Chen Xiangwen and Yu Ruobing are innocent, but the Witch God Sect forcibly involved them.
If Fang Yu does not appear again, when the Immortal Clan people arrive, it is very likely that Chen Xiangwen will be transformed into a member of the Immortal Clan and will never be able to become a normal human again.
The previous Ye Zhennan and Han Qi are a living example.
After all, the holy water of the Witch God Cult is a human object. There must be a way to relieve it.
And the medicines provided by the Immortal Clan... are hard to say.
"The western part of Huaibei... needs to use teleportation Fu Di."
In Fang Yu's storage bag, there are several teleportation Fu Di made by Wuji Taoist obtained from the Flame Mountains.
He took out one of them and poured true energy into it.
"I hope I don't deviate too far."
While Fu Di shone brightly, Fang Yu was positioned in his heart.
The next second, a light shone on Fang Yu's body, and at the same time, he disappeared from the spot.
...
There was a dead silence in the church.
Chen Xiangwen hugged the weak Yu Ruobing, with sadness and anger in his eyes.
Four black-clothed bishops stood on each side of the church.
And in the rear, there was a team of men in purple robe, with at least twenty people.
Everyone stood straight without saying a word, waiting for the arrival of the Immortal Clan members.
The two sides have just agreed to cooperate for two months, and the Witch God Cult has already obtained many unheard and unseen good things in the hands of the Immortal Clan.
In addition to the scepter in the hands of the Archbishop, they were all taken back and blessed by the Immortal Clan, and the magic power contained in it is several times stronger than before.
With continuous profits, the Witch God Cult has regarded the Immortal Clan as its largest partner.
Killing Fang Yu is the common idea of the Witch God Cult and the Immortal Clan.
About five minutes later, the Archbishop suddenly stood up.
"They are here."
In the location of the church hall, a black circle appeared on the ground not far from Chen Xiangwen.
A figure appeared from it.
This is a human figure. But it looks more like a child's body shape.
After the light dissipated, its appearance appeared in everyone's eyes.
Its head is round, but it has no hair. Its part from the forehead to the back of its head is like obsidian, shining with light. Except for the top of its head, the rest of the body is light pink.
It has two black eyes on its face, and a thumb-sized mouth with no nostrils.
It has limbs, only two fingers on both feet, and is attached to the ground like a duck's claw. Both hands have no palms, just a straight arm.
The whole form looks quite weird.
Even Chen Xiangwen, who had a deep experience, suddenly jumped in his heart when he saw such a monster.
However, the Witch God Cult present bent down respectfully and saluted the monster: "Welcome to Lord Heisha."
The monster known as Lord Heisha nodded and turned to speak, "I have brought the King's blood, who needs to take it?"
Its sound is quite strange, harsh but awkward, and it makes people get goosebumps all over.
"It's this one." The Archbishop got off the high platform, walked to Heisha, and pointed at Chen Xiangwen.
"Is it him?"
Heisha stared at Chen Xiangwen, and there was no expression on his weird face.
"His name is Chen Xiangwen, known as Dark Shura, and is a rare strong man in the human world. After taking the blood of the Immortal King, he will definitely be able to become the strongest man and kill Fang Yu..." said the Archbishop.
"A mere human beings want to be the strongest?" Heisha suddenly turned his head and looked at the Archbishop.
The Archbishop's heart skipped a beat.
"The strongest will only appear in our immortal clan. The lowly humans are only worthy of possession at our feet." Heisha said coldly.
"Yes, yes..." The Archbishop immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say more.
Heisha turned his head and looked at Chen Xiangwen.
Chen Xiangwen looked at Heisha with an extremely solemn look.
The monster exudes a rather uncomfortable cold air.
Heisha stretched out one arm.
The flesh on the arm suddenly squirmed and suddenly pushed out a small black box.
This box is obviously a container.
The flesh on the top of Heisha's arm condensed into the shape of a palm. Handed the box in front of Chen Xiangwen.
"This is the blood of our Immortal King. After taking it, everything in your body will evolve into the appearance of our Immortal creatures as much as possible, thereby gaining several times stronger than it is now." Heisha said coldly.
Chen Xiangwen looked at the little black box in front of him, and his heart was full of repulsion.
From Heisha's words, we can tell that as long as he takes the liquid in this black box, he will become a similar monster!
Chen Xiangwen's self-esteem and instinct do not allow him to do so!
Seeing that Chen Xiangwen had not reached out to take the small black box for a long time, the archbishop beside him was in a panic and immediately said, "Chen Xiangwen, if you don't want your wife to die in front of you, just submit it to me..."
Before the Archbishop could finish his words, Heisha on the side suddenly raised his hand and signaled him to shut up.
"If you don't really want to be a member of our Immortal Clan, then you are not qualified to drink the blood of the Immortal King." Heisha looked at Chen Xiangwen and said coldly, "But you're going to waste your time, I have to give you some punishment."
When he spoke, Heisha's feet suddenly raised.
"Bang!"
Chen Xiangwen was kicked on the cheek, and he flew up, rolled in the air for several times, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Feeling article..." The weak Yu Ruobing shouted in disgust.
"Female human? Not bad."
Heisha stretched out his right hand towards Yu Ruobing.
Yu Ruobing was uncontrollable and his entire body was pulled in front of Heisha.
"I want this woman. Also, don't waste my time in the future, otherwise I don't mind tearing you all." Heisha said coldly.
As he spoke, a black aperture appeared under his feet and under Yu Ruobing's body.
"Ruobing..."
Chen Xiangwen's face was covered in blood, and he struggled to raise his head, looking at Yu Ruobing, his eyes full of despair.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a golden beam of light shot in from the church gate, and was hitting the chest of Heisha who was about to leave.
The black evil flew out from behind, hitting heavily into the disintegration leading to the high platform behind, and a sound broke out.
The aperture under its feet and under Yu Ruobing's body disappeared instantly.
Faced with the sudden attack, the Archbishop was stunned for a moment and immediately shouted: "Warning!"
The church members in the entire church turned their heads and looked at the gate.
The Archbishop held the scepter tightly, and the gems above the scepter shone with a faint light, staring at the gate.
Soon, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.
It was Fang Yu in a black suit.
"I finally found your base camp for me." Fang Yu looked at the Archbishop in front and smiled.
Fang Yu!?
How could it be him!?
When I saw Fang Yu, the Archbishop's heart was almost popping out!
Didn’t Fang Yu just fight with Chen Xiangwen in Nandu? Why did he suddenly come to the church located in the wilderness of the western Huaibei?!
Not to mention how he learned the location, the speed alone would not be so fast!
As if he knew what the Archbishop was thinking, Fang Yu said, "You have to know that you are not the only one in this world who can use teleportation techniques."
The Archbishop was shocked and shouted loudly: "Take it now! Kill him!"
The black-clothed bishop and the purple-robed man in the church responded together and were about to perform magic.
"Don't waste my time" Fang Yu slammed out his palm in front.
"boom!"
A scream sounded, and more than twenty men in purple robes fell out.
Fang Yu stepped forward.
At this time, the eight black-clad bishops present walked together not far in front of Fang Yu, took out the mask and put it on their face.
Seeing the grimace masks on these people's faces, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xuanming clan.
There is indeed a relationship between the Witch God Cult and the Xuanming Clan.
For the Black Bishop, they may be several times stronger than before after wearing the mask.
But in Fang Yu's eyes, there is no difference.
Fang Yu walked forward slowly.
The eight black-clothed bishops, after putting on their masks, their breath surged.
They looked at Fang Yu vigilantly, and no one dared to take the lead for a while.
"What are you doing when you stand? Get started..." the Archbishop shouted.
The archbishop's roar was not the eight black-clad bishops, but Fang Yu's fists.
Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and suddenly punched him in front.
"Bang!"
Fang Yu did not wear an ethereal ring, but the power of this punch was enough to break the void!
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the eight black-clad bishops wearing grimace masks had no chance to scream, and all burst!
The ground behind them sank!
With the violent vibrations of the entire church, blood splashed all over the sky!