Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

The massive mental wave, like an invisible sharp cone, carrying a bone-chilling yin energy, pierced fiercely towards the people who were engaged in fierce battle!

"Oh no, a formation has been set up in the courtyard!"

Wu Tong, who was in front, was the first to be hit. His movements froze instantly, and a look of pain and contortion flashed across his face. He was almost attacked by a monster from the side.

Several soldiers even dropped their guns, clutching their heads and rolling on the ground screaming in agony, black blood seeping from their seven orifices.

Even Chen Mo, who was hiding far behind, felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, his vision went black, and countless malicious whispers exploded in his ears.

Fortunately, the Moonlight Mirror in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, its silvery light flowing, isolating most of the mental impact from the outside.

He suppressed his dizziness and controlled the paper puppet with swords and weapons to pounce on the monster that had almost hurt Wu Tong. At the same time, he pinched his thigh hard, and the sharp pain invigorated him.

"Someone is manipulating things from inside!"

Chen Mo could vaguely sense that the source of the mental waves was deep inside the main house.

There seemed to be a malevolent gaze fixed intently on them.

We have to get this done, or things might go wrong!

His mind raced, and instead of rushing in, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a palm-sized paper figure.

A wisp of pure Yin energy was infused into the talisman, and then flicked with a finger!

The paper figure quickly swelled into a human-shaped form about a foot tall, complete with limbs, but its production was noticeably crude.

These were ordinary paper figures he had previously crafted, possessing little combat power, but they came in handy now.

Chen Mo swiftly pulled the grenade from the waist of an unconscious soldier, pulled the pin, and stuffed it into the hands of the paper figure.

"go!"

He activated it with his mind, simultaneously injecting a stronger surge of Yin energy to give it even greater speed.

The paper figure darted out with a "whoosh," like a gray shadow flying close to the ground, nimbly dodging the rolling soldiers on the ground and the stray bullets and flashes of swords flying everywhere, and crashed hard into the invisible barrier at the door.

Deep inside the main house, the Soul-Sealing Granny, who was waving the Bone-Skin Banner and fully activating the Hundred-Eyed God-Seeking Array, immediately noticed this inconspicuous yet incredibly fast little thing through the array.

She was taken aback at first, then her cloudy old eyes widened instantly when she saw the smoking grenade in the paper figure's arms!

"What the hell?!" The Soul-Sealing Granny was shocked and furious. Forgetting about continuing to cast spells and interfere with the front yard, she subconsciously waved the bone banner with her left hand, trying to gather yin energy to stop the paper figure.

"boom!"

A loud explosion rang out in the main room, accompanied by the old woman's sharp scream of pain!

Although the sound quickly subsided, the sustained mental shock was clearly interrupted.

The pressure on the front yard has decreased dramatically.

Not only did the continuous mental interference disappear, but the flesh puppets also seemed to freeze for a moment due to the damage to the formation.

"A good opportunity!" Wu Tong felt the pressure ease, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he beheaded the monster in front of him with a single blow!

He glanced at the direction where Chen Mo was hiding, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but he didn't have time to say anything more.

"Charge! Charge in! We can't let them use their evil magic again!" Wu Tong roared, leading the charge towards the main entrance.

Chen Mo's true body did not immediately follow, but controlled the paper puppets of swordsmen to follow closely behind him, while he himself followed behind several recovered soldiers, still maintaining a relatively late position.

In his perception, besides the injured old woman, there was another aura in the main room, carrying a strong smell of blood, clearly indicating extraordinary strength.

If I go in now, that old woman will probably take her anger out on me.

It's just an assessment; pushing yourself too hard is going too far.

. . . . . .

At this moment, Wu Tong, who was at the front, rushed into the main house where the thick smoke had not yet dissipated.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps in the corner casting a flickering, dim light.

Besides the mess caused by the explosion, there were also fragments of pottery jars and some dark-colored organic debris scattered on the ground.

A nauseating stench of decay and burning filled the air.

Deep inside the main house, the Soul-Sealing Granny staggered to her feet, clutching her chest with her left hand, her eyes filled with venomous resentment, like needles dipped in poison.

Since the culprit didn't enter the house, she could only vent her anger on Wu Tong.

"Butcher, kill...kill them all!"

With the formation broken, the Soul-Sealing Granny suffered a severe backlash, and even her voice became somewhat incoherent.

The butcher standing nearby stood up; his massive body, like a moving mountain, almost blocked most of the light from the oil lamp.

His shiny scalp gleamed with oil, and the skinning machete in his hand, which resembled a door panel, was still dripping with a sticky liquid.

He glanced at Wu Tong, who had rushed in, and the soldiers following closely behind, and grinned with a cruel smile, his gaze lingering on Wu Tong for a moment longer.

His eyes held a cruel interest, as if he were looking at a novel toy.

"Hehe... Don't worry, Grandma, none of them will escape." The butcher's voice was rough and hoarse. "This kid's skin is mine!"

The old woman, panting, glared fiercely at the doorway.

"Quickly finish this! Don't let them get close to the Divine Child!" As she spoke, her left hand began to laboriously form hand seals, preparing to reactivate the formation.

"clear!"

The butcher grinned maliciously, and without saying a word, his massive body brought a foul stench as he swung his knife fiercely at Wu Tong!

The blade strikes were heavy and fierce, without any fancy moves, yet they carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wu Tong was already on high alert. Seeing the fierce momentum of the blade, he dared not meet it head-on and quickly dodged.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand transformed into a cold light, stabbing straight at the butcher Liu's ribs!

It is a variation of the "Wind-Breaking Style" from the "Three Styles of Wind Breaking," which is cunning and ruthless.

"Clang!" Butcher Liu reacted extremely quickly, withdrawing his cleaver to parry, once again producing a piercing metallic clang.

Wu Tong felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, his tiger's mouth went numb, and he was shocked: This guy is too strong!

The two instantly engaged in battle.

Wu Tong's swordsmanship was exquisite, and he unleashed his full power of cultivation, his blood and qi as pure as mercury, with a faint red mist surrounding his body.

But the butcher on the other side was not only incredibly strong and thick-skinned, but also extremely experienced in combat. He wielded his machete with such skill that it was impenetrable, deflecting Wu Tong's attacks one by one. Occasionally, he would launch a counterattack, putting Wu Tong in grave danger.

He was already injured, and after a long battle, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Squad Leader Wang and several soldiers who followed in attempted to fire their guns to provide support, but the room was dimly lit, and the two were locked in combat, making it difficult to aim accurately. Stray bullets might accidentally injure Wu Tong.

The group had no choice but to point their guns at the Soul-Sealing Woman and take turns firing.

boom! boom! boom!

Several gunshots rang out sharply in the dimly lit main room.

These ordinary bullets, however, struck the Soul-Sealing Granny about a foot away from her, as if hitting an invisible wall, their speed decreasing drastically, and finally falling to her feet with a "clink-clink" sound.

The warhead was twisted and deformed, and covered with a layer of gray frost.

That was a barrier of yin energy she had set up with her remaining magic power. Although it was far less powerful than the previous Hundred Eyes Formation, it was more than enough to withstand ordinary bullets.