Chapter 277: The Power of the Ethereal Ring!

As long as you resurrect the Holy Beast, and then we fight together, we will definitely be able to deal with Fang Yu!"

"This son has become the great enemy of our Witch God Sect, and now the opportunity is right, he must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

Yuan Shaoqin said, and the murderous aura on his body exploded in full force.

"Understood, Bishop. The eight purple-robed men replied in unison and retreated at the same time.

Yuan Shaoqin looked at Fang Yu, his heart moved, and he disappeared in place.

Fang Yu looked at the pile of monster corpse fragments in front of him, his brows furrowed.

The air was filled with a thick fishy stench, which was disgusting.

Fang Yu turned around and wanted to leave this place, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Yuan Shaoqin.

At this time, Yuan Shaoqin exuded a strong killing intent, and the black qi around his body was entangled.

"If you have time, I suggest going back and burying your pet, don't bother me. Fang Yu said lightly.

Yuan Shaoqin's face was gloomy, and anger burned in his heart.

Fang Yu in front of him is too arrogant!

How dare you call the sacred beast of the Witch God Cult a pet?

"Fang Yu, I said, you can't change the ending of death!"

As Yuan Shaoqin spoke, more and more black qi emanated from his body, and he was about to envelop the neighborhood.

"I don't like the environment that is too dark. ”

Fang Yu said, waving his hand forward.

"Boom!"

A huge force blasted towards Yuan Shaoqin.

The burst of black gas was immediately shot away.

But Yuan Shaoqin has disappeared.

In the next second, Yuan Shaoqin appeared behind Fang Yu, holding a spike glowing with cold light in his hand, stabbing at Fang Yu's back.

But Fang Yu seemed to have expected it, turned around and grabbed the spike, and smashed a punch into Yuan Shaoqin's cheek.

"Smack!"

The punch smashed into the air.

Yuan Shaoqin's figure turned into a wisp of black qi and floated in the air.

After that, every trace of black qi that dispersed slowly increased, condensing a human figure in the air.

After the black qi dissipated, around Fang Yu, ten Yuan Shaoqin appeared.

"W-what kind of spell is this!?"

The warriors in the distance were shocked when they saw this scene.

"It should be some kind of advanced body technique, but it can appear ten avatars at the same time...... It's too strong. A martial artist said.

"You see, these ten clones can also make different movements, it's not just an illusion!" another grandmaster exclaimed.

At this time, the ten Yuan Shaoqins who surrounded Fang Yu began to pinch different magic seals in their hands, as if they wanted to use some kind of spell.

"Boom!"

At this time, Fang Yu's body erupted with a wave of qi, spreading towards the surroundings.

The ten Yuan Shaoqins who were standing around were instantly shocked out by this wave of qi.

Ten Yuan Shaoqins all turned into black gas and floated in the air.

Then, one figure after another was condensed again.

This time, a total of twenty Yuan Shaoqin appeared.

Fang Yu threw out another punch, destroying these twenty Yuan Shaoqin.

But the black qi dispersed again, and thirty Yuan Shaoqin were condensed!

Endless!

The warriors in the distance were all stunned at this time.

In this world, there is such a magical magic!?

Mastering this technique, not to mention whether you can defeat the other side, at least you can be invincible!

"When this fellow Daoist fought against that monster, he must have consumed a lot of True Qi. Now in the face of Yuan Shaoqin's difficult technique, I am afraid that the situation is not good. A martial artist said in a deep voice, "We should work together to assist that fellow Daoist against Yuan Shaoqin." ”

As soon as this Martial Venerable opened his mouth, he immediately obtained the consent of several other surviving Martial Venerables and Grandmasters.

The monster was dead, and the fear in their hearts was gone.

Now, it's time to settle accounts with the Cult of the Witches!

But just as several warriors were about to make a move, there were bursts of screams from behind.

When he turned around, he saw more than a dozen sect disciples falling to the ground behind him.

Their faces were frightened, and their skin lost its bloody color......

It's exactly the same as before!

Seeing this scene, the faces of several martial artists and grandmasters changed greatly.

Yuan Shaoqin is obviously fighting Fang Yu, who is it......

At this time, a Grandmaster noticed that in the distant sky, eight purple-robed people were working together.

They clasped their hands together and chanted the Dharma.

"They did it, we ......"

Before the Grandmaster could finish his words, his voice stopped abruptly, his expression was pained and frightened, and he fell to the ground.

The color of blood on the skin disappears at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Several Martial Venerables who watched this Grandmaster fall to the ground were about to speak.

But at this time, the screams behind him continued.

One person after another fell, extremely fast!

If it goes on like this, Yuan Shaoqin's words will soon come true.

All the martial artists who enter the Falling Immortal Valley will die!

......

"Master......" Liu Liansha watched a large number of warriors die in the rear, and her delicate body trembled.

The situation has just improved, and in the blink of an eye, it has taken a sharp turn for the worse!

I thought that the monster was dead and they were saved.

But now, it has fallen into another terrifying abyss!

With the speed at which the group is dying, it will soon be her turn!

"I don't want to die yet, Master, I don't want you to die either......" Liu Liansha couldn't bear this fear anymore and couldn't help crying.

Su Lengyun stretched out her hand, touched her cheek, and did not speak.

......

There were more and more Yuan Shaoqin around Fang Yu, and there were already nearly fifty or sixty at this time.

At this time, Fang Yu heard screams and cries coming from a distance.

What happened?

Fang Yu frowned slightly, looked into the distance, and only saw a group of corpses lying on the ground.

"Blood sacrifice?"

Fang Yu suddenly realized something, turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, and saw the eight purple-robed people who were urging the Blood Sacrifice Great Array.

If these people were not stopped, Su Lengyun and her disciples would probably also be drained of their blood souls.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu wanted to move and rushed towards the eight purple-robed people.

"You think you can go?"

Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin spoke at the same time, and there was some kind of soul power in his voice, which shocked people's souls.

"Soon you will also sacrifice your blood soul to me to teach the Holy Beast, until then, stay here. ”

Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin sneered and stretched out a right hand at the same time.

The fingertips of each finger shot out a thread of silver light at the same time, wrapping around Fang Yu's body.

Dozens of Yuan Shaoqin did the same thing, and hundreds of silver threads were wrapped around Fang Yu's body.

This kind of thread is not an ordinary thread, but a soul beam thread made of a special material.

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