Chapter 508: The Blood Spirit Official King is completely victorious
The severe pain from Wang Ding's abdomen and the struggle between the two finally made Wang Ding unable to hold on to the shrine. The shrine fell out of his hand, and the statue inside the shrine also fell to the ground with a thud.
The statue, which had been weathered to the point where his face could not be seen clearly, fell to the ground. Wang Ding quickly picked up the statue while holding his stomach.
"Take it again!" Huang Er was furious and jumped up in twos and twos: "You're going to die anyway, I'll fight with you! I'm going to smash this broken statue!" It was the village chief and a group of villagers who took Huang Er's arm. Stopping him with his hand, the village chief persuaded: "Hey, how long has it been since we were still fighting among ourselves? The Wang family has blessed the village for countless years, but you have to deal with a child and a clay statue?"
Just when the place was in chaos, a large wave of Yin soldiers suddenly broke in. This time it was different from the past. Every Yin soldier seemed to be extremely vicious. They captured all the villagers and then lined up in several rows.
Anyone who resists will be beaten with a stick until they are unconscious and taken away by force.
The villagers were paralyzed and trembling, and they probably understood the meaning.
"This is going to chop our heads off row by row!"
"Ah...could it be...wuwuwu, I still don't want to die...Village chief! Help!"
"Village Chief! Village Chief! Think of a solution!"
As soon as Huang Da woke up, he knew that the Yin soldiers were going to chop off their heads. The two brothers were usually the most ferocious, but unexpectedly they were the weakest when death was about to happen. All of a sudden, feces and urine flowed out, and their limbs were like soft-legged crabs. Even the children Not as good as anything.
At this time, the village chief gritted his teeth and said: "Folks, our village has been living in the mountains for so many years. It has been ups and downs for hundreds of years. What haven't we seen? In the past, bear demons ate our livestock, and didn't everyone in our village lose their lives?" Did you chop it off just because you lost your life?
It’s just that this time we are unlucky and it’s our turn to lose our heads. I’m afraid of him. Folks, my head fell off with a scar as big as a bowl. We all went on the road together in the village. It’s good luck. At least we have each other on the road. Isn't it taking care of yourself? "
The residents in the mountains have tough folk customs, not to mention the fact that they get along with alien mountain monsters every day. The village chief's words resonated with the other men.
"Yes, it doesn't matter if you die, let's just go on the road together as a family. These evil soldiers will never be reincarnated in the end!"
"Village Chief! We are not afraid of death!"
"We must die together."
At this time, there was a commotion nearby. It turned out that Wang Ding, who had practiced magic, was still in trouble. Several Yin soldiers couldn't defeat him together.
"I am an outer disciple of the Yinxiao Sect! If anyone dares to touch me, my young sect will definitely kill you!"
Wang Ding held the statue in his arms and used whirlwind spells one after another. Unfortunately, his magic power was too weak and he ran out of magic power after just a few gestures.
A group of Yin soldiers swarmed forward, and Wang Ding could only move around, using the movement skills that Shaozong had taught him.
All of a sudden, the chickens and dogs were jumping up and down.
The villagers were dumbfounded, and Huang Da murmured: "This kid still has this skill? He hides it quite deeply..."
Huang Er's legs were shaking and he couldn't stand up, but when he saw Wang Ding making a fuss, he suddenly regained some strength. He suddenly shouted like a butchered pig: "Wang Ding, beat them to death! Beat them to death!"
Unfortunately, the Yin soldier holding a big sword behind Huang Er impatiently knocked him out again with the handle of the sword.
But when Huang Er shouted, the villagers became excited, either cheering for Wang Ding or starting to struggle, and the scene immediately became chaotic.
"Are you still going to rebel?" The captain of the Yin soldiers suddenly rushed in. This guy was huge and gave people a strong sense of oppression. He beat down several middle-aged villagers with three punches and two kicks, and then stared at Wang
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Certainly.
Wang Ding was facing a formidable enemy, so he casually snatched the weapon of a Yin soldier and looked at the captain of the Yin soldier with bated breath.
The captain Jie Jie smiled strangely, and then his sturdy body twisted and struggled with Wang Ding. Wang Ding was not his opponent and was punched to the ground.
"Hey hey hey."
The captain of the Yin soldiers picked up his collar, and then held up his head to personally cut off Wang Ding's head.
"Wang Ding!"
"Wang Ding!"
The villagers exclaimed.
Unexpectedly, young Wang Ding suddenly swung the idol and smashed it hard on the face of the captain of the Yin soldiers. The statue was a consecrated object. This time, the captain of the Yin soldiers was smashed to pieces, and he felt that all the facial features on his face were smashed. .
Young Wang Ding held a sword in one hand and used a "fire to set the sky alight" stance. He was as fast as lightning and powerful enough to penetrate the Yin soldiers' heads.
The sword king roared and penetrated with all his strength until the hilt of the sword was almost inserted.
The captain of the Yin soldiers collapsed, and Wang Ding fell to the ground holding the statue and panting.
"Okay!" the village chief shouted.
The villagers cheered.
The turmoil here attracted the attention of the ghost general not far away. The ghost king looked at this side and then issued a massacre order.
Suddenly, the sound of knives cutting and stabbing flesh could be heard everywhere, and screams and cries also continued one after another.
The village chief was heartbroken as he watched the villagers being massacred one after another, even the children. At this time, he had already been kicked in the crook of the leg and knelt down waiting for the knife to cut his neck.
The same is true for the young Wang Ding. He held the statue of the god and faced the siege of a group of Yin soldiers helplessly.
"Help!"
"Someone come and save us."
The young boy Wang Ding closed his eyes and listened to the screams. Finally he roared angrily, knocked his head out of the way, stumbled to the middle, and held the statue high!
"The Wang family has worshiped the Great God of the Yinxiao Sect for generations! We have been sincere and loyal for a hundred generations without regrets. Wang Ding, the 321st unworthy descendant of the Wang family, please worship the great God and appear to save the people!"
Wang Ding roared loudly. He knelt on his knees and held the statue high. He was completely defenseless and seemed to have placed all his hopes on the statue.
Unfortunately, the statue showed no response.
"Disciple Wang Ding, please worship the great god to show his spirit!" Wang Ding shouted again, but the Yin soldier had already struck his chest with a sword.
Blood flowed down his chest, and Wang Ding felt a fishy taste pouring out of his throat.
When the villagers saw this scene, they felt desperate for some reason and even allowed themselves to be slaughtered.
"Wang Ding!" the village chief shouted, but unfortunately the young boy Wang Ding could no longer hear him.
"Mother-in-law...father...mother...the son is unfilial...the Wang family...has no descendants..."
Wang Ding lowered his head, let go of his hands, and the statue fell straight to the ground. For some reason, the statue that could not be broken in the past was smashed to pieces this time.
The young boy Wang Ding still had the last bit of consciousness left. Through the slit in his eyes, he saw that the statue had been smashed to pieces. He subconsciously wanted to protect the statue, but his heart stopped beating.
I couldn't move my hands anymore.
Only the blood kept falling, completely dyeing the statue red.
The statue actually had the property of absorbing water, sucking all of Wang Ding's blood. Then the statue, which turned red all over, slowly closed together.
Recover as before.
All the Yin soldiers stopped moving.
The villagers got a breather, but they also noticed what was going on here.
Because a red man appeared in the middle out of thin air, standing in front of young Wang Ding.
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The figure of this red man is vaguely transparent, and he is obviously the hidden existence in the statue.
"Descendants of the Wang family."
The red man couldn't see his face clearly, but he just asked: "Why are you calling me?"
This voice was low but had an undeniable majesty.
But Wang Ding seems to be dead, how can he answer?
So the red man reached out and pulled out the sword from his back. Wang Ding was like a drowning man, and he immediately woke up with a gasp.
"Ah...huhu...ah..."
Wang Ding felt as if he had almost drowned just now, but when he raised his head and saw the person in front of him, he was immediately stunned. Although this person's face could not be seen clearly, wasn't it exactly the same as the weathered statue?
This figure, this posture!
What grandma said is true! What dad said is true! Our Wang family is blessed by the gods!
"Descendants of the Wang family."
The red man's tone did not waver at all: "Why are you calling me?"
When Wang Ding heard this, he burst into tears and was so excited that he quickly kowtowed: "Disciple Wang Ding, kowtow to the great god! Disciple Wang Ding, for generations of the Wang family, kowtow to the great god!"
The crimson man nodded slowly this time, and finally said: "The descendants of the Wang family, what do you call me for?"
After Wang Ding kowtowed a few times, he had mixed feelings and looked to both sides with his last tear.
The ferocious Huang brothers were completely confused at this time, and the other villagers had similar expressions, staring dumbfounded at the great god worshiped by the Wang family.
Young Wang Ding stood up slowly. The tragic injury on his chest healed quickly, and only a big hole could be seen in his clothes.
He stood here and said word by word: "Please Great God, kill the demons and return my mountains and rivers to me!"
at the same time!
What they didn't know was that there was an arrow from the sky, carrying the best spiritual stone, piercing through the tomb of the God King, and hitting the entire Guanqi Pass formation!
A vast and unparalleled spiritual power instantly activated the Yinxiao Sect's sealing formation.
The red man in front of Wang Ding also radiated radiance at this moment, and his image became more obvious. He was a bearded man wearing a high hat and neon divine robe, holding an ivory wat tablet.
His whole body turned red and turned into flames.
"I am——"
When the immortals and gods are alive, their vitality is surging. Wherever the immortal men glance, the Yin soldiers will never be reincarnated and will be burned to ashes.
Finally, the immortal man's eyes fell on the horrified ghost general not far away.
"I am——Nine Heavenly Protector Luo Immortal, Blood Spirit Officer, Wang Quansheng."
This immortal god turned out to be one of the original Three Penglai Immortals, the incarnation of Wang Quansheng. It turned out that after Wang Quansheng became an immortal, he became the protector of Lingxiao Hall and the top three blood spirit officer among the three hundred spirit officers.
Later, he was invited by Su Fang, the founder of the Yinxiao Sect, to perform rituals in the Yinxiao Sect, leaving his clone consciousness behind and becoming one of the great gods enshrined by the Yinxiao Sect.
The Blood Spirit Officer, also known as Wang Quansheng, fixed his ruthless gaze on the ghost general: "Aren't you ready to kill him?"
——
Scenes like this happened throughout the God King's Tomb and Prison. One by one, the great gods were displayed, all of them were the great gods enshrined by the Yinxiao Sect back then.
And the veins of the large formations in the Guanqi Pass were also activated at an extremely fast speed due to the activation of a top-quality spiritual stone.
At this time, Guanqi Pass emitted bright lights everywhere. These bright lights were dotted into surfaces and connected to form a large terrain formation that was quite shocking when viewed from the sky.
Then in mid-air, a sword no less than the size of Tianmen slowly floated.
From a distance, it looks like an immortal soldier born, dazzling and unparalleled.
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