Chen Xiangwen and Yu Ruobing are innocent, but the Wushen Cult forcibly involved them.
If Fang Yu does not appear again, when the Immortal Clan arrives, it is very likely that Chen Xiangwen will be assimilated into a member of the Immortal Clan and will never be able to transform back into a normal human being.
Ye Zhennan and Han Qi before are a living example.
The holy water of the Witch God Cult is a human thing after all. There must be a way to remove it.
As for the medicine provided by the Immortal Clan... it's hard to say.
"The western part of Huaibei... you have to use the teleportation talisman."
In Fang Yu's storage bag, there are several teleportation talismans made by Taoist Wuji obtained from the Flame Mountains.
He took out one of them and poured some Qi into it.
"Hopefully it doesn't stray too far."
As Fu Di glowed, Fang Yu's mind settled.
The next second, Fang Yu's body glowed with light, and at the same time, his entire body disappeared.
…
There was dead silence in the church.
Chen Xiangwen hugged the weak Yu Ruobing, with both sadness and anger in his eyes.
On both sides of the church stood four bishops in black.
At the rear, there was a group of purple-robed men, at least twenty of them.
Everyone remained silent and stood upright, waiting for the members of the Immortal Clan to arrive.
In less than two months since the two parties just agreed to cooperate, the Witch God Sect has already obtained many unheard of and unseen good things from the hands of the Immortal Clan.
Including the scepter in the Archbishop's hand, it had all been taken back and blessed by the Immortal Clan, and the magic power contained in it was several times stronger than before.
With continuous benefits, the Witch God Cult has regarded the Immortal Tribe as its biggest partner.
Killing Fang Yu is the common idea of the Witch God Sect and the Immortal Clan.
About five minutes later, the archbishop suddenly stood up.
"Here they come."
At the location of the church hall, a black circle appeared on the ground not far in front of Chen Xiangwen.
A figure appeared from it.
This is a humanoid figure, but more like a child.
After the light dissipated, its appearance appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Its head is round, but there is no hair. The area from the forehead to the back of the head is like obsidian, glowing with light. Except for the top of the head, the rest of the body is pale pink.
It has two black eyes on its face, a mouth the size of a thumb, and no nostrils.
It has four limbs, and its feet only have two fingers, which are like duck paws sticking to the ground. Its hands have no palms, and are just straight arms.
The whole shape looks quite weird.
Even the experienced Chen Xiangwen felt his heart skip a beat when he saw such a monster.
But the members of the Witch God Cult present bowed down respectfully and saluted the monster: "Welcome Lord Heisha."
The monster known as Master Heisha nodded, then turned and said, "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 when it stops.
"That's it." The archbishop came down from the high platform, walked to Heisha, and pointed at Chen Xiangwen.
"It's him?"
Heisha stared at Chen Xiangwen, with no expression on his strange face.
"His name is Chen Xiangwen, and he is known as Dark Shura. He is a rare strong man in the human world. After taking the blood of the Immortal King, he will definitely become the most powerful and kill Fang Yu..." the archbishop said.
"Does a mere human want to become the strongest?" Heisha suddenly turned his head and looked at the Archbishop.
The Archbishop's heart skipped a beat.
"The strongest will only appear among our immortal race. Lowly humans are only worthy of possessing us at our feet." Heisha said coldly.
"Yes, yes..." The archbishop immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Heisha turned to look at Chen Xiangwen.
Chen Xiangwen looked at Heisha with extremely solemn eyes.
This monster exudes a rather uncomfortable cold aura.
Heisha stretched out an arm.
The flesh on his arm suddenly squirmed, and a small black box was pushed out.
This box is obviously a container.
The flesh on the top of Heisha's arm condensed into the shape of a palm. He handed the box to 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 power several times stronger than it is now." Heisha said coldly.
Chen Xiangwen looked at the small black box in front of him, filled with rejection.
It can be heard from Heisha's words that as long as he drinks the liquid in this black box, he will turn into a similar monster!
Chen Xiangwen's self-esteem and instinct do not allow him to do this!
Seeing that Chen Xiangwen had not reached out to take the small black box, the archbishop on the side felt his heart skip a beat and immediately said: "Chen Xiangwen, if you don't want your wife to die tragically in front of you, just obey me..."
Before the archbishop finished speaking, Heisha suddenly raised his hand and motioned for 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 made my trip in vain, I have to
Give you some punishment."
As he spoke, Heisha's feet suddenly lifted up.
"boom!"
Chen Xiangwen was kicked in the cheek and flew up, rolling several times in the air. He fell heavily to the ground.
"Xiangwen..." The weak Yu Ruobing shouted with heartache.
"Female human? Not bad."
Heisha stretched out his right hand towards Yu Ruobing.
Yu Ruobing was out of control, and her entire body was pulled in front of Heisha.
"I want this woman. Also, don't waste my time in the future, otherwise I won't mind tearing you all apart." Heisha said coldly.
As he spoke, black halos appeared under his feet and under Yu Ruobing's body.
"Ruobing..."
Chen Xiangwen's face was covered with blood. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Yu Ruobing, his eyes full of despair.
"boom!"
At this moment, a golden beam of light shot in from the door of the church, hitting the chest of Heisha who was about to leave.
The Black Evil flew out backwards and hit the disintegration of the rear leading to the high platform, causing a burst of sound.
The halo of light beneath its feet and Yu Ruobing's body disappeared instantly.
Faced with the sudden attack, the archbishop was stunned for a moment and immediately shouted: "Alert!"
All the congregants in the church turned their heads to look at the main door.
The archbishop held the scepter tightly, the gem on the scepter glowed faintly, and stared at the door.
Soon, a figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.
It was Fang Yu who was wearing a black suit.
"Finally you found your base camp for me." Fang Yu looked at the archbishop in front and said with a smile.
Fang Yu!?
How could it be him!?
When he saw Fang Yu, the Archbishop's heart almost burst out of his chest!
Didn't Fang Yu just fight against Chen Xiangwen in Nandu? Why did he suddenly come to the church in the wilderness of western Huaibei?!
Not to mention how he knew the location, just the speed alone couldn't be that 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."
The archbishop's heart was shocked and he shouted loudly: "Do it immediately! Kill him!"
The black-robed bishop and the purple-robed man in the church all responded and were about to cast their spells.
"Don't waste my time." Fang Yu struck forward with a palm strike.
"boom!"
There was a burst of screams, and more than twenty purple-robed men fell out.
Fang Yu stepped forward.
At this time, the eight black-clothed bishops present walked together not far in front of Fang Yu, took out their masks and put them on their faces.
Seeing the grimace masks on these people's faces, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xuanming tribe.
There is indeed a relationship between the Wushen 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 was no difference.
Fang Yu walked forward slowly.
The auras of the eight black-clothed bishops surged after putting on their masks.
They looked at Fang Yu warily, and for a while no one dared to take the lead.
"What are you doing standing still? Take action quickly..." the archbishop yelled.
It was not the eight black-clothed bishops who responded to the archbishop's roar, but Fang Yu's fist.
Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and punched forward.
"Crack!"
Fang Yu was not wearing a void ring, but the power of this punch was enough to shatter the void!
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the eight black-clothed bishops wearing ghost-face masks didn't even have a chance to scream, and they all exploded!
The ground behind them suddenly sunk!
As the entire church shook violently, blood splashed all over the sky!