Chapter 2820 The Lingguan Statue Turns Into a War Puppet, Su Shier Is Helpless

Su Twelve's idea was very clear. Ling Yueshang could suppress the burly demon cultivator by fighting alone.

As long as he could drag the demon cultivator back into the battle, even if the Ancient Sword Shadow was broken by the tiger shadow of the burly demon cultivator.

With Ling Yueshang's cultivation strength, even if he took a move from the opponent, it would not be a big deal.

In this way, the crisis Ling Yueshang was facing at the moment could be easily solved.

At the same time, he took advantage of the female demon cultivator in front of him to attack Ling Yueshang.

Whether the opponent continued to attack Ling Yueshang or chose to change his moves, he would undoubtedly lose the initiative.

Using the secret method of space, Su Twelve's purpose was not just to use the power of space to avoid the attack of the demon cultivator.

The purpose was to divert the attention of the demon cultivator and take the opportunity to attack.

After all, his cultivation strength was not as good as the opponent's. If he didn't have other means, he would have died in a head-on confrontation.

The sword gestures in his hands kept changing, and Su Twelve's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his sharp eyes were always fixed on the demon cultivator not far away.

"Good guy, you are waiting for me here!"

"The timing is very accurate. If I hadn't come to this ancient ruins, I would have suffered a great loss at your hands."

"Unfortunately... it's not so easy to sneak attack me!"

Feeling the dragon breath wrapped in the incomparable sword intent sweeping over, the demon cultivator's face instinctively sank.

How could he not know the intention of Su Twelve's move.

The incomparable sword intent made her feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Even among the cultivators of the same realm, few people could make her feel this way.

But after these few moves, she also had a clear judgment of Su Twelve's strength.

Knowing that the opponent in front of him might not be good at cultivation, but his strength and magic should not be underestimated.

While speaking, two hesitant glances flashed quickly in his eyes.

The next moment, it seemed that he had made up his mind.

With a wave of his white hand, a stream of light flew out from the thin gauze sleeves of his sleeves.

The stream of light flew out and rose in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a statue of a god about ten feet tall, with a red face and beard, wearing golden armor and red robes, like a clay sculpture or a cast of iron and stone.

The three eyes of the statue were glaring, and there was a half piece of faded talisman paper left between the eyebrows, which read: Loyal and good, all demons are afraid!

His feet were stepping on the wind and fire wheels, his left hand held a golden seal, and his right hand held a golden whip.

Even though it was just a lifeless statue, it still exuded a mighty and brave aura from a distance, which made people unconsciously feel afraid.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this suddenly appearing statue, Su Twelve's pupils shrank.

The first thing he thought of was the place where there should have been a new mark and fracture left when he passed by the Lingguan Temple just now.

Obviously, the statue in front of him was the Lingguan statue in the Lingguan Temple before.

At this time, the demon cultivator did not change his tactics, nor did he use other magic, but only sacrificed the Lingguan statue.

In an instant, Su Twelve had a bad premonition.

Just looking at the statue in the air, Su Twelve felt a great power of justice and vastness.

In addition, from this breath, Su Twelve felt a trace of the unique breath of puppets.

"No wonder this demon cultivator took this statue away. This statue is actually a kind of puppet?"

The thought flashed through Su Twelve's heart.

The statue came from the ruins of the ancient gods, and was sacrificed by the demon cultivator at this time. Even if it has not been activated, he has already felt invisible pressure.

And without waiting for Su Twelve to make any extra moves.

But the demon cultivator waved his palm again, and a ball of amazing demon energy swept out, hitting the statue in the air.

The next moment, a ball of green phosphorus fire jumped out from under the feet of the statue.

The fire flickered, and the statue trembled.

The remaining Taoist prohibitions on it circulated abundant Taoist energy, which violently collided with the demon energy bursting from the demon cultivator's blood.

After all, the Lingguan statue was a Taoist temple and Taoist, and was often influenced by the Taoist spirit.

At this moment, the remaining abundant Taoist energy was stimulated by the demon energy, and the first reaction was to fight against the demon energy.

The demon cultivator had obviously expected such a change in the statue.

With a pair of beautiful eyes, she suddenly bit her tongue and spurted out a mouthful of red blood.

The blood turned into a bloody mist, instantly covering the entire statue.

With the blessing of the demon cultivator's blood, the demon energy on the surface of the statue increased greatly.

The abundant Taoist energy flowing in the statue was immediately engulfed by the demon energy.

The demon energy and Taoist energy mixed together, making the whole statue more bizarre.

The next moment, the statue's three eyes opened wide, and the golden whip in his hand suddenly burst into lightning, as if it had come alive all of a sudden.

The golden whip swung, and the whip shadow was like a dragon.

Thunder and fire intertwined, and the poisonous fog unique to the demon cultivators and demon essence rolled.

Wherever the thunder and fire passed, the ground of the Taoist temple cracked inch by inch.

After the earth and the breath passed, charred lotus flowers bloomed in the air.

The lotus slowly rotated, and the lotus heart sat on a series of illusory pious believers who bowed down in worship.

The illusion just appeared, and was swallowed up by the demon spirit and evil spirit in the blink of an eye.

In a blink of an eye, the power of thunder and fire met the sword moves urged by Su Twelve.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, Yunlong spewed out dragon breath, and the unparalleled sword intent mixed in it.

Under the impact of this thunder and fire power, most of it was eliminated.

The statue of the spiritual official turned into a fighting puppet, bearing the offensive of Su Twelve's sword moves.

The snake-scale sword energy urged by the demon cultivator did not decrease in the slightest, and continued to force Ling Yueshang to death.

On the other hand, Ling Yueshang at this moment.

When he saw Su Shier appear and attack, he decisively urged the three flying swords and focused his attention on the other burly demon cultivator.

The demon cultivators could see Su Shier's calculations, and she naturally understood it at a glance.

Such an action may be suspected of using me.

But if this can take the opportunity to severely injure another demon cultivator, it may not be a bad result.

However, before Su's 12 sword moves fell, another demon cultivator suddenly activated a spiritual official statue, transforming it into a combat puppet comparable to a cultivator in the Spiritual Division Stage.

This method was beyond her expectations.

Feeling the snake-scale sword energy continue to sweep over, Ling Yueshang's face instantly turned pale and bloodless.

If she was hit by the attack of this demon cultivator, she would be seriously injured if not dead.

However, things have come to this point.

Changing her moves now will not only fail to change the defeat, but will only make the situation worse.

A dim look flashed in her eyes, and Ling Yueshang still urged three flying swords to face the huge tiger claws of the burly cultivator.

Originally, she was full of fighting spirit, but now she lost all her fighting spirit!

Once she was injured, these two demon cultivators would definitely take advantage of the situation to make another killing move.

Regardless of whether he could withstand the attacks of the two demon cultivators, he had to find a way to escape if he wanted to survive.

This time, his help would inevitably end in vain!

On Yunlong's back, Su Twelve's face was also not very good.

How could he not see Ling Yueshang's current situation.

"Alas... helpless!"

With a helpless sigh, Su Twelve frowned slightly, with a bitter and helpless expression on his face.

He knew in his heart that if Ling Yueshang was injured, whether he stayed or left, his situation would only get worse.

Now, it was no longer a question of whether he could help Mo Huaikong.

How to survive the magic tricks of these two demon cultivators was the biggest problem in front of him.