boom!

With a deafening explosion, the huge giant eagle totem beast soul was split into five pieces by the magic sword controlled by Fu Yang, and then exploded.

As for Urgen Xie and the other three people carried on its back, they were unable to dodge in time and fell towards the ground after the giant eagle collapsed.

However, they didn't even have a chance to fall to death!

Because the five magic swords, under the control of Fu Yang's thoughts, killed the giant eagle totem beast, they followed the trend to surround and strangle the three of them.

"Damn it! This leader is unwilling to give in..."

Urgen Xie let out a cry as he fell in mid-air. He had just recognized the leader of the Ninth Regiment of Ten Thousand Gods and was about to do something big, when he was suddenly attacked and killed by an enemy.

He simply couldn't figure out who was actually brave enough to break into the battle group's stronghold of the Sect of All Gods to commit murder, and he was so powerful!

As for Urgen Li and Urgen Sha, of course they were also frightened, but all this was just a flash of lightning, and there was no possibility of defense at all.

Puff puff……

The sound of sharp magic swords cutting flesh was heard, accompanied by powerful fluctuations of magic power.

boom!

The three top executives of the Ninth Regiment of All Gods just became three puffs of blood mist. Their bodies died, their spirits disappeared, and they died!

When many members of the Ninth Regiment on the ground saw this scene, they were all stunned and unbelievable. In their minds, the leader, deputy leader, and punishment officer who were extremely powerful were actually killed so easily.

In Swordsman, there is no place to die...

"Oh my God! The leader and the others were killed?"

"Impossible! This is impossible. Is it an illusion? Are we fascinated by the illusion..."

"I don't believe it! What kind of enemy is so cruel and dares to attack my supreme Pantheon Religion?"

These members of the Ninth Group of Ten Thousand Gods feel that their outlook on life has been completely ruined.

But they don't have much time to worry about these things, because the attack from the extremely beautiful but ruthless female ghost king in the sky will kill them at any time!

After Fu Yang killed the three top executives of the Ninth Wan Shen Regiment in a crushing manner, he continued to look for some strong and high-status members to carry out beheading operations.

But he and Wei Ke still underestimated the cohesion of the Pantheon Cult - this kind of cult actually has quite high loyalty among its members.

While the couple was wreaking havoc and killing, many members of the Ninth Regiment were desperately trying to carry out the order Urgen Xie had just issued - go to the Ancestral Soul Pavilion to activate the Ancestral Beast Soul Array!

Dark shaman worships ancestors and animal souls.

The so-called Ancestral Soul Pavilion is an important building in this base. But its appearance is ordinary, smaller and simpler than some ordinary thatched houses. So Fu Yang and Wei Ke don't have much

of attention.

Until in the chaos, more than a dozen members of the Ninth Group of Ten Thousand Gods rushed into the Ancestral Soul Pavilion, showing a large amount of "Three Yang Blood" to summon the souls of their ancestors enshrined and sacrificed by their line of dark shamans.

!

boom……

A powerful aura of dark shaman power suddenly spread, like a sudden strong wind and huge waves on the calm sea, covering most of the ninth regiment's base.

Fu Yang and Wei Ke were suddenly shocked!

However, they were not panicked, nor were they surprised - in fact, it was expected. As the stronghold of a battle group of the Pantheon Cult, it was impossible not to have any defensive formations or weapons.

Fu Yang grinned coldly: "It seems to be very powerful. If we destroy it, the Pantheon Sect will be very distressed, right?"

"That's right! Come on!"

She took Fu Yang's hand and exerted a sudden force, and the couple turned into two black meteors. They cut through the sky and flew towards the Ancestral Soul Pavilion in the distance.

During this process, he was still releasing powerful spells on the ground, killing dozens of members of the Ninth Regiment.

Boom!

The Ancestral Soul Pavilion in front suddenly exploded, yellow soil debris and thatch splashed everywhere, and a ball of light emerged from it. It soared into the sky like a fountain, and then scattered in all directions like petals, covering the entire area.

Ninth Regiment Base.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A large number of thread-like nets appeared in the void, forming complex shamanic incantations. Fu Yang and Wei may have felt that at this moment, the entire ninth regiment base seemed to be connected to this thing.

Is this what Urgen Xie calls the "Ancestral Beast Soul Array"?

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure stood up from the Ancestral Soul Pavilion. It was nearly ten feet tall, with a hunched body and a crooked wooden totem crutch in its hand. It had a very long nose and sharp teeth.

...You can vaguely see that he is an ugly old man.

When it appeared, the remaining members of the Ninth Group of All Gods roared excitedly, as if the suffocating atmosphere had been swept away.

"The soul of the seventh-generation great shaman! That's right, it's the soul of the seventh-generation great shaman."

"Ancestor of the great dark shaman lineage, please protect us and kill the foreign enemies."

"Please ask the Seventh Generation Great Shaman to kill the foreign enemies. Protect our Pantheon Sect and our Ninth Regiment of Pantheon!"

Fu Yang frowned when he heard this title.

The Seventh Generation Great Shaman...what the hell is this? What does it mean?

Wei Ke explained: "Shamanism is a very ancient and primitive practice. It was originally close to nature. But later on, I don't know when the evil branch of Dark Shaman split. They were also the original members of the Pantheon Religion.

One of the ancient members. The so-called Seventh Generation Great Shaman should be the seventh most powerful dark shaman after the establishment of the Pantheon Cult."

I see!

Fu Yang understood.

In this case, this should be the remnant soul of a very ancient powerful man from the Pantheon Religion.

However, he was not afraid at all, with a confident smile on his face: "What about the ancient strong man? Even if he is the real body, just the leader of the ninth group of gods, I am not necessarily timid. What's more, it's just a formation.

The remaining soul condensed by the law? Kill!"

The Phantom Ghost Armor on Fu Yang's body inspired powerful power, driving him to dive forward.

"Tenth Level: Kidō Double Dragon Fist!"

He took action brazenly, and two dragon-shaped black ferocious fists shot out from his left and right hands. They entangled together and let out an earth-shattering dragon roar. They headed towards the Seventh Generation Great Shaman.

Ho ho ho...

The remnant soul of the ancient Pantheon Sect made an unconscious voice. It was obvious that he no longer had much wisdom and consciousness as a human being, and was just like a ferocious beast that looked after the house and the courtyard.
Chapter completed!