Magistrate?!

Fu Yang and Xiong Ye, who were approaching this dark shaman with a cruel smile, were stunned when they heard his words.

"Penistor...... Is he a top member of the Pantheon Warband? ”

Fu Yang was surprised in his heart.

He remembered that in the altar of the Divine Tree of Bliss under the forest field of Jiangcheng University before, the two guys who rescued Qin Mei finally appeared - Tu Wu Fear and Tu Wu Fearless.

Tu Wudor claimed to be the deputy head of the Third Regiment of the Pantheistic Cult; And that fearless earth claimed to be the punishment officer of the third regiment!

In this way, this so-called punishment officer should be the third person in the battle group under the command of the Pantheon Sect after the regiment commander and deputy commander?

"Fu boy, hurry up! Whatever he does, let's kill this guy first. ”

Master Xiong reacted, sneered and rushed over.

Good!

Fu Yang also shot with all his might.

It's too late and that it's too fast, and it's at this critical juncture......

Bang!!!

In the distance, the passenger door of the most luxurious black sports car suddenly opened.

A yellow shadow, blurry and swift as lightning, rushed towards this side.

"Grass! Sure enough, there was still a pantheon demon who didn't come out. Master go and block it, Fu boy, you kill him quickly! ”

Xiong Ye roared, and also turned into a black figure as fast as lightning, and rushed towards the yellow shadow.

Maoshan Flying Scythe Curse!

Fu Yang's spiritual power surged all over his body, his fingers were lightly tapped, and the speed of drawing talismans was so fast that he almost left an afterimage in the air.

Brush Brush Brush !!

Dozens of scythe-shaped phantoms flew away, and surrounded from all sides, almost becoming a sea of scythes.

This is because as Fu Yang's mana becomes stronger and stronger, his soul is getting stronger and stronger, and his control over Dao art has become more refined!

The Scythe Spell almost became a vortex, leaving the creature who manipulated the wolf's soul almost no way to escape. I could only continue to shout "Lord Punishment Officer save me", but I was still hit by Fu Yang's Taoism......

Whoosh!

Countless scythes quickly slashed and strangled his body, and although there were no external injuries, the connection between his body and his soul had been completely severed.

Bang!

He fell straight behind like a piece of wood.

There was no sound. In a sense, it's no different from death.

On the other hand, Master Xiong had already collided with that yellow shadow!

It was covered in blood-red demonic energy, coupled with the vajra mantra of Buddhism, it was as hard as steel, and it was estimated that it could kill a living tiger.

Bang!

Master Xiong's chubby body was knocked upside down and flew back.

But fortunately, the yellow shadow was also knocked away by Master Xiong, turning into a cloud of pale yellow smoke.

Quickly flew back into the black sports car......

"Grass! This thing is so hard! ”

It erupted in the air with a foul curse.

then crashed into Fu Yang's arms and was saved.

"I don't know if that thing is hard or not, but you're really heavy! It's really time to lose weight. ”

Fu Yang staggered a few steps before he stood firmly, grinning with his teeth.

"The intensity of a casual blow can be so high! Fu boy, the guy who played with the wolf soul was not cheating, and it was estimated that the punishment officer of the Ninth Regiment of the Pantheistic Sect was really here! It's a bit of a hassle......"

Penistor of the Ninth Regiment of the Pantheistic Cult!

There are a total of twelve regular combat regiments under the command of the Pantheon, and each regiment has a regimental commander, a deputy regimental commander, and a penal officer, which are the first, second, and third in command.

Now, the penistor of the Ninth Regiment of the Ten Thousand Gods is actually in one of the black sports cars!

Fu Yang's expression became solemn.

The more you know about the supernatural world, the more you know what kind of super behemoth the Pantheist Cult is. As the criminal officer of the Ninth Regiment, his strength is at least in the late stage of the three real people!

Under normal circumstances, Fu Yang and Xiong Ye were almost difficult to resist......

A man and a cat, staring at the most luxurious black sports car, waiting for it.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of applause came from the car.

At the same time, there was a deep man's voice.

"Not bad, not bad! A young man in his twenties, and a cat demon who has not yet broken through the demon monarch level, can actually solve my three team members relatively easily. This seat is very optimistic about you, why don't you hand over the Tiangang Xuanqi Order and join my Pantheistic Sect? ”

With these thick words, a very strangely dressed guy got out of the car.

I saw that he was actually wearing yellow animal skin clothes and animal skin skirts!

He also wears a knot of hay tied to his body, and wears an animal mask with a strange face and narrow eyes on his head. There are three long feathers stuck on his head.

In his hand, he also held a black totemic wooden staff, which looked more dilapidated and ancient than the three dark shamans before him. It is engraved with the motif of some kind of animal, which is supposed to be a totem from his tribe.

This is the typical dress of a shaman in the Tunguska region (Northeast China, Mongolia all the way to the Caucasus Mountains)!

It's a bit similar to those Indian shamans in North America, but it's still a little different......

The momentum is very strong, but the height is not 1.6 meters, which is very short.

Master Xiong pointed at him and laughed.

"Shortie! Master tells you, don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning! Your uncle, such a small person, I guess even the chrysanthemums are very small, right? Your Grandpa Bear can't even enjoy poking it. It is estimated that a catfish of twenty or thirty pounds is about the size of your entire body......"

Although he knew that the strength of the punishment officer of the Ninth Regiment in front of him was probably very terrifying, Master Xiong still laughed and scolded angrily, and his foul language was full of foul language. Not at all.

The other party was not angry, but said lightly.

"This seat...... Urgan Chi! He is the penistor of the Ninth Regiment of the Pantheistic Church. It is also the shaman high priest of a powerful tribe between the white waters of Montenegro. Today, I will give you death! ”

Fu Yang shrugged, the way he listened to this statement and the feeling of reporting his home, he was indeed a pretending criminal......

"No more nonsense! Fuck you! ”

Master Xiong roared and rushed out first.

It is very fast, and it is very good at using its speed to constantly engage in guerrilla tactics with opponents. Hit and run, so that the opponent's strength is consumed.

And Fu Yang is fierce in attack, opening and closing, quite the demeanor of everyone in the Daomen!

"Alas, it is indeed young, and the ignorant are fearless...... This seat will let you know what fear is. ”

The penistor stomped the totem staff in his hand to the ground.

The strange spell that was muttering quickly in his mouth should belong to the ancient tribal language of the Northeast, and there was an atmosphere of vicissitudes and savagery.

At the same time, a puff of yellow smoke swooped out from the top of this totem wooden staff, and rushed towards Xiong Ye!

It fell to the ground and took the shape of some kind of animal, and then spewed out a stream of darker yellow gas from the buttocks, shooting at Master Xiong like an arrow!

A foul smell that is difficult to describe in words suddenly filled a large area.

As soon as Master Xiong smelled it, he almost didn't vomit directly on the spot.

Scold directly!

"Ye said it's a dog! Nima, the punishment officer of the Ninth Regiment of the Pantheistic Sect, pretends to be a prisoner, and the totem beast soul worshiped by the tribe is actually a weasel. It's stinking! ”

Fu Yang was also a little surprised, and was speechless.

Originally, I thought that as a coaxing punister, the totem beast soul worshiped and manipulated should be a very fierce and powerful animal. Unexpectedly, it was a weasel. (3rd Update!) There are 2 chapters left, and I'll be updated at night)