Chapter 82: Cutting Paper into Soldiers

That black wolf had a thin and short body, but its movements were unusually agile. Its black fur was somewhat special, seemingly absorbing the sound of the black wolf's leap, making its movements soundless and very difficult to guard against. This wolf didn't know when it had quietly climbed onto the beam, enduring until this moment before pouncing down.

The wolf's nature was cunning, and its first choice was the swordsman-dressed reincarnator who had shown weakness.

The reincarnator hurriedly sprinkled a handful of sparks. Those sparks didn't know what kind of magic spell they were, but after being sent out, they exploded into a series of orange fireballs, as if they had eyes, automatically seeking to attach themselves to the enemy in mid-air. The fireballs were extremely fast, and actually attached to the wolf skin before the black wolf pounced on him. In just an instant, the black wolf turned into a ball of orange-red fire.

Demon qi surged on the oily fur of the black wolf, seemingly wanting to suppress the flames.

But the flames sprinkled by the reincarnator didn't know what was strange. Instead of being extinguished when encountering demon qi, they became even more vigorous as if encountering oil.

Seeing the black wolf, even though it was burned by the fierce fire, still maintained its ferocity, ignoring the severe pain caused by the burning of its fur and bones, it still pounced on the reincarnator. That short distance of ten feet passed in an instant, and a line of fire attacked the reincarnator's chest directly. The reincarnator just sneered coldly, raised his long sword, picked up a little firelight, and stabbed directly in front of him.

Qian Chen saw that this later firelight contained the reincarnator's magic power. As long as it was stained with a little, it could detonate all the firepower on the black wolf, and it also contained a trace of sacrificial ability, which could convert the blood and demon qi of the burning black wolf to the swordsman reincarnator.

There were some shadows of witchcraft in it.

Judging from this foundation of magic power, that reincarnator was not a sword immortal or swordsman at all; his foundation was entirely based on witchcraft. Relying on the strange ability of witchcraft to refine the body, he was not afraid of close combat, and had many curses and nightmare-suppressing spells in long-range combat. He was a typical magic-flow cultivator. Whoever believed he was really a swordsman would definitely be plotted against by him.

The origin of those sparks was also clear.

It must be some kind of witchcraft fire. Witchcraft often had the ability of sacrifice. Witchcraft fire only needed to sacrifice the essence blood of a certain creature to convert the flames into a state that restrained such creatures. That reincarnator only needed to sacrifice the flesh and blood of the wolf demon to sprinkle witchcraft sparks and turn the witchcraft fire into a flame that could burn the flesh and blood demon qi of the wolf demon.

It was just that the flesh and blood used by the reincarnator as the magic guide did not come from this black wolf, but from another wolf demon that was much weaker. Otherwise, under the burning of the witchcraft fire, igniting all the essence blood and demon qi, it would have been burned to ashes in an instant, so how could it give the wolf demon a chance to fight to the death?

Just at this moment, when the wolf demon was about to touch the firelight on the sword tip, a squirming movement occurred on the wolf demon's body. It suddenly struggled, and a stream of blood light suddenly darted out from the black shadow that had burned into a fireball. At a moment when it was almost impossible, it made a turn in the air, bypassed the sword light, and completely avoided the reincarnator's determined blow.

The blood light burned, as if it were a ghost, so fast that people couldn't react in time... and bit the reincarnator's throat.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the blood light was a skinned blood wolf... or rather... a wolf ghost! It was just skinned, and it might not have been able to get rid of the witchcraft fire that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone. But the wolf demon actually used a life-and-death method like a cultivator's Heavenly Demon Disintegration, burning its own flesh and blood, sacrificing its soul, and transforming into a wolf ghost, only then breaking free from the shackles of the flesh and transforming into blood light.

Western Kunlun Daoist Zhichiu's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "Blood Demon Escape Technique!"

If the wolf demon had such a life-and-death method, then the group of wolves that were not taken seriously by everyone would appear very difficult to deal with!

The white-clothed scholar who had always been very calm also revealed a trace of solemnity, and of course, there was Qian Chen, who also pretended to be very terrified.

"Brother Zhou!" Zhichiu was both shocked and angry, and spread his hands, revealing a divine register edict drawn with cinnabar.

"Demons retreat, dispel ghosts and subdue demons order!"

A golden light struck over, and the blood wolf ghost was instantly beaten away by the golden light. The resentful demon ghost had no power to fight back at all.

Qian Chen's face, however, underwent a subtle change. This time it wasn't pretended, but he was also moved under his disguise.

It was from that golden light that he sensed the purest divine power... This was the divine power aura of one of the top righteous gods in the Jade Emperor's Heavenly Court—the Mysterious Heaven Great Emperor.

This Mysterious Heaven God, also known as the Northern True Martial Demon-Subduing Great Emperor in the Central Lands, was the most jealous of evil, known for saving all living beings in the final kalpa, breaking all magic and evil sects, and being a Heavenly Emperor who would not fall into the demonic path if one took refuge in the Mysterious Heaven.

This could be considered to have solved one of Qian Chen's doubts: who was the black hand behind the demon who entered the abyss five thousand years ago, saw the blood sea, and realized the great secret of the Demon Path, becoming the Blood Demon? It went without saying. But Qian Chen didn't believe that the righteous cultivators of this world could destroy the Blood Demon without someone's support behind them. This could be seen a little bit.

With the temperament of this True Martial Demon-Subduing Great Emperor, seeing the Nine Heavens invading and the blood sea causing evil, he would naturally not sit idly by.

"This person is known as a Western Kunlun Daoist... he made me think that the old master of the Jade Void Palace had made a move!" Qian Chen slandered in his heart: "You are a disciple of the True Martial Sect, why call yourself the Western Kunlun Sect? Wouldn't the Mysterious Tiangong or the Wudang Sect be better? You made me mistakenly think that you were a fellow Daoist of the Three Purities, and I was worried about exposing my identity when confronting Miaokong, attracting people from the Supreme Dao..."

That swordsman-dressed reincarnator died on the spot... but Zhichiu the Daoist was very self-blaming.

"My Daoist arts can only deal with demons and ghosts. Those wolf demons have flesh and blood protection. If they don't come out and fight to the death, I can't do anything about them. Fellow Daoists, come closer to me, I will draw a Jin Guang Evil-Dispelling Curse for everyone... to prevent the wolf demons from using blood to escape and fight to the death."

"No need!" The white-clothed scholar pressed the soft bag at his waist: "Yan has his own sword arts to protect himself!"

"No need..." Qian Chen said coldly: "I also have my own way of dealing with it."

Fortunately, Qian Chen still remembered his cold persona, so he held back his urge to explain, only coldly glancing at the reincarnator's corpse and saying: "And, he might not be dead! You'd better take care of yourself!"

"This black wolf is just a guard, not the head wolf..."

"Head wolf!" Zhichiu was slightly stunned.

But he had no time to think carefully. The group of wolves outside the main hall saw that the sneak attack failed and rushed in like a tide. The wolf demons were not beasts without cooperation, but were elite groups of several, with close cooperation and even tactics. Often several launched attacks together, and the other wolves did not rush up, but gave space for the attacking wolves to move.

And they replenished battle losses at any time, and would even suddenly launch attacks at unexpected times. That kind of mastery of the rhythm of the attack and the strong sense of oppression were hard to describe.

Zhichiu, the Yan-surnamed scholar, and Qian Chen had already stood together.

Zhichiu even pulled the reincarnator's corpse over to prevent it from being torn apart by the wolf pack in revenge.

Qian Chen raised the Seven Malevolence Banners, and the malevolence surged like giant pythons. Wherever it went, the wolf pack's formation was in chaos. The Seven Emotions Confusing Demons contained in the malevolence caused many demon wolves in the wolf pack to go mad and tear at their companions. The damage range caused by Qian Chen's Seven Malevolence Banners was very large, and it effectively disrupted the wolf pack's attack rhythm.

But facing this situation, a high-pitched wolf howl came from afar, and the wolf pack's formation changed. From the original dense charge, it scattered into skirmish lines of three or five, actually launching interspersed attacks in a decent way.

Seeing this, Qian Chen couldn't help but sigh. No wonder humans in this world had almost no power to fight back against the wolf pack. It turned out that the wolf demons' technical and tactical skills were already close to the World War II era of his previous life, and they even used the classic infantry three-three squad tactics.

The wolf pack usually operated in small groups of three or five, so this kind of three-three cooperation was not unfamiliar at all.

In addition, after the battle line was dispersed, Qian Chen's malevolence could not achieve large-scale killing... The sword light in the Yan-surnamed scholar's soft bag finally escaped, which was a flying sword pill. The spiritual light flowed, and the sword pill brought up a large piece of brilliant silver light, opening a blood hole in the top of a demon wolf that had broken through Qian Chen's Seven Malevolence Banners.

The demon wolf didn't make a sound and was already dead.

The Yan-surnamed scholar turned to Zhichiu the Daoist and said: "The demon wolves coming over are blocked by Yan, so you don't need to make a move for the time being. Go and help that fellow Daoist block the wolf pack from coming up!"

Zhichiu nodded hurriedly: "Understood!"

He silently recited the true words, and dozens of paper men and paper horses suddenly jumped out of the wooden box on his back, written with talisman texts in cinnabar divine register, holding small talisman soldiers, shouting "Ya Ya", and killing the wolf demons with miniature weapons. He also reached out and sprinkled a handful of talisman beans, which all turned into little people when they landed, covering the talisman soldiers to kill.

This art of scattering beans into soldiers, like the Huang Jin Warriors Qian Chen used before, were all Daoist soldiers of the Daoist sect.

It was just that Qian Chen's Huang Jin Warriors could only do some heavy work. After all, there was no spiritual consciousness in them, and they were insufficient in response during the fight. They might be able to deal with mortal armies, but they were completely useless against cultivators or this group of demons.

Only like Zhichiu, using talisman books as the body of the Daoist soldiers and inviting the spiritual consciousness of the heavenly soldiers from the Mysterious Tiangong in the Heavenly Realm with divine registers, could the paper men and paper horses become real Daoist soldiers.

Many heavenly soldiers and generals under the Heavenly Emperor had not very strong cultivation. They were just selected believers from the elite soldiers and generals in the mortal world of the lower realm and promoted to heavenly soldiers. Many cultivators were at a loss without high magic power. Even if they could only hold a toothpick, they could stab into the enemy's eyeballs. They were born fighting seeds.

Like this True Martial Great Emperor who was responsible for subduing the infinite demons and evil things in the Nine Heavens and Blood Sea of the myriad worlds, he didn't know how many such heavenly soldiers and generals he had. Daoists like Zhichiu, and even other Daoists who wanted to subdue demons and eliminate monsters, only needed to write divine registers to invite the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Mysterious Tiangong, scattering beans into soldiers, cutting paper into generals, and exerting dozens of times the lethality of their own magic power.

Those little talisman people roared, "Ya Ya Ya", some soft and cute, but the miniature paper guns in their hands stabbed out like toothpicks as they jumped, actually instantly piercing the chest of a demon wolf in front, carrying its body, which was a hundred times larger than the paper man, and nailing it to the ground.

Those dozens of paper men, in groups of three or five, only made one move, and often could kill a demon wolf.

The thousands of bean people scattered into soldiers only had slightly greater strength than ordinary people, but they tried their best to cover the paper men hidden among them, making it difficult for the demon wolves to distinguish their positions.

In the malevolence, dozens of paper men and paper horses, cooperating with thousands of bean people, killed the wolf pack with heavy casualties. ===== CHAPTER 83 =====