Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 116 Enemy
"OK!"

Ye Baici held the oil lamp in her hand, and flames burst out from the wick in all directions, turning Ji Le Fang into a sea of ​​fire.

He shouted:

"Do you still remember the Yidu Ye family thirty years ago?"

"boom!"

The flames were blazing.

There were constant screams and wails in Ji Le Fang.

The guests who came to seek pleasure fled outside in panic, pushing and shoving each other, and the place was in chaos for a while.

Compared to the panicked guests.

The women from Ji Le Fang were horrified by the raging flames and even forgot to hide.

"Wow..."

Flames swept past.

Those pretty, charming and seductive women screamed and their whole bodies burned rapidly.

It was as if the one burning was not a person, but...

Paper!
paper man!

It turns out that most of the women in Jilefang were transformed by magic, and their true forms were revealed the moment they were burned by flames.

This is not always the case. Some women have physical bodies, but for some reason they dare not escape from Ji Le Fang.

Or maybe not!

There seemed to be some kind of restriction that forced them to move only within the square and watch the flames burn them.

"Ye family?"

Xing Suanzi's figure appeared in the field, and he clapped his hands repeatedly, and balls of black air covered the flames.

Looking at the chaos below, his expression twisted:
"Okay!"

"So it's revenge!"

Of course he would not forget the Ye family.

Slaughtering the Ye family, which had a mage in charge, was the proudest achievement in Xing Suanzi's life.

"Are you Ye Baici?"

As his thoughts turned, Xing Suanzi's eyes fixed:
"You actually became a mage?"

"Didn't expect that?" Ye Baici gritted her teeth, the hatred on her face seemed to be real:

"The little girl who narrowly escaped death has now become a mage and is seeking revenge."

"Unjust is doomed to destruction!"

"Haha..." Xing Shuanzi laughed:

"revenge?"

"You deserve it!"

"Since I began practicing the Dharma, I have killed countless people over the past few decades. Every year, those who overestimate their abilities come seeking revenge."

"How is the result?"

His Taoist robe fluttered, and pieces of white paper with the Painted Skin Technique attached flew out and rushed towards the crowd below.

"I am still here, but they..."

"They have all become puppets in my painting!"

next moment.

Xingsuanzi's expression suddenly changed.

"Buddha Fire Heart Lamp!"

However, when the white paper he shot out was close to Ye Baici, it was burned by the flames and turned into ashes.

This is not normal.

The white paper used in the Painted Skin Technique is made of a special material. It is not the paper that scholars use for writing on a daily basis. It is extremely difficult to burn with ordinary flames, let alone so easily.

"good."

Ye Baici sneered:
"This is the Buddha Fire Heart Lamp from Longmen Temple. It is specifically designed to counter your magic. Today is the day you die."

"Humph!"

Xing Suanzi snorted softly, but said nothing. He saw several figures taking advantage of the chaos to rush over.

Swish!
A flash of sword light appeared out of thin air.

The blade left a fragrance and created a trail of afterimages, making it difficult to identify the direction of attack for a moment.

"Rouge knife?" Xing Suanzi raised his eyebrows.

"Another enemy."

"Old ghost, you stole my wife and daughter and slaughtered my family. Today, Zhang will avenge them." The man gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

But there were flashes of swords, only attacking but no defense.

"Snapped!"

A soft black whip shot out from Suanzi's sleeve and whipped around violently, shattering the blade's light.

"I'm not interested in playing with you guys."

"out!"

With a low shout, a several-meter-long ink-and-wash figure painting slowly unfolded behind him.

Picture of a Hundred Heroes!
There are nearly a hundred characters in this picture, each of whom is someone that Xing Suanzi has captured, killed, and refined over the years. All of his former enemies have become puppets in the painting.

Unlike the Hundred Beauties Picture which is intended to win over nobles, the Hundred Heroes Picture is only intended for killing.

"Peng!"

A seven-foot-tall man holding a heavy hammer leaped out of the painting, like a heavy stone falling to the ground.

"Roar!"

The big Hankou growled and swung his heavy hammer to meet the incoming 'Rouge Knife'.

"when……"

The knife and hammer collided, sparks flying.

Yanzhidao's eyes trembled, and he was unable to bear the strain and had to take a step back, then he yelled behind him.

"Mute girl!"

"Give me an acupuncture!"

"Shh!"

Before he finished speaking, a petite woman behind him suddenly raised her hand and thrust out several silver needles.

Ghost needle!
This formation can cure diseases, kill people, and stimulate human potential.

"what!"

The silver needle entered the body, and 'Rouge Knife' roared to the sky. Then the blade light appeared again, and it split the big man holding the sledgehammer into two.

The position of the Hundred Heroes Picture that originally belonged to the big man turned into a blank.

"And I."

A nimble person pounced from the sky:

"Xing Suanzi, do you still remember my master, the Silk Master?"

"I am his disciple, Ghost Monkey. I have come here today to avenge my master. Old Ghost...die swiftly!"

"A juggler, not worth mentioning." Xing Suanzi's expression remained unchanged as figures appeared in front of him.

There are men and women, old and young.

Those who were included in the Hundred Heroes Chart must have had considerable abilities during their lifetime.

Although they become puppets and their strength will be weaker than when they were alive, there will be no flaws as long as there are enough of them.

"on!"

In the flames, the hands of both sides collided violently.

Although Ye Baici's side has fewer than ten people, each of them is a leader among sorcerers.

Moreover, they came prepared, with the blessing of Ziwu Fire Power, and had the means to restrain the Painted Skin Puppet.

What's more...

"The dragon defeats the devil!"

Ye Baici held the Buddha Fire Heart Lamp in his hand with a solemn expression on his face. As his magic power surged, the flame of the wick suddenly exploded.

"Roar!"

Two fire dragons, several meters long, flew out from the wick flame, like the guardian dragons in front of the Buddha, and suddenly rushed into the field.

Wherever the fire dragon passes, all painted skins are burned.

The 'characters' in the Hundred Heroes Picture are completely vulnerable in front of it.

Mage!

There is only one letter difference between a warlock and a mage, but the difference in strength between the two is huge.

Just as Xing Suanzi was about to be swallowed by the dragon, two dark and strange figures suddenly appeared on his left and right.

"Zheng!"

Along with the low sword chant, the two fire dragons suddenly stopped.

The swordsman Liu Xianzhi!
and also……

Frost Goddess Bai Yufu!
"Mom!" Looking at the figure appearing in the field, Ye Baici's face changed drastically and she called out subconsciously.

Then his eyes turned red and his expression twisted.

"Okay, you turned my mother into a puppet!" "No problem."

Summoning two wizard-level puppets was quite a struggle for Xing Suanzi. He took a step back, panting.
"Connecting a mage to a puppet is no easy task."

"I had to peel the skin, remove the bones, and sew up the flesh. I've been busy over your mother's corpse for countless days and nights..."

"Ah!" Ye Baici screamed and roared:

"Shut up!"

"Go to hell!"

"boom!"

The flames surged, covering the entire place in an instant. Even the mage puppet showed signs of melting.

"it is good!"

The operator's eyes narrowed, his face solemn:

"Girl, I underestimated you, but don't forget where this place is."

"This is..."

"This old man's paradise spirit house!"

"Rumble..."

There was a sudden tremor and the earth shook. The surrounding windows, doors and wall beams began to change quietly.

It becomes unreal!
Furthermore, many phantoms converged in the air, and finally turned into a paper courtyard held in the palm of Xing Suanzi's hand.

Paradise Spirit House!

Take a closer look.

The Paradise Spirit House in Xing Suanzi's palm was exactly the same as the Paradise Square, except that it was many times smaller.

"Want to kill me here?"

"You deserve it too!"

Xing Suanzi's face was gloomy. He gently shook the small house in his hand, and everyone's feet also shook back and forth.

"Ok?"

His eyes moved, as if he had noticed something, and he looked towards the paper courtyard in his hand:
"It seems you two are in the same group."

"Then let's go together!"

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Ghosts and gods are limited!
The inheritance of the six paths of demons, heaven and ghosts.

This sword technique is extremely complex, with a total of 1,689 moves, each with a different way of using force.

It is said that he has mastered all the variations of swordsmanship.

But even if one has mastered these 1,689 moves, it does not mean that one has successfully reached the level of ghosts and gods.

You also need to simplify things, integrate them, and comprehend a wonderful method before you can truly begin to practice.

You can imagine how difficult it is.

It requires both understanding, talent and patience.

That is why, although everyone knows that this sword technique is extremely powerful, very few people in the Dragon Head lineage practice it.

But it is just right for Zhu Ju.

He has a strong skill in magic, a powerful mind, and can control every bit of strength in minute detail.

There is also the 'Magic Sword' as the general outline of swordsmanship, and any swordsmanship can be learned and mastered in one go.

At least no exceptions have been found so far.

He mastered the 1,689 sword techniques after practicing them only a few times, and even realized the first level.

There are seven major limits for ghosts and gods.

One limit is stronger than another.

It is rumored.

If someone can cultivate the seven limits, he can also withstand the late stage of the innate realm even if he is in the early stage of the innate realm.

The first limit - thousands of mountains shrouded in fog!
The knife comes out,
The painted skins around him vanished into thin air.

Zhu Juping held his breath and concentrated his mind, continuing to practice his mental method to break through. As the mysterious light burned, the ancestral orifice opened little by little.

The turmoil in the outside world actually brought him peace.

time flies.

"Wow!"

A cool feeling descended from the sky and rushed to the ancestral acupoint between the eyebrows, and the innate true energy in the body also became active.

This is……

A sign of the growth of magical power!
Zhu Ju's heart moved slightly, but his face remained calm as before. He just silently practiced the method and made progress bit by bit.

suddenly.

Two intersecting blade beams appeared out of thin air, carrying the power of heaven and earth, slashing towards Zhu Ju.

"boom!"

Just one strike caused ripples to appear in the innate protective energy, and the Disha true body spontaneously moved to resist.

Zhu Ju opened his eyes, looked at the person who came, and frowned.

Mage!

puppet?
The man stood opposite with two short knives in his hands, his eyes were empty and lifeless, but his appearance was somewhat familiar.

"Shh!"

The figure flashed and approached quickly.

The two swords, with flames, tore through the protective energy.

"when……"

Zhu Ju used a little of his energy to draw his sword, and struck the opponent at the right moment when his sword's momentum changed, forcing the man to put away his sword and switch to palm strike.

The palm force is like thunder and lightning.

"Thunderbolt Heartbreaking Palm, Sky-burning Soul-stealing Knife." Zhu Ju's eyes moved slightly:
"You are the ancestor of the Tang family!"

No wonder the face looks familiar.

Xing Suanzi said that he and Grandpa Tang Yan were good friends, but turning the other party into a puppet turned out to be such a good idea.

Ancestor of the Tang family?

Upon hearing these four words, the puppet's movements stiffened slightly, and a barely perceptible look of confusion appeared on its face.

But it only lasted for a moment before his cold expression returned to normal.

Unlike ordinary painted-skin puppets, when a magician is refined into a puppet, even if he has superb skills in arithmetic, he dare not retain his intelligence when he was alive.

Only the killing instinct.

"Shh!"

The sword shines again.

After the Tang family ancestor was turned into a puppet, his strength was far less than when he was alive, but it was enough to tear apart the protective energy and pose a threat to Zhu Ju.

especially,
Zhu Juzheng was in the critical period of breaking through the barrier. He was unable to move and could not exert more than 30% of his strength.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

"Peng!"

The shadows of swords were everywhere, and murderous intent was rising and falling.

Suffer!
Zhu Ju felt a little depressed.

The warlocks and wizards in the magic world have strange and varied methods, but he doesn't take most of them seriously.

After all, the people who practice cultivation in this world have weak bodies and can be easily killed by magic, so no one studies the powerful killing techniques.

He is not.

The Disha true body is complete, and the physical body is extremely strong. Ordinary magic can't pose any threat to Zhu Ju at all.

Even some of the magician's methods were useless to him.

Exactly.

The ancestor of the Tang family is a melee mage, and even if his strength is damaged, it is not something he can ignore.

As time went by, Zhu Ju's expression gradually became gloomy.

continue.

Not to mention that the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows might be completely closed, he himself would also suffer severe backlash from the magic.

It seems that I can only give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Ju suddenly swung his knife.

The Tang family ancestor dodged instinctively, then he became one with the sword, and his body turned into a stream of light and slashed towards the flaw in the opponent's swordsmanship.

That is,

The center of the eyebrows.

The tip of the knife tore through the innate protective energy and came into contact with the flesh between the eyebrows. The violent force turned into thousands of blades and rolled towards Zhu Ju's body with the eyebrows as the core.

The next moment!
"open!"

Zhu Ju's eyes were wide open with anger. Under the stimulation of fierce murderous intent, the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows suddenly opened, and the true energy that had been accumulated in his body for a long time instantly burst out.

"boom!"

The powerful energy roars.

The ancestor of the Tang family was blown away, and Zhu Ju's breath disappeared. The scene was in a mess, as if he had been killed in the explosion just now.

(End of this chapter)