Chapter 480
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Chapter 480 The Lair of the Witch God Cult!
Chen Xiangwen and Yu Ruobing are innocent, merely being forcibly drawn into the affairs of the Witch God Cult.
If Fang Yu does not appear soon, when the Immortal Clan arrives, there is a high probability that Chen Xiangwen will be assimilated into the Immortal Clan, unable to return to being a normal human.
The previous cases of Ye Zhennan and Han Qi are a vivid example.
The Witch God Cult’s holy water is ultimately a human creation, and there must be a way to counteract it.
As for the drugs provided by the Immortal Clan… that would be much harder to say.
“Western Xiangcheng… will require a transmission talisman.”
Fang Yu still had several transmission talismans made by the Wuji Daoist from the Flame Mountain Range in his storage bag.
He took out one and infused it with true qi.
“I hope I don’t deviate too far.”
As the talisman began to glow, Fang Yu focused his positioning.
The next second, a light emanated from Fang Yu’s body, and he disappeared from his original location.
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Inside the church, there was dead silence.
Chen Xiangwen held the weak Yu Ruobing, his eyes filled with both sadness and anger.
On both sides of the church, four black-robed bishops stood.
At the back, a group of purple-robed people stood, at least twenty of them.
Everyone remained silent, standing straight, waiting for the arrival of the Immortal Clan members.
Less than two months after their cooperation was finalized, the Witch God Cult had already obtained many unheard-of and unseen treasures from the Immortal Clan.
Even the Grand Bishop’s staff had been empowered by the Immortal Clan, with the law energy it contained being several times stronger than before.
Under continuous benefits, the Witch God Cult had already regarded the Immortal Clan as their most important partner.
And killing Fang Yu was a shared goal of the Witch God Cult and the Immortal Clan.
About five minutes later, the Grand Bishop suddenly stood up.
“They’re here.”
On the ground not far in front of Chen Xiangwen in the church hall, a black circle appeared.
A figure emerged from it.
It was a humanoid figure, but more like a child’s physique.
As the light dissipated, its appearance was revealed to everyone.
Its head was round, but hairless, with the area from forehead to back of the head shining like obsidian. Except for the top of its head, the rest of its body was pale pink.
It had two black eyes on its face, and a thumb-sized mouth with no nostrils.
It had four limbs, with feet only two fingers long, like duck feet flat on the ground. Its hands were just straight arms without palms.
The entire form looked quite bizarre.
Even Chen Xiangwen, with his extensive experience, was startled by this monster.
The Witch God Cult members bowed respectfully and greeted: “Welcome, Lord Black Sha.”
The monster called Lord Black Sha nodded and spoke: “I have brought the King’s blood. Who needs to consume it?”
Its voice was strange, piercing yet awkward, causing goosebumps.
“It’s him,” the Grand Bishop descended from the high platform and walked to Black Sha’s front, pointing at Chen Xiangwen.
“Him?”
Black Sha stared at Chen Xiangwen, its strange face showing no expression.
“His name is Chen Xiangwen, known as the Dark Asura, a rare strong cultivator in the human world. After consuming the Immortal King’s blood, he will definitely become a supreme being and kill Fang Yu…” the Grand Bishop said.
“A mere human wants to become a supreme being?” Black Sha suddenly turned to the Grand Bishop.
The Grand Bishop’s heart skipped a beat.
“Supreme beings only emerge among our Immortal Clan. Lowly humans are only fit to grovel beneath our feet,” Black Sha said coldly.
“Yes, yes…” the Grand Bishop immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak further.
Black Sha turned to look at Chen Xiangwen.
Chen Xiangwen looked back at Black Sha, his gaze extremely serious.
This monster exuded an uncomfortably cold and gloomy aura.
Black Sha extended an arm.
The flesh on the arm suddenly writhed, abruptly pushing out a black small box.
This box was clearly a container.
The flesh at the top of Black Sha’s arm condensed into a hand shape, presenting the box in front of Chen Xiangwen.
“This is the Immortal King’s blood. After consuming it, everything in your body will evolve as much as possible into the form of our Immortal Clan’s life, thereby gaining power several times stronger than now,” Black Sha said coldly.
Chen Xiangwen looked at the small black box before him, his heart full of rejection.
From Black Sha’s words, he could tell that by drinking the liquid in this black box, he would turn into a similar monster!
Chen Xiangwen’s self-respect and instinct would not allow him to do so!
Seeing Chen Xiangwen hesitate to take the box, the Grand Bishop’s heart jumped, and he immediately spoke: “Chen Xiangwen, if you don’t want your wife to die miserably before your eyes, you’ll obediently drink it…”
Before the Grand Bishop could finish, Black Sha suddenly raised a hand, signaling him to stop.
“If you are not truly willing to become a member of our Immortal Clan, then you are not qualified to drink the Immortal King’s blood,” Black Sha looked at Chen Xiangwen and said coldly, “But since you’ve made me come in vain, I must punish you.”
As he spoke, Black Sha suddenly lifted his foot.
“Bang!”
Chen Xiangwen’s cheek was kicked, sending him flying and tumbling several times before landing heavily on the ground.
“Xiangwen…” the weak Yu Ruobing cried out in heartache.
“A female human? Not bad.”
Black Sha extended his right hand toward Yu Ruobing.
Yu Ruobing uncontrollably was pulled in front of Black Sha.
“I’ll take this woman. And in the future, don’t waste my time, or I won’t mind tearing you all apart,” Black Sha said coldly.
As he spoke, black light circles appeared beneath his feet and Yu Ruobing’s.
“Ruobing…”
Chen Xiangwen, his face covered in blood, struggled to lift his head, looking at Yu Ruobing with eyes full of despair.
“Bang!”
At this moment, a golden light beam shot from the church’s main door, directly hitting Black Sha’s chest as he was preparing to leave.
Black Sha was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the platform’s passageway, causing a loud noise.
The light circles under his and Yu Ruobing’s feet instantly disappeared.
Stunned by the sudden attack, the Grand Bishop immediately shouted: “Be on guard!”
All the church members turned to look at the door.
The Grand Bishop gripped his staff, the gem on top emitting a faint light, staring intently at the doorway.
Soon, a figure appeared in everyone’s view.
It was Fang Yu in a black suit.
“I’ve finally found your headquarters,” Fang Yu smiled and said to the Grand Bishop.
Fang Yu!?
How could it be him!?
When he saw Fang Yu, the Grand Bishop’s heart nearly leaped out!
Hadn’t Fang Yu just fought with Chen Xiangwen in Nandu? How could he suddenly appear in the church located in the western wilderness of Xiangcheng?!
Not to mention how he knew the location, just his speed was impossible!
As if knowing what the Grand Bishop was thinking, Fang Yu said, “You should know that this world isn’t limited to your transmission techniques.”
The Grand Bishop’s heart trembled, and he roared, “Attack immediately! Kill him!”
The black-robed bishops and purple-robed people in the church responded in unison, preparing to cast their techniques.
“Don’t waste my time,” Fang Yu struck out a palm toward the front.
“Boom!”
A miserable cry rang out, and over twenty purple-robed people were sent flying.
Fang Yu stepped forward.
At this point, eight black-robed bishops walked to a spot not far in front of Fang Yu and put on masks.
Seeing the ghost-faced masks on these people, Fang Yu’s eyebrows slightly raised.
Xuanming Clan.
The Witch God Cult indeed had a relationship with the Xuanming Clan.
For the black-robed bishops, wearing the masks might have made them several times stronger than before.
But in Fang Yu’s eyes, there was no difference.
Fang Yu walked forward leisurely.
The eight black-robed bishops, after putting on their masks, had their auras surge.
They watched Fang Yu warily, and for a moment, no one dared to make the first move.
“What are you waiting for? Attack quickly…” the Grand Bishop roared.
The response to the Grand Bishop’s roar was not from the eight black-robed bishops, but from Fang Yu’s fist.
Fang Yu suddenly raised his right hand and struck out a punch toward the front.
“Crack!”
Fang Yu wasn’t wearing the Ling Ring, but this punch’s power was enough to shatter the void!
“Boom!”
With a loud noise, the eight black-robed bishops wearing ghost-faced masks didn’t even have a chance to cry out before they all died!
Along with the ground behind them, which collapsed!
Accompanied by a violent tremor throughout the entire church!
