The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

These are the corpse puppets that Lin Mo had previously crafted!

Although their strength was far inferior to Zhou He's, they had the advantage of large numbers and were fearless in the face of death.

Their movements were somewhat stiff, their faces were pale, and their eyes were vacant.

It exuded a chilling aura and lunged at the crowd.

At the same time, rustling sounds came from all directions.

Countless poisonous insects swarmed from wall cracks, floor drains, and even the woods—

A brightly colored centipede, a spider the size of a fist, a scorpion with a gleaming tail hook...

They spread out like a tide, instantly blocking most of the passages and keeping out the reinforcements that were charging in.

The poisonous insects, corpse puppets, and assassins instantly became entangled.

Screams, curses, and the crackling sound of poisonous insects being crushed were incessant.

This bizarre scene completely overturned Chen Jie's understanding, who was hiding behind a large tree not far away and secretly observing the situation.

His eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment.

He had never seen such a scene before.

Martial arts master?

Commanding zombies?

Controlling poisonous insects?

Who exactly is this savior?!

However, Huang Quan Yin is not without true masters.

Three assassins, whose auras were clearly stronger than the others, were surrounded by surging internal energy.

Whether by scattering poison powder or flashing blades like a curtain, they forcefully tore a gap through the swarm of poisonous insects and numerous corpse puppets.

Like three sharp arrows, they shot straight at Lin Mo, who was about to walk towards Grand Secretary Xue!

One of them shouted angrily, "You audacious scoundrel, prepare to die!"

The sound echoed through the air like thunder.

However, Lin Mo ignored him and continued walking steadily.

He didn't even turn his head, as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him.

Just as their weapons were about to touch Lin Mo's back—

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Three crisp, rapid metallic clangs rang out almost simultaneously!

A slender, black figure emerged from the shadows behind Lin Mo like a ghost.

She used a pair of oddly shaped short blades to precisely deflect the three men's deadly attacks.

Sparks flew everywhere!

The figure stopped, and the newcomer was none other than Leng Lingding.

Her face was cold and aloof, her eyes like ice, and a short blade was held horizontally in front of her, blocking the way of the group.

Lin Mo didn't even pause in his steps, but simply turned his head slightly and nodded gently to Leng Lingding, everything was understood without words.

Lin Mo's completely disregard for the situation thoroughly enraged the three assassins.

When a man with a scar on his face saw Leng Lingding's appearance, his eyes widened in anger.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, “Leng Lingding! It’s you?! How dare you betray the organization?!”

Leng Lingding remained calm and casually flipped her wrist.

The pair of short blades then twirled nimbly at his fingertips, as if they were alive.

Her tone was flat, without the slightest hint of emotion, as if she were narrating something perfectly ordinary.

"A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on; the Yellow Springs have taken its course, and its lifespan is over."

Her gaze swept over the three people in front of her, her eyes carrying a hint of indifference.

"Considering our past camaraderie, surrender and submit to your lord, and perhaps your lives may be spared."

"The Lord? Him?!"

A tall, thin assassin, enraged, laughed, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"Leng Lingding, have you gone mad! You actually acknowledge this brat as your master? Today, we will clean house for our Lord!"

"kill!"

The three stopped talking and their murderous aura surged.

They launched a fierce attack on Leng Lingding from three different angles.

The flashes of blades, the shadows of swords, and the gusts of wind from fists instantly engulfed her figure.

Leng Lingding's eyes narrowed, her figure swaying like a willow catkin in the wind, unpredictable and elusive.

The pair of short blades were used cunningly and ruthlessly, blocking attacks at the last possible moment and launching fierce counterattacks.

The four immediately engaged in a fierce battle, their energy surging forth, and it was difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

……

At the same time, Xue, who had lost an arm, endured the excruciating pain and used acupressure to stop the bleeding.

Like a slippery old eel, he slid silently along the shadows of the wall toward a well-hidden emergency passage in the corner of the adjacent room.

He had only one thought in his mind: as long as he could enter the secret passage, he could survive!

This will allow them to report everything that happened here, especially Lin Mo's formidable strength and Leng Lingding's betrayal, to the Lord of Guidance and the Left Envoy!

Hope was within reach; the secret passage switch, disguised as wall texture, was within easy reach.

A flicker of elation at surviving a calamity flashed in Grand Secretary Xue's eyes.

He stretched out his good hand and pressed the switch with trembling hands.

However, just before his fingertips were about to touch it—

A long, slender hand with distinct knuckles suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed the back of his neck!

The hand was cold and hard, like an iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.

Grand Secretary Xue's blood seemed to freeze instantly; his wild joy froze on his face, turning into endless despair.

Lin Mo appeared behind him like a ghost at some point, without him even noticing.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter, without the slightest pity.

"Uh... let... let me go!"

Grand Secretary Xue's face turned bright red as he struggled with difficulty.

The body's Qi and blood circulated wildly, trying to break free from their restraints.

"Still trying to resist?"

Lin Mo's tone remained completely flat, and he tightened his grip on Xue Gelao's neck slightly.

Grand Secretary Xue suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, as if the air in his lungs had been sucked out, and his head also felt dizzy.

His survival instinct gleamed with a ruthless glint in his eyes!

A fine, bluish-green poison needle, as thin as a cow's hair, silently slipped out from the sleeve of his intact left hand.

With his last ounce of strength, he thrust his sword fiercely into Lin Mo's abdomen from behind!

This is his trump card for survival—the "Death warrant"!

Seal your throat at the sight of blood!

Once pierced, even a great immortal cannot escape death.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Lin Mo's vigilance.

At the same time, they overestimated their speed.

With the poison needle still halfway through its flight, Lin Mo casually slashed downwards with his free right hand, fingers pointing like a knife!

laugh!

A condensed burst of qi flashed past.

Xue Ge Lao's only remaining left arm was severed at the shoulder!

He flew out carrying the "Death warrant," and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"what--!"

The piercing screams echoed all around again, even more desperate than before.

Lin Mo used the hand gripping Xue Gelao's neck to turn him around so that he was face to face with her.

His cold eyes stared directly at the other person's face, which was contorted with pain and fear.

Where is the Blood Demon?

Grand Secretary Xue was convulsing all over, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint.

But he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

"You...don't even think about...knowing...that the...Master...will...avenge me..."

His voice was broken and intermittent, but it was full of determination.

"Stubborn."

Lin Mo's eyes turned cold, and he was about to use a ruthless method to interrogate her.

suddenly!

A sudden change occurred!

Without warning, Grand Secretary Xue's bulging eyes suddenly froze.

On his back, a white paper figure, as thin as a cicada's wing, the size of a palm, with strange blush and pitch-black eyes painted on its face, appeared out of nowhere.

Then, it appeared out of thin air, passing through his clothes and skin, its movements light and eerie.

The paper figure floated down, and a hole, transparent from front to back, appeared in Xue Gelao's heart.

The edges were charred black, as if burned through by flames in an instant, and his heart had already turned into a lump of charcoal!

Grand Secretary Xue's body stiffened, all his life force instantly extinguished, and his head drooped limply.

Lin Mo frowned, released his grip, and let the corpse slump to the ground.

His gaze fell on the paper figure that had floated lightly to the ground, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yanmei?"