Chapter 2541 The trump card of the Witchcraft Society
Everyone was shocked for a while and looked at the dark wall that was opened.
Soon, a burst of green smoke was seen rising from the wall. Five seconds later, human faces emerged from the green smoke. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people dressed in ancient costumes, holding long swords or swords, appeared.
The human soul of the staff emerged from the green smoke, and each of them walked towards Fang Xiaoyu with a fierce look in their eyes.
What appeared in front of everyone were hundreds of Yin gods who had been worshiped for a long time.
"Oh my god, ghost!"
"Shut up! These are yin gods."
"It's so scary."
"How terrible!"
The people watching from a distance were all frightened. Even the disciples of the Witchcraft Society were frightened by the strange scene in front of them.
Lu Yu was even more frightened. He threw himself into Miyata Shizumi's arms and hugged her tightly. He shouted in a trembling voice: "These ghosts are so scary!"
"It's Yin Shen!" Miyata Shizumi took a deep breath, but there was a trace of inexplicable worry on her face.
Fang Xiaoyu said calmly: "In my opinion, there is no difference between ghosts and ghosts. It's just that these idiots in the Witchcraft Society like to regard ghosts as gods."
As he spoke, his hand had already fallen on the military pot at his waist.
Not far away from the mountain left to the north, he saw Fang Xiaoyu stop and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Fang Xiaoyu, you are dead. Even the cold air of Yinhan Island cannot seal the thunder and true energy in your body.
Qi, you can't escape the entanglement of hundreds of Yin gods, just wait and be tortured to death by the Yin gods here!"
"Oh! Let me take a look first and then talk."
Fang Xiaoyu looked at the hundreds of Yin gods in front of him carefully with his heavenly eyes, trying to see what was going on.
At this time, I heard the voice of the Yin God Qianye Xue coming to my ears.
"Master, there are hundreds of Yin gods in front of you. I am afraid that your current strength is not enough to compete. Perhaps only by inviting Shanzuo Akita can you suppress these ordinary people. Yamazuo Akita is the leader of the Witchcraft Society, Shanzuo
Grandpa Xiangbei, if you can invite him out, Shanzuo Xiangbei will be wary, and you can threaten him." Qianye Xue kindly reminded Fang Xiaoyu.
"Thank you! It seems that I have to let this good grandson remove the evil spirits in front of me." Fang Xiaoyu nodded with a smile, and then used his hand to gently turn the cork of the military pot.
There was a "bang" sound, and suddenly a burst of green smoke rose from the mouth of the military pot. Then a human figure about three meters high emerged from the green smoke.
The figure looks like bronze, powerful and domineering. It holds a samurai sword in its hand and has piercing eyes. It looks like a military commander at first glance.
Seeing this, all the Yin gods stopped one after another, not daring to take another step forward.
"Ah...this...isn't this the spirit of the god of the eight main halls of our Witchcraft Society, General Shanzuo Xiang Akita?" the black protector of the Witchcraft Society shouted in a trembling voice.
All the disciples of the witchcraft club also started talking excitedly.
"Oh my god, isn't this the character in the statues in the temples of our Witchcraft Society?"
"Yes, this is the legendary General Yamazuo Akita."
"He is a spirit god, a Netherworld general who can command ghost warriors."
"One of the eight main gods of the Witchcraft Society."
"Mighty, really mighty!"
Hearing people talking in his ears, Shanzuo Xiangbei's face turned green and red.
His eyes widened in surprise and hesitantly shouted: "This...isn't this my grandfather?"
"Haha! That's right, this is your grandpa." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and glanced towards the left side of the mountain to the north, and said with a smile: "I see grandpa, why don't you say hello to me."
"You...you..." Shanzuo Xiangbei was so angry that his teeth itched, but in the end he honestly bowed to Shanzuo Akita in front of him and shouted: "Grandpa!"
Shanzuo Akita's face was expressionless, he just looked coldly at Shanzuo Xiangbei in front of him, and then turned to look at Fang Xiaoyu beside him.
He bowed respectfully to Xiaoyu and called: "Master!"
"Yes!" Fang Xiaoyu nodded calmly.
Yamazuo Akita still lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes.
Seeing this, Lu Yu, who was not far away, shouted excitedly: "Wow! Fang Xiaoyu, you are so awesome! This guy actually called you master! And he bowed to you and listened to you. He is you
Are you a talented person? He looks awesome!"
"Yeah! This guy is good at fighting!" Fang Xiaoyu replied with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, the crowd was surprised again and started talking immediately.
"No way! General Yamazuo Akita actually betrayed our Witchcraft Society."
"It's not betrayal, it's complete betrayal, and you even became someone's slave."
"How could our supreme General Shan Zuo become like this?"
"I don't believe in the Witchcraft Society anymore. The so-called century-old Yin Temple is all bullshit. General Yamazuo Akita, the majestic god of the eight main temples, turned out to be this guy's dog."
Listening to people's discussions, the left side of the mountain faces north at this time, with a face like a pig's liver.
He felt as if his face had been slapped hard.
After seeing him for a long time, he shook his head and shouted to Akita Yamazuo: "Master? Grandpa, how can you recognize this Chinese boy as your master? You...you are the god of the eight main halls of the Witchcraft Society! I think back then, you
I also once led soldiers..."
When he said this, tears rolled down his face.
The betrayal of the Yin God statue in front of him completely destroyed the high self-esteem in his heart.
"Shut your stinky mouth!" Yamazuo Akita not only was not moved by Yamazuo Xiangbei's words, but instead pulled out the samurai sword from his waist.
Hearing a "choking" sound, he suddenly threw out a three-meter long sword with a cold light, pointing to the left of the mountain and to the north.
At the same time, Yamazuo Akita's Dhammakaya statue instantly expanded from three meters to six meters high.
"Ah...this..."
"It's so scary."
"This is simply a Big Mac!"
"How can we fight this fight?"
The disciples of the Witch Dharma Club retreated to the side one after another, and the people watching from a distance also stepped aside one by one.
Shanzuo Xiangbei was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
He pointed his finger at Yamazuo Akita in front of him and roared loudly: "Grandpa, I am your grandson!"
"My dear grandson, stop barking." Fang Xiaoyu glanced towards the left and north of the mountain and said with a smile: "Prepare a helicopter to send us off Yinhan Island respectfully. Otherwise, if your grandfather's Dharmakaya statue is broken,
You will be cursed to have no descendants."
"Hmph! Boy, you have such a beautiful idea. Today, even if I destroy my grandfather's Dharmakaya statue, I won't let you leave here alive." Shanzuo Xiangbei yelled at Fang Xiaoyu angrily.
Immediately, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand, conjured a finger gesture, and shouted to the hundreds of Yin gods before: "Dharma protectors of the Yin gods, please come out of the main hall of the Witchcraft Society and kill Fang Xiaoyu for me!" (