Judge of the Lamp

Li Shabai shuttled through the chaotic army formation, searching for the puppet.

No, it's too hard to find, there are too many people!

What should I do if I can't find it?
You can't stop them if you can't find them!

They will rush out, they will spoil other people, they will kill until blood flows into rivers, and the 梼杌 is coming...

Li Shabai took a deep breath and calmed down for a while.

Such a powerful evil thought, it was a bit difficult even for myself to resist it.

Stick to your mind, you must hold on.

There was a sergeant in front, his body shaking violently.

Li Shabai stepped forward to catch him, looked at him for a while, and found that it was not a puppet.

This is a frightened people.

There was another person trembling in front of him, and Li Shabai grabbed him again, this is not a puppet.

After looking for dozens of people, Li Shabai finally found a puppet.

A group of people surrounded the puppet, their eyes were bloodshot, and they yelled at the people around them.

They are too close to the puppets and are deeply affected by evil thoughts. As long as Li Shabai gets close, they will risk their lives to fight each other.

Li Shabai suddenly had an idea.

kill them.

It's easy to kill them.

Just killing these few people will not trigger the sacrifice.

If these people are hopeless, they should be killed.

They are no longer ordinary people, they have become evil spirits, it is reasonable to kill them!
Just as Li Shabai was about to make a move, he forcibly restrained himself.

Under the shroud of evil thoughts, if he starts to kill again, he is afraid that he will not be able to stop.

Remember the plan you made with Xu Zhiqiong.

This is a no-kill battle, unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not kill!
Chang Decai rushed to the front, knocked down several people with the orchid bone, and bought a gap for Li Shabai.

Li Shabai rushed to the puppet, took out the ink cartridge, and threw out a piece of ink.

The ink hangs on the invisible thread, allowing Li Shabai to find the location of the thread.

Li Shabai cut off the silk thread, replaced it with another silk thread, and handed it to Tao Huayuan.

Chang Decai pinched the cut silk thread and began to grope back.

Li Shabai is in charge of searching for the puppets, Tao Huayuan is in charge of delivering the silk thread, and Chang Decai is in charge of searching for poor and evil cultivators.

The cultivation of the three of them is high enough to resist evil thoughts, and to a certain extent resist Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-grade skills.

Xu Zhiqiong had an extra silk thread in his hand, and concentrated his thoughts on sending techniques to the two puppets.

Outside the camp, a group of people stood there, looking around in a daze.

A man was holding a spear, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He saw his own yard.

The wife was washing rice in the yard, and the eldest son was chopping firewood in the yard.

The young daughter came over, hugged his leg and said, "Daddy, stop beating and go home."

The spear fell to the ground, and the man said with tears in his eyes, "I won't fight anymore, I, I want to go home."

……

Peng Xiunian, who was hiding among the chaotic army, frowned slightly, and two silk threads seemed to have lost their sense.

Someone discovered the stacked thought puppet!
The thread that lost its sense seemed to be vibrating.

Someone is groping along the silk thread towards this compartment.

Peng Xiunian twisted his fingers, quickly burned the silk thread that lost his sense, and then shifted his position.

Chang Decai realized that the silk thread in his hand had melted, gritted his teeth, and went back to look for Li Shabai again. …

Li Shabai found another puppet, connected the silk thread and handed it to Tao Huayuan, and Chang Decai continued to grope along the broken thread.

Xu Zhiqiong had three silk threads in his hands, and he was controlling three puppet stacking thoughts, constantly releasing his skills.

Outside the camp, people continued to give up fighting.

In the camp, thousands of wooden men were completely destroyed, and the crazy people hacked and bit, venting their fear and anger frantically.

Behind the wooden figure is the picture scroll, which is the "tens of thousands of troops" drawn by Li Shabai.

The veteran took a plain knife and slashed at the "tens of thousands of troops" in the painting, but was knocked back by an invisible force.

In front of the scroll is the yin-yang magic circle arranged by Taoer, like an invisible wall, blocking the furious civilians.

Although the magic circle is strong, it cannot withstand the impact of crowds again and again. Xu Zhiqiong can clearly feel that the magic circle is cracking.

When the magic circle was broken, only the picture scroll remained.

If the scroll is broken again, Xu Zhiqiong will be left alone.

There were two more silk threads in his hand, and two more puppets were found.

This was not found by Li Shabai, but by Chang De.

Chang Decai couldn't quickly distinguish the puppet of Duan Nian, but he carefully groped all the way back, and finally found Peng Xiunian who was hiding among the chaos.

Chang Decai suddenly grabbed Peng Xiunian's wrist, hooked his fingers, and Peng Xiunian's right hand suddenly lost strength.

Chang Decai snatched the two silk threads out of his palm because of the eunuch's fifth-grade skill.

Why only two?

Chang Decai handed the two silk threads to Tao Huayuan, and stepped forward to fight with Peng Xiunian.

Peng Xiunian's right hand was crippled, and he drew out his long sword with his left hand, and fought with Chang Decai.

Although Peng Xiunian has a fifth-grade cultivation base, he has no chance of winning when Chang Decai got close and lost a hand.

But Chang De has always been thinking about one thing, where is the silk thread in his hand?

There are only two in the right hand, and the left hand holds a long sword, as if there is no one.

Where did he hide the rest of the silk thread?
No matter where he hides, I'll just kill him.

If you kill him, you will have no evil intentions!

Why did he hook his little finger? Is there any sin karma hidden there?
While thinking about it, a coercion came, and Chang Decai felt a little stagnant when he made a move.

"Shooting, how dare you be rude!"

Oops, the Confucian technique of following propriety!

Chang Decai couldn't concentrate at that time, and Peng Xiunian took advantage of his loopholes and used his skills.

Don't panic, I'm restless because he used the distraction technique first, which made me unable to concentrate.

Don't think too much, kill him first.

Even if he had other helpers, it wouldn't hurt to kill him now.

Xu Zhiqiong held five puppets. Outside the camp, more and more civilians put down their weapons.

Sixth grade skill, Zhonglang is fearless!
Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-grade skill has a wide range of influence, which is not comparable to that of evil thoughts.

Using the state of mind, Xu Zhiqiong let the runaway civilians see his family members. Such a real scene had more influence than the evil thoughts in their minds.

With the stacking of puppets, Xu Zhiqiong was at the sixth rank, forcing tens of thousands of people to give up the battle.

The only problem is that the consumption of sixth-grade skills is far higher than that of evil thoughts, even more than ten times, and Xu Zhiqiong's power of imagery is quickly exhausted. …

Peng!Peng!Peng!
With a series of crisp sounds, Tao'er's magic circle was breached by a flood of civilians.

The only thing standing in front of Xu Zhiqiong is the last barrier, Li Shabai's painting.

The tens of thousands of troops in the painting rushed out and wrestled with the civilians.

The civilians retreated a little out of fear.

A voice sounded in my ears again: "Kill! If you don't kill, you will die, kill!"

The civilians soon discovered that the soldiers rushing out of the picture scroll were very fragile and could be easily killed with a single blow.

A middle-aged man took a hatchet, tore a hole in the painting, rushed to the back of the scroll, and shouted loudly: "It's all fake, it's black magic, folks, go!"

The scroll was broken, and Xu Zhiqiong was surrounded.

The people with blood-red eyes rushed forward with their weapons in their hands.

Xu Zhiqiong grabbed a man, drained his strength, and spread the power of imagery away, spreading the sixth-grade skills to the surroundings, making the surrounding people give up fighting as much as possible.

But doing so means greater consumption.

A boy chopped Xu Zhiqiong with an axe, the blade pierced an inch into his shoulder, and the boy let go of the axe.

The blood-red eyes suddenly filled with tears.

The teenager saw his mother, standing at the door, silently watching her.

"mother……"

The boy shivered and crouched on the ground.

In the middle of the mountain, He Fang led an army of five thousand, watching the fierce battle in the camp.

She didn't know how long Xu Zhiqiong could hold on, her task was to keep this important path.

If Xu Zhiqiong couldn't hold it, he would never let these crazy civilians rush through this mountain road.

All the soldiers were unarmed, otherwise they would be driven by evil intentions to massacre civilians.

He can only resist with flesh and blood, and can delay for a moment until Li Shabai finds all the puppets.

The bruised Xu Zhiqiong let go of a commoner, and with a little strength, he struggled to maintain the sixth-grade skill.

With a movement of the palm, another silk thread appeared.

After a short while, there was another silk thread in his hand.

There are seven puppets.

Li Shabai's speed of searching for the puppet became faster.

Xu Zhiqiong's tactics have reached the most critical part.

Outside the camp, a large number of civilians gave up the fight, and the civilians who continued to crazily charged continued to concentrate. They gathered around the stacking puppet, which exposed the location of the stacking puppet.

This is the result Xu Zhiqiong wants to see the most!

At the same time, Chang Decai used the orchid to cut the bone to disable Peng Xiunian's other hand, and then pierced Peng Xiunian's heart with his finger.

Peng Xiunian vomited a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.

But the evil thoughts in the air are still there.

No wonder this guy didn't have silk thread in his hand, he gave some of the thread to other people.

There are also evil cultivators in this army formation, probably more than one.

It is useless to kill Peng Xiunian.

Then keep killing, how many, how many!

Chang Decai gritted his teeth, came to Li Shabai's side, and continued to search along the broken line.

Li Shabai found another puppet and handed it to Tao Huayuan.

Tao Huayuan sent the disconnected wire to Xu Zhiqiong's hands with the magic circle, and suddenly felt that Xu Zhiqiong's breath was very weak.

Under the siege of everyone, Xu Zhiqiong was covered in blood. …

He tightly clutched the silk thread in his hand and tried his best to dodge among the crowd.

A kitchen knife was cut on the knee, a hole was pierced by a spear in the left shoulder, and a person was hanging on the right hand, biting frantically.

He no longer had the strength to spread his skills to the surroundings, so he could only pour all the remaining power into the silk thread.

With one more puppet, Li Shabai found another puppet.

Nine.

Chang Decai also found a puppet and tore it into sawdust.

The number of civilians who continued to fight became less and less, and more and more concentrated. Tao Huayuan found one of them and burned it to ashes.

Li Shabai found the twelfth puppet and smashed it to pieces.

Everyone looked around the battlefield, looking for civilians who were still fighting, and searching for the location of the next puppet.

There was no more puppets left, and some civilians stood there with blank eyes, their evil thoughts slowly dissipating.

Most of the civilians sat on the ground, sobbing with tears all over their faces.

Li Shabai looked at Chang Decai with a smile on his face.

He seems to have seen the studio of Qilang Tea House, and there is a beauty in front of him, waiting for him to paint.

This is Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-grade skill, and Li Shabai knew it very well in his heart, but the scene at this moment was so beautiful that Li Shabai couldn't bear to look away.

Chang Decai also laughed, and Li Shabai was very curious.

Chang Decai smiled so sweetly, what did she see?
After laughing for a moment, the illusion suddenly disappeared.

Chang De was startled, and then he remembered Xu Zhiqiong, and rushed towards the camp.

"Master! Master!"

Tao Huayuan had already rushed into the camp, and saw Xu Zhiqiong standing in a corner of the camp, covered in scars like a clay sculpture.

"Thief boy!" Tao Huayuan screamed, and rushed forward, just about to hug Xu Zhiqiong.

But Xu Zhiqiong suddenly turned his face and smiled at him.

"Hey! We won!"

This war that cannot be killed is won!