Chapter 603: Paper Man ArmyWhite Paper Fairy City.

South of the city.

Paper man giant, secret formation space.

Ning Zhuo sat cross-legged in mid-air, holding the Qianmo Treasure Lamp in both hands, and had already refined it by 80%.

In the corner, Wen Runyu's portrait clone was closely watching Ning Zhuo, and would react if the latter made any move to escape with the treasure.

At this moment, Ning Zhuo closed his eyes slightly. He looked quite calm on the surface, but there was a huge wave of turmoil in his heart!This is because he used the 80% connection of the Qianmo lights to peek into the scenes of the underworld.

In a dark cave, large groups of paper soldiers were closely arranged. Their armor, as thin as a cicada's wing, rustled in the cold wind, and each piece of armor was decorated with stars painted in cinnabar.

Their faces all looked like they were made up, with eyebrows slanting into their temples, and blushed cheeks that looked like old bloodstains. Their lips were drawn very thinly, pursed into a thin slit.

In the front row were large groups of Paper Bull Cavalry.

The paper cavalrymen were holding paper spears that were 10 feet long, and all of them were tall and strong.

The hooves of the paper cows were covered with silver horseshoes made of tinfoil. The eye sockets of the animals were inlaid with glass beads, which glowed dimly in the cold wind. The wrinkles on the cows' necks still had traces of bamboo strips.

When the cold wind blew across the cow's back, the paper skin began to ripple, revealing the locust wood frame inside, with lines of soul-binding talismans on it.

After the cavalry, come the pawns with spears and shields.

These paper soldiers are the largest in number, and each of them is equipped with a talisman paper spear and a talisman paper large shield.

Behind the spear and shield pawns were eight hundred paper puppets holding crossbows. Paper arrows were mounted on the taut cow tendon strings of the crossbows. The arrowheads were dipped in corpse wax, and the feathers at the tails were fragments of paper banners from graves.

In the center, there were thirty-six chariots with four horses. Three paper gods sat cross-legged on the shafts, all with three heads and six arms, each holding a cloud gong, a wind flag, and a rain banner. The copper bells hanging from the four corners of the chariot canopy were wrapped in white linen and were silent.

In the very center of the chariot encirclement, the central army flag was erected.

The 99-foot-long plain silk banner fluttered in the wind. The flag had no dragons or tigers embroidered on it, but was instead covered with incantations for the afterlife cut out of gold foil. The top of the flagpole was not a spear head, but a paper soul-guiding banner. At the tail of the seven-layer banner, tens of thousands of paper coins formed tassels, and each copper coin had a red thread as thick as a hair threaded through the square hole.

And under the war flag, stood proudly a paper-man-like marshal.

He carried three battle flags on his back, his hands were empty, and he had no weapons. He was wearing bright colored paper armor, and his eyes were dark, as if he was not opening them, or was pretending to be asleep, waiting for the order to start the conquest!This is a paper army of thousands of people, with cavalry, chariots, powerful crossbows, brave soldiers, and a great general in the center!

Ning Zhuo was moved not only by the variety of military forces, but also by their appearance. They were like a forest of swords and spears, with armors and armors everywhere, and tiger soldiers gathering like clouds.

"My mother actually buried an army of paper figures in the underworld!"

Although it was the first time that Ning Zhuo had seen such an army, his experience in the Two Zhu Countries, combined with his connection with Qianmo Deng, made him know that this paper army was extremely elite and far superior to his own mechanical army and the Three Generals Camp, and could be compared to the Red Flower Camp.

"This is a bit too big. If I were to use this army at the right time, I could potentially overturn the situation in the city."

"Oh, I almost forgot, I have lost my military service."

Not long after Ning Zhuo left Liangzhu Kingdom, he discovered that his military advisor seal and other items had become invalid.

Although it was within his expectations, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he discovered it.

The shocking discovery made Ning Zhuo more confused: "Although the White Paper Fairy City has a city guard, it has no organization. Although the army created is powerful, without an organization, how can there be a military strategy and how can the army's true power be brought into play?"

After talking with the clone of the Lord of Baizhi City, Ning Zhuo knew many things about Baizhi Fairy City.

Although the city guards of Baizhixian City are powerful, they are not an army and do not enjoy the convenience of organization.

Therefore, they fought relying on the Baizhi Xiancheng's city defense formation to carry out defensive battles, struggling to resist the repeated attacks of ghost waves, and had no ability to fight back.

It is not easy to build an army.

Even the White Paper Fairy City, a dominant city entrenched in the Dark Tide Black Swamp Wetlands that has access to the most resources, has not been able to do so so far.

Now the problem is, without a military organization, this paper army has no way to exert its true strength. It is not an exaggeration to even say that it is just for show.

"besides?!"

The next discovery made Ning Zhuo even more surprised and suspicious.

It turns out that there is not just one such paper army. In the hidden corners of the underworld, some are underground, some are in the valleys, there are armies of paper men hidden everywhere.

The appearance of these armies is similar and their numbers are basically the same.

"This shouldn't be my mother's arrangement." Ning Zhuo had a new judgment.

"Although my mother is a true disciple of a super sect and has reached the Golden Core level, she does not have the financial resources to support such a large undertaking."

Although Ning Zhuo is a layman in this area, he does have a general judgment.

Let’s put it this way, with his current strong financial resources, it would be quite difficult for him to build even one tenth of a paper army!Normally, the lifetime financial resources of a Nascent Soul cultivator is far from enough.

According to Ning Zhuo's observation, every general in the paper-zha army, once activated, will have the combat power of the Nascent Soul level!

Ning Zhuo has discovered four armies so far.

As he continues to refine and deepen his connection with the Qianmo Lantern, perhaps more armies will appear later.

His guess soon came true.

When Ning Zhuo completely refined the Qianmo Lantern, he found a total of seven paper army, the last of which was only half the size.

"Hmm?" Ning Zhuo observed carefully and found that in the seventh army, the soldiers were accumulating.

The bamboo skeleton had been built, and a pale talisman paper appeared out of thin air, floating on the bamboo skeleton. The mark of the talisman appeared on the paper, very slowly. At this speed, it would take half a day to draw a single talisman.

It was as if an invisible hand was silently making paper-cuts.

Although the whole process is slow, it reveals a sense of firmness and forbearance.

Ning Zhuo calmed down, and after a careful understanding, he was shocked again: "This is the power of the White Paper Immortal City itself!"

It is this fairy city in the underworld that silently weaves an army of paper men.

At this rate, it would take at least several decades to build such an army.

Seven paper armies...

This is the result of years of silent accumulation!"So, who built the White Paper Immortal City in the first place? What was his purpose?"

Ning Zhuo discovered the core secret of Baizhi Immortal City!

"Does the current Lord of White Paper City know this secret?"

Ning Zhuo thought about it and felt that the possibility was not high.

the reason is simple.

When his mother came to Baizhi Immortal City, the city was almost destroyed in the ghost tide. If the Lord of Baizhi City knew that there was such a trump card, how could he ask for help from the Wanxiang Sect?

Do you really think that this kind of help comes at no cost?

Look at Wen Runyu now. As the representative of the Wanxiang Sect, hasn’t he been stationed in this city? Isn’t he a high-ranking official of the Baizhi Immortal City?It is conceivable that every year Baizhi Xiancheng will transfer a large amount of income to Wanxiang Sect.

And here, it’s not just the Wanxiang Sect.

There are also demon sects like the Soul Devouring Sect, which have also set up a branch. Otherwise, Ning Zhuo would not have been acting under the identity of Jiao Ma until now. "After my mother made the arrangements here, did she inform the Lord of Baizhi City?"

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but frown even more tightly.

This situation is much more complicated.

Because to consider this issue, we have to consider Meng Yaoyin's true position.

"Mother is kind and tolerant. She risked her life to protect the city. She is a role model of the righteous path. But she is also the Jindan True Disciple of the Wanxiang Sect. What is her relationship with the Wanxiang Sect?"

If Meng Yaoyin had reported the matter directly to the sect at the beginning, it would have been easier to judge.

The key point is that Meng Yaoyin would rather report to the sect that she had lost the palace lantern and failed in the Feiyun Conference, but she insisted on covering up the matter. Why?Full of doubts!

Ning Zhuo was confused for a moment, which prompted Sun Lingtong to ask with concern: "Xiao Zhuo, are you having trouble refining? I have the art of stealing, so I might be able to help you think of a solution."

Ning Zhuo shook his head and told the details.

Sun Lingtong was pleasantly surprised at first: "This Qianmo Lantern is a magical weapon, and you can refine it so quickly. I thought it would take at least three days and three nights."

Ning Zhuo realized later: "The mechanical creation is not a single entity, and the difficulty of refining it is always much easier than that of ordinary magic weapons."

"But even so, I am indeed very fast at refining!"

"Perhaps, I have my mother's blood flowing in my body, so there is this reason?"

Sun Lingtong: "This is not our current focus."

"Xiaozhuo, you are so lucky to have such a great discovery!"

"Can you see if you can extract these paper army and hide them on ourselves?"

Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head: "It's harder than climbing to the sky!"

The paper man army is the work of the White Paper Fairy City itself. To steal it back, one must mobilize the White Paper Fairy City's own restrictions, and also overcome the real obstacles of being separated by Yin and Yang.

Even if Ning Zhuo refined the Qianmo Lantern, he could only sense it but not steal it.

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity." Sun Lingtong lamented while holding his head in his arms while swimming in the dragon.

This feeling was too uncomfortable for him. It was like walking into a treasure mountain but coming back empty-handed!

"No, no!"

"I just don't believe it. Xiaozhu!"

Sun Lingtong's temper surged up, and he called out: "Besides feeling these armies, is there no other way to influence them?"

"That's not the case..." Ning Zhuo hesitated.

Sun Lingtong knew Ning Zhuo very well. Her eyes immediately lit up and she snorted angrily: "I told you, your mother is powerful, even better than my master. How could she only have such a simple arrangement?"

"Hurry up and tell me, don't hide it from me anymore!"

Ning Zhuo said, "After I completely refine the Qianmo Lamp, I can use it to escape from my soul and directly infuse it into a paper figure to activate it. Boss, you..."

Sun Lingtong waved his hand, interrupting Ning Zhuo's words, then raised his head and laughed: "I want to go!"

Just as Sun Lingtong understands Ning Zhuo, Ning Zhuo also knows Sun Lingtong inside and out.

The reason why Ning Zhuo concealed the truth was that he was worried that Sun Lingtong would lose his temper and take risks again.

Ning Zhuo naturally would not lie to Sun Lingtong, but he could keep it secret.

Now, Sun Lingtong had discovered this, and just as Ning Zhuo had thought, he was too unwilling to give in and was determined to take the risk, and no one could stop him.

"Boss, this situation is not like before."

"If you were imprisoned in Huoshixiancheng, I could still make arrangements to get you out. But now your soul is going to the underworld. If you are imprisoned, I will be helpless."

Sun Lingtong was reminded by Ning Zhuo and laughed: "Xiao Zhuo, you know me well. If I don't go this time, I will be very anxious."

He tried hard to persuade him, first saying that Ning Zhuo's mechanical ring did not give any warning, then saying that his life was hanging by Ning Zhuo's, and even if he fell, Ning Zhuo would be able to rescue him in the future when he became stronger. He also said that if they could steal a paper general, wouldn't they have the combat power of the Nascent Soul level?

"Let me ask you, aren't you curious about the layout of the White Paper Fairy City?"

"How can you know more secrets if you just watch from the living world without exploring?"

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness of this matter. I have a strong feeling that this trip will definitely yield great results!"

Ning Zhuo wanted to roll his eyes: "Boss, you always say that."

He stroked the mechanical ring, and seeing that it still did not respond, he had no choice but to let it go: "Whatever, whatever."

"I'll take you down secretly."

"Let's agree on a time. When the time comes, you come back. Don't waste time, or I will come to rescue you myself."

What can I say? We are brothers and have lived back to back in Huoshi Xiancheng for so many years. What else can we do?

However, when Sun Lingtong heard Ning Zhuo say that he would save him, his face suddenly became serious. He had no doubt about Ning Zhuo's determination and knew that the other party would definitely risk his life and leave his body to come to the underworld to save him.

Sun Lingtong did not hesitate to protect Ning Zhuo, and immediately reminded himself to be cautious this time and not to implicate his good brother.

"Seven armies represent seven directions. Boss, where are you going?"

Sun Lingtong said without hesitation: "The farthest, the farthest."

The army farthest away, the seventh, is not yet complete.

Ning Zhuo continued to pretend to refine the Qianmo Lantern, but he secretly sent Sun Lingtong's soul to the underworld.

Sun Lingtong's soul left her body and was immediately teleported.

The feeling of teleportation was very uncomfortable, he felt as if he was rolled into a ball and stuffed into a tunnel, rolling and sliding down, bumping into things and eating dirt in the process.

Sun Lingtong's soul appeared out of thin air and fell onto the Yin Earth.

He still looks like a little boy.

“Puh, puh, puh!” Sun Lingtong stood up and patted himself to get rid of the earthy air on his body.

"Boss, can you hear me?" Ning Zhuo secretly used his supernatural power to save the life of the man, and then used the palace lantern to send out his divine thoughts.

Sun Lingtong's soul chuckled and immediately replied secretly: "Good brother, I can hear you, I can hear you!"

"Look at how your boss, I, can become a Nascent Soul General!"

As he spoke, he excitedly ran into the army of paper figures and headed straight for the center.

The paper soldiers stood still quietly, as if expecting some kind of change.

(End of this chapter)