Hearing the sound, the six guardians surrounded the previous Yin God statue and kept chanting incantations.
After a while, another Onmyoji ran over carrying a black jar.
From afar, he proudly shouted to Yingji Junmei with a smile: "Here we come, the goddess of the main palace, the black dog blood you want is here."
"Great, pour it on that Chinese woman." Yingji Chunmei gritted her teeth in anger and pointed at Gu Ling not far away.
"Yes! Dear goddess." The Onmyoji responded, picked up the black jar in his hand, turned around and faced Gu Ling not far in front, and prepared to pour it on her.
"No, they are going to break my law." Gu Ling was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't help but move closer to Fang Xiaoyu.
At this time, although she was blessed by the power of 100,000 faiths, because her soul was not stable, she might be disintegrated at any time once the spell was broken.
Therefore, I felt extremely nervous.
The black jar in the Onmyoji's hand was already raised above his chest, and the black dog blood in the jar was about to be poured over Gu Ling's body.
At the moment of lightning and flint, Fang Xiaoyu flicked his fingers, and a fire lotus struck the onmyoji at an extremely fast speed.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, the fire lotus hit the Onmyoji, and its powerful penetration took him back two meters.
"Bang!" With a sudden sound, it hit Yingji's pure and beautiful Dharmakaya statue.
"Idiot, why are you here here? Throw some bloody shit on that Chinese woman!" Yingji Junmei angrily cursed at the Onmyoji.
"Yes, yes, I'm going to splash her right now." The Onmyoji nervously raised the can of dog blood again, preparing to splash it on Gu Ling.
However, before he could turn around, the silver needle in Fang Xiaoyu's hand flew out and hit his numb hole.
The Onmyoji felt his wrist go numb, and the jar of dog blood in his hand fell squarely on Yingji's pure Dharmakaya statue.
"Wow!"
The dark red black dog blood seemed to have drenched Yingji Junmei. A disgusting smell of blood immediately rippled through the air.
"Ah...you...you idiot..."
Yingji Junmei let out a scream, and before she could finish her curse, she saw a burst of green smoke rising from her body, followed by a burning pain like fire that quickly spread throughout her body.
"No, no... don't... my law can't be broken like this."
She stood up and kept stamping her feet and shaking herself, but she couldn't shake the black dog blood off her body.
In desperation, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, take off her clothes one by one, and then escape to the west in embarrassment.
"Fang Xiaoyu, I won't let you go."
When Yingji Junmei turned around and ran away, she left Fang Xiaoyu with a vicious look.
When she left, she looked so miserable that she caused an uproar at the scene.
"I've never thought that the goddess of the main temple would be in such a miserable state!"
"It's so disgraceful."
"Is this the Yin Goddess of the Witchcraft Society? It's incredible."
Seeing this scene, an elder of the Witchcraft Club stood up, held up the scepter in his hand, kept tapping the ground, and roared loudly at the six guardians who were chanting the curse: "Quick, quick!
The altar curse cannot let this Chinese woman escape no matter what. Her human soul is not yet stable, and we still have a chance to kill her."
After saying that, he also joined the team that chanted the incantation and recited the incantation himself. From time to time, he also made various weird movements with the staff in his hand.
As the elders of the Witchcraft Society and the protectors chanted the incantations, Gu Ling felt a dull feeling in her chest.
Fang Xiaoyu pulled her over and comforted her with a smile: "It's okay. As long as I'm here today, no one can do anything to you."
After saying that, he flicked his fingers, and six golden fire lotuses popped out from his fingers.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Six rays of fire, like rockets, shot at the six protectors and immediately set them on fire.
"No……"
"No!"
"Fire, fire, this is fire!"
"I don't want to die."
"I won't play anymore."
"Don't burn me..."
After the six guardians were hit by the fire combo, they were slapped randomly on their bodies. Each one of them screamed like a ghost and moved away while beating.
"Ah... this kid can actually make fire? And he's still running! This... this is too scary." The elder of the Witchcraft Society turned pale with fright, and quickly turned towards the dozen or so warriors who had just poured in behind him,
He shouted loudly: "Quick, kill this kid first."
Hearing the sound, the disciples of the Witch Dharma Club hurriedly pulled out their weapons and called to Fang Xiaoyu one after another.
Some people wielded knives, some used batons, some used swords, and some held steel forks, and they all rushed towards Fang Xiaoyu.
These warriors in front of him were not top-notch experts, and Fang Xiaoyu didn't take them seriously at all.
He grabbed a handful of silver needles from the fabric bag, flicked his wrist, and after a "whoosh" sound, dozens of silver needles were pierced into everyone's bodies.
In the blink of an eye, there was a wailing in front of me. All the warriors fell to the ground, squatted down, and a few of them rolled on the ground in pain.
Seeing this horrific scene, everyone was shocked.
"Ah... boy, I didn't expect that dozens of warriors couldn't stop you. Okay, okay, if we can't kill you today, I will break your woman's spell and beat her to death. Go ahead!"
A white-haired elder raised the scepter in his hand and threw it towards Gu Ling.
"Immortal! You can go and die!" Fang Xiaoyu waved his hand to block it, condensed into a powerful force of thunder, and pushed towards the white-haired elder.
"boom!"
The huge shock wave directly knocked the white-haired elder ten meters away. With a "sudden" sound, the old guy hit a pillar heavily, spat out a mouthful of thick blood from his mouth, closed his eyes, and fell down.
If he goes down, he doesn't know whether he will live or die.
"Oh my god! Is this kid still a human?"
"It's too terrifying. This fighting power is really terrifying."
"It seems that the only way to deal with this kid is with a machine gun."
"It's incredible."
The onlookers were so frightened that they retreated 20 to 30 meters away and stood watching curiously from a distance. Even so, they were still discussing excitedly.
The middle of the altar was half empty, and half of the wave of masters sent by the master of the Witchcraft Society had fallen.
The remaining half are experts temporarily mobilized by another core member of the Witchcraft Club.
After seeing Fang Xiaoyu's killing methods, they all began to tremble a little, and the weapons in their hands were not held firmly.
"Is there anyone else who wants to come? Let's come together!" Fang Xiaoyu glanced at everyone, and his eyes suddenly widened.
When he spoke, the golden elixir aura on his body trembled unconsciously, which was very majestic. (To be continued)