Chapter 232 I don’t pretend anymore, I show my cards!
In the Yin Mountains, Wang Yuanjing stood behind Tu Junfang and Xue Fan, with a group of witches in front of him.

At the request of three people.

The ghost master hesitated for a while, and finally stood aside.

However, he did not stand idly by, but made up his mind that if the other party took advantage of the situation, he would intervene.

"Clap!"

The tough boy Xue Fan swung his mourning stick with great force, rushed forward, and hit the head of the spirit summoned by the old witch with the stick.

"Gugugugugugugu~"

The spirit felt threatened and flew into the air, causing Xue Fan's stick to miss.

The man carrying the banner did not chase after him, but picked up the stick and hit the old witch's head with it.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. If you can't hit the spirit, the same goes for you, Old Deng.

Did you even hand this thing over?
The old witch looked at the black light on the mourning stick, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He took a step back slowly, and another spirit flew out from the sheep-head crutch to block the attack.

The strength of this new spirit is not that strong, and it seems that the old witch is just using it as a meat shield.

The spirit that was originally flying in the air swooped down, and a gust of cold wind blew towards Xue Fan's back.

Instinctively, the man carrying the banner tensed up, but he did not turn around.

He, Xue, is not alone.

"thorn"

Just as the spirit was about to attack Xue Fan, a black shadow flashed by.

"Peng Ju!"

The killer hornet was like a black knight charging with a gun. It raised its tail and stabbed the spirit's head with its stinger at an astonishing speed.

This attack has an excellent effect!

The solidity of the spirit body becomes visibly illusory.

The old witch frowned, took back the illusory spirit, and controlled another spirit to resist Xue Fan's attack.

"Get started! What are you still looking at?
"Even if he has the power to summon spirits and generals, can he still control so many of us at the same time?"

The people standing behind the old witch finally came to their senses and summoned their spirits one by one.

A split second of effort.
The surrounding environment became eerie and ghostly, like a scene of demons running wild.

In Daliang Mountain, there are many indicators to evaluate the strength of witches and shamans, the most intuitive of which is to look at the number of spirits they control.

A shaman who has just completed the initiation through the "Vasatge" ceremony can only control one spirit. As time goes by and the shaman's level increases, this number will gradually increase.

Generally speaking, a shaman who can be called a great shaman is a master who can control five spirits at the same time.

“These people are not simple!”

Wang Yuanjing looked at the chaos on the battlefield in front of him and murmured in his heart.

After these people attacked at the same time, the corpse demon and the man carrying the banner were suppressed and beaten.

The strength of each of these wizards should not be underestimated. Basically, they can control more than three spirits at the same time. Wang Yuanjing even saw one who controlled five spirits.

Each of these people would be a good player if they were put out there.

The entire Daliang Mountain’s vital forces are basically gathered here.

However, the old witch has not summoned any other spirits until now, probably because he is afraid.

"Let your demons help them."

Wang Yuanjing said to the White Bone Bodhisattva beside him, and the latter nodded.

With a big wave of the hand.
The dark shadows surrounding him turned into evil spirits and rushed towards the battlefield one after another.

This trip is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

Each of these converted demons was a winner who survived many rounds of the chicken-eating battlefield in Yinshan.

Although the overall quantity is not as good as the other party, it still wins in terms of quality.

With the addition of these demons with bloodshot eyes, the situation soon changed from offense to defense again.

"So many? Could it be that they are really summoning spirits and sending generals?"

The old witch frowned and thought.

No matter how powerful a wizard is, he cannot control two-digit spirits at the same time. I was thinking a little off topic.

All the Vasa in Yinshan fell into the hands of the enemy. No matter whether the enemy used the method of summoning spirits and generals or not, these powerful Vasa alone were an insurmountable obstacle.

Thinking of this, the old witch began to feel like backing off.

He said hurriedly:

"stop!"

stop?

Wang Yuanjing sneered in his heart. He looked at the White Bone Bodhisattva and nodded slightly:

"Let's do it."

The latter nodded, jumped off the ghost elephant, and walked step by step to the center of the battlefield.

The old witch looked at the five-meter-tall White Skeleton Buddha and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

What is he going to do?
Then, a scene happened that he would never forget.

Suddenly, a lotus platform rose up under the feet of the White Bone Bodhisattva, and the lotus platform slowly flew upwards.

She crossed her legs, slowly put her two bony hands together, and a strange look of compassion appeared on her face.

The next second.
"Emperor Namu Moro!"

"Such demon ministers, after thinking together, have become weak and powerless, their original thoughts have been destroyed, and they have lost their great prestige."

When the Buddhist sound rang out surrounding the entire battlefield, everyone was stunned.

They involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and the same went for the spirits that were being controlled to fight against the demons.

The mind enters a trance.

The goat's crutch flashed a red light, and under the illumination of this red light, the old witch actually woke up.

He looked at the group of witches and spirits who had fallen into silence, his eyes tearing up:
"stop!"

After breaking free from the inner scene, he had anticipated the outcome. These witches and shamans were the backbone of the Daliang Mountain.

stop?

Can't live any longer.

You say fight and you fight? You say stop and you stop? How can such a good thing happen in this world?

Wang Yuanjing looked indifferent.

"I told you to stop!"

The old witch was furious, and he couldn't care less at this moment.

He called out five spirits from the goat-head crutch, adding to the two previously.
He can actually control seven spirits at the same time, he is an absolute great wizard.

The spirits rushed towards Wang Yuanjing with a roar.
He actually had the idea of ​​capturing the leader first and planned to stop the White Bone Bodhisattva through Wang Yuanjing.

Due to the existence of the sheep-head crutch, these five spirits were able to temporarily isolate themselves from the influence of the Heavenly Demon Curse.

He has more than one trick up his sleeve!

There was a hint of teasing in Wang Yuanjing's eyes.

These five spirits are among the best even among the many demons, and the most powerful one is even stronger than the Mandrill King.

In that case, I won't be polite.

"Shh!"

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder rang out in the air. The movement was so loud that the movements of the spirits that were being converted were delayed for a moment.

The White Bone Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus platform looked over with some dissatisfaction.

Wang Yuanjing smiled awkwardly and withdrew the thunder in his hand.

This delay allowed the five spirits to attack him directly.

"Cuckoo~"

The ghost's howl was close at hand. Wang Yuanjing rolled up his sleeves, and golden yang fire surrounded his fists.

I don’t pretend anymore, I show my cards!
Actually, I practice both magic and martial arts!
　There is another chapter being written
　　
　
(End of this chapter)