Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

These black-robed old men are all gloomy, their faces are like ghosts, and their aura is surging. They are all evil cultivators whose cultivation base is invincible.

And in the middle of the hall, under a nine-foot-tall golem, stood a haggard, white-haired old man, who seemed to be whispering something softly.

However, when the explosion sounded and the mountains shook, everyone in the hall woke up.

"What's going on? Why is there an explosion?"

Some people wondered.

"Could it be that warlord is attacking again?"

Someone had a dark look in his eyes and shouted loudly.

"It's not good, elders, the army of warlords is attacking."

A guard ran in hastily and said in a panic.

"Hmph, a mere warlord, an ant-like mortal, dares to attack the main altar of my Witch Blood Sect, I don't know what it means."

The white-haired old man standing under the golem snorted coldly: "Everyone, follow me to open the witch demon formation. No matter how many people come from the other party, I will tell him whether to come or not."

"Yes."

Many black-robed elders all sneered, their eyes full of blood.

The elite army was like a broken bamboo, quickly breaking through the city wall and attacking the upper half of the mountain.

But when the Witch Blood Sect reacted, they encountered stubborn resistance.

The main altar of the Witch Blood Sect moved to Kyushu, and tens of thousands of followers and their families lived in the cottage.

These people and the Witch Blood Sect were both prosperous and harmed, and when they saw someone attacking the stronghold, they were all vicious and desperate.

"Kill!"

Numerous people with their upper bodies exposed, feathers on their heads, hideous masks on their faces, long swords and horizontal knives in their hands, came out of each room to meet the army.

"Bang bang bang!"

The hot weapons in the hands of the elite army continued to attack, but as the distance became shorter and shorter, the hot weapons were useless.

Chapter 1137 Strange sorcery, bloody battle against evil cultivators!

So, these elite troops pulled out the big swords they were carrying, and charged towards the Witch Blood Sect people on the opposite side.

The two torrents collided together, and immediately burst into bloody flowers.

Most of these Witch Blood Cultists are not high in cultivation, but they also have fists and kicks, and they are all fierce.

There are also many witch-blood believers, holding amulets, bells, etc., to drive away zombies, control evil spirits, and deal with these elite troops.

Its weirdness made these elite soldiers suffer a lot.

"Shh!"

An elite soldier with a good foundation, he has practiced the tiger demon body training technique to an outstanding level. He holds an iron knife, like an ancient general who charged into battle.

The sword glowed sharply, exuding a piercing light, and every time the sword was struck, there would be a shrill scream.

Anyone who wanted to stop him was directly chopped off from the top of his head by him, and a blood line was drawn to split him in half.

The knife followed the people, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died under his hands. He was extremely ferocious and shocked countless enemies around him.

When countless enemies were terrified, a man covered in black gave a sly smile, held a wooden staff, and pointed at the soldier in the air.

The man was murmuring some incantations, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly shot out a black glow, hitting the elite soldier.

"Why do I have no strength?"

The elite soldier turned pale with fright, feeling that the strength of his body was passing away quickly, and his whole body became limp and weak. The big iron knife that was swung in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and he could not swing it at all.

He could feel something like a bug swimming in his body, frantically devouring his essence and blood.

The elite soldier just wanted to remind the other soldiers, who knew that a black iron corpse suddenly turned over and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

"Crack!"

The shoulders of this elite soldier were crushed, and then, the powerful iron corpse, with its palms like knives, thrust straight into his chest.

With a bang, Iron Corpse tore his hands apart, and this promising elite soldier died for no apparent reason.

This kind of weird things happened constantly in every corner of the cottage, some were killed by zombies, some were killed by evil spirits.

These elite soldiers were almost powerless to fight back, knowing that those officers had joined the battle, they only faintly recovered from the defeat.

"Boom!"

These officers were personally taught by Ye Fan, and their cultivation was far superior to these elite soldiers.

They shot, it can be said to be earth-shattering.

These officers are like dragons, roaming in all directions of the battlefield, like human armored vehicles, rampaging on the battlefield.

Anyone who was hit by them would have their bones broken and their tendons broken, cutting their way on the battlefield abruptly.

Ye Fan looked at the scene in front of him with a sullen face, but he didn't make a move immediately.

Seeing the rain and wind falling on the disciples of the Witch Blood Cult, a sharp voice sounded like thunder from the top of the mountain.