As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several tablets suddenly rising into a puff of green smoke, and then five giant Yin God statues emerged from behind the Yin God statues.
"The gods of the main hall of the Witchcraft Society appear. Please pray to the black god of the main hall, the white god of the main hall, the joyful god of the main hall, the angry god of the main hall, and the dharma gods of the main hall to descend to the altar of hell, kill all the evil in front of you, and get rid of the demon Fang Xiaoyu
."
Suddenly, Shan Zuo pointed his finger at Fang Xiaoyu to the north, and five huge Yin God statues, as tall as Shan Zuo's Akita, squeezed out from among the hundreds of Yin Gods.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The five giant Yin statues, which were fully six meters high, walked towards Fang Xiaoyu one by one with uniform steps and expressionless faces.
The onlookers were so frightened that they quickly retreated, shouting as they retreated.
"It's terrible, it's terrible, the gods are going to fight."
"Is this a battle of the gods?"
"It's so scary, the gods are going to fight."
"Get back, get back quickly."
The disciples of the Witchcraft Society shouted loudly as if they had been given blood.
"Great, this is the true strength of our Witchcraft Society."
"Today, someone is going to cry."
"Fang Xiaoyu is dead."
"This time, that Chinese boy is dead."
"It's over, it's completely over."
"Fang Xiaoyu is completely finished!"
Listening to people's discussions, a look of satisfaction flashed across Shanzuo Xiangbei's face.
He plucked out a beard on his chin with his hand and said with a cold smile: "Fang Xiaoyu, you are dead. This time, even if I give you a pair of electric wings, you won't be able to escape."
"Master, even if you put pterodactyl wings behind this kid, it's useless." The black protector of the Witchcraft Society smiled proudly.
He pointed with his finger to the statue of the Black God among the five Yin God statues in the main hall, and said proudly: "The Black God is the ancestor of our family. I call him grandpa! He is the black witchcraft of our witchcraft society.
A top expert, with him here, can knock the shit out of that kid Fang Xiaoyu with just one kick. Haha!"
"You're absolutely right." A trace of cruelty flashed across the corner of Shan Zuo's eyes to the north, and he gritted his teeth and shouted to the Yin God of the Lord's Hall: "Today, we will destroy this Chinese boy at all costs, including my unsatisfactory grandfather.
Shanzuo Akita will be destroyed together. Anyone who betrays the Witchcraft Society will die."
"It seems that you are a little too happy." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and gently twisted the soldier raising pot with his hand, making several "bang bang" sounds, and then three more soldiers drilled out of the soldier raising pot.
Ten ground soldiers, and the statue of Lord Bingshan.
"Thirty ground soldiers, icebergs, and Akita's two Yin generals are in front. Block me!"
Fang Xiaoyu shouted, and thirty ghost warriors fought in a row. Immediately afterwards, the ghost generals Shanzuo Qiutian and Bingshanjun, who had entered the early stage of Nascent Soul, also held the statues of the two Yin gods.
Samurai Sword looked at the Yinshen of the main palace in front of him expressionlessly.
"Oh my god, what...what's going on? How come there is an army?"
"Isn't this Mr. Bingshan? How come General Bingshan has become this boy's friend?"
"Oh my god! Mr. Bingshan is my great-grandfather, our great-grandfather! How could he betray the Witchcraft Society?"
The disciples of the Witchcraft Society were in a mess, and each one of them was already shocked by the horrific scene before them.
Shanzuo Xiangbei was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
"How could this happen? How come this kid also arrested Bingshan Lord, and also the Ghost Warrior?" He shook his head in disbelief, feeling like he wanted to cry.
The black protector on the side whispered to Shanzuo Xiangbei: "Mr. Shanzuo, Lord Bingshan is the ancestor of the Shoto family. If you destroy his statue, will you encounter opposition from the Shoto family?"
?We need to inform the Shoto family, right?"
"Ah...this..." A look of embarrassment flashed across Shan Zuo Xiangbei's face.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and replied: "It's okay, I think the Songteng family will understand us. Even if they can't understand, for the honor of the entire Witchcraft Society, I will kill Fang Xiaoyu and sacrifice an Iceberg Lord.
What does the statue of Dharmakaya mean? Let’s fight. You quickly call someone to protect the Dharma body and kill this kid together.”
"Yes!" Protector Black nodded, and immediately called the disciples of the Witch Dharma Society to protect him.
The five statues of Yin gods in the eight main halls of the Witchcraft Society walked towards Fang Xiaoyu one after another.
The two ghost generals, Hyoushan-kun and Shanzuo Akita, immediately rushed over and stood in the front, with thirty ground soldiers following closely behind the two ghost generals.
"boom!"
I saw Black God, one of the eight main temple gods, swinging a gold steel hammer and smashing it towards Bingshan Lord.
Lord Bingshan swung his sword to block, making a loud noise, and the two statues of Dharmakaya shook violently at the same time.
For a moment, the entire altar was shaken.
At the same time, the other four Yin God statues in the main hall also gathered around.
Thirty soldiers quickly formed a formation and surrounded the other four main hall Yin gods.
The two sides were evenly matched, and the battle was about to break out. There was a banging sound inside the altar.
Dust was flying for a moment, and the helicopters not far away were chopped into piles of scrap metal by waves of cyclone waves or sword energy.
People everywhere, like frightened birds, got into the jungle or piles of rocks, watching in the dark from a distance of a hundred meters.
The previous disciples of the Witchcraft Society all fled without a trace, huddled in the corner, watching the thrilling battle in front of them.
The Yin Gods of the five main halls fought with thirty ground soldiers and two ghost warriors, and the scene was reduced to ruins as soon as they fought against each other. This was completely beyond Fang Xiaoyu's expectation.
"I'm going, we can't play like this anymore. This is a shopping spree!" Fang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and looked at the two Dharmakaya statues of Lord Bingshan and the Black God of the Witchcraft Society in front of him, and looked at them carefully.
He saw that the bodies of the two Yin gods had varying degrees of damage. He couldn't help but feel worried.
If we continue to fight like this, the outcome will be a lose-lose situation.
According to this strategy, the thirty earth soldiers he had painstakingly collected and the two ghost warriors in the early stage of Nascent Soul would be reduced to nothing.
Even if you can use thirty soldiers to destroy the five Yin gods of the main palace in front of you, the gain will not be worth the loss.
This is not the result he wants. Fang Xiaoyu does not do loss-making business.
What he wants most is to get these giant-level Yinshen.
Fang Xiaoyu wants to erase the soul marks on them and make them his trophies.
Just when Fang Xiaoyu was worried, he suddenly heard the black guardian of the Witchcraft Society not far away, and whispered to the left and north of the mountain to persuade him.
"Hall Master, I'm afraid it won't work if we continue like this! If all five of the eight Yin Gods in the main hall are destroyed, how will we be able to communicate with the major families? You know, the Yin God in the main hall here
Gods, some, are ancestors paid tribute by some big families. That is the grandfather of each of their family patriarchs! If you play like this, they will fight you to the death." (To be continued)