Chapter 480: The Lair of the Wushen Cult!

Chen Xiangwen and Yu Ruobing are innocent, but the Wushen Cult forcibly involved them.

If Fang Yu does not appear again, when the Immortal Clan arrives, Chen Xiangwen will most likely be assimilated into a member of the Immortal Clan and will never be able to transform back into a normal human being.

Ye Zhennan and Han Qi before are a living example.

After all, the holy water of the Witch God Cult is a human thing, and there must be a way to remove it.

As for the medicine provided by the Immortal Clan... it's hard to say.

"The western part of Huaibei...you have to use the teleportation talisman."

In Fang Yu's storage bag, there are several teleportation talismans made by Taoist Wuji obtained from the Flame Mountains.

He took out one of them and poured Qi into it.

"Hopefully it doesn't stray too far."

As Fu Di glowed, Fang Yu's mind settled.

The next second, Fang Yu's body glowed with light, and at the same time, his entire body disappeared.

…

There was dead silence in the church.

Chen Xiangwen hugged the weak Yu Ruobing, with both sadness and anger in his eyes.

On both sides of the church stood four bishops in black.

At the rear, there was a group of purple-robed men, at least twenty of them.

Everyone remained silent and stood upright, waiting for the arrival of the members of the Immortal Clan.

Not even two months after the two parties agreed to cooperate, the Witch God Sect has already obtained many unheard of and unseen good things from the Immortal Clan.

Including the scepter in the Archbishop's hand, it had all been taken back and blessed by the Immortal Clan, and the magic power contained in it was several times stronger than before.

With continuous benefits, the Witch God Cult has regarded the Immortal Tribe as its biggest partner.

Killing Fang Yu is the common idea of ​​the Witch God Sect and the Immortal Clan.

After about five minutes, the Archbishop suddenly stood up.

"Here they come."

In the church hall, a black circle appeared on the ground not far in front of Chen Xiangwen.

A figure appeared from it.

It was a humanoid figure, but more like the size of a child.

After the light dissipated, its appearance appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Its head was round, but without hair, and the area from its forehead to the back of its head was like obsidian, glowing with light. Except for the top of the head, the rest of the body is light pink.

It has two black eyes on its face and a thumb-sized mouth with no nostrils.

It has four limbs, and its feet only have two fingers, sticking to the ground like duck paws. The hands have no palms, just straight arms.

The whole form looks quite weird.

Even Chen Xiangwen, who was experienced, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw such a monster.

But the members of the Witch God Cult present bowed respectfully and saluted the monster: "Welcome Lord Heisha."

The monster known as Lord Heisha nodded, then turned and said, "I have brought the king's blood, who needs to take it?"

Its sound is quite strange, harsh but awkward, and it makes people get goosebumps when it stops.

"That's it." The archbishop came down from the high platform, walked to Heisha, and pointed at Chen Xiangwen.

"It's him?"

Heisha stared at Chen Xiangwen, with no expression on his strange face.

"His name is Chen Xiangwen, and he is known as Dark Shura. He is a rare strong man in the human world. After taking the blood of the Immortal King, he will definitely become the most powerful and kill Fang Yu..." the archbishop said.

"Does a mere human being want to become the strongest?" Heisha suddenly turned his head and looked at the Archbishop.

The archbishop's heart skipped a beat.

"The strongest will only appear in our immortal race, and lowly humans are only worthy of possessing us at our feet." Heisha said coldly.

"Yes, yes..." The archbishop immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.

Heisha turned to look at Chen Xiangwen.

Chen Xiangwen looked at Heisha with extremely solemn eyes.

This monster exuded a rather uncomfortable cold aura.

Heisha stretched out an arm.

The flesh on his arm suddenly squirmed, and a small black box was pushed out.

This box is obviously a container.

The flesh on the top of Heisha's arm condensed into the shape of a palm, and he handed the box to Chen Xiangwen.

"This is the blood of our Immortal King. After taking it, everything in the body will evolve into the appearance of our immortal creatures as much as possible, thus gaining power several times stronger than now." Heisha said coldly.

Chen Xiangwen looked at the small black box in front of him, feeling full of rejection.

It can be heard from Heisha's words that as long as he drinks the liquid in this black box, he will turn into a similar monster!

Chen Xiangwen's self-esteem and instinct do not allow him to do this!

Seeing that Chen Xiangwen was still reluctant to reach out and take the small black box, the archbishop beside him felt his heart skip a beat and immediately said: "Chen Xiangwen, if you don't want your wife to die tragically in front of you, just take it obediently..."

Before the archbishop finished speaking, Heisha suddenly raised his hand and motioned for him to shut up.

"If you don't really want to be a member of our Immortal Clan, then you are not qualified to drink the blood of the Immortal King." Heisha looked at Chen Xiangwen and said coldly, "But if I make this trip in vain, I have to give him some punishment. ”

As he spoke, Heisha's feet suddenly lifted up.

"boom!"

Chen Xiangwen was kicked in the cheek, and he flew up, rolled several times in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiangwen..." The weak Yu Ruobing shouted with heartache.

"Female human? Not bad."

Heisha stretched out his right hand towards Yu Ruobing.

Yu Ruobing was out of control, and her whole body was pulled in front of Heisha.

"I want this woman. Also, don't waste my time anymore, or I don't mind tearing you all apart." Heisha said coldly.

As he spoke, black halos appeared under his feet and under Yu Ruobing's body.

"Ruobing..."

Chen Xiangwen's face was covered in blood, and he struggled to raise his head and looked at Yu Ruobing, his eyes full of despair.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a golden beam of light shot in from the door of the church, hitting Heisha's chest as he was about to leave.

Heisha flew backwards and hit the disintegration leading to the platform behind him heavily, and a sound broke out.

The halos under his feet and under Yu Ruobing's body disappeared instantly.

Faced with the sudden attack, the archbishop was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Beware!"

The churchgoers in the entire church turned their heads and looked at the door together.

The archbishop held the scepter tightly, and the gem on the scepter glowed faintly, staring at the gate.

Soon, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.

It was Fang Yu in a black suit.

"Finally, I found the base camp." Fang Yu looked at the archbishop in front of him and smiled.

Fang Yu! ?

How could it be him! ?

When he saw Fang Yu, the archbishop's heart almost jumped out!

Didn't Fang Yu just fight with Chen Xiangwen in Nandu? How could he suddenly come to the church in the wilderness of western Huaibei? !

Not to mention how he knew the location, the speed alone couldn't be so fast!

As if knowing what the archbishop was thinking, Fang Yu said: "You have to know that this world is not only about teleportation."

The archbishop's heart was shocked, and he shouted loudly: "Do it now! Kill him!"

The black-robed cardinal and the purple-robed man in the church responded in unison and were about to cast a spell.

"Don't waste my time," Fang Yu blasted a palm forward.

"Boom!"

A scream sounded, and more than 20 purple-robed people fell out.

Fang Yu stepped forward.

At this time, the eight black-robed cardinals present walked to a place not far in front of Fang Yu, took out masks and put them on their faces.

Seeing the ghost masks on these people's faces, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Xuanming clan.

There is indeed a relationship between the Wushen Cult and the Xuanming clan.

For the black-robed cardinals, they may be several times stronger than before after wearing masks.

But in Fang Yu's eyes, there is no difference.

Fang Yu walked forward slowly.

The eight black-robed cardinals, after putting on masks, their auras soared.

They looked at Fang Yu vigilantly, and no one dared to take the initiative for a while.

"What are you doing? Hurry up..." the archbishop shouted.

It was not the eight black-robed cardinals who responded to the archbishop's roar, but Fang Yu's fist.

Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and punched forward.

"Pah!"

Fang Yu didn't wear the ethereal ring, but the power of this punch was enough to shatter the void!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the eight black-robed cardinals wearing ghost masks didn't even have the chance to scream, and all of them exploded!

Even the ground behind them collapsed!

As the whole church shook violently, blood splashed all over the sky!