Chapter 604: Decisive Battle

Time flies.

Since the death of Deacon Qian Hui, Fang Xing can clearly feel that the undercurrent against his family has subsided a lot.

After all, he has established a crazy personality and is not easy to mess with.

And the report to the sect about the alliance between the Corpse Driving Sect and the Blood Shadow Sect fell on deaf ears.

Fang Xing is too lazy to care about these things. In addition to planting trees every day, he comprehends the basic diagram of the magical power of "Meat Tai Sui". If there is free time, he occasionally studies the "Blood Paper Secret Book".

In the tree house.

Strange talisman papers are scattered everywhere.

Fang Xing is still wearing animal skin clothes, but he holds a fine talisman pen in his hand, writing on a palm-sized blood paper.

"A pile of sand makes a tower, and a pile of fur makes a coat... The so-called 'Spiritual Paper House Cave Heaven' is actually a combination of various origami techniques... Refining a large number of paper talismans, connecting them to form a whole, enough to attract a huge amount of influence from the spiritual world, and open up a cave heaven in the gap between yin and yang..."

"Paper people are easy to carry. If it is a paper house cave heaven, it can store a large army, and it can also accommodate living people for a short time. It is also very fast to move..."

Because of obtaining the secret book and completing the last piece of the puzzle, Fang Xing's origami technique has now reached the master level.

Drawing these 'Paper House Cave Heaven Talismans' is handy.

Of course, due to the usual nature of origami, Fang Xing's lifespan is slowly passing away while refining paper talismans and trying to combine paper houses.

"Sure enough, the origami lineage is short-lived, not without reason."

Fang Xing complained and drew the last stroke.

"Go!"

He shouted softly, and a breath of green essence sprayed on the paper talisman.

In an instant, the scattered papers seemed to come alive, precisely stitched together to form a paper wall.

Fang Xing spread out his right hand, and saw a flash of white light on his right hand, and a strange paper house had appeared.

Its skeleton was basically complete, and many paper people, paper sedan chairs, and paper beasts could be seen in it.

Accompanied by the sound of the spell, the paper wall was pasted up and immediately filled a wall.

"Paper people, paper horses... and paper houses..."

"It feels like it's a pity for this origami lineage not to do funerals..."

Fang Xing complained, but he seemed to have realized something:

"Hmm? If I refine it into a paper house cave heaven by myself... it seems that I can put my own soul into it, and turn my Yang life into Yin life, which can prolong my life for a long time... This should be the ultimate secret of the origami lineage."

"It's a pity that this magical paper house cave heaven technique cannot be practiced by anyone other than Yin Shen Zhenren... I am a special case. Not only is my life span long enough, but the key is that I am a druid at level 15, which is equivalent to Yin Shen Zhenren..."

"So, the end point of the origami lineage is to become a paper person and live in a paper house cave heaven, which is equivalent to some kind of alternative ghost cultivation?"

"It seems to have a big flaw, and... there should be few Yin Shen Zhenren who can survive until I succeed in refining it alone..."

Fang Xing was pondering, and suddenly sensed something, and a green light flashed, and he came to the outside of the tree house.

The night was hazy.

Between heaven and earth, heavy snow fell at some point.

No!

What covered Qingmuling was not heavy snow, but white paper money!

Between heaven and earth, an exquisite theater building with red and green and extraordinary decoration emerged and came towards Qingmuling!

A shrill alarm exploded over Qingmuling!

"So, tonight is the decisive battle?"

Fang Xing murmured, and did not leave the valley: "I hope it will not affect my Qingyu Garden, especially those evergreen trees."

This is the result of his decades of hard work and tens of thousands of acres of forest.

The experience of the druids in the future will all depend on them.

"What should we do?"

Dong Meir and other disciples were awakened, and their hands and feet were cold when they saw this scene.

They never thought that there would be a day when someone would come to the gate of Qingmuling!

Yiyaya!

The lights on the theater were bright, and a sharp female voice sounded: "Xijiangyue, for whom do you mourn... sighing for the window, people are haggard..."

One after another, lifelike shadow puppets walked out of the theater.

Whoosh!

In the direction of Qingmuling, several Yinshen Zhenren appeared, looking at this scene, each displaying their magical powers.

Whoosh!

In the night sky, a strong wind suddenly rose.

On Qingmuling, evergreen trees flashed with green light, soaring into the sky, and turned into strange weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks...

Those magical weapons and sharp blades, with indescribable magical powers, rushed to the theater and pierced one shadow puppet after another.

"Magic power - all the grass and trees are soldiers?"

From the theater, the androgynous voice of Xilian Zhenren came out.

Not only that, around Qingmuling, the soil cracked, and grass-headed gods with grass on their heads emerged, fighting with the invading Blood Shadow disciples.

"Hehe... How do you all see my shadow play?"

Xi Lian Zhenren chuckled, and a strange-looking, bronze-skinned strong man walked out of the theater.

He roared, and countless fires suddenly appeared in the sky. Blown by the strong wind, the grass-headed gods were instantly ignited.

The grass-headed gods turned into ashes without even a scream.

Magical power - draw wind and blow fire!

"Xi Lian... You have actually been promoted to the Yin God's back realm and peeled off the skin of a complete real person with magical powers."

In Qingmuling, a Yin God real person's face was full of fear.

And Xi Lian Zhenren was just one of the invading real people.

In another direction, countless paper money rolled in the void, and a paper house cave appeared. A large number of paper men and horses surged out from it, turning into a snow-like ocean.

The vast army rushed directly to the core of Aoki Ridge.

This is a decisive battle between the ten major factions of good and evil!

At the beginning, the tragic level reached a terrifying level.

But Fang Xing keenly sensed something was wrong.

"Huh? There was no big battle between the True Lord of Yangshen?"

"The foundation of the ten major sects of good and evil is that they only have one or two true lords of Yang Shen?"

"It seems that in this battle, everyone is cannon fodder."

Fang Xing looked towards the theater.

Even that Xi Lian Zhenren is just a pawn.

‘I don’t need to be too outstanding, just treat it normally. When I show my strength at this time, I will seek death…’

Fang Xing turned into a green light, urging the formation token in his hand.

The hazy green shadows blocked the entrance of the valley.

"Dear disciples, prepare to face the enemy."

He shouted softly, making Dong Meier and other disciples look extremely serious, and they hold the magic weapon in their hands tightly.

In fact, there is nothing good in Qingyu Garden. There are probably only a few Taoist monks who can like the centenary spiritual medicine.

Fang Xing was not panicked at all. As for how many of these disciples could survive, it depends on luck.

Rumble!

At the entrance of the valley, the shadows of the tree swayed and finally shattered with a bang, and several figures rushed in.

Shadows and paper people from the realm of qi fell from the sky.

"kill!"

Meng Tiandong, Dong Meier and others were all disciples of the sect. At this time, they had to advance but not retreat, so they could only move forward tremblingly.

"Lucatur!"

On Fang Xing's body, the momentum of the Taoist foundation is fully revealed, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, guarding the surroundings.

Then, another piece of paper from the Daojiuhou realm was riding a horse and swept it with one shot.

Puff!

The streams of lights immediately flew back, and some of them vomited blood: "Damn it, I have indeed practiced origami art and even sacrificed to the Dao Base and the Dao Base..."

If they were puppets in the back realm of Daoji, they might still want to jealously grab them, but once the paper man leaves the original owner, their strength will be greatly reduced, and these demon Daoji did not like it.

"Sure enough, this Qingyu Garden is a hard bone, poor and arrogant. The key is that there is no spoils. Unless it destroys that everlasting tree, there is still some contribution from the sect..."

One of the demons turned his eyes and immediately wore a strange monster skin and fled into the ground: "You guys are here to hold on, I'll go to Shennong Hall first."

Compared to this hard bone without much oil, it is obvious that Shennongtang is truly rich.

"Hmph, the shadow puppet lineage is simply shameless."

When several origami-like Daoji saw this scene, he also retreated and retreated without long after.

At this time, Fang Xing waved his hand lightly, and the thorns fell like raindrops, cleaning the sensational and mixed soldiers on the ground.

I saw that the original disciple of the Medicine Garden had lost more than half.

Meng Tiandong lost one arm, and Dong Meier's dress was also stained with blood: "We... won?"

"This is the first wave..."

Fang Xing shook his head: "At least there are several waves, huh?"

His eyes turned and he saw a green escape light flying in, followed by a few pursuers, which turned out to be Fei Yong.

‘This eldest grandson, he cheated me! ’

'Others are cheating on their fathers, but they are cheating on their fathers! ’

Fang Xing was speechless, but he still controlled the paper general, making flags behind him rush, galloping in the void, and greeting him...

...

Shennong Hall.

"Go away!"

Fei Changnong suddenly spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and brought Senior Sister Hong to fight and retreat: "The medicine warehouse is behind the hall, why should you chase after me?"

"Haha...Who doesn't know that you are the deputy master of Shennong Hall. You must have a thousand-year-old or even ten thousand-year-old medicine on you."

In the darkness, several ghostly shadows smiled and said, all the strength of Daojia Hou Realm.

The middle and later realms of the Tao base seem to be only one small realm apart, but in the practice system outside the place, it is a huge difference, representing the gap between the two major pseudo-sage powers and only one pseudo-sage power!

"I didn't expect...I was forced to this point, too."

Fei Changnong smiled bitterly and looked at his senior sister Hong: "Remember, live..."

He quickly took out a red pill and swallowed it in his belly.

In an instant, a magical power was like a flame meeting a dead tree, and it instantly started to burn.

"Crazy Demon's Life Pill?! Don't..."

Senior Sister Hong sobbed, and then vines appeared on Fei Changnong's body, with flames burning at the end, like torches, blocking the pursuit soldiers behind him...

...

Above the sky.

Two huge divine thoughts, like the scorching sun, were quietly looking at the joys and sorrows in Qingmu Ridge.

"Haha... Aoki Old Ghost, according to the agreement, the Blood Shadow Sect monks will fight to the Ancestor Hall, and you will lose."

A thin voice sounded: "Do you agree?"

"I naturally agree."

The old ghost Aoki responded faintly: "If the Killing Sect comes south, just come to me... but I recognize the rules of the ten sects of good and evil, but it is not certain whether the Killing Sect recognizes it or not, hehe... ”