Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 175 Rakshasa Army?Anchovy essence?
"I'm not a rabbit master!" Lin Shu put his hands on the neck of the beast king, "Kill him!"

The Beastmaster continued to push Nan Bowan into the air with only brute force. Just as Nan Bowan was about to fall, suddenly a burst of vitality appeared behind him.

It turned out to be Yidaoxian, who caught Nan Bowan!
"Yi Dao Xian, you came just in time! Let's work together to subdue this beast!" Nan Bowan said.

Yidaoxian nodded without changing his face.

Because there was a huge commotion outside, Black and White Impermanence had already arrived at the entrance of the castle. The two glanced at each other, and immediately glared at the people at the door.

"I'll stabilize the situation, you go underground, what happened to the bull's head and horse face, and whether the mirage was killed or controlled by someone." Bai Wuchang said to Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang grinned: "So many people, can you deal with them?"

"My limb-attaching skills are now perfect." Bai Wuchang smiled confidently.

While speaking, Hei Wuchang had already walked towards the house, just at this time Lin Shu had already arrived with a large team from the Corpse Sect.

"Don't let Hei Wuchang escape!" Lin Shu said.

"Escape? A group of disobedient children, thinking that you are invincible if you break free from the shackles of corpse insects? How naive..." Bai Wuchang walked down the steep steps with a huge scythe.

There was a sudden cold wind blowing around, making Bai Wuchang's god-skin battle robe flutter, and those eyes were coldly bursting with killing intent.

"Bai Wuchang! We are so loyal to the Corpse Sect, yet you treat us as your material!" A disciple brandished a steel knife and cursed.

"Originally, I wanted to expand the number of the Rakshasa Army, but you people don't know what to do... Whatever, whatever!"

As he said that, Bai Wuchang raised the sickle in his hand, and at this time, there were "swishling" sounds from the windows, doorways, and dark spaces of the castle.

Countless creatures with demented faces crawled out like "snags".

Almost every one of these people is wearing a battle robe, with a body length of three to four meters, but both sides of the body are densely packed with arms!
An ordinary disciple of the Corpse Sect was stunned by such a limb-receiving monster.

"No wonder you don't let the Raksha army attack easily, so you have already made the Raksha army so inhuman!" Among the disciples of the Corpse Sect, an old woman squeezed out and saw the Raksha who was once the pride of the Corpse Sect. Jun, each of them has become such a monster that is neither human nor ghost, her heart is like a knife, and she is in great pain!

These Rakshasa soldiers are all the most elite disciples of the Corpse Sect!

But now...

"No wonder, it was Auntie Meng who led the way." Bai Wuchang grinned, with a cruel expression, without a trace of human appearance.

Under his battle robe, he looked more like a skeleton, but none of the people present dared to underestimate Bai Wuchang's power.

Bai Wuchang slightly raised his hand, and said, "Give it to me..."

With an order, these shattered Rakshasa troops rushed towards the ordinary disciples around them like a tide.

Although there is no corpse worm as a shackle, but the cultivation of the disciples is limited, how can they fight these transformed twisted creatures?
Don't look at how terrifying these Rakshasa soldiers are, each of them looks like a centipede, but each of their arms can move.

It can be said that a Rakshasa army has more than three sets of weapons!

Some people's arms are all holding long knives.

There are also seven or eight spears.

What's more, with five or six bows, just one person can scatter a small rain of arrows!

The Raksha army rushed into the crowd, and the landslide and tsunami caused the disciples of the Corpse Sect to be beaten to pieces!
Po Meng frowned. Isn't she good? She stamped her hands on the ground: "God-skinned ghoul!" Po Meng was good at the divine skin technique and the corpse technique, and this divine-skinned ghoul was exactly what he used to do. A monster made up of corpses.

That's right, even if Granny Meng knew how to use skin skills, she had never used a living person as a corpse leader. He knew very well that the power of making a corpse leader from a living person was three times that of a dead person.

But as a member of the evil faction, she also has her own bottom line!

The god skin ghoul looks like a giant dog, its skin is black and sore, but its fighting power is very good.

Slapping Granny Meng's hands left and right, those Rakshasa soldiers couldn't get any cheap.

Seeing the help of the god skin ghoul, the surrounding disciples became more confident and fought harder.

Many of them also began to summon their own corpse leaders, but most of their corpse leaders were just zombies like puppets, and their damage was very limited.

But there is a saying that goes well, tigers cannot hold back wolves.

These corpse chiefs charged forward at once, some of them hugged the Rakshajun's leg, and some hugged the Rakshajun's waist, without saying a word, they opened their back molars and began to gnaw.

A Raksha army can deal with one or two corpses, but if there are a bunch of them, it can't stand it.

Luoshamen shook his body vigorously, but these unconscious and painless corpses were like tarsal maggots, they couldn't even shake them off!
Seeing the decline of the Rakshasa army, Bai Wuchang frowned. He glanced at Granny Meng and said, "Okay! Since you have already sent me to the door, teacher, don't blame me for not thinking about the old master-disciple relationship!"

"Damn! I don't have such an unfilial person like you!" Granny Meng cursed.

Bai Wuchang snorted, and suddenly raised the sickle high.

Granny Meng thought it was Bai Wuchang who was about to make a move. For this outstanding student, she also knew the truth that the green is better than the blue, so she immediately told her left and right: "Be careful!"

However, what Po Meng didn't expect was that Bai Wuchang's sickle pierced towards her.

At this moment, Po Meng was stunned, and even the other Corpse Sect disciples were also stunned.

"Bai Wuchang knew that he couldn't beat him, so he gave up on himself now?"

"I feel . . . yes."

The disciples whispered to each other, but they were still fighting.

Nan Bowan, who was on the tower in the distance, watched the battle, but had no intention of making a move.

Yidaoxian looked indifferent: "Aren't you going to make a move?"

"This is their own business, and the corpse sect itself is an evil faction. Isn't it good for us to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight and let them consume themselves? The evil sects are rubbish and deserve to die!" Nan Bowan said , if the master master had not asked him to find Jiang Han's clues, he would never have come to this dirty place.

After all, compared to other evil sects, this Corpse Sect is the most uncomfortable place.

Yidaoxian didn't speak, but he didn't intend to make a move either.

On the other hand, Bai Wuchang in the field showed a treacherous smile: "The art of connecting limbs is a thousand feet!"

"What?!" Granny Meng's heart sank when she heard this trick.

(End of this chapter)