Almost as I was studying and feeling the space shock in the gourd, three powerful auras rose instantly.

It was the three shamanistic masters.

"Three masters." Yan Jiu's eyes contracted slightly.

The three shaman masters released their breath and were not afraid that Yan Jiu would turn around and escape.

Because, the fourth aura came from the middle-aged shaman, and at this time, all Yan Jiu's retreat had been blocked.

On the banks of the Lotus Seed Lake, the altar stands.

Yan Jiu finally stepped into the trap set by Daishan for him.

Northwest of Xiping Fort, on the banks of Lianzi Lake, since it was captured by the Later Jin army, it has become the gathering place for Daishan Zhenghong Dark Guards.

Here, it is not far from the front line, so that Daishan can mobilize these secret guards at any time.

The middle-aged shaman is well-known, which is the strongest force Daishan can mobilize now.

Although it is a world-class movement now, it is not enough for the sects that have been passed down for thousands of years to bet on a Daishan Great Beller.

The joining of a shaman is considered to be a high-profile Daishan.

"Hahahaha, you're here at all."

The moment the trap surrounded, the sound of the sound sounded, with a hint of arrogance and a hint of domineeringness.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

Yan Jiu snorted coldly, and the blood on his body flashed coldly.

Bend your knees, force.

Yan Jiu's body exploded.

With a wave of his hand, the broken wood around him was grabbed in the air by him. He raised his hand and the broken wood flew out of the air one by one.

In an instant, Yan Jiu's degree reached a limit.

This limit made him instantly rush into the water of Lotus Lake.

The broken wood that flew out became Yan Jiu's place to walk by the water.

From a distance, it seemed as if Yan Jiu had crossed the water and headed straight to the altar.

Yan Jiu's momentum rose up loudly, almost suppressing his head.

Just as Yan Jiu rushed into Lianzi Lake.

In the northwest of Lianzi Lake, in a dilapidated village called Zhenwu Fort, there was a sloppy figure curled up under the burning ruins.

The sloppy figure was trembling the moment before, but it was erected in an instant, as if it had been a different person.

What's funny is the face of this person.

How to describe it?

It was a face that was the same as a goat. If it weren't for the personal body, wearing a sloppy Taoist robe and missing two horns. His face was almost the same as a goat.

A trace of blood suddenly flashed in the sloppy goat face Taoist's eyes.

However, the blood in his eyes was very light.

"Blood energy? Could it be the cub left by my sect?" A trace of playfulness flashed across the old Taoist's face.

He turned over and exposed a dirty and slender scabbard behind him.

The old Taoist, with a sloppy Taoist robe and a long sword that was so dirty that it could not bear to look at it. It would be a bit inappropriate to anyone.

With the same face as the goat, the whole picture is simply unconciliatory.

"Grandma, let's go and have a look. Blood Ancestor, only I, Yang Zhen, really think about the Blood Sect. Why didn't you become a god back then..."

The sloppy old Taoist Yang was really muttering, spitting out the dirt that had just fallen asleep and was caught in his mouth, and looked southeast.

"Is the Shamanism?" The old Taoist frowned and sighed, "Blood Ancestor, it is important to stand in a team. Otherwise, in the past few thousand years, why would we pretend to be grandchildren everywhere? Not only the Taoist sect, but also the Heart sect that appeared later, were already standing on our heads and shitting."

"Your disciples are not many, but you are fighting for your inheritance. There is also the boy Dongfang Ri, who was afraid that the old Taoist would interfere in the internal struggle, actually said that in the Northeast, the reincarnation of the ancestor could be found. If you were to be a slap in the northeast, you would be able to find the reincarnation of the ancestor. If you can't find the reincarnation of the ancestor, you will send them all to reincarnation..."

The ram was like a nagging Alzheimer's disease, swaying in a sloppy Taoist robe and carrying the long knife with a dirty scabbard, walking towards the shore of the Lotus Seed Lake.

Every time he takes a step, he looks slow.

But what is surprising is that in just a few steps, the Yang real figure had disappeared among the ruins of Zhenwu Fort.

His degree is not even slower than Yan Jiu who has exploded with all his strength, and is even better.

On the altar on the shore of Lianzi Lake, Lazhu spit out a mouthful of blood as soon as it landed.

The bones on the snake girl's body were shattered inch. If she hadn't refined her body by refining puppets, she would have died for a long time.

"Mingfang, you are too much..." Shaman Tuoteer couldn't help but roar when he saw the situation of the snake girl.

His aura was even more violent and irritable.

The Snake Girl is his apprentice and his slave in bed.

"Ming Court, you hurt my beloved disciples. I want to use the essence of your Ming Dynasty's thousands of girls to avenge my beloved disciples. I want your Ming court to suffer the consequences, I want you..."

"I want you to get out of the fuck."

A cold voice interrupted Tutie's curse full of resentment.

Yan Jiu stepped on the broken wood blocks thrown on the lake, as if he was slashing water and stomping on waves.

In an instant, I arrived at the altar in the middle of the lake.

When Tuoer saw Yan Jiu, he was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Jiu was so young.

Then, he looked at Yan Jiu with a grim smile and said ferociously: "Boy, are you from the Zhu family, or from the Xin sect, or a disciple of the Wudang Daotong?"

"Your ninth son is from China." Yan Jiu didn't even look at the shaman in front of him, but was very interested in the gourd in front of him.

At this moment, I was on the altar and at close range, I could feel the space fluctuation in the gourd.

The moment Yan Jiu boarded the altar, the other three masters had surrounded Yan Jiu from the other three sides.

"No way, haha, what a arrogant boy." Tuoteer laughed wildly.

Originally, if it were from the Central Plains Heart Sect, Wudang Daotong or Zhu family, he would have considered whether to tear the face now.

Now, there is no such concern.

"Since that's the case, then I'll be ready to compensate my female apprentice with her life."

I didn't talk nonsense anymore, my palms suddenly closed together.

When they pulled it apart, there was a scimitar in each of their hands.

Seeing such a shaman, Yan Jiu couldn't help but laugh.

Although these people are wild and domineering in their momentum, they still do not get rid of the most basic sword and weapon.

Around him, the other three masters also held staff, long swords and short swords.

The blood-colored light mixed with gold turned into a flash of lightning flashed in Yan Jiu's eyes.

"The guy who pretends to be a ghost is trying to touch my Central Plains. Today, the Ninth Master will let you taste the taste of being destroyed."

Yan Jiu clenched his fists slightly with his hands, and the power of qi and blood exploded.

Just surrounded by Shaman Toteer and the three masters, he suddenly took a step forward.

Lazhu, who was hiding beside Tutie'er, howled terrifyingly, and his body instantly retreated.

The snake girl was not so lucky. Her face, which was originally beautiful, was directly slapped by Yan Jiu's kick.

"puff."

Blood splattered everywhere.

"You can't even protect your disciple by your side. Why dare you say that you can use my thousands of Chinese girl essence to avenge your disciple?"

After Yan Jiu's attack, he retreated while mocking him.

Four Shamanic guys put a lot of pressure on him.

What is refined by the Blood-Changing Body Refining Technique is the domineering artistic conception of tyrannical killing under pressure.

(Thanks to "Emperor Zhu Youlang of the Ming Dynasty" for the reward of 5oo.)
Chapter completed!