The spiritual bell weapon that was blocking Zhang Daosheng was knocked away by a sharp white arrow.
The spiritual bell wailed, its body shrank sharply, and flew back to Zhang Daosheng's hand.
At a glance, this spiritual bell weapon, which can be used both offensively and defensively, was actually hit with cracks by white paper arrows.
But before Zhang Daosheng had time to feel distressed, a paper puppet holding a sword and shield was thrown directly in front of Zhang Daosheng from the foot of the city wall by another paper puppet.
The paper puppet raised its knife and slashed at Zhang Daosheng, frightening his face.
This scene can be seen everywhere on the walls of Zhangjiabao.
The monks of the Zhang family continued to release spells, talismans, or control magic weapons to attack the paper puppets.
But regardless of whether it is a spell or a magic weapon, attacking the paper puppet will have no use except for making a "bang bang" sound like a dull knife cutting hard cowhide.
Regardless of whether it is fire bombs, ice arrows, or flying swords, they are ineffective against paper puppets.
Gradually, the Zhang family monks became desperate.
The paper puppet, which cannot even be destroyed by a single blow from a foundation-building monk, is indeed not something that ordinary Qi-training monks can contend with.
Su Ming had such a difficult fight with the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva before, but now his opponents were replaced by a group of Qi-training monks, and the situation suddenly became one-sided.
It was as if the other side had turned into a group of lambs, allowing him to slaughter them.
A Zhang family servant was the first to collapse. He screamed and fled towards the town crazily.
"No retreat, no retreat!"
Behind him, a ninth-level qi-training monk used a flying sword to cut off the head of the escaping servant, and shouted, "The opponent has dozens of puppets, and we have hundreds of people. If we persist, we will definitely lose."
he!"
The monk who shouted was a monk of Zhang Jiajing's generation, and he looked to be in his forties.
But before he could finish speaking, a sharp arrow came straight to his face.
Although he had reached the ninth level of Qi training, his strength was still inferior to Zhang Daosheng. An attack that exceeded the limit of Qi training monks directly took his life.
Without the person supervising the war, not to mention the Zhang family servant Xiu, many Zhang family members could not hold on and began to flee crazily into the Zhang family fort.
Seeing the enemy's defeat, Su Ming, who was ten miles away, couldn't help but smile.
Rather than fighting face to face, controlling the paper puppets from a distance to destroy the enemy is the best option.
Of course, it is safe to destroy the enemy from a distance, but since it cannot be repaired in time by the Hall of Immortals, the combat power will definitely not be as good as a face-to-face fight.
Su Ming opened his eyes and stood up.
aside.
Mu Qingyan, who was protecting Su Ming, saw Su Ming standing up and quickly stood up as well.
Su Ming glanced at her. In less than half a stick of incense, after swallowing the healing elixir, Mu Qingyan's injuries had recovered a lot. At least there was no big problem in using her true energy.
Seeing this, Su Ming said: "Let's go, the Zhang family has been destroyed."
"What?"
Mu Qingyan was a little confused.
"Go to Zhangjiabao."
Hearing this, Mu Qingyan took a deep look at Su Ming, immediately called the crane, and flew the two of them towards Zhangjia Fort.
The distance of ten miles is reached in an instant.
When the two set foot in Zhangjiabao, the opposite side had become a scorched earth.
The corpses of Zhang family monks were lying everywhere.
But neither Mu Qingyan nor Su Ming were touched by the scene before them.
Compared to what the monks of the Zhang family did to the monks of Qingshuifang City, the retribution the Zhang family is suffering at this moment is not even one tenth.
As the two of them walked deeper into Zhangjiabao.
From time to time, sporadic shouts of death could be heard ahead, but the shouts soon subsided.
Su Ming kept walking towards Zhang Daoquan's patriarch's residence.
Su Ming stopped in front of a vermilion gate.
This is the residence of Zhang Daoquan, the head of the Zhang family.
But now, both sides of the gate are lined with paper puppets. These paper puppets are like a group of soldiers arrayed in formation.
The two walked into the mansion.
Su Ming saw the prisoner captured by the paper puppet.
The mansion was full of bloodstains and scorched marks.
Obviously, in order to capture these prisoners, the paper puppets fought fiercely with each other here.
At this moment, the Zhang family monks were kneeling on the ground one by one, with white paper knives hanging around their necks. There were a total of thirteen prisoners.
All the captured monks had seen the power of paper knives and had no doubt that it could cut off their heads.
"Are you the Zhang family's guard?"
Su Ming walked up to an old man with gray beard and hair, covered in blood, and spoke condescendingly.
Zhang Daosheng raised his head, stared at Su Ming, and suddenly laughed wildly: "A small seventh-level Qi practitioner is worthy of talking to me!"
After saying that, he looked at Mu Qingyan and said, "My Zhang family has learned Fairy Mu's methods. If you want to kill or behead her, it's up to you."
Su Ming waved his hand expressionlessly.
"brush!"
The paper puppet's hand raised and lowered its knife, and its big head turned into a gourd rolling on the ground.
"From now on, I ask and you answer, everyone only has one chance."
After speaking, Su Ming walked up to the first person and asked, "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"
The man's eyes showed hatred, and then he snorted and turned his head stubbornly.
"brush!"
Another head fell to the ground.
"Ah! I will fight with you!"
One of the monks went completely crazy. He circulated his energy and tried to fight for his life. However, before he could make any move, the paper puppet chopped off his head.
After killing three people in a row, the Zhang family prisoners present were immediately shocked and fell into silence.
"Gudong."
A monk swallowed nervously.
Su Ming walked up to him and said with a cold face: "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"
"I know I know."
"brush!"
The knife fell, and another head rolled off.
Behind her, Mu Qingyan couldn't help but frown when she saw this scene.
Not only killing, but also killing. Fellow Daoist Su's methods are really ruthless.
"Too slow to answer,"
Su Ming had no expression on his face and continued to walk to the fourth person. The question remained unchanged at all: "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"
"In the third hall of the Patriarch's Mansion, I am one of the monks responsible for guarding the clan treasury on weekdays. I will lead the way for you. Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
This man spoke the answer as fast as he could in his life, without any sloppiness.
Nonsense, Su Ming, the murderer, has completely defeated his psychological defense. He is eager to survive. At this moment, he just wants to survive. As for other things, this person does not want to think too much.
"very good,"
Su Ming nodded, "Kill everyone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, heads fell down one after another.
The Zhang family chief's mansion was suddenly filled with the smell of blood.
Su Ming glanced at the only Zhang family monk who survived. This person only had the sixth level of Qi training, which was not as high as him.
"Let's go."
"Yes Yes."
The only surviving Zhang family monk stood up tremblingly, his pants already stained with urine.
It is also a strange thing that a dignified monk could become incontinent after being frightened.
Su Ming and Mu Qingyan followed him and arrived in front of the third hall of the Zhang family's mansion.