Chapter 170: Firing at the Duck
Jixiang Ruyi took the order and quickly ran out on his short legs.
Lord Demon's strength is still terrifying. Although he has not entered the middle stage of fusion, He Cen is still very confident in him. However, some evil cultivators in the Spirit Transformation stage should not be a problem.
He was a little far away now and didn't know the fighting strength of his masters. If Bo Lou cleared out all the evil cultivators around Ningle Palace, then those around him would be just some leftovers from the God-Slaying Sect and there was nothing to worry about.
He Cen can act boldly and confidently.
Beside him are the four skeleton puppets left by Wen Qing, all of whom are at the Yuanying period. With the help of good luck, he can still have the upper hand in luck.
Worse still, if he saves the people, he will retreat back into the magic circle, and then the gang will definitely not be able to do anything to him.
Several masters have armed him so well, there is no reason for He Cen to be afraid.
As soon as the two kids came back, He Cen stood up straight and asked, "How is it?"
Jixiang: "The fight is over! Lord Demon is so fierce, so fierce, the fight is over!"
Ruyi: "Several masters have already gone in, no one is here to take care of us, brother! Let's go!"
His tone sounded even more excited than He Cen's, making people laugh and cry. The disciples here were originally hidden. They should be secretly doing things for the superiors of Tushendao.
These female cultivators should have other uses. He Cen thought about the settings in the novels and guessed that it was definitely not as simple as taking yin to replenish yang.
Pei Meng and Ji Yining are both female cultivators with excellent talents and physiques, and the other captured female cultivators are not ordinary people either.
Taking such a huge risk and doing such a thing in the secret realm, those evil cultivators of the Tushen Sect must have many ulterior motives.
He Cen calmed down and focused on the present. He leaned over and whispered something in Jixiang Ruyi's ear. The two babies nodded frequently, "Brother, you are so smart~"
“Can you do that?”
Jixiang Ruyi said in unison, "Yes!"
"It's easy. Leave it to us!"
He Cen did not let Jixiang Ruyi poison that group of monks. He just let the two little things hinder the circulation of those monks' spiritual power.
As long as they can't use their spiritual power, they will have no killing power in front of He Cen. He has four skeleton puppets to protect him, so this trip must be safe.
Those disciples probably never expected that the Demon Lord would catch the evil cultivators of the God-Slaying Sect and hunt them down, so they are now hiding here waiting for news. They are a bunch of hooligans, speaking in extremely vulgar language, and they would make obscene remarks to the female cultivators every few words.
It seemed that if He Cen didn't take action, those female cultivators who had regained consciousness would be humiliated to the point of being unable to survive.
He Cen felt that the dirty words were too filthy to his ears. He patted Jixiang Ruyi and said, "Okay, are you ready?"
Good luck: "Always be prepared!"
He Cen curled his lips and held up two babies on his left and right. "Let's go, brave and high-spirited! Fire at them!"
Jixiang Ruyi: "Fire! Attack the duck!"
The four puppets were originally left behind to protect him, but Wen Qing also kept a close eye on the movements of the little sword spirit.
The act of these three funny guys made everyone who were running in the palace laugh so hard that the four of them stopped and stood there, holding their waists and laughing for a long time.
Bei Qi couldn't straighten his back, "No, I don't want to enter this palace anymore, I want to go out and play with He He~"
Jun Chao was just about to open his mouth to advise him not to waste time, but He Cen had already rushed out. The four masters had no idea what he was doing. They just saw him jumping out with a big horse and using Jixiang Ruyi as a machine gun to shoot at the two of them.
He is blessed by the Piaomiao Pearl, and his spiritual power is overflowing.
Two milk bags were installed on him, and after a series of combination skills, it was like he was loaded with endless bullets.
Jixiang Ruyi just needs to let Jin'er use their ability to hinder the flow of other people's spiritual power, and the rest will be taken care of by the skeleton puppets.
Not to mention that the low-level monks of Tushen Dao were unable to react, even the several masters in the palace here were unable to react.
Jun Chao originally wanted to persuade Bei Qi to stop making trouble, but he ended up laughing out loud.
Bo Lou held his forehead with his hand and said, "No, what on earth are you doing?"
Wen Qing's wooden face also smiled, "I don't know, maybe he has developed some new tricks. Anyway, I haven't seen them before, and they are quite powerful."
The four of them were having a hard time trying to hold back their laughter, but in the end they felt that their little apprentice was smart and cute, and knew how to protect himself before taking action. He had prepared everything and didn't let them worry.
Bei Qi almost laughed out tears, "Why is baby like a big goose, stretching his neck and rushing out to bite people."
The other people were also speechless. He Cen knew nothing about this and cooperated very well with Jixiang Ruyi. He felt very good about himself, as if he had finally become the hero and savior he had imagined. He felt indescribably stupid.
"Comrades! Down with the evil forces!"
"Get him!"
Jixiang Ruyi: “Do it!”
Fortunately, the four skeletons can't speak. If they could speak, they would follow He Cen and shout a few passionate words.
At this moment, a puppet in the back was waving a flag for unknown reason. I don't know where it got a piece of rag from, but it followed He Cen's footsteps unwaveringly.
The little sword spirit certainly didn't know that there were so many spectators in his life. He thought that since his four masters were not around, he might as well let himself go. No one was watching, and those weak female cultivators would not even notice that he was going crazy.
This stinky man who helped slaughter Shinto, please accept the judgment of the sword spirit!
Good luck: accept the judgment!
Not to mention, these two little things are really useful. That gang of evil cultivators have never experienced any sign of their spiritual power being blocked by luck. They are all anxious and running around like ants on a hot pot. He Cen is not a fool, so how could he give them the chance to be dazed.
The sword is controlled by his consciousness. Xiao Hei was originally his original body. Now after being recast, his mind is united and every move he makes is as powerful as thunder and lightning.
While cleaning up the miscellaneous fish, He Cen quickly ran to Pei Meng and Ji Yining's side.
"Hey, pretty sister, are you two okay?"
Pei Meng and Ji Yining had never expected He Cen to appear here. They were stunned for a while before they reacted, "Uncle Master! Watch your back!"
He Cen had already sensed the danger before the two of them opened their mouths, and the puppet skeleton sword behind him swung, protecting He Cen's back completely.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. Are you two okay with this?"
Ji Yining looked at the talisman on his wrist and shook his head in pain, "I'm sorry, uncle-master, I'm causing you trouble."
He Cen didn't expect them to be able to fight back, so he waved his hands and cut off the shackles on their feet. "Then we can leave, right? Go wake up the other sisters, follow my skeleton, and quickly hide in the magic circle."
"Don't let me get in your way here and let me perform. Let's go!"