The target of the puppet was the soul that Song Zongwu was holding, and it was obviously intended to prevent him from accessing his memory.
Ren Qing's expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and he held the large Miao knife tightly in his right hand.
Turning his eyes, he saw a lot of flaws in the puppet, and he felt that the puppet's physique was even worse than before.
The puppet was half a meter closer to Song Zongwu, and his right arm stretched out weakly to grab him.
Clang!!!
Ren Qing pulled out the Da Miao knife from behind, and the blade flashed across the room.
The pace of his footsteps gradually increased, but his speed remained at the level of an ordinary martial artist.
Take a long stride, swing your sword, and retreat.
Ren Qing's movements were extremely crisp and clean, as if he had planned every move and style in advance, and even opened the distance while swinging the sword.
The puppet's arms were cut off by the roots and fell to the ground and turned into mud.
It seems that there is really no danger?
Ren Qing felt a little unbelievable, but then his attack became more active, constantly moving around and drawing out the knife.
The puppet has been torn into pieces.
Ren Qing did not take back the Da Miao knife, but his face became serious.
The mud reunited into a human form and imitated Ren Qing's movements so vividly that it looked a bit ridiculous.
To make matters worse, at this time, there was a loud noise outside Sibu Zhai. I am afraid that the jailer has come in, but was blocked by unknown means.
"Either resolve the battle before the guards arrive, or interrupt Song Zongwu in time."
Ren Qing found that the puppet still did not pose a threat, so he held the knife in both hands, and the blade made a harsh sound as it scratched on the ground.
The blade penetrated the puppet like a spear.
But the puppets seemed to be immortal. After they reunited, they looked closer to Ren Qing and became more difficult to deal with.
"Damn it, what kind of magic does that restricted area have, and why are they put together so weirdly?!!"
Ren Qing did not dare to hesitate too much and chopped the puppet into pieces with a single blow.
The two were fighting together. On the surface, the puppet was still unable to fight back, but the speed of gathering was accelerating.
Ren Qing faces a tireless enemy, and he can become stronger seemingly without limit during the battle. You can imagine how difficult it is.
Not long after, wounds began to appear on his body.
If it were anyone else, they might be at a disadvantage because of their unbalanced mentality.
But Ren Qing became more and more focused, the speed of his eyes turning exceeded the limit, and wolf hair gradually grew on his legs.
Because he has discovered the benefits of fighting, Ren Qing is also using fighting to support fighting, and the Shenzhen Sutra is becoming more fluent.
Anyway, if it doesn't work, just interrupt Song Zongwu. All he needs to do is swing the knife without any worries.
Ren Qing was immersed in the battle, and the feeling of making progress with every breath made him relaxed and happy, and even the pain caused by the wound was forgotten.
As time passed, although Damiao Dao could no longer hurt the puppet, he was still invincible by relying on his knowledge of the enemy.
But Ren Qing didn't realize that the puppet had a tendency to alienate.
Roar!!!
The puppet turned into a werewolf, exuding a very strong aura.
Ren Qing took a few steps back to regain his senses, only to realize that the puppet had copied his nerves and even went one step further.
Seeing this, he just wanted to interrupt Song Zongwu, but Chongtong noticed something strange.
The puppet's aura seems to have reached the extreme of the half-corpse state, but in fact it is like rootless water, and its body has turned into firewood.
It will collapse within ten breaths at most...
Ren Qing raised his knife and stood in front of the puppet.
boom!!!
The puppet turned into an afterimage, and hit Ren Qing's chest with a claw. Cracks spread in his ribs, and he was hit and flew out.
The puppet set its sights on Song Zongwu again and immediately ran away.
Ren Qing knew that the puppet could not harm Song Zongwu at all, and the other party's purpose was to prevent the memory in the soul from being retrieved.
Reason told me not to be impulsive, but my body made the opposite decision.
Ren Qing adjusted his posture in the air so that he was in a balanced state.
Immediately, his legs kicked against the wall, his lower body was covered in werewolf form, and the Da Miao knife in his hand was put back into the scabbard.
There are seven breaths left.
The sound of increasingly heavier footsteps could be vaguely heard outside the house, indicating that the jailer was gradually approaching.
Ren Qing only had one chance to take action. If the puppet did not die, he would inevitably be seriously injured.
He didn't hesitate at all, he simply accumulated his strength and then exploded violently.
The figure went straight after the puppet.
In Chongpu's field of vision, the speed of time flow has been reduced several times, and every hair on the puppet's body can be seen.
The big Miao sword is unsheathed.
Ren Qing passed by the puppet.
He appeared ten meters away, turned his back to the puppet, wrapped the Da Miao knife with a strip of cloth, and skillfully stopped the bleeding from the wound.
Behind him, a huge head soared into the sky, then landed on the ground and rolled around a few times.
The puppet still kept thinking about gathering, but its body had begun to collapse, and it was completely wiped out in the blink of an eye.
After a while, a large hole opened in the wall, and a three-meter-tall muscular giant stepped in.
Song Zongwu opened his eyes almost at the same time, his face was filled with lingering haze, and his expression looked extremely scary.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he knocked Ren Qing unconscious, mainly because he didn't want him to interfere and avoid falling into a dangerous situation.
The muscular giant looked around and ignored Ren Qing, looking at Song Zongwu.
"Mr. Song, you mobilized troops and mobilized people like this, but in the end there wasn't even a strange thing..."
Whoosh!!!
A long sword came at a tricky angle and directly broke the muscular giant's neck, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The muscular giant's wounds healed on their own, and within a few breaths, most of them had recovered.
"I seem to have heard something strange?"
Miss Bai stepped into the house from the entrance of the cave, pulled out the long sword inserted in the wall, and put the sword back into its scabbard.
The muscular giant sneered and said nothing, waiting for Song Zongwu to speak.
Song Zong said without thinking for a moment: "How many jailers are there in Sanxiang City now?"
The muscular giant said: "Except for the jailers who are stationed in the southeast, northwest and northwest areas, there are a total of..."
He suddenly realized something and his expression became solemn.
"Wrong quantity."
Song Zongwu said calmly: "Seven people were trapped and died in the restricted area."
"How long has it been?"
"At least a month."
Miss Bai made a rare comment: "Are we ready to collect the body?"
Song Zongwu let out a long sigh and said: "Seal the area near the restricted area first, and then find an opportunity to take out the core weird object inside, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
The muscular giant nodded and asked: "Is there any record of the name of this restricted area in the yamen's classics?"
"No, but I already know what spells form the core of the restricted area."
"Disaster Elimination Law, this restricted area is called the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone."
"Disaster elimination method..."
Miss Bai couldn't help but repeat it several times. She seemed to have heard of it too.
【Disaster Elimination Law】
[Created by ***, to practice this method, you must be a lone star of the evil spirits. If you are born, you will kill your parents. Anyone close to you will die miserably. After you practice it, you can erase your own existence and eliminate disasters. 】
The monk who created the technique has no name and no one knows it at all.
Ask for a double monthly ticket.
Thanks to the root number Wu, Sun Dianying, who cares for cultural relics, sings and walks and is debauched for the reward.