Fu Yang and Master Xiong, who were approaching the dark shaman with a ferocious smile, were stunned when they heard what he said.
"The Punisher...is he a top member of the war group under the Pantheon?"
Fu Yang was surprised.
He remembered the two guys Tu Wuwei and Tu Wuwei who finally appeared to rescue Qin Mei at the altar of the Bliss Sacred Tree under the forestry field of Jiangcheng University.
Tu Wuwei claimed to be the deputy leader of the third regiment of the Pantheon Religion, and Na Tu Wuwei claimed to be the punishment officer of the third regiment!
Inferring from this, this so-called punishment officer should be the third-ranking figure in a war group under the Pantheon Religion, after the leader and deputy leader?
"Brother Fu, hurry up and do it! Don't worry about him, kill this guy first."
Mr. Xiong reacted, sneered and rushed over.
good!
Fu Yang also took action with all his strength.
It's too late, but it's too soon, at this critical moment...
boom!!!
The passenger door of the most luxurious black sports car in the distance suddenly opened.
A yellow shadow, blurry and as fast as lightning, suddenly rushed towards this side.
"Fuck! Sure enough, there is still a monster from the Ten Thousand Gods Cult who hasn't come out yet. I'll stop him. Mr. Fu, kill him quickly!"
Mr. Xiong roared and turned into a black figure as fast as lightning, rushing towards the yellow shadow.
Maoshan Flying Sickle Curse!
Fu Yang's body was filled with Taoist spiritual energy. He tapped his fingers in the air and drew the symbols so fast that they left afterimages in the air.
Swish, brush, brush!!!
Dozens of sickle-shaped shadows flew away and were surrounded from all directions, almost becoming a sea of sickles.
This is because as Fu Yang's magic power becomes stronger and stronger, his soul becomes stronger and stronger, and his control of Taoism becomes more refined!
The Flying Scythe Curse almost turned into a whirlpool, leaving the guy who controlled the wild wolf soul with almost no way to escape. He could only continue to shout "Sir, the Punisher, save me", but was still hit by Fu Yang's Taoist magic...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless sickles quickly cut and strangled his body. Although there was no external injury, the connection between the body and the soul had been completely severed.
boom!
He fell straight backwards like a piece of wood.
There is no sound. In a sense, it is no different from death.
On the other hand, Mr. Xiong has collided hard with that yellow shadow!
It was covered in a blood-red demonic aura, and had cast a Buddhist Vajra spell. It was as hard as steel, and could probably kill a living tiger with force.
boom!
Mr. Xiong's chubby body was knocked backwards.
Fortunately, the yellow shadow was also knocked away by Mr. Xiong and turned into a ball of light yellow smoke.
He quickly flew back into the black sports car...
"Fuck! This bastard is so hard!"
It burst out a curse word in the air.
Then he crashed into Fu Yang's arms and was saved.
"I don't know if that thing is hard or not, but fat cat, you are really heavy! It's really time to lose weight."
Fu Yang hugged Mr. Xiong and staggered for several steps before he stood still, grinning.
"The intensity of a casual blow can reach this level! Boy Fu, that guy who played with the wolf soul is not cheating. I guess the punishment officer of the ninth regiment of the Pantheon Religion is really here! It's a bit troublesome..."
The Punishment Officer of the Ninth Regiment of the Pantheon Religion!
There are a total of twelve regular combat groups under the Pantheon Religion. Each group has a leader, a deputy leader, and a punishment officer, who are the first, second, and third leaders respectively.
Now, the execution officer of the Ninth Regiment of All Gods actually arrived in one of the black sports cars!
Fu Yang's expression became solemn.
The more you know about the supernatural world, the more you know what a giant the Pantheon Sect is. As the punishment officer of the Ninth Regiment, his strength is at least that of the late Sanlu Zhenren!
Under normal circumstances, Fu Yang and Master Xiong would be almost irresistible...
One person and one cat, staring intently at the most luxurious black sports car, ready to go.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of applause came from the car.
At the same time, there was a deep male voice.
"Not bad, not bad! A young man in his twenties, and a cat demon who has not yet broken through to the Demon Lord level, were able to kill three of my group members relatively easily. I am very optimistic about you, why not hand over the Tiangang Xuan
Qi Ling, how about joining our Pantheon Cult?"
Along with these pretentious words, a guy dressed very strangely came out of the car.
I saw that he was actually wearing yellow animal skin clothes and animal skin skirt!
There are some knots made of hay tied around the body, and on the head is an animal mask with an ancient monster face and narrow eyes. There are three long feathers on the head.
He also held a black totem stick in his hand, which looked shabby and older than those of the three dark shamans before. There was a pattern of some kind of animal carved on it, which should be a totem from his tribe.
This is the typical shaman dress from the Tunguska region in Northeast China, Mongolia and the Caucasus Mountains!
The attire of the Indian shamans in North America is somewhat similar, but still somewhat different...
He is very powerful, but he is not even 1.6 meters tall, so he is very short.
Mr. Xiong pointed at him and laughed.
"Little dwarf! I tell you, don't pretend to be cool, otherwise you will be struck by lightning! Your uncle is so small, his anus is probably too small, right? Grandpa Xiong is not happy to poke him. I guess one is twenty or thirty.
A 5-pound catfish is almost as big as your entire body..."
Although he knew that the executioner of the Ninth Regiment in front of him was probably very powerful, Mr. Xiong still laughed and cursed, swearing profusely. He was not timid at all.
The other party was not angry at all, he just said in a calm tone.
"I... Urgenqi! I am the executioner of the ninth regiment of the Pantheon Religion. I am also the shaman chief priest of a powerful tribe between the black mountains and white waters. Today, I will grant you death!"
Fu Yang shrugged. The way he said this and the way he announced his family status made him really a pretentious person...
"Stop talking nonsense! Fuck you!"
Mr. Xiong roared and rushed out first.
It is very fast and is very good at using its speed to continuously engage in guerrilla tactics with its opponents. It can hit and run away, which consumes the opponent's strength.
Fu Yang, on the other hand, attacks ferociously and opens and closes widely, quite like a Taoist master!
"Oh, you are indeed young. The ignorant are fearless... I will let you know what fear is."
The punishment officer stamped the totem stick in his hand hard on the ground.
He was chanting strange and fast incantations, which should belong to the ancient tribal language of the Northeast, giving him an aura of vicissitudes of life and wilderness.
At the same time, a stream of yellow smoke came out from the top of the totem stick and rushed towards Master Xiong!
It fell to the ground and turned into the shape of some kind of animal, and then puffed out a stream of darker yellow gas from its butt, shooting towards Mr. Xiong like an arrow!
An indescribable stench suddenly filled a large area.
As soon as Mr. Xiong smelled it, he almost vomited on the spot.
Swear directly!
"What a bastard! This is the punishment officer of the ninth regiment of the Pantheon Cult. The totem beast worshiped by the tribe is actually a weasel. It stinks!"
Fu Yang was also a little surprised and speechless.
I originally thought that as an awesome punishment officer, the totem beast soul he worshiped and manipulated should be a very ferocious and powerful animal. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a weasel. The third update! There are 2 left.