The other party will not show mercy just because you have an A-level cultivator, because they also have an A-level.

And because it was invaded, there was such a good opportunity to weaken the enemy, and it was reasonable to let him leave unharmed.

In this way, there is a default rule among the various countries with A-level cultivators, that is, the maximum can only send C-level into the other party's territory, otherwise one will die and one will die, and two will die and one will die.

As for those second-rate countries, needless to say, Class B is their lifeblood, and it is impossible to send them out until the most critical moment.

"Dare to come to Huaxia to make trouble, I don't know if this pigskin is as hard as my bullets!"

Wang Yan sneered, and murderous intentions were everywhere in his heart.

No matter what kind of country he is in Western Europe, no matter what he is in South Asia, don't even think about leaving alive.

After separating from Wang Yan, Wang Situ came to the vicinity of this Taoist temple according to the intelligence.

It's a pity that after coming here, Wang Situ didn't find any traces of foreign cultivators, only found an old Taoist priest who had already lost his breath. I thought it might be that the devil was too cunning and had fled before he arrived, but after a careful search, Wang Situ didn't find any clues.

By this time, Wang Situ had finally come to his senses, but it was already too late.

Accompanied by a charge. With the sound of guns, hundreds of cultivators of different ranks surrounded him from all directions, tightly blocking him in this mountain col.

These cultivators are not from one side of the force, the onmyoji and ninja of Dongying, the beast transformation of the rice country, and the semi-mechanical transformation of the rice country. There are also some old guys in black robes with wrinkled faces, looking at their eerie appearance of half dead, nine times out of ten they are from Southeast Asia.

Mi Guo and Huaxia have always had grudges, and Dongying needless to say, as long as there is an opportunity, he will definitely stab Huaxia in the back. As for the young people in Southeast Asia, they are like hyenas on the grassland, and they are not much worse than Dongying.

In addition to these hundreds of cultivators, there was also a large group of mercenaries in camouflage uniforms around. Hand-held charge. Gun, with a grenade pinned to the waist. Bullet, at a glance, you know that it is a professional.

But then again, with Huaxia's degree of control over firearms and monitoring of outsiders, how did hundreds of mercenaries get in?

The strength of these cultivators was uneven, the strongest was barely C-level, and the weakest was twice as strong as ordinary people.

However, there were too many of them, plus the hundreds of mercenaries outside, if Wang Situ couldn't get out in a short time, it would definitely be a dead end, so he desperately escaped from the Taoist Temple amid countless attacks with injuries.

Narrowly avoided countless charges. After the bullet of the gun, Wang Situ took out his mobile phone and called Wang Yan for help. It's just that before he could say two words, Wang Situ felt a sense of crisis suddenly appear, and a sniper bullet was fired at an unusually tricky angle. Under the crisis, Wang Situ turned his body to avoid the attack, but the mobile phone was hit by a bullet and was directly scrapped.

"Don't get out of the, or none of you will want to live in peace!"

Wang Situ roared angrily, completely giving up the plan to escape, but turned around and retreated to the Taoist temple to fight with these people.

Wang Situ, who was completely enraged, brought out all the madness of the Heavenly Master's own grandson, and waved the long sword in his hand wildly, killing him when he touched it, and hurting him when he touched it, no one dared to approach, but he was constantly harassing around.

A D-class ninja was accidentally touched by Wang Situ's long sword, and a large piece of flesh was instantly cut off from his arm.

"What should I do?"

"I'll go up and get his attention, you will gather fire and kill him, and no matter how bad it is, you will seriously injure him!"

A hint of madness flashed in the eyes of the ninja with half of his arm gone, and he rushed forward with what he thought was a powerful word.

"For the glory of the Yamato nation!"

"For the glory of your paralysis!"

A sword slashed off the head of the ninja who was looking for death, and Wang Situ burst into a frenzy.

"You bunch of garbage came to surround Lao Tzu, and one of them still has the face to say glory? Your ancestors' faces have been disgraced! ”

"Yaga!"

Hearing Wang Situ's roar, a Dongying Onmyoji hiding behind the crowd shouted angrily, and even bit the tip of his tongue directly and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Come out, my most powerful Shikikami, the nocturnal ghost!"

This Dongying Onmyoji roared wildly, and saw the blood spurting out of it twist for a while, gradually changing into a crimson demon, and the aura on the onmyoji's body quickly withered with the appearance of the nocturnal ghost.

"Hahaha...... This is a C-rank Shikigami who may not lose to you even if you fight head-to-head! Die, lowly Shina! ”

A sickly flush suddenly appeared on the onmyoji's pale face, which was pale due to excessive consumption, and he looked up to the sky and roared, his face full of madness.

In fact, it is these Dongying cultivators who hate Wang Situ the most, and the old heavenly master fought with his life to kill the cultivators of Dongying many years ago. Although in the end, he and the Living Buddha of Wutai Mountain were seriously injured and dying, and the Corpse King of Bishan fell into a deep sleep, but all the cultivators above the C level in Dongying were also lost, and the entire cultivation world in Dongying fell into depression for a while.

Years of recuperation have made the Dongying cultivation world recover a lot, and a few B-level onmyoji and ninjas have appeared, but this cannot erase the resentment in the hearts of the Dongying people, but it has become more vigorous over time.

"Jumping beam clown, even if all of you lowly widows come, it will be a dead end!"

Seeing the nocturnal ghost attacking, Wang Situ snorted coldly with disdain, and under the shock of the internal force around his body, he stabbed towards Shishen's chest with a fierce sword.

Wang Situ's movements were lightning fast, but some things were far faster than a sword.

I felt a strong sense of crisis suddenly appear, followed by a dull sound from afar.

"Bang!"

Bones shattered, blood spilled all over the sky. Accompanied by the minced flesh flying around, a bullet carried an incomparably terrifying kinetic energy to tear through the air, directly clearing out the space of one meter around the ballistic.

The nocturnal ghost who Dongying had high hopes for couldn't stop it, and was directly smashed to pieces.

"How could it be ......"

This Onmyoji had a face full of disbelief, the nocturnal ghost he summoned with all his strength was the best among the C-class gods, not to mention that he also strengthened it with Shouyuan. Although it didn't reach grade B, it was not far away.

But such a powerful Shikigami was shot to pieces with a single shot.

"What a terrible gun!"

Looking at the road that was about one meter wide and more than ten meters long, paved with flesh and bones, even Wang Situ's heart felt afraid.

With this terrifying power, it is estimated that even if a B-rank cultivator comes, he will have to die! A-level cultivators may be able to resist the past, but they have to peel off their skin.