Palm fairy garden

Chapter 52 Torture
"boom!"

A dull bang.

The magic weapon of the bell standing in front of Zhang Daosheng was knocked away by the white sharp arrow.

The spirit bell wailed, the body of the bell shrank sharply, and flew back to Zhang Daosheng's hand.

At first glance, this spiritual bell instrument, which can be attacked and defended, was actually cracked by white paper arrows.

But Zhang Daosheng hadn't 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, causing his face to change greatly in fright.

This scene can be seen everywhere on the walls of Zhangjiabao.

The monks of the Zhang family kept releasing spells and talismans, or manipulating magic tools to attack the paper puppets.

But no matter if it was a spell or a magic weapon, the attack on the paper puppet was useless except for the "bang bang" sound like a blunt knife cutting hard cowhide.

Whether it is fire bombs, ice arrows, or flying swords, they are all ineffective against paper puppets.

Gradually, the monks of the Zhang family became desperate.

The paper puppet, which even a foundation-building cultivator can't destroy with a single blow, is indeed not something that ordinary Qi-training cultivators can contend with.

Before Su Ming fought so hard with Ghost Mother Bodhisattva, now that the opponents were replaced by a group of Qi training stage monks, the situation suddenly became one-sided.

It was as if the opposite side had turned into a group of lambs, allowing him to slaughter them.

"Can't stop, can't stop, retreat, retreat quickly!"

A servant of the Zhang family broke down first, and he fled towards the town frantically crying.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

Behind him, a monk at the ninth level of Qi training cut off the head of the escaped servant with a flying sword, and shouted, "The other party has dozens of puppets, and we have hundreds of people. If you stick to it, the loser must be he!"

The monk who shouted was a monk of Zhang Jiajing's generation, and he was about 40 years old.

But before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow came straight to his face.

Although he has the ninth level of qi training, his strength is still inferior to Zhang Daosheng's. An attack that surpassed the limit of a monk in the qi training period directly took his life.

Losing the person who supervised the battle, not to mention the Zhang family's servant Xiu, many Zhang family's own children couldn't hold on, and began to flee frantically into the Zhang family castle.

Seeing the enemy's defeat, Su Ming, who was ten miles away, couldn't help but smile.

Compared to fighting head-to-head face to face, it is the best strategy to control the paper puppet to destroy the enemy from a distance.

Of course, it is safe to destroy the enemy at a long distance, but due to the lack of timely repairs from the Hall of Immortals, the combat power is definitely not as good as fighting face to face.

Su Ming opened his eyes and stood up.

aside.

Mu Qingyan, who was protecting Su Ming, saw Su Ming standing up, so she also stood up quickly.

Su Ming glanced at her, in less than half a stick of incense, after swallowing the healing elixir, Mu Qingyan's injuries have recovered a lot, at least there is no big problem in using her true energy.

Seeing this, Su Ming said, "Let's go, the Zhang family is broken."

"what?"

Mu Qingyan was a little dazed.

"Go to Zhangjiabao."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyan took a deep look at Su Ming, and immediately called the crane, and carried the two of them to Zhangjiabao.

Ten miles away in an instant.

When the two set foot in Zhangjiabao, the opposite side had become a piece of scorched earth.

The corpses of the monks of the Zhang family were lying all over the place.

But neither Mu Qingyan nor Su Ming was moved by the scene in front of them.

Compared with what the monks of the Zhang family did to the monks of Qingshuifang City, the retribution that the Zhang family received at this moment is not even one-tenth.

Following the two, they walked to the depths of Zhangjiabao.

There were sporadic shouts of killing in front of them from time to time, but the shouts of killing quickly subsided again.

Su Ming kept walking towards Zhang Daoquan's patriarch's mansion.

In front of a vermilion gate, Su Ming stopped.

This is the residence of Zhang Daoquan, the head of the Zhang family.

But now, there are paper puppets standing on both sides of the gate. These paper puppets are like a line of soldiers.

The two entered the mansion.

Su Ming saw the prisoner caught by the paper puppet.

Inside the mansion, there were traces of blood and scorched black.

Obviously, in order to capture these captives, the paper puppets fought fiercely with each other here.

At this moment, the monks of the Zhang family were kneeling on the ground, all with white paper knives around their necks, and there were thirteen prisoners in total.

All the captured monks had seen the power of the paper knife, and they had no doubt that it could cut off their heads.

"Are you the guard of the Zhang family?"

Su Ming walked up to an old man with gray beard and hair and blood all over his body, and said condescendingly.

Zhang Daosheng raised his head, stared at Su Ming, and suddenly laughed wildly: "A small Qi-training seventh-level monk is also worthy of talking to this old man!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Mu Qingyan, "My Zhang family has learned the tricks of Fairy Mu. If you want to kill or cut, just listen to your respect."

Su Ming waved his hand expressionlessly.

"brush!"

The paper puppet raised the knife and dropped it, and a big head turned into a rolling gourd.

"From now on, I ask, you answer, everyone has only one chance."

After finishing speaking, Su Ming walked up to the first person, "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"

The man showed hatred in his eyes, then snorted, and turned his head stiffly.

"brush!"

Another head fell to the ground.

"Ah! I'll fight with you!"

A cultivator went completely insane, trying to run his true energy, but before he could make a move, the paper puppet chopped off his head.

After killing three people in a row, the Zhang family prisoners present were immediately stunned and kept silent.

"Gudong."

A monk swallowed nervously.

Su Ming walked in front of him, and asked with a cold expression, "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"

"I know I know."

"brush!"

As soon as the knife fell, another head rolled down.

Behind him, Mu Qingyan frowned when she saw this scene.

Don't talk about killing, talk about killing, fellow Daoist Su's methods are really ruthless.

"Too slow to answer,"

Su Ming remained expressionless, and continued to walk in front of the fourth person, asking the same question: "Where is the Zhang family treasury?"

"In the third hall of the patriarch's mansion, I am one of the monks who are in charge of guarding the clan treasury on weekdays. I will guide you, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

This person spoke the answer at the fastest speed in his life, without any muddling.

Nonsense, Su Ming, the killer, has completely broken his psychological defense line. He is eager to survive, and he only wants to survive at the moment. As for other things, this person doesn't want to think too much.

"very good,"

Su Ming nodded, "The others, kill them all."

As soon as the words fell, one head after another fell down.

The head of the Zhang family's mansion suddenly filled with blood.

Su Ming glanced at the only surviving monk of the Zhang family, this person only had the sixth level of Qi training, not as high as him.

"Let's go."

"Yes Yes."

The only surviving Zhang family monk stood up tremblingly, his trousers were already stained with urine.

It is also an anecdote that the dignified monk was so frightened that he lost control.

Su Ming and Mu Qingyan followed behind him and came to the third hall of the Zhang Family Head's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)