Chapter 3368 I'll Send You On Your Way

"Eight-faced Yama, aren't you very powerful? Aren't you elusive? Can you show off again for me?"

The fat boy twisted his butt and mocked the Eight-Faced Yama.

Now Eight-Faced Yama was trying hard to deal with the endless killing moves in the magic circle and had no time to pay attention to Xiaopang.

The Fatty was even more cocky now: "Eight-faced Yama, I don't think you can do it either. If you have the ability, come out and show me how awesome you are..."

This made Xiaopang very proud.

Not only does he have to withstand the attacks from the magic circle, but he also has to withstand the magical attacks from Xiaopang.

Listening to Xiaopang's humiliating words, the Eight-Faced Yama was unable to concentrate and was greatly disturbed.

Xiaopang wandered around in front of the Eight-sided Yama for a while, then turned back and asked me for some more food.

This made all the martial arts masters so greedy that they almost drooled.

Finally someone couldn't help it and came over to ask me for something to eat and drink.

After they were captured by the Eight-Faced Yama, they suffered a lot. Not only did most of their cultivation be devoured, but they also had little to eat or drink in the past two days.

There was no shortage of food and drinks in my dragon-tiger mirror, so I was not stingy and took out a lot of food and drinks and distributed them to those people so that they could fill their stomachs.

It has to be said that this Eight-Faced Yama is indeed powerful, even more powerful than Zhang Qingan had expected.

He actually endured the third round of strangulation by the magic circle. By the fourth round, he felt that he could not hold on any longer and the ghost energy on his body became weaker and weaker.

I also can't let the magic circle strangle him directly. After all, this guy is very powerful and must be devoured by the Blood Refining Ball.

We can't do business at a loss.

When the blue electric current appeared in the fourth round of magic circle, the Eight-Faced Yama collapsed and his body suddenly fell to the ground. The blue electric current began to travel all over his body, and he howled in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

With the next killing move, Eight-Faced Yama would definitely be in danger of his life.

When the blue electric currents disappeared, the Eight-Faced Yama was already lying on the ground, motionless.

Seeing that the next killing move was about to appear, I quickly formed seals with my hands and broke the magic circle. At the same time, I waved to everyone. Everyone picked up their magic weapons and surrounded the Eight-sided Yama.

Those who had been tortured by the Eight-Faced Yama before, seeing that he was only breathing his last breath, could no longer bear it and rushed towards him all at once, wishing they could bite off a piece of his flesh.

When Kasan saw this, he immediately slashed at those people with his sword: "Stand there and don't move!"

When Kassan's murderous aura was revealed, the group of martial arts masters no longer dared to come forward and stopped in their tracks.

Kasan naturally knew what I was going to do next, and I definitely couldn't let these people ruin my good thing.

The blood refining ball flew out and kept getting closer to the Eight-sided Yama.

I also followed the blood refining ball quickly.

What I didn’t expect was that when he was still four or five steps away from Eight-Faced Yama, he who was lying on the ground suddenly jumped up and hit me with both palms waving.

This move was so stinking that it hit me in the face. It must be the Corpse Poison Palm that he used.

Not long ago, the sloppy Taoist and Chi Lang fell into this trap.

The Eight-Faced Yama must hate me to death, and he is determined to kill me at all costs.

Fortunately, I had already prepared for the guy to do something desperate, so before he could slap me with his palms, I tapped the ground with my toes and flew backwards for a distance.

At the same time, I threw a talisman knife from my sleeve at him.

The palms of the Eight-Faced Yama directly slapped on the talisman knife in his sleeve. The powerful impact force made him groan and then he fell out.

After Eight-Faced Yama landed on the ground, he wanted to get up immediately. Brother Gu and Kasan both raised their magic swords to meet him.

At this time, Eight-Faced Yama was already at the end of his strength. The magic circle consumed too much of his spiritual power. At this moment, he was no match for Kasan and Brother Gu. The three of them only fought for two or three moves before Brother Gu kicked him in the chest and he fell to the ground.

Then Kasan went up and stabbed him in the waist with his sword.

The two of them quickly stepped back, and Kasan called out to me, "Brother Wu, come over and have dinner."

The blood refining ball immediately increased its speed and crashed towards the Eight-Faced Yama. The Eight-Faced Yama wanted to dodge, but after standing up, he ran towards the cave entrance.

He had only run a few steps when the blood-refining ball suddenly hit his back, quickly separating into countless red blood threads that wrapped around his body.

The Eight-Faced Yama rolled on the ground and wailed in agony, his cultivation being quickly devoured.

I held the Shengxie Sword in my hand and walked towards Bamian Yama.

He turned his head and stared at me with a fierce look: "You must not die well! If you do not die well, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

"You can't even be a ghost." I sneered.

"You...you are the real evil cultivator. You actually have the Blood Spirit Ancestor's Blood Refining Ball on you. What is your relationship with him?" Even when death was imminent, the Eight-Faced Yama did not forget to get things clear.

"The Blood Spirit Ancestor is my godson. Now you understand, you will go down and meet my godson soon." As I spoke, red light overflowed from the blood refining ball, and the devouring power became more ferocious.

The martial arts masters we captured were all terrified when they saw my blood-red blood-refining ball.

Even if these people have not seen Elder Xueling's blood refining ball, they must have heard of it. They should be very frightened at this moment.

Judging from the strength I have shown now, they must think that I am more dangerous than the Eight-Faced Yama.

However, frightened by the pressure from our group, those people didn't dare to say anything.

I don’t care anyway. I don’t care if people call me an evil cultivator. I’ve gotten used to it.

The Blood Refining Ball tortured the Eight-Faced Yama for more than ten minutes before completely draining all of his cultivation.

At this moment, the Eight-Faced Yama was like a dead pig, lying on the ground and trembling slightly. It was then that I finally saw the true face of the Eight-Faced Shura.

This guy is an old man who looks to be over a hundred years old, and he exudes a strong eerie and ghostly aura.

"Eight-year Yama, I will send you to death!" As he said that, the Shengxie Sword stabbed fiercely and pierced his heart. The Eight-faced Yama exhaled the last breath of his life and fell down without breathing.

After killing the Eight-Faced Yama, I began to feel his body up and down.

Soon, I found the sloppy Taoist's Donghuang Bell and his own magic weapon Baiyue Ding on Bamian Yama's body.