Chapter 246: The Witch God Descends to the World (Ask for Subscription, Reward)

At the moment when the jade pendant on Luo Xue's neck shattered, not only Gu Bei, the deity, felt Luo Xue's crisis, but also the doppelganger Gu Er clearly sensed it.

Gu Bei left home angrily, Gu Er also shook his figure, left the ancestral house of the Wang family, and the two went to the 01 villa in the Jinjiang luxury villa area one after another.

The burgundy figure that suddenly appeared in front of Gu Bei and the two was Gu Bei's doppelganger Gu Er.

Seeing Gu Er's arrival, Gu Bei did not hesitate at all, directly retracted his fist, and flew towards the roof of Villa 02 with Luo Xue in his arms.

After falling, Gu Bei waved his right arm, and a ban was instantaneous, wrapping Gu Bei and Luo Xue.

Lay Luo Xue flat, and Gu Bei concentrated on treating Luo Xue.

As for Gu Er's old sacrifice alone, Gu Bei was not worried at all.

Gu Er, who devoured the ancestral demon and forged his body with blood, was transformed by the breath of nature, and his cultivation had already advanced by leaps and bounds, and at this moment he was already in the middle realm of Jindan, which was a big realm higher than the deity.

Gu Er's strength, naturally, didn't say.

If even this old sacrifice can't be defeated, there is really no need for Gu Er's clone to exist.

The tall pagoda crashed into it in an instant, and the old priest's happy and crazy laughter came from behind.

However, with such a powerful attack, Gu Er was not only not afraid, but his bewitching handsome face even kept a disdainful evil smile, and the blood and qi around his body suddenly swelled, and he quickly raised his right arm.

The right hand clenched into a fist, and a stream of blood immediately swirled around the fist of the right hand.

As the blood qi continued to fill, Gu Er's right fist swelled at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, what was a normal fist swelled up to the size of a water tank, and what was shocking was that this fist was no longer the normal color of skin, but turned into a bloody fist.

The red blood swirled around the fist, as if it was just a layer of skin wrapped in a lot of blood.

In the blood, there is great strength.

As the bloody fist burst out, Hu Canlai immediately made a deafening roar, and in the entire villa, the residents of the community who were sleeping or chatting were shocked and unconscious.

Even the little security guard guarding the door has long been paralyzed next to the surveillance video, unconscious.

Click, click, click!

The blood fist passed, and the void collapsed directly.

"Eat me with a punch! Look at your tower is hard, or my fist is better!"

Rumble!

As Gu Er's unruly shouts came, the huge blood fist slammed into the pagoda.

There was a loud bang, which shook the heavens and the earth, and the whole community seemed to have an earthquake.

Blood fist to, pagoda fly!

Under the blow, the pagoda was immediately knocked out by the bloody fist, and the gloomy black smoke escaping from the pagoda was even half dispersed.

The old priest immediately felt his heart tremble, and his five organs were in sharp pain, and he was immediately counterattacked, and spurted out black blood with a "poof".

The small and narrow eyes shone with horror, and the old priest retreated, and asked angrily: "Who is Your Excellency, and why do you want to meddle in this matter?!"

"Well, that's kind of interesting!"

In the middle of Jin Dan, he almost threw a punch with all his strength, but he couldn't smash the tower, Gu Er's strange face was immediately slightly stunned, and then he muttered, the red figure flickered, and the blood fist suddenly lengthened, and continued to bombard towards the pagoda.

Rumble!

The pagoda was thrown away again, still intact.

But the old priest spurted out a mouthful of black blood again, his expression was even more wilted, and his thin face couldn't hide his horror: "This sacrifice is the master of Miao Wu in Southern Xinjiang, and it is also the elder of the outer gate of the Holy Witch Sect. Aren't you afraid of the Holy Witch Sect's retaliation?!"

The power of the Blood Fist was stronger than the impact of the pagoda, which made the old priest terrified in his heart, and was seriously counterattacked by the magic weapon.

The old priest who was afraid in his heart knew that he was not the opponent of this young man in red at all.

And this red-clothed young man was able to knock his treasures away again and again by relying entirely on his physical strength, indicating that this young man's cultivation was at least at the peak of the Yuangang realm, and it was even very likely to be the realm of immaculateness.

So, the old priest threw out his identity, as well as the unknown hidden identity, in the hope of being able to scare the young man away.

The master of Miao Wu in Southern Xinjiang, this identity is strong enough.

And the identity of the elder of the outer sect of the Holy Witch Sect is even more powerful. Since this young man has reached such a powerful realm, he should not have heard of the Holy Witch Sect.

"Holy Witch Sect, what the hell, I haven't heard of it!"

An evil smile appeared at the corner of Gu Er's mouth, a red shadow flickered, and the bloody fist continued to chase the pagoda and bombard away.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound was endless, the pagoda was bombarded by the strong force of a punch, and the old priest was constantly subjected to serious backlash, and the old body kept shaking, almost falling from the air.

The gloomy black qi around the pagoda had already been dispersed by Gu Er's bloody fist.

The pagoda finally couldn't withstand the bombardment of the powerhouse of the Jindan Realm, and gradually there was a sound of "click" shattering.

"Linglong Tower, the old man's Linglong Tower!"

The old priest withered and stretched out his five fingers tremblingly, and roared with tears in his eyes, "Stop, stop!"

This exquisite pagoda is his natal weapon, feeding Gu and raising Gu, and the imperial weapon hurts people, all relying on it.

Now, he was bombarded by this young man in red, and cracks appeared frequently, almost breaking and shattering.

How could the old priest not be afraid in his heart, how could he not be flustered.

"Boom!"

Gu Er gathered his strength, and another blood-colored fist bombarded him.

"Don't, old man's pagoda!"

In the angry and reluctant eyes of the old priest, and the grief-stricken cry, the pagoda exploded with a bang.

The old priest fought with his life to quickly snatch the thin body of the pagoda, and was directly blown away.

In mid-air, black blood spilled ~~

"Made, after all, it's still Lao Tzu's fist, it's harder!"

Gu Er took a sip and burst into a foul mouth in anger.

Gu Bei didn't know how to create such a strange clone, not only was he almost demonic in appearance, but even his personality was very different from his own deity.

This doppelganger, the personality is a little evil, and even a little uninhibited, which is very different from the maturity and stability of the body of the deity.

However, the natal magic weapon was destroyed, the old priest did not die immediately, he was covered in black blood, trembling and standing up from the pile of rocks, his eyes were pitch black, staring at Gu Er in mid-air, and his hoarse voice came word by word: "Yes...... You...... Force...... Old man...... of!"

As the old priest's words came out, his hands, which had dried up into matchsticks, slowly stretched out, ignoring his embarrassed and tattered image of dress.

The hands quickly formed seals, and one after another marks full of anger took shape, and the old priest suddenly spewed out a mouthful of essence blood towards the superimposed marks, and shouted hoarsely in his mouth: "Miao Wu Wu God, come to the world!"

He's using a secret technique, the art of summoning!

(End of chapter)