Chapter 392: The Fourth Regiment That Manipulates Corpses
Fu Yang didn't want to get into conflicts with these guys from the Pantheon Sect for the time being.
But what he didn't expect was that the wish was beautiful, but the reality was cruel...
Things are not what he wants to be!
Because of the trembling crowd in the open space directly in front of him, the tall Brother Xiong hesitated and struggled for a few times before finally sighing.
He took a few steps forward and mustered up the courage to look directly at the black-robed monsters.
"I don't know who you are, but you are definitely something ordinary people like us can't afford to offend! What little black wooden sign are you talking about? I don't know if it is this thing. The Queen of Darkness here once asked me to get it.
, I don’t know what your relationship is..."
This tall and fierce Brother Xiong also showed great fear in the face of unknown powerful forces. His words were a bit verbose and incoherent.
Then, he put his hand into the collar of his neck and took out a small black wooden sign half the size of a palm from the closest pocket!
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, preparing to hand it to the leader of the black-robed demon.
Fu Yang's pupils suddenly tightened!
He secretly thought in his heart: "The Dark Queen's order... In other words, what Wei Ke ordered these underground gang members to do is indeed related to the small black wooden sign that the All Gods Sect has come to ask for? I must get it!"
It seems that the desire not to conflict with the black-robed monsters like the Pantheon Cult has been in vain.
Fu Yang wanted to save Brother Xiong's life and snatch the small black wooden sign. It was a fierce battle of skills and he might not be able to escape.
"Master Xiong, I will immediately perform Thousand Machine Ghost Slash! Then you get the black wooden sign from the gang boss's hand..."
"Leave it to me, Mr. Fu! Don't worry, I will do the work."
Mr. Xiong's body is that of a cat, with clear steps and fleshy pads. He sneaks forward silently...
Sonorous, sonorous.
The metal glove wrapped on Fu Yang's left hand quickly deformed and turned into a long, narrow and sharp jet black magic sword Qianji Furious Sword!
Then he switched to his right hand and clenched it, aiming at the back of the leading black-robed demon from a distance of more than thirty meters.
"Huhu... I have never used Thousand Machine Ghost Slash in the air at such a long distance. I hope I can succeed in one fell swoop!"
He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and looked through the cracks in the rusty steel frame in front of him...
As he watched, the leading black-robed demon let out a ferocious and hoarse laugh. He left the other black-robed followers and strode forward, approaching Brother Xiong, reaching out to take the little black puppet.
"It's now!!!"
Sooner than later, Fu Yang's heart beat suddenly faster, and the power of the ghost surged instantly.
Qian Ji Ghost Dao Slash!
He swung the magic sword in his hand suddenly. A black gas condensed into a sword beam, covered with scales, and it passed directly through the gap of the abandoned steel frame. Then it slashed hard at the leading black-robed demon!
It was said that the other party was still more than two or three steps away from the frightened Brother Xiong, and he was suddenly shocked.
Um?
Turning around suddenly, he saw a fierce black sword slashing through the air!
"Damn it! Someone is actually plotting against me? Dare to ruin the good deeds of my Pantheon Sect!"
He roared angrily.
The evil black human bone magic weapon in his hand rotated and almost connected an arc-shaped black barrier.
clang!!!
There was a violent metallic tremor.
Thousand Machine Ghost Slash hit the black human bone magic weapon.
After all, he was blocked.
The demon in black robe felt his arms shake, and his mouth went numb. The magic weapon in his hand, the "Yin Demon Bone Rod", was cut with force and a deep sword mark was left. The white innermost bone was exposed...
"This person is very powerful! You guys, kill me!"
He let out a roar of shock and anger, causing the other black-robed men from the Pantheon Sect standing behind him to rush towards Fu Yang.
"No...this should be, swaying the tiger away from the mountain?!"
This guy is not stupid, he reacted instantly.
It's too late, it's too soon...
Almost at the moment he turned around.
A black and white shadow rushed out like a bolt of lightning from the dark corner where the dim incandescent light could not reach the side!
Jump up suddenly.
He grabbed the small black wooden sign in Brother Xiong's hand who was still in a dazed state, and then flipped his body several times in the air.
Finally, he landed lightly on the concrete floor not far away...
The black-robed demon took a closer look and saw that it was a big fat cat that looked like a panda!
It was holding the small black wooden sign in its mouth, and then red light emerged from its mouth and wrapped it securely.
Then he gurgled and swallowed it into his stomach!
"Hahaha! Silly, what you wanted was eaten by me. Are you very angry? Come on, come on, I'm waiting for you."
Mr. Xiong patted his belly proudly, laughing and mocking the other party.
As for the gang members at the back who were already as scared as chickens, they were even crying for their fathers and mothers at this time.
"Oh my God! The cat speaks human language? It's a monster!"
"Mom, I want to find my mother! I don't want to be eaten by monsters..."
"I'm only twenty-one years old, and I don't want to die yet. Monsters are too scary."
When Mr. Xiong heard these words, he was speechless for a while.
It turned around and roared.
"What a shame! I'm a good monster. Didn't I save you? Run away, you idiots, are you waiting here to be eaten by zombies? By the way, that stupid guy can't run too far, Master..."
Before the fat cat could finish speaking, he felt a terrifying spell coming.
Fortunately, the cat demon itself is the most sensitive among the monsters, relying on the instinctive reaction of the body. Mr. Xiong flicked his tail, driving his body to draw an arc in the air, and landed a few meters away.
A black light with the smell of a rotting corpse immediately hit the ground where Mr. Xiong was standing just now!
Puff puff...
The cement floor immediately softened like tofu, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid, etc., and was riddled with holes!
It turned out to be a spell shot by the black-robed demon with the human bone magic weapon in his hand.
"Fuck! What a powerful corpse poison. Are you stupid for playing with corpses? Come to think of it... Come to think of it, you are a member of the fourth group of the Pantheon Cult? Those disgusting damn guys who work with corpses.
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Twelve groups of gods!
Except for a few that overlap, most of the remaining groups have their own unique spells that they are good at!
As for the fourth group, its members are all good at manipulating all kinds of corpses.
Whether it is Xiangxi corpse exorcism, zombie manipulation, corpse puppet creation in puppet raising, reincarnation of demon corpses...
As long as it has something to do with corpses, whether they’re human, animal, or even monster!
Among the members of the fourth group of Pantheon Cult, there are different people who are good at it.
And now the guy who found the Black Bear Gang’s headquarters and interrogated him must be good at zombie manipulation! (Third update)