As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

And the villagers didn't know why, but they suddenly appeared.

They gathered around the baby face and stared at the green liquid. Some even held a bucket in their hands to hold the liquid.

Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe looked surprised.

"Did you see that? These villagers are indeed not ordinary people, and they don't know what they used the green liquid for. Speaking of which, this baby-faced boy is quite pitiful, being treated like a spring."

Sikong Wuyuan suddenly remembered an ancient legend and felt dizzy.

"Is this? The legend mentioned in that book?" Before Yuan Hehe could answer, he heard Baby Face suddenly pointing to their barrier and chanting: "Twelve thoughts, chanting has its own scriptures. "

Immediately afterwards, a golden light spot appeared on the barrier where the two people were, and the golden light spot seemed to be attracted by something and sunk directly into the barrier.

However, after a while, the golden light disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, what is strange is that the liquid on the doll's body has stopped flowing, and even all the wounds that appeared just now have recovered as before.

The only difference was that there was no blood on her face, like a long-dead corpse.

What's happening here?

Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe could not help but be stunned for a moment, feeling confused.

Then they discovered that the villagers began to gather and walk towards them.

They each held hammer shovels and axes in their hands and struck towards the barrier.

Although the two knew that the barrier could block spiritual power, they didn't know whether it could block ordinary attacks or how long it could last. They couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts.

They gathered together and told each other in their hearts: "If the villagers break the barrier once, we will directly release spiritual power, shake them away in an instant, and then run to a safe place."

The two people reached an agreement, but then they saw that although the weapons had hit the barrier, the barrier was still extremely strong.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They did not expect that this barrier would be so strong, that even after His Highness the Savior fell into a coma, his power would not diminish.

Now it's better, after the other party lies down tiredly, they can be carefree.

However, they really hope that these people will not target His Highness the Savior. After all, he is still unconscious on the ground.

However, as if the other party knew what the two were thinking, they aimed their weapons at Jiang Ming and walked towards Jiang Ming step by step.

When Sikong Wuyuan saw it, he couldn't help but be frightened and cursed angrily at the villagers.

"You villagers, come and beat us. How can you deal with a fainted person? What a bunch of incompetent people!"

"Apart from using those weapons to scare us, what else do you have? If you can, just break the barrier!"

"It's so funny that there are so many people and so many weapons, and they can't even break a barrier."

Yuan Hehe also shouted.

"You can't beat me as a child. I really have no ability at all. It's really inferior."

"You should go drink the northwest wind, it's not your turn to eat shit."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bunch of cowards, they can only bully an unconscious person."

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They used all kinds of abuse and insults, but no matter what, the villagers seemed not to hear them at all, and they didn't even speed up or slow down their steps. They walked blankly with expressionless faces.

This made Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe want to cry.

What is going on with these villagers? How come you are not provoked by their provoking methods at all? Not even a reaction.

Are they really real people? Or are they just a bunch of puppets?

Thinking of the previous scene, Sikong Wuyuan made a guess.

"I think these villagers are just puppets. Yuan Hehe, let's search and see if there are any residents inside who should have been washed to death by the flood. If there are, they should be puppets."

"Sikong Wuyuan, you are smarter."

Yuan Hehe gave him a thumbs up and looked carefully, but these villagers turned their backs to them, giving them no chance to investigate their identities.

Yuan Hehe felt his head getting bigger.

"What do you think of this? We are all facing away from them."

"Where are your spells? Is it possible that you can't see their success?"

Sikong Wuyuan's head was full of question marks, and he felt that Yuan Hehe really regarded him as an ordinary child.

Do we still need to face each other head-on to identify each other?

However, Yuan Hehe coughed and said: "I have practiced similar techniques before, but I didn't practice them because I thought it was too troublesome. Who knew it would be useful in this situation?"

"Come on, let me come and see."

Sikong Wuyuan closed his eyes and began to observe the villagers.

The fragrance of bamboo suddenly emitted from his body.

Then, he opened his eyes and rejected it with a look of helplessness.

"There is no way. I didn't find any of the people who drowned here at all. This is really strange."

"Forget it, you'd better stop reading and come and take a look at this."

Yuan Hehe suddenly pulled up Sikong Wuyuan's sleeves and pointed somewhere ahead.

There were villagers everywhere, and Sikong Wuyuan felt baffled.

"Yuan Hehe, what do you want me to see? Aren't we looking at the villagers? What happened to those villagers?"

Then, he looked carefully.

He found that the villagers all seemed to have bruises on their bodies. The bruises were big or small, and even the colors were different.

This was the first time they saw that bruises came in other colors besides cyan and purple.

The two people couldn't help but swallowed, and said with some surprise: "Are these really bruises? It feels like something else. Don't worry, we will also be harmed by these things. Now it is really a trouble."

But then, they couldn't think about anything else.

The large army of villagers had arrived in front of Jiang Ming, raised their weapons, and slashed directly at Jiang Ming.

At that moment, Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe closed their eyes, feeling helpless.

They have no way to break the barrier, let alone save Jiang Ming, now. He could only watch the other person die like this.

They were sad in their hearts, but they did not dare to open their eyes and look any further, but they also knew that they still had to look.

As they opened their eyes, the scene in front of them shocked them.

Jiang Ming's body disappeared, and the weapons stuck straight into the ground.

The two of them were momentarily confused.

Where is His Highness the Savior? The person just disappeared?

But then, they were surprised to find out.

His Highness the Savior has woken up, and what he did just now was just a cover-up.

Jiang Mingzheng stood directly behind the villagers. The villagers couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts and wanted to pull out their weapons.

However, he has already tampered with it.