The Purpose of the Angry Sect

"Why are you standing there? Get started!"

Long Ruoyi's soft shout awakened Wang Tiezhu from his shock.

Wang Tiezhu saw that the chain blade armor on the monster had all turned into fragments and fell off.

“Oh oh oh!”

Wang Tiezhu responded quickly, took out a silver thunder talisman with his hands, turned into a stream of light and flew towards the monster.

The monster kept waving his double blades to resist Long Ruoyi's fierce attack. Seeing Wang Tiezhu attacking, he flew back and bent down suddenly. The bone spurs growing on his back shot towards Wang Tiezhu and Long Ruoyi.

"Be careful! These bone spurs have the power to destroy demons!"

Wang Tiezhu shouted, threw out a few ice thorns, and shot down the bone spurs flying towards him. He was about to help Long Ruoyi, but he saw her transformed dragon claws with her hands to smash the bone spurs into pieces.

"I'm not using spiritual power."

Long Ruoyi looked at Wang Tiezhu with her cold eyes and continued, "It's handed over to you, I'll go and help them."

After saying that, she flew to Bai Meng, who was in a tough battle.

"Another guy who doesn't use spiritual power. It turns out that the Northern Continent relies on spiritual power, and the Southern Continent relies on mutation?"

Wang Tiezhu sighed, shook his head helplessly, and looked at the monster not far away.

"Hey, if you want to get your spine, hurry up! Don't disgust me again later!"

The monster growled, not pulling out his spine from behind as a weapon as Wang Tiezhu imagined, and still waving his double blades towards Wang Tiezhu.

"Oh? Can't every monster pull out the spine?"

Wang Tiezhu was puzzled. Looking at the monster attacking fiercely, he thought it would be fine, so as not to put in some effort to deal with its spinal sword.

The white flame in his hand ignited, turned into a spear and threw it towards the monster.

While the monster stopped to block it, Wang Tiezhu flashed and appeared behind the monster, throwing the silver thunder talisman on the monster's back, and then flew back.

"burst!"

With Wang Tiezhu's stern shout, the monster in the underworld turned into powder in a silver light and dissipated under the moonlight.

"Is this the only one?"

After solving the monster, Wang Tiezhu looked around and found no other monsters in the underworld.

Wang Tiezhu, who was relieved, turned around to help Yan Chu clear the siege. Although the young man was very brave, his fists could not match four hands. He was now struggling to support him under the siege of a group of Angry Heaven Sect.

"Little Chuzi, your elder brother Wang is here!"

Wang Tiezhu shouted, raised the Green Dragon Spirit-Devouring Sword and attacked.

"Brother Wang, I'm fine! Go and help Uncle Bai!"

Yan Chu, who was concentrating on dealing with the attack, heard Wang Tiezhu's voice and quickly raised his head and said to Wang Tiezhu.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the iron chain of an angry Tian Cultist was thrown on his face, and his body instantly flew backwards.

"It's all right! The young man is just stubborn!"

Wang Tiezhu sighed, without any guilt that he distracted Yan Chu from the slightest.

These ordinary Angry Cultists were naturally no match for Wang Tiezhu. The green dragon sword in their hands flew left and right, and blue sword energy was drawn in the air. For a moment, the blood in the field was lit up. In the blink of an eye, all the Angry Cultists who had originally besieged Yan Chu were lying in a pool of blood.

"Is it okay?"

Wang Tiezhu put away the Qingjiao sword and ran over to pull Yan Chu up.

“Um…”

However, because of the blow just now, Yan Chu's cheeks swollen high, and he whimpered a few times in his mouth, unable to say clear words at all.

"It's fine. Remember next time, don't be distracted during the battle!"

Wang Tiezhu patted Yan Chu on the shoulder and taught him seriously.

"Woooooo!"

Yan Chu nodded quickly.

Wang Tiezhu then turned his eyes to another battlefield, and saw Long Ruoyi killing all directions among a group of angry Tian Cultists. Uncle Bai Meng stood aside and stared blankly.

"Hey! Don't kill them all! Leave a living question!"

Seeing that Long Ruoyi's sharp claws were about to wave down at the last Angry Cultist, Wang Tiezhu hurriedly shouted.

When Long Ruoyi heard this, she flipped her claws and cut off the arms of the Angry Cultist.

Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu immediately ran over and covered the wounds of the Angry Cultist with a layer of ice to prevent him from bleeding too much to death.

A white mask removed from the face of the Angry Cultist was a middle-aged man's face. Even though his arms were cut off, there was no trace of pain on his face. His expression was numb, and his eyes were gray, as if they were covered with a layer of mist.

"Hey! Can you understand what I say?"

Wang Tiezhu waved his hand in front of him, and the middle-aged man slowly turned his head to look at Wang Tiezhu.

"Why do you want to enter the jungle of thousands of miles?"

However, in the face of Wang Tiezhu's question, the middle-aged man seemed to have not heard it, and still looked at him with distracted eyes.

Frowning, Wang Tiezhu sighed.

"Hey! It seems that his mind has been swallowed up, now he is like a puppet."

Shaking his head, Wang Tiezhu was about to take out the Qingjiao Sword and end the man, but Bai Meng, who was beside him, came over.

"Sir, let me try it!"

Wang Tiezhu thought about it and Bai Meng specialized in the art of poison. Maybe he really had a way, so he gave up and signaled Bai Meng to take over.

Bai Meng squatted in front of the Angtian Cultist, reached into his arms, took out a very small gourd, and poured out a worm that had been almost transparent from it.

He used a knife to cut a small hole in the forehead of the Aotian Cultivator and put the worm in his hand over. The worm slowly drilled into the head of the Aotian Cultivator from the wound. Wang Tiezhu felt numb all over and turned his head to look at the others, but found that they were all used to it.

After a while after the worm got in, the body of the Angtian Cult suddenly trembled, and their eyes gradually turned up, revealing gray whites.

After he stopped trembling, Bai Meng said to Wang Tiezhu: "Sir, you can ask him what he said."

Wang Tiezhu nodded and repeated the question just now.

Now the Angry Cultist finally opened his mouth and spoke, but his voice was stiff and intermittent.

"The God Envoy asked... to assist the Bird God Tribe...Clan Chief...Dragon God Tribe..."

Wang Tiezhu struggled to hear more information from his mouth, but found that the angry Tian Cultist was trembling again.

"What's going on? Is this normal?"

Wang Tiezhu asked with a puzzled look, but found that Bai Meng was also confused.

"Bang!"

Just when the few people were confused, the heads of the Angry Cultists suddenly exploded like ripe watermelons, and red and white sputtered everywhere.

Wang Tiezhu, who was closest to him, had now become a blood man. He wiped the red and white mixture on his face silently. Wang Tiezhu walked to the side calmly, and suddenly bent down and vomited.
Chapter completed!