Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 785: 260: One Battle, Three!

Chapter 785: Chapter 260: One Battle, Three!

“Little Zhuo!” Inside the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, Sun Lingtong was both shocked and delighted.

Although he had never met Meng Yaoyin, Ning Zhuo often wept silently while missing her, staring at his mother’s picture books, sometimes even sleeping with them as a child.

For someone so important to his brother, Sun Lingtong naturally knew what Meng Yaoyin looked like.

So, in an instant, Sun Lingtong recognized her, only slightly slower than Ning Zhuo.

He mobilized his Divine Sense to “look” at Ning Zhuo, but words got stuck in his throat, and his expression froze – it was the first time he had seen Ning Zhuo like this.

“Destroy, destroy, destroy!” The multi-mouth Ghost General spoke with all three mouths simultaneously, his green-black thigh muscles bulging, as he suddenly exerted force, trying to crush the paper figurine’s head.

But the head of the statue glimmered with radiance, not defenseless. For a moment, the multi-mouth Ghost General couldn’t succeed.

His face immediately showed anger, fists clenched, and he raised both arms high, fiercely smashing towards the statue’s head.

Clang—!

No sooner said than done.

A beam of golden light suddenly shot out, blindingly brilliant in an instant, causing all cultivators present to squint involuntarily.

Gold Element Technique — Mystic Gold Slash!

Gold Element Lung Temple!!

In the Qi Sea, a small portion of mana was consumed, unlike the previous great battle in Liangzhu Country; having consecutively ascended two small stages, Ning Zhuo’s mana reserve had grown considerably, sufficient to support high-consumption techniques like Mystic Gold Slash.

Fast! Too fast!

The Mystic Gold Slash was so quick that the multi-mouth Ghost General didn’t even react before being sliced in two.

Bisected!

His upper body fell to the ground while his lower body remained standing, foot on the statue’s head.

“Golden Core Level! Who is it?” Such formidable attacking power made Wen Ruanyu both shocked and pleased as he hurriedly turned back.

Even though his Divine Sense covered the battlefield and he already knew it was Ning Zhuo who had unleashed it.

But he couldn’t help but turn his head, looking at this seemingly ordinary yellow-faced young man.

“Are you Golden Core level? No, still Foundation Establishment.”

“Did you use some Forbidden Technique, or a talisman, or something?”

The multi-mouth Ghost General’s three mouths simultaneously gasped.

“Death, death, death!” he said while urging his Ghost Technique.

The severed lower body immediately transformed into a jet of dark green smoke, flying to his upper body, connecting and solidifying, once again resembling legs and feet.

The mirror Ghost General and butcher Ghost General exchanged glances, then simultaneously charged Ning Zhuo.

No matter if Ning Zhuo had used some Forbidden Technique or a rare talisman, he was a variable.

In Wen Ruanyu’s inability to swiftly take down the situation, removing the variable first became an instant consensus among the two Ghost Generals.

The Mystic Gold Slash was excessively threatening.

Even with full defense, the Ghost Generals had no confidence in completely repelling it.

In the subsequent confrontation with Wen Ruanyu, if Ning Zhuo unexpectedly released such a slash, who could endure it?

The three Ghost Generals were all Ghost Cultivators, their bodies different from living people, lacking conventional fatal weaknesses.

But even so, recovery like the multi-mouth Ghost Cultivator’s consumed foundation, at quite a high cost, couldn’t withstand such efforts repeatedly.

The mirror Ghost General and butcher Ghost General did not use Divine Sense transmission; only a glance at each other, they adopted the most correct tactics. This single action demonstrated their seasoned battle skills and rich fighting experience.

“Little Foundation Establishment, you dare interfere in our confrontation!”

“Die!”

In an instant, the two Ghost Generals charged, Yin Qi rampant, killing intent pervasive.

Compared to them, Ning Zhuo’s figure was small. After releasing the Mystic Gold Slash, he stood still as if petrified.

Wen Ruanyu’s heart immediately tightened: “Not good!”

He exerted full effort to intercept.

The mirror Ghost General suddenly flew into the sky, evading his interception. However, the butcher Ghost General, large and heavy, was entangled by Wen Ruanyu’s spell.

The butcher Ghost General suddenly looked up, glancing at the mirror Ghost General, whispering: “Switch.”

The two had fought side by side for years, having developed sufficient tacit understanding.

The mirror Ghost General immediately held up the mirror, facing it towards herself, letting the back face the butcher Ghost General.

In the next moment, she activated her Lifebound Magical Treasure, swapping positions with the butcher Ghost General.

The butcher Ghost General regained his freedom, roared, continued charging at Ning Zhuo.

While the mirror Ghost General fell into the position entangled by the spell, she avoided a direct confrontation with Ning Zhuo. If Ning Zhuo still had the ability to unleash a second Mystic Gold Slash, hitting the thick-skinned butcher Ghost General was far better than hitting her.

It was an excellent combat positioning choice.

Wen Ruanyu wanted to assist Ning Zhuo, but the mirror Ghost General turned back, trapping him.

“Run!” Wen Ruanyu urgently transmitted thoughts, attempting to shake Ning Zhuo from his stupor.

With the butcher Ghost General already only a dozen steps from Ning Zhuo, he couldn’t help but laugh wildly.

Wen Ruanyu exerted his full strength, his offensive suddenly strengthened.

His individual battle power naturally surpassed each Golden Core Ghost General. The mirror Ghost General couldn’t withstand, immediately shouted: “Multi-mouth, come help!”

“Death, death, death.” The multi-mouth Ghost General still remained in place, incessantly speaking.

The mirror Ghost General nearly cursed but suddenly showed a strange expression, for her Divine Sense covered the battlefield, she found that: although the multi-mouth Ghost General was recovering, he was still sitting.

He stared at Ning Zhuo in the distance, cold sweat breaking out all over his body, even trembling slightly, his face showing terror.

“Could it be when he says ‘death,’ he’s not saying the young one should die, but we are the ones who should die?” the mirror Ghost General fell into doubt.

She knew very well that among comrades, the multi-mouth Ghost General’s Spiritual Sense was the most sensitive, adept at sensing danger.

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