In the corner, that was where the Western Xuanmen practitioners were standing. Because there was a formation blocking them, Xiao Yu and the others could not see each other.
"Cullen, you come and continue to pray for God to descend. You must kill them in the formation and not let them come out."
The Western man who was injured before stood there with a proud expression. In his eyes, Xiao Yu and others were already dead.
"good…".
Another Western man came out from behind. Like the previous ones, he had yellow hair and blue eyes and was very handsome, but he was a little younger than the previous two.
"Careful, stay back."
The man stepped forward and as soon as his hand touched the black book, before he started praying, he heard the people behind him shouting.
Immediately afterwards, a strong force came from behind, trying to pull the man in front back, but it was too late.
A ray of white sword light flew forward without any hindrance, piercing the barrier between the two groups of men and horses, and severely scratched the man in front.
The man stood there blankly, and there was no movement for a while. At this moment, time seemed to have completely stopped.
"Cullen? Cullen?"
The Western man behind him pulled gently, and the yellow-haired man in front who was hit by the sword light was split in two from head to toe, with his internal organs and bones completely split into two, as if he had become two people.
"Cullen...".
Bull looked at the internal organs on the floor and screamed, but then a crisis enveloped him.
"retreat…".
Bull quickly retreated without any hesitation. The moment he fled, Guan Tianyue's wooden sword also flew towards him, but it missed the target.
"Very well, the sick man of China actually killed Cullen. I will kill them to avenge Cullen."
Bull's eyes were red, looking at the corpse on the ground, as if going crazy, he began to look left and right.
In the distance, a group of disciples from Qingyun Temple were standing, watching this scene nervously. Apparently, they were also frightened by Xiao Yu's attack.
"Chinese priest, if you want trophies, you must be prepared to sacrifice. Who among you is willing to sacrifice your soul for God to enjoy?"
Bull looked at the Taoist priest at Qingyun Temple and said without any expression on his face.
"What do you mean? We just have a cooperative relationship, why should we give up our souls?"
A Qingyun Temple disciple said somewhat displeasedly.
"Why, because of your greed, because you betrayed your friends and the country, so for the treasure, you must sacrifice your souls. In this case, God will send down greater punishment and kill those people."
Bull's face was expressionless, and even the leading man behind him showed no expression at all, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
"Sacrifice your soul, is this the plan of your Western Xuanmen?"
"What god needs soul sacrifice? Only the devil, only the devil, needs soul sacrifice."
Another Taoist said seriously.
"Be presumptuous, God is superior, you dare to say that God is the devil, I am God's most loyal servant, I sentence you to death."
When he heard the Taoist from Qingyun Temple talking about the devil, Bull jumped up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on. He pointed at the people at Qingyun Temple and cursed loudly.
Immediately afterwards, Bull pointed his finger at the Taoist who just said devil, and a wisp of black flew out from his hand. But in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the man's side, and then under the horrified gaze of the Taoist, it entered the other man's eyebrows.
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"Xiao Hu, Xiao Hu, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the Taoist beside them fall down, the expressions of all the Taoists in Qingyun Temple suddenly changed, and they pulled the man named Xiao Hu back.
"Anyone who insults God will die."
Bull snorted coldly, then hooked his fingers, and the black energy that had just entered the man's eyebrows flew out. Also brought out by the black energy was a struggling soul.
"Xiao Hu...".
Seeing that the soul of his disciple in the temple was taken away like this, a Taoist was furious, stretched out his hand in his arms, and a talisman flew out, trying to take back the soul, but as soon as the talisman got close to the black air, it was like
Like eggplants beaten by frost, they slowly fell to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, the soul of a living person is trapped. This is your Chinese Taoist's favorite thing to play. How do you feel now?"
Seeing the struggling soul, Bull immediately laughed and said.
"Yellow-haired ghost, what do you want to do?"
Behind Qingyun Temple, another monk stood up and shouted with some dissatisfaction.
Let's talk about Xiao Yu. With his attack just now, he found the location of the person in the Western Xuanmen, which made them excited immediately. But when the two of them got closer, there was nothing there again. It seemed that the attack just now was all fake.
of.
"Strange, I felt like I hurt someone just now, why is it gone?"
"My wooden sword also missed. They were indeed here just now."
Guan Tianyue said quietly beside him.
Xiao Yu folded his hands on his chest, where he stood, looked at it, and backed away two steps, "You step back, I'll try."
After saying that, Xiao Yu took out the wooden sword again, and then swung it out fiercely. The wooden sword flew out with a burst of sword light again and landed at the previous location. However, now, there was still a pile of stones and nothing was found.
"Did this formation change and move them to another place?"
These days, Xiao Yu feels a little too mysterious. In the past, they used to set up magic altars and use Taoism, but these days, they all rely on magic weapons. It seems that no one uses the magic altar or fights with magic anymore!
The member of the Western Xuanmen stood outside and looked at Xiao Yu inside. He couldn't help but sneer and said, "This silly boy thinks that we are just ordinary formations. Where will we stay so that he can't find us?"
"Bull, if you continue to cast spells, you must kill them."
Bull stepped forward again. In his hand, there was a white light group. Inside the light group was a human-like soul that was roaring, but no sound could be made.
"Devils, you are the devils, call out the soul of my junior brother."
Several Taoists banded together and pressed forward against several Western Xuanmen practitioners.
"If you have a dry tongue and step forward, he will be your fate."
"Amitabha, several priests, that's not what the ghosts you sent said when we first cooperated. Are you trying to burn bridges across rivers?"
Monk Mai walked out of the crowd, looked at the dozen Westerners, and said with some displeasure.
"Hmph, when we first cooperated, I asked you to consume those people's spiritual energy, but in the end, not only was the spiritual energy not consumed, but it was injured by others. What use are you wastes?"
The blond man standing behind Bull snorted coldly, quickly drew out the long knife from his waist, and slashed the Mai Yi monk in the head.
The other party fell out of favor faster than turning over a book, which made people at Qingyun Temple and Qianfo Temple a little unhappy.
So when they saw the opponent take action, they did not hesitate to take out their weapons and confront the opponent.
The blond man slashed with his knife, but the monk immediately dodged it, and then slapped the blond man with his palm.
"If you dare to play tricks on us, Western idiots, we will kill you today even if we die."
Monk Mai's face was gloomy, and he was deeply upset. He had just escaped from Xiao Yu, and now he was in the hands of the Western Xuanmen, which made him feel extremely angry.
