The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 203: What's wrong with beating up your senior brother with a fighter jet? If you're new to it, practice more!

"you dare!"

Zhu Wuyou looked coldly in the direction of the sedan chair and clenched the Red Moon Bow in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to be so cruel as to harm your fellow disciples. I will never let Xiaowu die in vain! Today, I, Zhu Wuyou, will clean up the mess for Master!"

Whoosh-!
Zhu Wuyou's six spiritual arrows flew out and attacked the white gauze sedan chair from three directions.

"Be bold!"

The women's scolding voices were heard in the air.

The women in white dresses, who looked like fairies, raised their hands together to cast a spell, and a holy white light appeared near the sedan chair, directly blocking the fire arrows!

Yan Zhe's nonchalant voice came from the sedan chair, "Second Senior Sister, don't forget where this is, take care of your own safety and that of Junior Sister first.

You broke the rules, and I won't let you off just because of our past friendship."

Suddenly, a light green spiritual power burst out from the sedan and landed on Song Mang's forehead.

“What a pity that such a pretty girl has to be skinned and made into a pig.

Since you are the disciple of my useless master, I will tie a pink butterfly for you and give it to you as a beautiful sacrifice tomorrow. How about that? Isn't that nice of you?"

"..."

Song Mang felt something coming out from the "甸" character on the back of her neck and moving continuously under her skin.

She couldn't help but frown.

Song Mang thought about it, then took out a paper rocket launcher and handed it to Zhu Wuyou, "Second Senior Sister, this is useful."

"What's this?"

"Paper weapons."

Zhu Wuyou discovered that this was a paper weapon and naturally knew how to use it, but he was a little surprised by the style.

Bazooka?!

She is a cultivator and has never used this kind of thermal weapon. She has only seen it on TV!

It looked quite powerful on TV, but could this paper version be that powerful?

Although she was a little confused, when Song Mang burned the paper rocket launcher and handed it to her, Zhu Wuyou took it immediately.

Song Mang said to her, "You know how to use a rocket launcher, right? Just fire it like a normal rocket launcher!"

"I guess so?"

After Zhu Wuyou finished speaking, he noticed a faint green light behind Song Mang's neck.

"The forbidden technique in your body has taken effect!"

Zhu Wuyou hurriedly came behind Song Mang and took a look, and saw that the skin around the "甸" character spell was cracked and some skin tissue fell off.

Zhu Wuyou took out a bottle of pills and handed them to Song Mang, "This is the Soul Gathering Pill, you should take it all quickly, and then use all your spiritual power to gather it around your neck to stop the power of the forbidden technique from spreading further.

Otherwise, it won’t be long before all your skin falls off and you bleed to death!”

After Zhu Wuyou finished speaking, before Song Mang could take the pill, she picked up a rocket launcher and fired at the white gauze sedan chair.

"Yanzhe, you are a scum who harms your fellow disciples. I will fight you to the death!"

Yan Zhe was sitting in the sedan chair and saw their behavior, but he didn't take it to heart.

He chuckled and said, "Second Senior Sister, have you forgotten what my ancestors did?

Burning these paper weapons in front of me is nothing but a waste of time."

As soon as the words fell, the women in white beside the sedan once again made hand gestures and cast spells to resist the attack.

boom--!
A powerful energy wave hit.

The enchantments cast by the women in white instantly dissipated, and the figures of the ethereal women changed, turning into paper figures. Boom!
boom--!
The rocket launcher shell hit the sedan directly, causing a violent explosion in the air. The aftermath of the explosion instantly burned the paper people in the air.

The white gauze sedan chair revealed its true form. It turned out to be a transparent sedan chair made of burned paper!

"This is……!"

Yan Zhe lost his composure in an instant, and suddenly got out from the swaying sedan. With a gloomy face, he waved out a spiritual power barrier to resist the shock of the explosion.

Yan Zhe looked down at Zhu Wuyou's position, only to find that Song Mang had disappeared at some point.

"Where's that little girl?"

Yan Zhe gritted his teeth and said, "Why does this little girl have the paper figurines made by my grandfather!"

Before the strange thing happened, the Yan family was brutally wiped out. When he rushed home, he saw only corpses all over the floor. All the paper figurines and ghost money in the house and the shop were gone!

Zhu Wuyou sneered and said, "Didn't you say that using paper weapons in front of you is just a show of skill? How come it can't even block a shot from this rocket launcher?"

"Second Senior Sister, you know very well that my grandfather is an expert at making paper figurines. If he were still alive, the paper figurines he made would be comparable to the magical artifacts of the underworld!

This paper rocket launcher was carefully developed by my grandfather during his lifetime, so it is naturally very powerful now! "

Yan Zhe's eyes became more sinister, "If my family hadn't died tragically before the end of the world, I wouldn't be hiding now!"

"But this is not a reason for you to kill Xiaowu!"

Zhu Wuyou looked at him without any fluctuations in his expression, "Yan Zhe, you have gone crazy in pursuit of revenge! Come back to Tianshi Mansion with me to accept punishment, otherwise there will be no turning back!"

Yan Zhe stared at Zhu Wuyou's direction, his eyes slightly reddened, "There's no turning back for me!

Ask that little girl to come out and tell me why she has the paper figurines from my house!"

Zhu Wuyou paused for a moment before saying, "Isn't she right next to you?"

"what?!"

Yan Zhe quickly turned his head to look.

Then he saw a translucent fighter plane driving silently from behind the sedan.

Suddenly, the fighter plane turned into a shadow and hit him directly, knocking him away.

boom--!
The paper sedan chair next to Yan Zhe was also torn to pieces and turned into fragments of light and dissipated.

Yan Zhe fell from the air.

He quickly steadied himself and flew into the air on his sword.

But just as he stood on the sword, Song Mang drove a fighter jet and crashed into him again, knocking him away again.

"you……!"

This collision made Yan Zhe's face turn red and he yelled angrily, "You damn girl, get out of here! If you have the guts, don't hide in a paper weapon! This paper fighter of yours was made by my grandfather when he was alive!"

"What happened?"

Song Mang's voice came through the plane's radio, "What's wrong with what your grandfather made? I paid for it. Can't you make something as amazing as this?"

"...?"

Yan Zhe took a deep breath and said, "Who said I can't do it? Don't move, I'll burn a plane for myself too! My level is not inferior to my grandfather's at all!"

Seeing that Yan Zhe also burned a plane, Song Mang raised his eyebrows, without panicking at all, and reached out to press a button on the fighter.

The craftsmanship of the two paper-made children I just met looks very crude!
Can his plane be as useful as hers?

Song Mang's slow voice came, "Brother, you think too much. The gap between you and your grandfather is like a chasm. If you are new, just practice more!"

"...?"

No, what is she crazy about?
Looking for death?
Before Yan Zhe could react.

A groove suddenly opened up on the fighter plane, and something fell towards Yan Zhe.