Fu Yang lowered his head, and the couple's eyes met.
"Tell me, is Xu Xinyi's plan reliable?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be very reliable. According to Bai Lao and Master Maoshan, the catastrophe of heaven and earth will come in about ten to twenty years. So before that, let us severely cut off the minions of the Pantheon Sect.
Well. This is also something that benefits the common people."
Fu Yang's expression was firm.
Mr. Xiong next to him was also gnashing his teeth: "Yes! Especially the bloody thing like the first group of gods. When I catch him, I will definitely let him know what life is worse than death. That is not a chrysanthemum."
The chrysanthemum has disappeared!"
It made a vicious stabbing motion with its claws.
It seems that this damn fat cat must have some stories, maybe a very painful experience...
Fu Yang remembered that when he and Ah Huang went to the Purple Mountain Ghost Market for the first time, Mr. Xiong lost control of his emotions on the spot because he saw the Wuji Bone Token on Qin Mei.
From this, it can be seen that this fat cat must have a deep resentment towards the Pantheon Cult - especially the bloody and violent sons of the Pantheon First Group.
Fu Yang raised his hand towards Master Xiong's head...
What are you doing?!
The fat cat was startled and instinctively wanted to hide - it thought Fu Yang was going to slap it on the head three times in a row.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yang just gently patted its back: "Damn fat cat, don't worry. The All Gods Sect owes you, and big brother will definitely help you find your place! We are common enemies, let's fight together."
An imperceptible touch flashed in Master Xiong's eyes. But he quickly cursed: "Damn it, Mr. Fu, how dare you take advantage of me? Dare you call yourself my eldest brother? I'll bite you to death!"
Saying that, this guy actually bit Fu Yang's ass...
puff!
Fu Yang just farted.
"Fake! It stinks."
Mr. Xiong screamed on the spot, fell down in the grass with stars in his eyes, foaming at the mouth.
Fu Yang scratched his head: "Is it that exaggerated?"
Wei Ke flew away in a swish, leaving behind a sentence that echoed in the air: "Stinky idiot, it really stinks. I went to play with the sweet-smelling Cortana. You can sleep alone tonight."
While Xu Xinyi, Fu Yang and others met quietly and mysteriously to discuss the plan to "lead the snake out of the hole", let us turn our attention to another place...
Pantheon Religion!
This is a dark and strange place. It is vaguely the interior of a huge building. The architectural style seems to have a bit of a Western castle feel, but the overall structure is still based on ancient Chinese palaces combined with some Taoist architectural elements.
The long and empty corridor is dozens of meters high. On both sides of the corridor are large standing stone pillars, embossed with various frightening patterns of monsters and monsters. They are all dark red in color... like dried blood.
!
There are even lanterns suspended in the air all around, floating faintly.
The red paper shell, the red firelight... gave everything a smell and taste of blood. There was an inexplicable sticky feeling, like walking in blood.
It makes people sick!
Ta da da, da da da...
Crisp footsteps sounded from the end of the long and narrow corridor.
A tall and thin man in black robes, wearing a hood - a standard member of the Pantheon Cult, is walking towards this side. Around his waist is a golden waistband. In front of him is a skull-shaped waist.
Buckle - look carefully, there will be an embossed word "一" on it, and the serial number "四" below!
This means that the identity of the visitor is the number four figure in the first group of gods.
It’s definitely a high-ranking position!
Because, second only to the leader of the First Wan Shen Regiment, Xue Lizi, the deputy leader, and the No. 3 Punishment Officer. It can be said that regardless of strength, just in terms of status and resources that can be mobilized, he is probably worse than the No. 3 Punishment Officer.
There are more group leader-level figures behind the group, and they are even more powerful.
He walked silently in the long and narrow corridor filled with blood, like a silent black ghost.
Sudden!
boom……
There was a sound of flames exploding, and a ball of blood-red flames exploded in the void ahead. Called a flame, it was more like a flower of blood that suddenly bloomed!
Weird, terrifying, thrilling... it reveals an inexplicable visual shock and impact. It also exudes a fishy and salty stench.
The blood-red flames rolled up in the air, then suddenly fell towards the ground, and also turned into a human form.
This figure is very weird! The body proportions look very uncoordinated.
Because he is two meters tall, but he is as skinny as a stick, and his body is very narrow. The wide black robe of the Pantheon Cult is worn on his body, as if it is shrouded in a layer of skeleton bones.
On the Wuji Bone Order directly in front of his waist, there is a small word "Lu" - indicating that he is the sixth figure in the First Regiment of Ten Thousand Gods.
The tall and thin figure of No. 6 blocked No. 4's path.
"Jie Jie Jie... Isn't this our No. 4? The way he walks is really annoying."
However, No. 4 ignored him at all, as if he didn't hear him. He still strode towards the front of the corridor, his footsteps colliding with the smooth stone floor, making a clicking sound.
No. 6 suddenly froze, as if he couldn't believe that this guy dared to ignore him at all! He passed him directly without even turning his head.
He immediately yelled at No. 4’s back angrily.
"You damn guy, stop! Hahaha. You are just a zero-group rebel who defected from outside. How dare you show off in front of me? I think you are tired of living. You really think you own us.
Have you qualified as No. 4 in the First Regiment of All Gods?"
"If it hadn't been for the punishment officer to protect you, you would have been nothing more than a little gangster. Is it so easy to be a high-ranking member of the Pantheon Religion? What's more... who knows if you sneaked in on purpose?
Are you an undercover spy?"
oh?!
Number 4 of the First Regiment of All Gods finally stopped when he heard the provocative and heart-wrenching words of Number 6. Then a deep and hoarse voice came from under the black hood.
"A disgusting fly is worthy of squeaking in front of me. Should I ignore this fly, or should I just slap it to death?"
What?!
When No. 6 heard this, his face became gloomy. On his head under the hood, there was actually a pair of blood-red eyes with smelly rotten blood flowing outward - this was the sign whenever he was angry.
He suddenly took off the hood on his head, and there was a bloody storm all around, and terrifying mana fluctuations spread out. A pair of blood-red eyes, like an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of hell, stared at No. 4 in front of him.
back.
He said angrily: "I wonder if he is an undercover spy and a guy who rose to power by relying on connections dares to slander me like this? In that case, I will teach you a lesson today. So that you, who have just surrendered to my greatness, can
The brats from the divine sect know that our ranking is based on seniority, but more on our own strength."