"As long as you resurrect the holy beast and then we will take action together, we will definitely be able to deal with Fang Yu!"

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

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

"I understand, bishop." The eight men in purple robe replied in unison. They retreated back at the same time.

Yuan Shaoqin looked at Fang Yu, thoughts moved and disappeared from the spot.

Fang Yu looked at the pieces of the monsters in front of him and frowned.

The air was filled with a strong fishy smell, which was disgusting.

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

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

"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 his heart was filled with anger.

Fang Yu in front of him is too arrogant!

How dare you call the holy beast of the Witch God Sect a pet?

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

As Yuan Shaoqin spoke, the black air was emitting more and more, and it was about to cover the surroundings.

"I don't like a dark environment."

Fang Yu said, waved his hand forward.

"boom!"

A huge force blasted towards Yuan Shaoqin.

The black air was immediately dispersed.

But Yuan Shaoqin has disappeared.

The next second, Yuan Shaoqin appeared behind Fang Yu, holding a thorn with a cold light in his hand, and poked Fang Yu's back.

But Fang Yu seemed to have expected it, so he turned around and grabbed the spike and punched Yuan Shaoqin in the cheek.

"Bang!"

This punch broke the silence.

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

Then, every black air that dispersed slowly increased, and a human form condensed in the air.

After the black gas dissipated, ten Yuan Shaoqins appeared around Fang Yu.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The warriors in the distance were shocked to see this scene.

"It should be some kind of advanced body technique, but it can appear ten incarnations at the same time... it is too strong." said a martial master.

"Look, these ten clones can still make different actions, it is not just an illusion!" another master 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 magic.

"boom!"

At this time, a wave of air burst out from Fang Yu's body, spreading around.

The ten Yuan Shaoqins standing around were instantly shocked by this wave of air.

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

Then, one figure after another condensed.

This time, a total of twenty Yuan Shaoqins appeared.

Fang Yu punched out again and destroyed the twenty Yuan Shaoqins.

But the black gas dispersed again, and another thirty Yuan Shaoqins condensed!

Infinite!

The warriors in the distance were shocked at this time.

There are such magical magic in this world!?

If you master this kind of magic, you will not only be able to defeat the opponent, but at least you can be invincible!

"This fellow Taoist must have consumed a lot of true energy when fighting against that monster. Now, facing Yuan Shaoqin's difficult magic, the situation may not be good." A martial master said in a deep voice. "We should take action together to help that fellow Taoist fight against Yuan Shaoqin."

As soon as this martial master spoke, he immediately obtained the consent of several other surviving martial masters and masters.

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

Now, it’s time to settle the score with the Witch God Sect!

But just as several warriors were about to take action, there were bursts of screams coming from behind.

When I turned around, I saw more than a dozen disciples of the sects lying on the ground behind me.

Their faces were horrified and their skin lost its blood...

This is exactly the same as before!

Seeing this scene, the faces of several martial masters and masters changed drastically.

Yuan Shaoqin is clearly fighting with Fang Yu, who is it...

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

They clasped their hands together and recited the magic formula in their mouths.

"It was them, we..."

Before the master could finish his words, his voice came to an abrupt end. His expression was painful and frightened, and he fell to the ground.

The blood on the skin disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several martial masters who watched the master fall to the ground were about to speak.

But at this time, the screams behind him continued.

One person after another fell down, very fast!

If this continues, Yuan Shaoqin's words will soon be realized.

All the warriors who enter the Immortal Valley will be dead!

...

"Master..." Liu Liansha watched the large number of warriors behind him die, and her delicate body trembled.

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

I originally thought that the monster would be saved if it died.

But now, I am trapped in another terrifying abyss!

At the speed at which those groups of people died, it will be her turn soon!

"I don't want to die yet, Master, I don't want you to die either..." Liu Liansha could no longer bear this fear and couldn't help crying.

Su Lengyun reached out and touched her cheek without saying anything.

...

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

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

What happened?

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

"Blood Sacrifice?"

Fang Yu suddenly realized something, turned to look at the sky in the distance, and saw the eight purple-robed men who were urging the blood sacrifice formation.

If these people were not stopped, Su Lengyun and her disciples might have been drained from their blood.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu wanted to set off and rushed towards the eight men in purple robe.

"Do you think you can leave?"

Dozens of Yuan Shaoqins spoke at the same time, and their voices contained some kind of soul power, which shocked people's souls.

"You will soon sacrifice your blood soul to me to teach the holy beasts. Let's stay here before that."

Dozens of Yuan Shaoqins sneered, and stretched out a right hand.

A silver-lit line was emitted from the tips of each finger at the same time, wrapping around Fang Yu's body.

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