The Bloodthirsty Demon Puppets

Outside Sun Martial city.

A mysterious man wearing a black robe and a ghost mask on his face came to Song Qian.

Just seeing his whole body wrapped in a black robe would make people subconsciously connect him with Wan Yixuan.

However, Wan Yixuan was dead, so naturally, this person could not be Wan Yixuan.

And this person was wearing a ghost mask, but Wan Yixuan did not.

The ghost-masked man glanced in the direction of Sun Martial City, and s said, "The plan to use Sun Martial City's people to persecute Mo Xiu to submit has failed, I believe."

Song Qian froze for a moment, but it didn't seem surprising, "It's not surprising to fail. After all, even Wan Yixuan has failed after he took people from the five great families to attack the Mo Family."

After a pause, he added, "But I believe that the potential of those people is endless. Now, they fail because they are not doing their best. When I really put the butcher knife on their neck, even if they have to fight to death, they will level the Mo Family down."

"Doing so, are you not afraid that those people will take on Mo Xiu's side instead?" The ghost-masked man asked.

"No." Song Qian shook his head slightly, "What's more, even if they really stand on Mo Xiu's side, what can they do? I have a hundred thousand troops under my hand, more than enough to defeat the Mo Family and make a mess of the entire Sun Martial City. "

"..." The ghost-masked man fell into silence.

Song Qian continued, "No matter how strong the individual is, it is also very limited. As long as the cultivators fight, there will always be times when the True Energy is exhausted. To put it bluntly, if Wan Yixuan was not so arrogant at that time, and brought 100,000 armies to the Mo Family like me, Mo Xiu would have already become a prisoner."

The ghost-masked man commented, "It's good that you know it in your heart. It's best not to let me take action."

"Don't worry, I will win this battle. You will definitely be able to kill Yan Ran and catch Mo Xiu alive!" Song Qian said confidently with his lips curled.

At this time, a strange noise came, and the gate of Sun Martial City was abruptly opened.

Wang Mingkui, the lord of Sun Martial city, was standing on the wall and waved to Song Qian, letting Song Qian hurried in.

"Huh?"

The ghost-masked man became a little puzzled all of sudden, "Did you plant a spy in Sun Martial City?"

"It's not a spy, it's Wang Mingkui, the city lord of Sun Martial City." Song Qian explained, "I wrote him a letter before and asked him to be my internal response. Once I find that those people in Sun Martial City can't deal with Mo Xiu, he will open the city gate and cooperate with my army of one hundred thousand to demolish the entire Sun Martial City."

"Did he really agree? Are you sure you weren't cheated?" The ghost-masked man asked suspiciously after a little analysis.

"No! That's impossible!" Song Qian shook his head slightly, "He is a smart man and knows how to choose."

When the ghost-masked man heard this, he stopped talking.

Song Qian turned to look at his huge armies, and said to them, "All of you enter the city. This time, we must raze down the Mo Family's mansion, dismantle Sun Martial City, kill Yan Ran, and capture Mo Xiu alive!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The moral of the army was like a rainbow, even if they knew that what they were going to do next was likely to slaughter the city, they did not feel a trace of tension, in contrast, they even had a hint of excitement in their eyes as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

This was a tiger-wolf army; everyone was a blood-stained executioner.

Soon, Song Qian personally led an army of one hundred thousand through the city gate and entered Sun Martial City.

"No! It's too quiet!" The ghost-masked man stopped instantly.

Song Qian disagreed, "It's normal to be quiet. Anyway, Wang Mingkui is also the city lord of Sun Martial city. He must be condemned for doing this kind of thing, so he should have driven away all those close to the city gate."

As he said, he also stopped, turned, and looked on the city wall, looking for Wang Mingkui's figure.

However, the next moment, he only heard a rumbling sound before the gate of Sun Martial City was closed without warning, and then, black shadows fell from the sky and landed in his army of 100,000.

"Ahh…"

The screams rang timely, one after another, without stop.

The blood spattered out, turned into a blood mist, connected into one piece.

"We are tricked!" Song Qian didn't panic but was very angry instead.

Although he didn't know what these dark shadows falling from the sky were, but since they killed his people without saying a word like this, they were obviously the enemy.

And Wang Mingkui, the city lord of Sun Martial city, closed the city gate at the right time, so he must know the origin of these shadows.

Evidently, Wang Mingkui's identity could not be his internal response but his enemy.

Even a small city lord of Sun Martial City dared to deceive him too? This really made him angry.

At the same time, he still felt a little puzzled, why did Wang Mingkui want to deceive him? Didn't he know that there was only a dead-end when turning his back against him?

"Every army listens to my order! Change the formation and slay the enemy!" Song Qian shouted.

No matter what, the 100,000 armies were not made up of improvised pieces, nor was it a miscellaneous army, but a well-trained, blood-baptized elite army.

In the beginning, they were caught off guard, but with Song Qian's shout, the power of this army was immediately revealed.

For the time being, those who died were ignored as those who were alive quickly changed their formations and formed one team after another, brandishing their spears orderly, and stabbing them towards the dark shadows.

"Puff, puff…"

The spears pierced the bodies of the shadows one after another, and countless shadows fell to the ground.

"Oh, looking so mysterious, I thought you are something great, but you turned out to be jumping clowns who can be killed with one attack instead." Song Qian sneered, he didn't put those dark shadows in his eyes.

However, before he could search for Wang Mingkui again, he promptly heard an exclamation from the army.

"What the hell?"

"Why did they stand up again?"

"They can't die?"

"Are they still humans?"

"Ahh! Don't come over!"

...

Song Qian quickly turned his gaze back to the army and saw that the black shadows that had fallen just now stood up again, and rushed into the army again.

This time, the dark shadows seemed to have become more ferocious as blood was splashing wherever they passed, and countless soldiers fell to the ground again.

There was even a dark figure rushing towards Song Qian, but was quickly slapped flying by Song Qian, and after falling to the ground, it turned into a plume of black smoke and dissipated.

"Don't be afraid! Keep killing until they can't stand up!" Song Qian shouted in a deep voice.

But a pity that it was useless. The hundred thousand armies seemed to have not heard it at all, only knowing to dodge desperately. How could they dare to fight with these almost undying shadows?

Seeing that the army was about to collapse, Song Qian hurriedly rushed into the army and went to battle with the black shadow himself.

After all, he was a Core Formation cultivator, so Song Qian could kill one or two black shadows every time he made a shot. However, there were too many black shadows falling from the sky. Even if he was a Core Formation expert, it was definitely impossible for him to deal with so many black shadows alone.

Fortunately, when a group of soldiers saw Song Qian personally go into battle, their killing intents were aroused. They no longer dodged, they spontaneously formed a formation, and then fought with those oddly black shadows.

"kill!"

In a trice, the shouts shook the sky.

...

Above the city wall, the city lord of Sun Martial, Wang Mingkui, watched this scene, only to feel his scalp numbed, "Who are these people?"

The defenders on the city wall also watched with wide eyes, and at the same time, they couldn't believe it. They trembled all over as they glanced at Mo Xiu from time to time, as shown, they all carried a deep sense of fear regarding Mo Xiu.

"Fortunately, the city lord chose to seek refuge in Mo Xiu, and did not oppose Mo Xiu, otherwise, it would be too terrible." Everyone thought secretly in their hearts.

Mo Xiu was standing next to Wang Mingkui at this time, but he seemed particularly calm about the scene below the city wall. Even the slightest emotional fluctuation couldn't be seen on his face as if he didn't care about the outcome of the war.

In fact, there was nothing to care about.

Those countless black shadows were naturally Demon Puppets and not his eight Shadow Demon Guards.

After a few days, he refined a total of three thousand Demon Puppets.

Even though there were only three thousand Demon Puppets, it was more than enough to deal with Song Qian's one hundred thousand armies. After all, his Demon Puppets were difficult to kill, and each Demon Puppet had the strength equivalent to the 9th level of the Foundation Building Realm. As for Song Qian's 100,000 armies, although all of them were elite, few individual cultivators could reach the 9th level of the Foundation Building Realm.

More importantly, these Demon Puppets of his were all refined from the ghosts of Dark Mist Mountain. Though it was not difficult to refine, it still took some time.

Even if the three thousand Demon Puppets were all damaged in this battle, it would not be a big deal. At most, he could just go to Dark Mist Mountain in a few days and refine another batch.

On the one hand, it was a battle that must be won. On the other hand, there was no need to worry about the casualties of the Demon Puppets. If that was the case, what should he care about? He just had to wait quietly for the result.

...

Song Qian continued to shout and kill, and he personally took part in the fight. In the beginning, he was very brave. However, as he said: no matter how strong his personal force was, it was ultimately very limited. As long as the cultivators fight, the True Energy would eventually run out.

Song Qian had taken several pills to restore his True Energy, but his True Energy was still consumed too quickly. Even if he used the best pill, the recovery speed could not keep up with the rate of consumption.

And he also gradually started to get injured, although not seriously injured, it more or less affected the performance of his strength and battle.

He could not count how many Demon Puppets died in his hands, counting roughly, there were hundreds of them.

Hundreds of demon puppets seemed to be quite a lot, but originally, these Demon Puppets added up to 3,000, which was nothing in comparison.

There were very few people who could really destroy the Demon Puppets, not to mention the one who could destroy more than a hundred Demon Puppets like him.

He glanced roughly and found that there were only thirty to forty thousand left in the hundred thousand armies in a blink of an eye, and there were still one to two thousand Demon Puppets left.

If this continued, before he could clean up these Demon Puppets, he was afraid that his army would be wiped out first.

After gritting his teeth, he immediately made a decision, "Retreat! Don't fight with them anymore, retreat to the city!"

Under Song Qian's leadership, the remaining thirty or forty thousand people continued to retreat, but they did not expect that a large number of people in Sun Martial City had already sharpened their knives and waited for them.