The sword in Ghost Commander's hand was crushed to pieces by the Blood Poison King with his bare hands.
Immediately, the blood-red palm suddenly clapped down, crashing down like a mountain, shaking the world.
With a palm falling, Gui Shuai vomited blood and was immediately sent flying. Even the black armor he was wearing was shattered.
"It's a waste of time, I'll kill them all." The Blood Poison King glanced around and waved his hand casually.
The Yan family monks who looked like wolves and tigers outside immediately rushed in and killed everyone on sight.
Wails, screams, and the sound of blades entering the body resounded one after another, it was chaotic and quite harsh.
The Blood Poison King turned a deaf ear to this and focused his attention on Fang Ying.
"I have been chasing you all the way, and I finally caught you. You sneaked into my Yan family, do you really think we didn't notice it at all?" The Blood Poison King approached step by step.
Fang Ying's fair neck was already covered with dark veins.
When she saw the Blood Poison King approaching, she took action without saying a word, and the sharp sword in her hand cut through the void and stabbed straight at him.
"It's ridiculous. You've been poisoned by my blood and you're still not honest." The Blood Poison King sneered, not taking it seriously at all.
This notorious poison king was also a master of the Realm Lord Realm. When he saw Fang Ying coming to kill him, he raised his hand and pressed it down without taking it seriously.
The sharp sword was bounced away, but Fang Ying did not intend to fight with the Blood Poison King. In a flash, she actually bypassed the burly existence and turned around to leave.
The light and agile body turned into several black shadows and immediately rushed into the crowd of Yan family monks behind.
Fang Ying is a master of the Realm Lord Realm. Although she is poisoned now, facing ordinary monks, she is still like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, killing them at will.
Soon, a gap was opened in the formation of the Yan family monks.
"If I let you leave like this, I won't be around in the Eighteen Realms of the Netherworld anymore."
The Blood Poison King sneered behind him, sitting and watching Fang Ying's illusory voice, and suddenly recited a long and complicated spell loudly.
The pitch of the spell rose and fell, and a bunch of blood-colored runes seemed to be alive, springing out from the soles of his feet and flying to Fang Ying's side in an instant.
Fang Ying's body immediately trembled, and she was actually frozen in place. There were thousands of blood streaks under her feet, as if she was tightly trapped by a shackle.
This is the blood poison curse.
People who are poisoned by blood poison are, to a certain extent, equivalent to the puppets of the blood poison king.
Fang Ying turned around, her long hair disheveled, her eyes gleaming with cold light, a ball of purple brilliance flashed in her hand, and the pressure of a spell emanated, and she was about to launch a counterattack immediately.
But the Blood Poison King seemed to have known that she would do this for a long time. He raised his hand and said to Fang Ying: "Stop!"
All Fang Ying's movements suddenly felt as if they were sinking into sand, becoming heavy and boundless.
"I originally wanted to make you a blood slave, but the Elder Hall is very interested in you. You are lucky that you didn't fall into my hands." The Blood Poison King strode forward, and a talisman was instantly attached to Fang Ying's face.
On the forehead.
"Oops."
Fang Ying felt desperate inside. All her strength was imprisoned by the talisman, and any attempt to escape could only be regarded as wishful thinking.
"Okay, I'll take the people back, and you guys will kill the rest." The Blood Poison King waved his hand casually.
Suddenly, the screams and shouts of death became louder all around.
The old priest, who was already old, had been stabbed dozens of times and lay limply next to the statue covered in blood.
Blood spattered and fell on the statue of Hades high above.
"O God, please show me your holiness!" the old priest made his final cry.
"Hahaha, old man, the God of Hades is gone, and it's useless no matter how much you beg." The monks of the Yan family laughed and raised their butcher knives one after another.