puff!

A paper man raised his knife and cut down a common man who was rushing to the ground. However, the common man who was chopped down seemed to feel no pain. Even though his body was bleeding, he still climbed up without any feeling.

At this time, more and more people were coming this way, and you could tell just from the sound of footsteps that there were at least several hundred people.

Seeing the people who continued to pour in, Su Hao's eyes flashed with unbearability. These people were just ordinary people. As a result, he was accidentally involved in the fight between him and Huang Ping, and it turned into this picture.

appearance.

However, he couldn't bear it anymore. Su Hao showed no mercy and still controlled the paper man to kill him. He was merciful, but these controlled people would not be merciful. Once the paper man's defense was broken, these people would definitely tear him apart.

into pieces.

At this time, in a teahouse more than a hundred feet away from Su Hao's street, seven or eight people were sitting around a table. There was a model of a street on the table, with two small yellow flags on it.

There are hundreds of red flags around.

If Su Hao were here, he would definitely recognize that one of them is Huang Ping.

"Huang Miaozhu, we have fulfilled your request. I don't know what we asked for. How are you doing?"

An old man with a face as pale as snow and who looked extremely frail spoke.

"Don't worry, we are safe in Zichuan. My descendants have secretly asked your people to replace the soldiers guarding the city gate. It won't take long to succeed."

Zhang Chongxiu said indifferently that they only wasted three days mainly so that the people from the White Lotus Sect in front of them could have enough time to lay traps.

"I hope what you said is true."

The old man said calmly: "Otherwise the trap we set at such a high cost would not have been wasted."

In order to lay this trap, he paid a lot. Not only did he consume the corpse poison he had stored up for many years, he secretly poisoned the vendors on the street and the residents on both sides of the street. He also spent a huge price. Secretly behind the city gate,

A huge maze is arranged on the street.

After finishing speaking, the old man recited a spell in his mouth, and the red flags in the street model slowly gathered.

At this time, Su Hao, who was in the street, saw that the corpses of the people who had been chopped to death by paper figures and fell to the ground seemed to have melted, and then slowly moved towards one place.

Seeing this scene, Su Hao suddenly had a bad feeling. With a finger, the paper man of his life rushed out and rushed towards the gathering place.

"Ms. Ding, have you found the enemy's hiding place?"

After doing all this, Su Hao turned to look at Zhao Xiaoer. He couldn't remain passive like this. His magic power was not unlimited. If that didn't work, he could only give up the fortune of the carriage and Zhao Xiaoer temporarily and find a way to escape.

Already.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiaoer acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and just concentrated on dancing.

Seeing this, Su Hao didn't press any further. He didn't understand witchcraft either. Although the current situation was passive, he could still hold on. If it interfered with Zhao Xiaoer and caused the spell to fail, it would be troublesome.

Roar!

A loud roar sounded, and a huge corpse made of dozens of civilian corpses took shape on the street...

The natal paper man circled crazily around the ghoul. When he raised the knife and dropped it, the flesh and blood on the ghoul's body was cut off one after another, but the flesh and blood soon gathered on the ghoul's body.

Seeing this scene, Su Hao was also anxious. He knew very well that this ghoul was just a spell. If the manipulator behind the scenes was not found out, he would cut the ghoul into pieces to no avail. This ghoul is still a magic weapon.

It will return to its original state.

"Master, the controller behind the scenes is on the left."

At this time, Zhao Xiaoer finally stopped dancing and took off his mask: "There are seven people and a ghost."

"Left side?"

After hearing Zhao Xiaoer's words, Su Hao had an idea and dozens of paper figures rushed to the alley on the left, killing all the people blocking the road.

At the same time, Uncle Fu landed on the carriage and controlled the horse towards the alley. Zhao Xiaoer also quickly got on the carriage.

At the teahouse, when they saw Huang Qi coming towards them, their expression suddenly changed: "Huang Ping, who are you provoking? They are already coming towards us!"

On the other side, in the thick fog, the carriage moved forward quickly, with dozens of paper figures surrounding the carriage, and behind them were zombie-like civilians and the huge corpse.

At this time, Uncle Fu said, "Master, something is wrong. We are trapped in a maze."

Hearing this, Su Hao looked up and saw that at the end of the thick fog, a wide street could be vaguely seen, and there were dozens of people on the street blocking the way.

"Uncle Fu, rush over!"

Su Hao said solemnly, and with a wave of his hand, the paper man rushed towards the street instantly. Wherever he passed, broken limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the sky. Under the control of Uncle Fu, the horse turned a blind eye to the broken arms and rushed past.

.

Su Hao, on the other hand, climbed up on the top of the carriage, took out a large stack of small paper figures from his sleeves, and at the same time took out a small knife and made a cut on his hand. Blood gushed out and soon stained all the small paper figures.

red.

"disease!"

Su Hao raised his hand, and all the little paper figures flew all over the sky in an instant, flying in all directions. This kind of temporary maze was different from the maze that was specially built in buildings or in the woods. It relied on the combination of illusion and thick fog to make

People cannot see the direction and can only circle in one place.

However, this kind of maze can only deal with warriors. It is not difficult for him. The paper figures he released just now have the presence of sensors. With the positioning of these paper figures, the opponent's illusions will have no effect.

"Uncle Fu, follow me."

The carriage rushed into the alleyway on the left. After a while, Su Hao suddenly waved his hand, and the paper man suddenly rushed towards the house on the side.

Hearing Su Hao's words, Uncle Fu did not hesitate and forcibly controlled the horse to follow behind the paper man and rush towards the house.

The next moment, the carriage seemed to crash through the house and appeared on another street.

In the teahouse, when the old man saw that Su Hao had broken through his illusion, his face became extremely ugly. He looked at Huang Ping and the other two and gritted his teeth and said: "Didn't you say that the other party is just a member of the Jinyiwei Baihu? Why can the other party break through it so easily?

Fallen into our trap?"

Their trap was designed to target thousands of Jinyi Guards. Even if Jinyi Guards Qianhu fell into it, they would not be able to escape in a short time. However, Su Hao broke their trap in less than a stick of incense.

Although they haven't completely left their maze, it's only a matter of time before they leave...

With this kind of strength, how could it be possible for just one hundred households of Jin Yiwei? You must know that hundreds of people who have been poisoned by the corpse ghost can already kill a first-class warrior. Plus the corpse ghost and the maze formation, it is completely possible

Trapped several first-class masters, if it is true as Huang Ping said, it is really just a hundred Jin Yiwei, the other party will never be able to escape.

"As I said before, the opponent is good at tracking, so it's not surprising that he can find the weakness of the trap."

Huang Ping also looked ugly. Although he and Zhang Chongxiu had been prepared before, they still didn't want to take action if they had to, but now they couldn't help it.

"Now what?"

After hearing Huang Ping's words, the old man said with a cold face.

Zhang Chongxiu said calmly: "Kill him before he completely escapes from the maze. Once he escapes to the county government, we will be unable to do anything to him."

He had decided to risk everything. After killing Su Hao, he immediately completed his plan and fled Zichuan.

"good!"

After hearing Zhang Chongxiu's words, the old man nodded.

Huang Ping on the side walked aside and opened a large standing wooden box, revealing a majestic and ferocious-looking statue. It was the statue of Zhang Chongxiu. It was just moved here by Huang Ping from the Chenghuang Temple. Next

For a moment, Zhang Chongxiu turned into a ray of light and returned to the statue.

At this time, Huang Ping took out three sticks of incense, lit them, and then respectfully bowed in front of the statue.

Seeing the actions of Huang Ping and Zhang Chongxiu, no one present was surprised. As a ghost and god who worships the city emperor, Zhang Chongxiu cannot take action against court officials, otherwise the city emperor will sense it immediately.

A single thought from the city emperor could deprive Zhang Chongxiu of all his power.

However, this problem can be avoided by using the upper body method. Zhang Chongxiu got on Huang Ping's body, so it was Huang Ping who attacked the court officials. Although Huang Ping was a temple blessing, he was only an ordinary citizen and was not restricted by this rule.

At this time, Huang Ping stood in front of the statue, holding his hands like swords above his head, muttering something in his mouth, and his whole body began to stagger, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment, but suddenly, Zhang Chongxiu's figure emerged from the statue

He rushed out and jumped on Huang Ping.

The next moment, Huang Ping's steps suddenly stood firm, and his withered body seemed to be inflated at this moment. He instantly grew in size and turned into a strong man nearly nine feet tall. Then Huang Ping suddenly jumped down from the teahouse.

, pulled out a thick iron rod from a carriage. Judging from its weight, it weighed at least two to three hundred kilograms, but in Huang Ping's hands it was like a wooden stick, swinging freely.

"I'm afraid this strength is not on the level of a second-rate martial artist."

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and one of them even murmured in a low voice.

"I'm afraid there is."

The other person also nodded solemnly. You must know that although the realm of Heng Lian martial artists is the same as that of internal martial arts warriors, their strength is not the same. A third-rate internal martial arts warrior has a thousand catties of strength, but that is with the blessing of internal force, while Heng Lian martial arts warriors have the same level of strength as internal martial arts warriors.

Martial arts practitioners also have the strength of a thousand pounds, but those who practice martial arts horizontally have pure physical strength.

A third-rate horizontal martial artist can wield a weapon weighing seventy or eighty kilograms for two or three hours, but an internal martial artist cannot hold it for two or three hours, let alone half an hour. Therefore, the division of realms is difficult for horizontal martial artists.

That's a joke. A horizontal martial artist of the same realm is one realm or more better than an internal martial artist...

If it weren't for the cost of practicing horizontal martial arts that is many times more than that of internal strength and mental methods, internal skills and mental methods would have been eliminated long ago.

"Are they all crazy?"

Only the old man frowned. He has lived longer than others and knows more things. The ordinary magic of inviting gods is not so powerful. The power of summoning gods is the divinity of gods. For gods, it can

Lending an insignificant ray of divinity is already a great gift, but this time Zhang Chongxiu not only took it personally, but also poured all his divinity condensed over tens of hundreds of years into Huang Ping's body. This can no longer be said to be a gift.
To be continued...