"Humph! When things have reached this point, I have no way out." Shan Zuo Xiangbei, the leader of the Witchcraft Society, gritted his teeth in anger and said with a cold smile: "Today, even if I am pushed into the abyss of eternal destruction, I will still be destroyed.
Fang Xiaoyu. Otherwise, with Fang Xiaoyu’s character, I’m afraid the next soul slave will be me.”
Having said this, he gritted his teeth, waved his hand at the ordinary Yin gods, and shouted loudly: "Kill me!"
Following the order from the leader of the Witchcraft Society, even the hundreds of little Yin gods who were previously timid stepped forward one by one and killed Fang Xiaoyu.
"Holy shit, they really treat me as a vegetarian. Actually, even these little guys dare to come and kill me." Fang Xiaoyu glanced forward and saw a group of yin gods surrounding him.
My heart is filled with anger.
He gathered his thunder energy and prepared to explode the Yin Shen in front of him.
At this time, I heard Qianye Xue shouting in a trembling voice: "No...it can't be done!...There are my good sisters here."
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu glanced forward. After a closer look, he found that among the Yin Gods, there were several good-looking girls and beautiful young women. Obviously, these women were brainwashed and tricked into becoming Yin Gods.
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"But if I don't kill them, they will definitely kill me!" Fang Xiaoyu sighed helplessly. He was about to bring up the thunder energy and kill him.
"Master, just think of me as begging you, okay? As long as you don't kill them, you can let them work as cattle, horses, or slaves for you!" Qianye Xue sobbed: "These women are all
They are weak women and they were deceived."
Just as he was talking, Miyata Shizumi on the side also poked his head out from behind an ancient tree and shouted softly: "One of these evil spirits Fang Xiaoyu is my aunt, can you let her go?"
"This..." Fang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes slightly and immediately thought of a clever plan.
He reached out to the Fabric bag on his waist, and immediately took out a soul torture stick, shook it and said: "Try the power of this first. If you are obedient, stay. If you are disobedient, you will be destroyed."
After saying that, he raised a soul torture stick in his hand and hit a Yin Shen who was rushing towards him.
"Ah, no……"
What rushed over was a beautiful girl with no initiative.
As soon as the girl Yin Shen saw the soul torture stick in Fang Xiaoyu's hand, she was so frightened that her legs weakened, and she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, for fear that Fang Xiaoyu would beat her.
Fang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and was thinking about taking the ghost of this little girl and giving it to his relatives as a personal maid or something.
At this moment, Shizumi Miyata ran over, took out a small soul-collecting bottle from her arms, handed it to Fang Xiaoyu, and shouted to him: "Quickly, put the soul into the bottle. This is it."
My aunt."
"Okay!" Fang Xiaoyu made a finger gesture and raised the soul torture stick. The image of Qiao Yang's sinister appearance appeared in his mind.
He felt secretly happy in his heart, knowing that this soul torture stick was a good magic weapon, and it was blessed by Qiao Yang's mind power. No wonder, it can collect souls with just one blow.
Fang Xiaoyu couldn't think too much. He couldn't help shouting: "The soul-torture stick, the stick holds the soul, beat it first and then collect it."
After saying that, he gently touched the forehead of the beautiful girl in front of him, and soon there was a "bang" sound, and the little beauty immediately turned into a burst of green smoke and was taken into the soul altar by Fang Xiaoyu.
"Okay, my sister-in-law has done it. Give me a few more soul-collecting bottles." Fang Xiaoyu handed the soul-collecting bottles to Miyata Shizumi on the side.
"Fuck you, it's not my sister-in-law, it's my sister-in-law." Miyata Shizumi rolled her eyes at Fang Xiaoyu, and immediately took out a long soul-collecting bottle from her arms that was tied up with a rope.
"Auntie, isn't that a young woman? She looks like a girl. The Witchcraft Club has many young women!" Fang Xiaoyu asked casually.
"There are also young women in the witchcraft club. I will explain it to you slowly later! You should deal with these ghosts quickly! I can't do anything with them." Miyata Shizumi shouted and dodged.
Fang Xiaoyu nodded, raised his hand, and prepared to torture another god.
At this time, Qianye Xue was heard shouting: "This is my good sister. You should accept it too!"
"Okay! It's up to you." Fang Xiaoyu responded with a smile.
While speaking, he picked up the soul torture stick and lightly hit a young woman on the body.
Soon I heard a soft moan of "Ah", and then saw the appearance of a beautiful young woman appearing in front of my eyes. Then she smiled and shouted "Thank you" to Fang Xiaoyu. After saying that, she turned into green smoke and got in.
, inside the soul collecting bottle in Fang Xiaoyu’s hand.
"I'll go, this little Japanese girl's eyes are so seductive! Take it back and wait for me, I'll pay you for it." Fang Xiaoyu laughed and joked.
Qianye Xue responded angrily: "Master! You are too bad. However, you are so bad in taste. This is one of the three charming gods in the side hall of the Witchcraft Society. She looks like a young woman, but in fact she is a girl. She is very good at flirting with men.
There is a way. You have to be careful!"
"Go back and train them carefully. Continue to collect souls. Collect the ones that please you. Kill the stubborn ones directly." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and glanced at the Yin gods.
Just as he was talking, a male ghost rushed over with bared teeth and bit Fang Xiaoyu's neck.
"Seeking death!" Fang Xiaoyu directly used the Five Thunder Fire Talisman to destroy the male Yin God in front of him.
Seeing this scene, all the Yin gods were frightened by Fang Xiaoyu. Only a few brave ones rushed over without fear of death.
Fang Xiaoyu unceremoniously sent out a few more Five Thunder Talismans to beat the spirits out of those stubborn Yin Gods.
After a few moments of effort, Fang Xiaoyu subdued more than a dozen Yinshen and killed a dozen more.
"Ah... what magic weapon is this kid holding in his hand? It can actually absorb our Yinshen? If you play like this, wouldn't this kid have to absorb all the Yinshen here? No, this matter has to be done
Notify all the major families immediately." The black guardian of the Witchcraft Society, seeing Fang Xiaoyu's effort in the blink of an eye, took away more than a dozen Yin gods, and his face instantly turned into a big bitter melon.
"Ignore him. As long as the five gods among the eight main temple gods are still there, this kid will have no way to survive. You see, two ghost warriors have already been trampled to death by our angry gods. Judging from the current battle situation,
Look, the Five Gods are the sure winner, all they need is time. As long as Fang Xiaoyu is eliminated, I believe that the remaining big families will understand and forgive me. Haha!" Shan Zuo Xiangbei, the leader of the Witchcraft Society
, said with a proud smile.
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu's heart trembled, and he immediately glanced in front of him, and he saw two soldiers who were trampled to death by the wrathful Dharma God of the Yin God of the Eight Main Halls.
"It seems that we don't have time to tangle with these little Yin gods. Let them fend for themselves!" Fang Xiaoyu glanced at the hundreds of little Yin gods, then casually faced a few Yin gods with fierce eyes and shot five
The thunder talisman fire scared away all the little Yin gods.
He decided to deal with the five main palace Yin gods first, and then deal with the smaller Yin gods.
Fang Xiaoyu turned around and concentrated his thunder energy, launched a cyclone wave, and hit the angry god of the Witchcraft Society.
"Bang!" A huge noise shook the angry god with a bad temper and he was knocked back five meters.
"Ho! Damn Chinese people." The angry god came towards Fang Xiaoyu with his teeth and claws wide open.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and hooked his fingers at the angry god, and shook the soul torture stick in his hand: "Come here, let's play two games alone. Today I treat you to a soul torture stick." (To be continued)