As long as you resurrect the holy beast, and then we take action together, we will definitely be able to get rid of Fang Yu!"
"This boy has become a formidable enemy of our Witch God Religion. Now is the perfect opportunity. We must get rid of him, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"
As Yuan Shaoqin spoke, the murderous aura in his body exploded.
"Understood, Bishop." The eight purple-robed men replied in unison and moved back at the same time.
Yuan Shaoqin looked at Fang Yu, and with a thought in his mind, he disappeared.
Fang Yu looked at the pile of monster corpses in front of him and frowned.
The air was filled with a thick fishy smell that was nauseating.
Fang Yu turned around and wanted to leave the place, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Yuan Shaoqin.
At this time, Yuan Shaoqin exuded strong murderous intent, and black energy surrounded his body.
"If you have time, I suggest you go back and bury your pet, and don't bother me." Fang Yu said lightly.
Yuan Shaoqin's face was gloomy, and his heart was burning with anger.
The Fang Yu in front of me is so arrogant!
How dare you call the sacred beast of the Witch God Cult a pet?
"Fang Yu. I said, you can't change the fate of death!"
As Yuan Shaoqin spoke, more and more black energy emitted from his body, threatening to cover the entire area.
"I don't like too dark an environment."
Fang Yu said and waved his hand forward.
"boom!"
A huge force blasted towards Yuan Shaoqin.
The black energy was immediately dispersed.
But Yuan Shaoqin has disappeared.
The next second, Yuan Shaoqin appeared behind Fang Yu, holding a sharp thorn with a cold light in his hand, and stabbed Fang Yu in the back.
But Fang Yu seemed to have expected it, turned around, grabbed the spike, and punched Yuan Shaoqin in the cheek.
"Snapped!"
The punch hit nothing.
Yuan Shaoqin's figure turned into a wisp of black air, floating in the air.
Then, every trace of black energy that dispersed slowly increased, condensing into a human shape in the air.
After the black energy dissipated, ten Yuan Shaoqin appeared around Fang Yu.
"W-what kind of magic is this!?"
The warriors in the distance were shocked when they saw this scene.
"It should be some kind of advanced movement technique, but being able to have ten incarnations appear at the same time... is too powerful." A martial arts master said.
"Look, these ten clones can also perform different actions. This is not just an illusion!" Another grandmaster exclaimed.
At this time, the ten Yuan Shaoqin who surrounded Fang Yu began to hold different seals in their hands, as if they wanted to use some kind of magic.
"boom!"
At this time, Fang Yu's body burst out with a wave of air, spreading in all directions.
The ten Yuan Shaoqin standing around were instantly blown away by this wave of air.
Ten Yuan Shaoqin all turned into black air and scattered in the air.
Then, one figure after another condensed again.
This time, a total of twenty Yuan Shaoqin appeared.
Fang Yu punched out again, destroying the twenty Yuan Shaoqin.
But the black energy dispersed again, and thirty more Yuan Shaoqin condensed!
Endless!
The warriors in the distance were all stunned at this time.
There is such a magical magic in this world!?
Mastering this technique, not to mention whether you can defeat the opponent, at least you can be invincible!
"This fellow Taoist must have consumed a lot of his energy when fighting that monster. Now facing Yuan Shaoqin's difficult technique, the situation may not be good." A martial master said in a deep voice. "We are.
We should all take action together to help that fellow Taoist fight against Yuan Shaoqin."
When this Martial Lord opened his mouth, he immediately received the agreement of several other surviving Martial Lords and Grandmasters.
The monster was dead, and the fear in their hearts was gone.
Now, it’s time to settle accounts with the Witch God Cult!
But just when several warriors were about to take action, there were bursts of screams from behind.
Turning around, he saw a dozen sect disciples lying on the ground behind him.
Their faces looked horrified and their skin lost color...
This is exactly the same situation as before!
Seeing this scene, the expressions of several Martial Lords and Grandmasters changed drastically.
Yuan Shaoqin is clearly fighting with Fang Yu, who is it...
At this time, a grand master noticed that in the distant sky, eight purple-robed men were working together to practice the law.
They clasped their hands together and chanted the Dharma in their mouths.
"They did it, we..."
Before the master could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped. His expression was painful and frightened, and he fell to the ground.
The blood color on the skin disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The few martial masters who watched the grandmaster fall to the ground were about to speak.
But at this time, the screams behind him continued.
People fell down one after another, very fast!
If this continues, Yuan Shaoqin's words will soon come true.
All warriors who enter Falling Immortal Valley must die!
…
"Master..." Liu Liansha looked at the large numbers of warriors dying behind her, and her delicate body trembled.
The situation just got better, and then it took a turn for the worse in the blink of an eye!
They originally thought that the monster was dead and they would be saved.
But now, he has fallen into another terrifying abyss!
At the rate those people are dying, it will be her turn soon!
"I don't want to die yet, Master, and I don't want you to die either..." Liu Liansha couldn't bear the fear anymore and couldn't help crying.
Su Lengyun reached out and touched her cheek without saying a word.
…
There were more and more Yuan Shaoqin around Fang Yu, and now there were nearly fifty or sixty of them.
At this time, Fang Yu heard screams and cries from afar.
What happened?
Fang Yu frowned slightly. Looking into the distance, he only saw a group of corpses lying on the ground.
"Blood sacrifice?"
Fang Yu suddenly realized something, turned to look at the sky in the distance, and saw the eight purple-robed men activating the blood sacrifice formation.
If these people are not stopped, Su Lengyun and her disciples may also have their blood souls drained.
Thinking of this, Fang Yu wanted to move and rush towards the eight purple-robed men.
"You think you can leave?"
Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin spoke at the same time, and their voices contained some kind of soul power that shocked the soul.
"Soon you will also sacrifice your blood soul to the sacred beast of my religion. Until then, stay here well."
Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin sneered and stretched out their right hands at the same time.
The tip of each finger shot out a silvery thread at the same time, wrapping around Fang Yu's body.
Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin did the same thing, and Fang Yu's body was wrapped with hundreds of silver threads.
This kind of thread is not an ordinary thread, it is a soul-binding thread made of special materials.
Yuan Shaoqin closed his palms, and the thread wrapped around Fang Yu's body tightened!
"Now, your soul is in my control." Yuan Shaoqin said with a cold look in his eyes.
Fang Yu only felt a burst of soul power emitting from the silver thread, trying to penetrate into his body and touch his soul.
"Don't waste my time."
Fang Yu said coldly. The bones under the skin glowed with a strong golden light.
"boom!"
Fang Yu opened his arms, and the silver thread wrapped around his body broke instantly!
Then, Fang Yu kicked off his feet and rushed towards the eight purple-robed men in the distance!
Yuan Shaoqin was shocked that the soul-binding cord was broken away so easily.
But he quickly came to his senses, and dozens of bodies chased Fang Yu at the same time.
He took out a gold lock from his storage bag and threw it forward.
The golden lock expanded in the air and flew towards Fang Yu at high speed.
This is his most powerful control magic weapon. In theory, it can restrain even the Martial Saint!
"It's really annoying. Let's try the power of this ring."
Fang Yu's eyes were cold and he took out an ancient golden ring from his storage bag.
It was the ethereal ring obtained from Chu Yun.
Fang Yu put the ring on his right index finger.
"bass!"
The ethereal ring trembled violently, making a metallic sound, and at the same time a strong white light appeared on the surface!
Fang Yu clenched his right fist and punched the eight purple-robed men three hundred meters away!
"Crack!"
Huge cracks appeared one after another in the air in front of the fist, like a piece of transparent glass shattering!
The power of space squeezed out by the instantly distorted space blasted towards the eight purple-robed men in the distance.
At this time, the eight purple-robed men who were operating the blood sacrifice formation at full capacity all sensed the approaching danger.
A destructive force is coming towards them!
"Get away quickly..." One of the purple-robed men's face changed drastically and he shouted.
"Pfft!"
But as soon as his voice came out, it stopped suddenly!
The bodies of eight purple-robed men exploded in the air at the same time, splashing blood in mid-air.
The bodies of the eight purple-robed men in the Martial Master realm turned into foam almost in an instant!
"Boom!"
The mountains behind them were also blasted with a huge hole at the same moment, forming a canyon!
The thickness of this mountain range that surrounds Falling Immortal Valley is at least a hundred meters...
Yuan Shaoqin, who was chasing Fang Yu from behind, was heartbroken when he saw this scene!