No sooner had he finished speaking than a cold laugh came from above the mist.
"The Ninth Princess Consort, who claims to be all-powerful and even half-immortal, isn't that much skillful after all? You didn't even notice before my puppetry technique was activated. The rumors circulating outside are far too exaggerated."
Judging from the voice, it was a young man.
This matter cannot be blamed on Jiang Qingwan's carelessness.
Her attention was focused on the demonic energy. When Xiao Dao appeared to ask for help, she had been tainted with a heavy death aura due to her contact with the zombies, which masked the slight spiritual energy fluctuations in the puppetry technique.
It is true that he was tricked into falling into a ravine.
Jiang Qingwan was very unhappy.
I'm very unhappy.
She raised her hand and launched a lightning strike talisman.
In the darkness of night, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The Taoist priest, who had just been smug, was suddenly struck dead.
His protective golden aura was shattered, his head nearly exploded, and his breath was black with a foul, burnt smell.
Jiang Qingwan didn't waste any words.
One lightning strike talisman after another was thrown.
The man couldn't dodge and screamed in agony while uttering threats.
"This great immortal doesn't bother with women... Wait until you come out, and we'll fight again another day. Ah! My ass!"
The sounds of cursing and swearing gradually faded into the distance.
How could Mo Yunhan let him go?
"Wan'er, wait here."
Before they could finish speaking, the person had already leaped away.
They wanted to get through the fog and capture the person.
Suddenly, I felt a soft barrier, as if I had bumped into cotton or into countless elastic ropes.
It actually dissipated all his internal energy, sending him flying back into the mountain valley.
He was immediately stunned.
With his skill, a mere mountain hollow could not possibly trap him.
Undeterred, he used all his internal energy and flew up again.
But that soft force, like fine yet surging waves, bounced him back again.
What's going on?
Jiang Qingwan grabbed his wrist.
"There must be a formation set up above."
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