"Don't worry, there's another one." Fang Xiaoyu smiled, picked up the soul torture stick, walked towards the Dharma God who was the god of the eight main halls of the Witchcraft Society, and hit him hard.
"Ouch..."
After the Dharma God let out a scream, he soon saw his Dharma Body statue shrinking inch by inch.
Seeing this scene, the heads of the major families showed horror on their faces.
"No, no, you can't, this is my grandfather!"
"horrible."
"Is this kid still a human? Even the Yin God can beat a kid."
"Quick, stop this kid."
Some people in the crowd marveled and some shouted.
There were also people who wanted to stop Fang Xiaoyu, but as soon as they took a step forward, they saw several Netherworld warriors standing up beside Fang Xiaoyu, blocking their way.
"Go for it!"
A Nether Warrior directly threw the person who wanted to stop him more than ten meters away.
Just a scream of "ah" was heard, and there was a person in the night sky. He fell heavily on a tree, and finally rolled down from the tree. His life or death was unknown.
"From now on, you are mine!"
Fang Xiaoyu pasted a talisman on the chest of the God of Dharma, and immediately implanted his thoughts into the God of Dharma, and cast the ecstasy Gu, completely erasing the memory of the God of Dharma's soul, and then collected him.
Entered the military pot.
Fang Xiaoyu shouted: "Take it!"
He gently removed the wooden stopper and opened the mouth of the pot.
With a "bang" sound, the statue of the Dharma God immediately turned into a puff of smoke and got into the weapon-raising pot in Fang Xiaoyu's hand.
This series of smooth movements had already stunned Yoshino Ichiro and the head of the Yamabayashi family and other bigwigs.
The big bosses all opened their eyes wide, but could not say a word.
Fang Xiaoyu put the weapon-raising pot into his waist, his eyes fell on Yoshino Ichiro, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, don't you want to negotiate with me?"
"Yes, yes, I...I do want to talk to you." Yoshino Ichiro wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, smiled and said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Mr. Fang, can you let my grandfather go first?
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Before he could answer, the head of the Shanlin family also came over.
"Mr. Fang, let my ancestors go too!"
"Mr. Fang, please let my grandpa go!" The patriarch of the Gudao family followed suit and came forward with a flattering look on his face.
The heads of the other three major families could not squeeze in to Fang Xiaoyu's side, but they shouted loudly outside.
"And our ancestors."
"Please Mr. Fang, please let our ancestors of the Shoto family go!"
"Mr. Fang, please let go of the evil spirit of our Bingshan family and let him return to the altar!"
A middle-aged man in a police uniform, seeing that the situation had changed, had already notified the helicopter loaded with heavy weapons in the air to cease fire.
Suddenly, the entire altar became silent again.
The big guys who came from Tokyo looked at Fang Xiaoyu longingly, for fear of offending him and causing the destruction of their ancestors.
At this time, Shanzuo Xiangbei, the leader of the Witchcraft Society who was watching from the sidelines, stood up and angrily shouted at the bosses of several major families: "No, we must not let this kid go."
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu deliberately pretended to be very embarrassed.
He smiled and nodded towards Yoshino Ichiro and the patriarchs of several other big families: "Everyone, I'm really sorry. I really want to negotiate with you and let your ancestors go, but it's a pity that someone wants to negotiate with me.
If you are against me, I can only pay compensation to the end."
As he spoke, his eyes intentionally looked at the leader of the Witchcraft Club not far away, on the left side of the mountain to the north.
"Damn Chinese boy, no matter what happens tonight, I will never let you run away again. You are dead!" Shanzuo Xiangbei gritted his teeth in anger.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled calmly, took out the military pot again, and shouted loudly: "The God of Joy, the God of Dharma, return to your place!"
"boom!"
With a loud noise, a line of green smoke drifted out from Fang Xiaoyu's weapon raising pot, and finally condensed into two Dharmakaya statues that were six meters high.
It was the Dharmakaya images of the God of Joy and the God of Dharma that appeared.
As soon as the two Yin God statues appeared, they immediately bowed respectfully towards Fang Xiaoyu.
"Smooth the front for me." Fang Xiaoyu pointed with his hand at the two helicopters parked on the lawn not far away.
"Hi!" The God of Dharma, the God of Joy, and the two Yin Gods responded in unison, and then walked forward step by step in neat steps.
Seeing this scene, the leader of the Witchcraft Society quickly grabbed the middle-aged man in police uniform and shouted loudly: "Quickly, notify the planes in the sky and use artillery to destroy these big pets.
.Destroy them, and Fang Xiaoyu will no longer be our opponent."
"Shut up! You idiot, didn't you see that, is that my grandfather?" Yoshino Ichiro angrily roared towards Shanzuo Xiangbei, the leader of the Witchcraft Club.
"So what if it's your grandfather?" Yamazuo shouted angrily at Yoshino Ichiro: "My grandfather is still controlled by this kid. But so what, I will still rebel against him. If you don't stop
If you kill this kid, you won't have another chance in the future."
"Then let's destroy you first! Listen to the God of Joy and the God of Dharma and destroy him!" Fang Xiaoyu smiled coldly and made a gesture towards the God of Joy and the God of Dharma not far away.
After receiving the order, Xishen immediately turned around, raised his feet and walked towards the left and north side of the master of the Witchcraft Society Hall.
Seeing the six-meter-tall Yin God statue walking towards him, the leader of the Witchcraft Club not far away turned pale with fear.
"No... no... destroy this Yin God. He has already rebelled..." Shan Zuo shouted loudly to the north, and at the same time, he grabbed a submachine gun from the hands of a special police officer next to him and pointed it towards the front.
The God of Joy not far away was shooting wildly.
"Tu tu tu tu..."
A long bullet hit the statue of God of Joy and immediately punched several holes in the statue of God of Joy.
Seeing this scene, Yoshino Ichiro was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "Stop, stop, that's my grandpa. Stop it, you idiot, stop it."
"go to hell!"
Suddenly, the God of Joy punched him towards the left and north of the mountain.
Seeing this, Shanzuo quickly ducked to the north and hid to one side.
"boom!"
A fist bigger than a basketball hit Shan Zuo Xiangbei's side, almost killing him. Fortunately, he escaped quickly, and the fist almost hit his clothes.
Shanzuo Xiangbei was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. He rolled on the spot and roared loudly: "Even if it is your ancestor, I will destroy him. Not only will I destroy this Yin God, but I will also destroy all the Yin gods here."
God was destroyed."
With red eyes, he picked up the gun and pointed it at the God of Joy, God of Wrath, Black God, White God, and Dharma God.
Seeing this scene, the Shoto family, Furushima family, Shanlin family and other bigwigs all started shouting.
"Hey! You can't."
"You can't fight! That's my grandfather!"
"You can't hurt my ancestors."
"Go to hell!" Shanzuo Xiangbei, the leader of the Witchcraft Club, was completely red-eyed, and he was shooting randomly with his gun.
"Tu tu tu tu..."
With a flurry of bullets, dozens of bullets hit the bodies of the Yin gods. (To be continued)