I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect caused by the illusion, but the sky above the entire fairy city is gloomy and cramped, with dark clouds pressing down on the city as if it were to be destroyed. There is a slight mist in the wind, and it seems that it is going to rain.
All the people and vehicles on the streets disappeared, and the "Quan Xing disciple" also disappeared. She didn't dare to stop for a moment, and jumped to the roof. Unexpectedly, before she landed, two fast-spinning paper puppets hit her. The paper puppets were made to look like a woman with plain clothes and black hair, but the facial features were painted, with dark eyes and scarlet lips, which were very eye-catching.
Yao Yue was in mid-air, with no leverage at all. Instantly, her magic power gathered at her waist, and like a willow branch rebounding, she passed through the gap between the paper dolls and landed on the top of a shed. This move was easy to say, but the angles of the two paper dolls were too tricky. If she hadn't controlled her body perfectly, it would have been impossible to do it. When she passed by the paper doll, she pulled out Fu Shui and slashed it in mid-air!
The sword energy caused the two paper puppets to collide violently, and a strange purple flame exploded. A strong smell of gunpowder spread in the air, mixed with a nauseating stench. The two paper puppets were already burned out when they fell to the ground, and the ashes fluttered like black butterflies. These two paper puppets were drug-induced puppets. If they were burned by the poisonous flames, they would be in danger of death.
"Ling Wujie! Come out!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound of the autumn wind shaking the leaves and the sound of raindrops dripping down the eaves. The scene of the street in front of her suddenly turned into Chuxiang City, and under her feet was Lanxue Pavilion.
Seven puppets with drug hair appeared in the air, spinning around and trapping her in the middle. She recognized the face of one of the puppets as Ling Lang. These seven puppets clearly corresponded to the seven direct descendants of the Ling family. Being surrounded by so many paper puppets that looked like evil ghosts, unable to be hit or thrown away, an ordinary person would probably be scared to death. However, Yao Yue did not panic, and her movements were harmonious and graceful, like a dance of heaven and man.
She knew she only had one chance to strike with her sword, otherwise the poison gas from the paper puppet would pour down like a waterfall and surround her. The dragon ball on the hilt of the Fushui sword glowed red, and she struck with incredible speed, using the reaction force to leap backwards -
In the blink of an eye, seven paper puppets exploded, and scarlet red spider lilies as big as millstones bloomed in the air!
The world in front of him gradually began to collapse with a faint sound, and the illusion melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The granite walls and deep alleys all returned to their original positions, and the vision was clear. Yao Yue thought she was heading towards the Immortal Emperor Palace in the center of the city, but she didn't expect that she was going the opposite way, getting farther and farther away from the Immortal Alliance, and was already close to Tianyuan Mountain in the western suburbs.
Just as she was about to turn around, four monks like zombies surrounded her from behind. Each of them had lifeless eyes and was so cold and indifferent that they didn't have a single human emotion. They rushed towards her numbly and mechanically!
The monk with the sword was closest to her, and when he failed to strike her, he stabbed again with the iron sword in his hand, nimbly and viciously, and the tip of the sword hit the Fushui Sword in an instant, close to the girl's throat. She retreated violently, and suddenly heard the whistling of the wind behind her. She immediately turned her sword and blocked a long halberd. Before she could catch her breath, the third monk came with a spear, and the fourth monk's blade chopped down at the same time -
With a clang, a flash of green sword light flashed by, and it collided with the weapons in the hands of the two men, creating sparks. As soon as the sword was out, before the move was finished, the sword tip chopped down, and the weapons of the two monks were suddenly cut in half by her!
The realm of these four people was not high, they were just newcomers who had just formed the Dan, if she wanted to kill them, she could easily kill them. But these people were obviously under the puppetry, they were still alive, and they simply abandoned their weapons, their ten fingers made a clacking sound, and they rushed towards her with bare hands as if they were not afraid of death.
Four puppet monks surrounded her, and they attacked her one after another. She had no way to dodge. The Fushui Sword in her hand swept a circle and cut off the four people's legs at the knees like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, one of them flipped his five fingers and suddenly released a yellow-green smoke. She knew that the smoke was poisonous without even looking at it. It was too late for her to block it with her magic power, so she had to hold her breath, close her eyes, and leap back.
The next moment, she felt as if she had stepped into a quagmire when she landed, and her meridians were completely unable to function! A dense array of formations appeared under her feet at some point, and she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She had to stick her hands into the ground to stabilize herself. Then she felt a strong body pressed against her back——
"It's really troublesome to capture Master alive."
The man was dressed in the uniform of a Quan Xing disciple. His voice was lazy in her ear, bringing a chill to the back of her neck that made the hair stand on end.
“Ling Wujie!”
The young man walked up to her, gently grasped her wrist and held it in his cold palm. Her pulse beat against his fingertips, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, looking like a beast under his thin face, about to break out of its shell and drink blood.
"It's good enough as long as Master still remembers me and the Ling family."
This face was no longer the face of Ling Wujie three hundred years ago, but the face of the crappy sorcerer named Ning Buyi. What was even more terrifying was that this change was not due to any disguise or illusion, but was a face that had truly undergone bone and muscle shaving.
——The eldest son of the Ling family, who once disdained to pretend, was so cruel to himself in order to lurk in Quan Xing.
Yao Yue's eyes were dark under her long eyelashes: "You are at the half-step enlightenment realm, why don't you dare to fight me in an upright battle?"
Hearing this, the man's smile deepened, almost unscrupulous, and was no different from Ling Wujie three hundred years ago.
A teleportation formation suddenly lit up beneath their feet. His cold fingers tightly clasped her wrist, and his voice sounded a little sharp due to extreme excitement:
"Because my most perfect puppet cannot be missing any limbs..."