Without saying a word, Wu Zhi kicked out the wood with a "Bang!" and kicked the wood away.
Hit the wall hard.
The joints connecting the wooden puppet's arms and legs fell apart with a few "clicks" and quickly fell apart.
Bai Qianqian, who had just been frightened by the weird atmosphere in front of her, felt a little relieved when she saw that Wu Zhi could be kicked to pieces with just one kick.
She said: "Isn't it just a pile of broken wood? It can be solved easily."
As the old saying goes, "Good things don't work, bad things work", especially in such a strange atmosphere.
As soon as Bai Qianqian finished speaking, the wooden puppet that had fallen apart actually clicked and was put back together again!
Then, the wood stood up again crookedly.
This time it turned its attention to Bai Qianqian, with a strange and sinister smile on its face!
The wooden puppets on the left and right rushed towards Wu Zhi and others one by one.
Lin Daojiu hurriedly threw the talisman paper in his hand out with a "swish" sound.
Any wooden puppet stuck by the talisman was immediately immobilized and stood still, maintaining the posture of pounce.
But there were always a few puppets that avoided the talisman, and one of them took the lead and pounced on Ma Qingshan, who was following from behind.
Although Ma Qingshan is a disciple of the Ma family, he doesn't see many such scenes.
He was frightened in his heart, and in panic, he quickly raised his body and raised his fists.
"Bang!"
Ma Qingshan broke the wooden puppet's right hand with one punch.
Wu Zhi turned around and looked, and he found that in the space filled with evil spirit, the golden runes on Ma Qingshan's brow became extremely clear.
Moreover, his fist seemed to be covered by some kind of faint golden light.
Although the puppet's arm that was broken by the fist fell to the ground, there were several threads thinner than hair between it and the puppet's body.
The arm suddenly flew up from the ground with a "whoosh" and was reattached to the wooden puppet's body.
Although it was not a perfect fit, the wooden puppet once again used its hands and feet to pounce on Ma Qingshan.
Ma Qingshan punched "bang bang bang!" and tore the wooden puppet into eight pieces!
However, the puppet quickly merged into one body under the gaze of everyone.
This kind of thing that cannot be beaten to death or broken by hammer can easily bring a strong sense of fear to people's psychology.
So when the wooden puppet pounced on Ma Qingshan again, he did not wave his fist, but retreated.
Lin Daojiu quickly shouted to Ma Qingshan: "Don't retreat, keep fighting!"
"You are a member of the Ma family, how can you be afraid of such a thing!?"
Although he said that, Ma Qingshan couldn't muster the slightest resistance at the moment.
Seeing the wood rushing towards him, the distance between it and him was getting closer and closer. At the critical moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the wooden puppet's neck!
Wu Zhi pulled it directly to his eyes, then reached out with his left hand and grabbed the puppet's head.
"Click! Click!" With a few strokes, the monster's frightening head was torn off.
Wu Zhi slammed the puppet's head against the wall next to him.
The wind roared in the palm of my hand, and the energy rolled around, and I slapped the head in the air.
With a "Bang!" sound, his head suddenly exploded.
Among the broken wood chips, a blood-red pearl the size of a fingernail fell out.
Lin Daojiu saw it and immediately said: "Demon Blood Pearl!?"
"I see, no wonder these puppets are so difficult to defeat!"
"These fox demons actually got the very precious demon blood pearls from the East China Sea sharks!"
After knowing the secrets of these puppets, it became much easier for Lin Daojiu to do anything.
The talisman papers flew out with a "swish", one after another, and were attached to the top of the puppet's head.
Lin Daojiu muttered words, and the orange talisman paper began to flash with light.
Then, a "bang bang bang" sound was heard, and each puppet's head exploded like firecrackers.
The blood-red pearls stored inside also fell to the ground with a "clinking" sound.
Wu Zhi used his dragon claw hand to collect all these pearls between his palms.
These wooden puppets lost the energy supplied by the blood-red pearls, and began to fall apart with a "clanging sound" and fell to the ground.
When everyone saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Zhi habitually handed these dirty things to Lin Daojiu.
As a result, Lin Daojiu, an old Taoist priest, was startled and quickly took two steps back.
