Chapter five hundred and twentieth fifth battle without killing
Li Shabai shuttled through the chaotic military formation, searching for the Duan Nian puppet.
No, it’s too hard to find, there are too many people!
What should I do if I can’t find it?
If you can't find them, you can't stop them!
They will rush out, harm other people, and kill until rivers of blood flow. Yongzhu is coming...
Li Shabai took a deep breath and calmed down for a while.
The evil thoughts are so powerful that it is difficult even for me to resist them.
Stick to your thoughts and be sure to hold on to them.
There was a sergeant in front of him, his body shaking violently.
Li Shabai stepped forward and caught him. After looking at him for a moment, he realized that he was not a puppet.
This is a frightened people.
There was another person trembling in front of him. If Li Shabai caught him again, he would not be a puppet.
After searching for dozens of people, Li Shabai finally found a puppet.
A group of people surrounded the puppet, with blood-red eyes, shouting filial piety at the people around it.
They were too close to the puppet and were deeply affected by evil thoughts. As long as Li Shabai came close, they would risk their lives.
Li Shabai suddenly had an idea.
Kill them.
Killing them is very easy.
Just killing these few people will not trigger the ritual.
These people are hopeless and should be killed.
They are no longer ordinary people, they have become evil spirits, and it is reasonable to kill them!
Just as Li Shabai was about to take action, he forcibly restrained himself.
Under the shroud of evil thoughts, if the thought of killing comes up again, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop.
You must remember the plan you made with Xu Zhiqiong.
This is a no-kill battle. Don’t kill unless absolutely necessary!
Chang De then rushed to the front and knocked down several people with orchid bones, creating a gap for Li Shabai.
Li Shabai rushed to the puppet, took out the ink cartridge, and flicked out a piece of ink.
The ink hung on the invisible thread, allowing Li Shabai to find the position of the thread.
Li Shabai cut the silk thread, replaced it with another silk thread, and gave it to Tao Huayuan.
Chang Decai pinched the severed thread and began to fumble back.
Li Shabai is responsible for searching for the puppets, Tao Huayuan is responsible for passing the thread, and Chang Decai is responsible for searching for the evil cultivators of Qiongqi.
The cultivation level of the three of them is high enough to resist evil thoughts, and they can also resist Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-grade skills to a certain extent.
Xu Zhiqiong had an extra silk thread in his hand, and concentrated his thoughts on delivering techniques to the two puppets.
Outside the camp, a group of people stood there, looking around at a loss.
A man was holding a spear, his hands trembling.
He saw his yard.
The wife is washing rice in the yard, and the eldest son is cracking firewood in the yard.
The young daughter came over, hugged his leg and said, "Daddy, stop fighting and go home."
The spear fell to the ground, and the man said with tears in his eyes: "I won't fight anymore, I, I want to go home."
…
Peng Xiunian, who was hiding among the rebels, frowned slightly. Two threads seemed to have lost their sensitivity.
Someone discovered the stacking puppet!
The threads that lost their sensitivity seemed to be trembling.
Someone is groping along the silk thread towards this compartment.
Peng Xiunian twisted his fingers, quickly burned the silk thread that had lost its sensitivity, and then moved his position.
Chang De realized that the silk thread in his hand had melted, gritted his teeth, and turned back to find Li Shabai. …
Li Shabai found another puppet, connected the silk thread and handed it to Tao Huayuan, and Chang De continued to explore along the broken thread.
Xu Zhiqiong had three silk threads in his hand, controlling three stacked puppets and constantly releasing his skills.
Outside the camp, people kept giving up fighting.
In the camp, thousands of wooden figures were destroyed, and the crazy people slashed and bit, frantically venting the fear and anger in their hearts.
After the wooden figure is a scroll, which is the "tens of thousands of troops" drawn by Li Shabai.
The veteran took a simple knife and slashed at the "tens of thousands of troops" in the painting, but was knocked back by an invisible force.
In front of the scroll, there is a Yin-Yang magic circle arranged by Tao'er, like an invisible wall, blocking the angry civilians.
Although the magic circle was powerful, it could not withstand the impact of the crowd again and again. Xu Zhiqiong could clearly feel that the magic circle was cracking.
When the magic circle was shattered, only the scroll remained.
If the scroll is broken again, only Xu Zhiqiong himself will be left.
There were two more threads in his hand, and two more puppets were found.
This was not found by Li Shabai, but by Chang De.
Chang Decai couldn't distinguish the Duan Nian puppet quickly, but he carefully groped back all the way and finally found Peng Xiunian hiding among the rebels.
Chang Decai suddenly grabbed Peng Xiunian's wrist and hooked his fingers. Peng Xiunian's right hand suddenly lost strength.
Chang De, who was a fifth-grade eunuch, had cramps in his hook fingers, so he snatched the two threads from his hand.
Why are there only two?
Chang Decai handed the two silk threads to Tao Huayuan, then stepped forward and started to tear them up with Peng Xiunian.
Peng Xiunian's right hand was crippled, and he pulled out a long sword with his left hand and fought with Chang Decai.
Although Peng Xiunian had a fifth-level cultivation, he had no chance of winning since Chang Decai got close to him and lost one of his hands.
But Chang Decai has been thinking about one thing: where has the silk thread in his hand gone?
There are only two swords in his right hand, and he holds a long sword in his left hand, which seems to have none.
Where did he hide the rest of the thread?
No matter where he is hiding, I will just kill him.
Kill him and there will be no more evil thoughts!
Why did he hook his little finger? Is there any sin hidden there?
While he was thinking, a pressure came over him, and before Chang De took action, he suddenly felt a little hesitant.
"How dare you be rude!"
Damn it, the Confucian etiquette technique!
Chang Decai failed to concentrate when he was young, and Peng Xiunian took advantage of him and used his skills.
Don't panic, I feel uneasy because he used the technique of confusion first, which made me unable to concentrate.
Don't think too much, kill him first and then talk.
Even if he has other helpers, there is no harm in killing him now.
Xu Zhiqiong held five puppets. Outside the camp, more and more civilians put down their weapons.
Sixth level skills, Zhonglang is fearless!
Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-grade skills have a wide range of effects, which is comparable to the range of evil thoughts.
Using the state of mind, Xu Zhiqiong allowed the rampaging civilians to see his family. Such a real scene had an impact that exceeded the evil thoughts in their minds.
There were stacks of stacked thought puppets, and Xu Zhiqiong was performing sixth-level skills, forcing tens of thousands of people to give up the fight.
The only problem is that the consumption of sixth-grade skills is far greater than that of evil thoughts, even ten times more. Xu Zhiqiong’s power of imagery is quickly exhausted. …
Peng! Peng! Peng!
With continuous crisp sounds, Tao'er's magic circle was breached by a flood of civilians.
There was only the last barrier standing in front of Xu Zhiqiong, Li Shabai's painting.
The tens of thousands of troops in the painting rushed out and struggled with civilians.
The civilians retreated slightly out of fear.
A voice sounded in my ears again: "Kill! If you don't kill, you will die. Kill!"
The civilians soon discovered that the soldiers rushing out of the scroll were very fragile and could be easily killed with a knife or an ax.
A middle-aged man took a hatchet and tore a hole in the painting. He rushed behind the scroll and shouted: "It's all fake. It's witchcraft. Folks, rush!"
The scroll was broken through and Xu Zhiqiong was surrounded.
The common people with blood-red eyes rushed forward, each holding a sword and roaring.
Xu Zhiqiong grabbed a man, drained his strength, spread the power of imagery, and spread the sixth-level skills to the surroundings, making those around him give up fighting as much as possible.
But doing so means greater consumption.
A young man struck Xu Zhiqiong with an axe. The ax blade pierced his shoulder an inch, and the young man let go of the axe.
His originally blood-red eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
The boy saw his mother, standing at the door, looking silently.
"mother……"
The young man shivered and squatted on the ground.
Halfway up the mountain, He Fang led an army of five thousand people and watched the fierce battle in the camp.
She didn't know how long Xu Zhiqiong could hold on. Her mission was to guard this important road.
If Xu Zhiqiong cannot hold on, these crazy civilians will never be allowed to rush through this mountain road.
All soldiers were unarmed, otherwise they would be driven by evil thoughts and kill civilians.
He can only resist with his flesh and blood body, delaying moment by moment until Li Shabai finds all the puppets.
The scarred Xu Zhiqiong let go of a civilian, and with a little strength, he struggled to maintain the sixth-level skill.
As soon as the palm moved, another silk thread appeared.
After a short wait, there was another silk thread in my hand.
Seven puppets.
Li Shabai's search for the puppet became faster.
The tactics formulated by Xu Zhiqiong have reached the most critical part.
Outside the camp, a large number of civilians gave up the fight, and the civilians who continued to rush and kill like crazy continued to gather. They gathered around the Duinian puppet, which exposed the position of the Duinian puppet.
This is the result Xu Zhiqiong wants to see most!
At the same time, Chang Decai used an orchid to cut off the bones of Peng Xiunian's other hand, and then used a finger to pierce Peng Xiunian's heart.
Peng Xiunian vomited a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.
But the evil thoughts filling the air are still there.
No wonder this guy didn't have any silk thread in his hand. He gave part of the silk thread to others.
There are also evil cultivators in this military formation, probably more than one.
Killing Peng Xiunian is of no use.
Then continue to kill, as many as there are, kill as many as you can!
Chang Decai gritted his teeth, came to Li Shabai, and continued to search along the broken line.
Li Shabai found another puppet and gave it to Tao Huayuan.
Tao Huayuan used the magic circle to send the broken wire to Xu Zhiqiong's hand, and suddenly felt that Xu Zhiqiong's aura was very weak.
Under the siege of everyone, Xu Zhiqiong was covered in blood. …
He clutched the thread in his hand tightly and struggled to dodge among the crowd.
Someone cut a kitchen knife into the crook of his knee, a hole was poked in his left shoulder with a spear, and there was a person hanging on his right hand, biting him crazily.
He no longer had the strength to spread his skills around, so he could only pour all his remaining power into the threads.
There was one more one, and Li Shabai found a puppet again.
Nine bodies.
Chang Decai also found a puppet and tore it into pieces.
There were fewer and fewer civilians who continued to fight, and they became more and more concentrated. Tao Huayuan found one of them and burned it to ashes.
Li Shabai found the twelfth puppet and smashed it to pieces.
Everyone looked around the battlefield, looking for civilians who were still fighting, and searching for the location of the next puppet.
There was no more puppet, and some civilians stood there with dull eyes, their evil thoughts slowly dissipating.
Most of the civilians were sitting on the ground, sobbing with tears on their faces.
Li Shabai looked at Chang Decai with a smile on his face.
He seemed to see the studio of Qilang Teahouse, and there was a beauty in front of him, waiting for him to paint.
This was Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-level skill, and Li Shabai knew it very well, but the scene at this moment was so beautiful that Li Shabai couldn't bear to look away.
Chang Decai also smiled, and Li Shabai was very curious.
Chang Decai smiled so sweetly, what on earth did she see?
After laughing for a moment, the illusion suddenly disappeared.
Chang De was startled, then he remembered Xu Zhiqiong and rushed towards the camp.
"Master! Master!"
Tao Huayuan had already rushed into the camp and saw Xu Zhiqiong standing in the corner of the camp covered in scars like a clay sculpture.
"You thief!" Tao Huayuan screamed, rushed forward, and was about to hug Xu Zhiqiong.
But Xu Zhiqiong suddenly turned his face and smiled at him.
"Hey! We won!"
This war without killing has been won! This chapter has been completed!