Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

In front of the paper sedan, paper puppets formed a formation to protect the front, rear, left and right sides of the sedan.

Suddenly, a ball of sand and gravel as tall as a person suddenly rose from the ground and fell in the direction of the paper sedan like a rain of arrows.

Several paper puppets blocked it like human shields. Debris comparable to arrow stones hit the paper puppets' bodies. Suddenly, it was as if they hit an invisible wall. However, it was this puppet made of vellum paper. There was a faint light.

This is the "armor-covering aura". These paper puppets made by He Ping all look like they are made of paper, giving people a fragile and vulnerable feeling. In fact, they all have a layer of protective aura.

With this layer of "spiritual light" protecting the body, ordinary swords and spears cannot damage him at all, and even spells cannot break this layer of aura.

At the same time, when the sand and gravel were swirling, the Qingqing ghost hiding underground also took advantage of the opportunity. His figure turned into a line of smoke, bypassed the array of paper puppets, and flew towards the paper sedan.

This ghost is very shrewd. It knows that there is a breath of strangers in the sedan chair. Instead of getting entangled with these paper puppets, it would be better to trouble the living person.

With a swish, the green ghost appeared again, suddenly extending its sharp claws from the air. However, when it was less than half a foot away from the sedan, the green ghost's claws were entangled in countless thin threads like spider silk.

"Zheng!"

There was a trembling sound like a piano string, and the silk strings like a knife network were suddenly twisted. One arm and half of the body of the Qingqing Ghost were crushed. The ghost was also in pain, and its figure suddenly became blurry, as if it had turned into smoke. , and penetrated into the ground like a smoke snake.

"Escaped?"

Seeing these ghosts dying, running, and escaping, He Ping's expression didn't change much.

He realized that this Wandering Soul Village was not simple. The ghosts and ghosts entrenched here were not ordinary ghosts.

"In the lonely graves and wild graves, there are wandering spirits with weak Yin Qi. They are not worth anything except frightening ignorant passers-by... But in this ghost village, there are old evil spirits, such as cat warts, tree Pazi, the well ghost and the green-shooting ghost, it’s okay for these things to appear alone, but when they gather together in a swarm, this situation is obviously wrong!”

Especially photographing green demons and ghosts. This kind of evil spirit requires a person who harbored great resentment and hatred during his lifetime to hide under a coffin of a corpse in a cloudy year, a cloudy month, a cloudy day, a cloudy day, and place it on the bottom of the corpse, and then go through seven or forty-nine days of cultivation without eating or drinking. , there is a very low chance of turning into half ghost and half corpse.

Of course, there are many taboos and disasters in between. Moreover, even if you are lucky enough to become a green ghost, you have to continuously absorb the death energy of the dead in the yin and yin years of the yin and yang days in order to maintain your true body.

However, this kind of ghost is not a complete ghost. It has an entity in itself. It is not afraid of sunlight and can move during the day. It also has various supernatural powers and is very difficult to deal with.

However, these demons and ghosts in the Wandering Soul Village have no problem dealing with ordinary people. When faced with people like He Ping who have some success in magic and can use puppets to form formations, this group of ghosts will not be able to exert much effect.

"There's something very wrong with this Wandering Soul Village. I'm afraid someone is cultivating ghosts here. No, they're cultivating a ghost formation!?"

He Ping became more and more surprised.

He didn't know much about ghosts, but judging from the knowledge he got from Wuyousheng, it would be okay for such powerful ghosts to appear alone, but there were so many gathered in this ghost village. It just doesn’t make sense.

Fierce ghosts, like tigers and wild beasts, have their own "hunting grounds" and "territory". As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. If the territories of ghosts conflict with each other, there will be conflicts.

There are so many powerful ghosts packed into such a small place in this ghost village. In theory, there will be a huge fight!

"This is a ghost refining ground, a ghost formation. There are so many ghosts, it's completely man-made..."

He had never thought that someone would turn the entire village into a ghost realm, and the ghost realm would become a ghost array. The person who set up the ghost array wanted to use the yin energy of this ghost realm to cultivate ghosts.

"If they all have this kind of ability, they will definitely not be ordinary people, but people who have truly practiced Taoism."

He Ping murmured in his heart, feeling that there was no need to offend a Taoist master. He originally thought that the Wandering Soul Village was a natural ghost domain.

But now that he has determined that this place may be the work of someone who practices Taoism like himself, there is no need to do things too absolutely.

After driving away a group of demons, he did not continue to drive them away, but ordered the paper puppets to continue carrying the sedan.

The white paper sedan also set off again, and in a blink of an eye it arrived in front of the ancestral hall at the end of the long street.

"This fellow Taoist, I accidentally broke into the precious land. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to catch a little thief who secretly learned this technique. I also ask you to be more open-minded and release the little thief so that I can Take him back and punish him."

He Ping did not intend to offend anyone at first, so he decided to accuse the boy in Tsing Yi of something, such as stealing academic methods. This kind of thing was something that only people within the Xianpuppet Sect knew well. If he made such nonsense, outsiders would also be surprised. It's impossible to know the inside story.

"Fellow Taoist, this is a private matter for our sect. Please forgive me. As long as I release the person, I will return home immediately."

He frowned and added, compared to his previous words, this sentence became more of a tough attitude.

"Fellow Taoist, why don't you take the time to meet me?"

He Ping's expression darkened, and he asked loudly again, but unfortunately there was no reply from the other side of the ancestral hall.

In the dark night, the ancestral hall stood there, seemingly indifferent, and did not respond to him in any way.

He Ping quickly asked for help at the dark ancestral hall several times, but there was still no response.

"What's going on? Or maybe you are too lazy to pay attention to me, or... is it possible that this Wandering Soul Village really has no one in control and is an empty ghost land?"

He Ping's expression was very confused.

This kind of thing can't happen, right... With "ghost refining" in this village, it's impossible not to send someone to manage it, so it can just be left empty, right?

Sudden--

The two bronze doors with animal heads in the ancestral hall opened with a "squeak" sound. Behind the dark door leaves, it was like a giant beast opening its mouth, revealing its bloody mouth.

He Ping suddenly became alert. He squinted his eyes slightly, and when the tips of his ears moved, he heard a loud "ssssssss" sound.

In this moment, he saw countless white shadows flying densely from the door of the ancestral hall.

He Ping was also shocked by the number, his face changed slightly, and his pupils tightened!

The next second, he pinched several spells with his fingers and gave a low shout.

"Form me up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures jumped out from behind. The paper puppets were driven over one after another, but they had different expressions, including five kinds of faces: happiness, anger, sadness, worry, and fear.

The ghost spirits attached to the paper puppets have long been sacrificed and turned into curse spirits. The power of these curse spirits exploded on the spot. In an instant, the "armor-covered aura" on the paper puppets was activated, and their thin hands were waved in the air, flashing out. Afterimage.

Swish, swish, swish! The flying white shadow twists and turns in the air, is cut off by the paper puppet with a hand knife, and writhes like a severed insect body.

"Fellow Taoist, don't you want to talk?"

He Ping frowned slightly, but his tone was calm.

The old red-painted door of the ancestral hall has turned black due to its age. From the open door, countless white shadows filed out, and then flew overwhelmingly towards the paper sedan.

It looks like the other party has no intention of continuing the conversation at all!