The severe pain from Wang Ding's abdomen and the two of them competed with each other, Wang Ding could not catch the shrine. The shrine escaped, and the statue of the god inside the shrine also fell to the ground.

The statue of the god, which had been weathered so hard that it could not see clearly, fell to the ground. Wang Ding quickly covered his stomach and picked up the statue.

"Get it!" Huang Er was so angry that he jumped in three or two steps: "Anyway, I'm going to die, I'll fight with you! I'm going to smash this broken statue!" It was the village chief and a group of villagers who stopped Huang Ershou, and the village chief advised: "Oh, when is it now? I'm still fighting? The Wang family has protected the village countless years. You have to be unable to get along with a child and a clay statue?"

Just when the place was in chaos, a huge wave of ghost soldiers suddenly broke in. This time, each ghost soldier seemed to be very vicious. They took down all the villagers and then lined up in several rows.

Anyone who resisted would be beaten up with one stick and would be unconscious and beg forcibly.

The villagers were limp and trembling, probably knowing the meaning.

"This is to cut our heads in rows!"

"Ah... Could it be... Woooooooo, I don't want to die yet... Village Chief! Help!"

"Village Chief! Village Chief! Think of a solution!"

When Huang Dayi woke up, he knew that the Yin soldiers were going to chop their heads. These two brothers were usually the most ferocious, but they were the weakest when they died. For a moment, the feces and urine flowed in one go, and their limbs were like soft-legged crabs, which was even worse than children.

At this time, the village chief gritted his teeth and said, "Friends, our village has lived in the mountains for so many years, and has been going through ups and downs for hundreds of years. What have we seen before? In the past, the bear demon ate our livestock, and wasn't it just that everyone sacrificed their lives to chop it up?

But this time we are not lucky, it's our turn to lose our heads. I'm afraid that he will lose his ball. The villagers have a big scar on their heads. It's also good luck for the whole village to go on the road together. At least we have a look after each other on the road, right?"

The residents in the mountains are fierce, not to mention the people who get along with alien mountain monsters every day. The village chief’s words resonated with other men.

"Yes, what's the point of death? Let's go on the road together. These ghost soldiers will never be reborn in the end!"

"Village Chief! We are not afraid of death!"

"Die together."

At this time, there was a riot next to him. It turned out that Wang Ding, who had practiced magic, was still a bit tricky, and several Yin soldiers joined forces to take him down.

"I am an outer disciple of Yinxiao Sect! Whoever dares to touch me, my young sect will definitely kill you!"

Wang Ding held the statue of the god, and the whirlwind spells continued to stop. Unfortunately, his magic power was too shallow, and he ran out of power without a few moves.

A group of ghost soldiers rushed forward, and Wang Ding could only move around and use the body skills taught by the Shaozong.

For a moment, he jumped up in chaos.

The villagers were stunned by the side, and Huang Da murmured: "This kid has this trick? He hid it very deeply..."

Huang Er's legs were trembling and he couldn't stand up, but when he saw Wang Ding making a fuss, he recovered some energy for a while. He suddenly shouted like a pig, "Wang Ding, beat them to death! Beat them to death!"

Unfortunately, the Yin soldier holding a big sword behind Huang Er was impatient and fucked him again.

But when Huang Er shouted, the villagers were excited, either shouting to cheer for Wang Ding or starting to struggle, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

"Can you still rebel?" The captain of the Yin soldiers suddenly rushed in. The guy was huge and gave people a strong sense of oppression. He beat up several middle-aged villagers with three punches and two kicks, and then stared at the king.

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Certainly.

Wang Dingru faced a great enemy, so he took the weapon of a Yin soldier and held his breath and looked at the Yin soldier captain.

The captain laughed strangely, and then twisted his body with a tiger back and bear waist and fought with Wang Ding. Wang Ding would not be its opponent and was beaten to the ground with a punch.

"Hehehe."

The Yin soldiers picked up his back collar and then held his head and personally cut off Wang Ding's head.

"Wang Ding!"

"Wang Ding!"

The villagers exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, the young Wang Ding suddenly waved the statue of the gods and smashed them hard on the face of the Yin Soldier Captain. The statue of the gods was a consecrated object. This time, the Yin Soldier Captain was so dizzy that he felt that his facial features were smashed.

The young Wang Ding held a sword in one hand, and his move to "raise the fire to the sky" was launched with force, as fast as lightning, and his strength penetrated the heads of the ghost soldiers.

The sword king roared and tried his best to penetrate the sword until the hilt was almost inserted into it.

The body of the Yin soldiers fell down, and Wang Ding fell to the ground and hugged the statue and panted.

"Okay!" the village chief shouted.

The villagers cheered.

The unrest here attracted the attention of the ghost generals not far away. The ghost king looked at this place and then issued a massacre order.

In an instant, the sound of cutting and stabbing the flesh sounded everywhere, screaming and crying continued.

The village chief was so sad that he watched the villagers being massacred one after another, and even the children were not spared. At this time, he was kicked in the bend of his legs, kneeling down and waiting for the knife to cut his neck.

The same was true for the young Wang Ding. He held the statue of the god and faced the siege of a group of ghost soldiers powerlessly.

"Help!"

"Who will save us?"

The young Wang Ding closed his eyes and heard the screams. Finally, he roared angrily, and even knocked his head to open a road, staggered into the middle, holding up the statue of the god!

"The Wang family has worshipped the great god of Yinxiao Sect for generations! We have been sincere and loyal for hundreds of generations without regrets. Wang Ding, the 321st generation of the unfilial descendants of the Wang family, please worship the great god to show their spirits to save the people!"

Wang Ding roared loudly. He knelt on his knees and raised the statue of the god, completely unprepared, as if he had placed all hope on the statue of the god.

Unfortunately, the statue did not respond.

"Disciple Wang Ding, please worship the great god to show his spirit!" Wang Ding roared again, but the ghost soldier had already swept his chest with one sword.

Blood flowed down his chest, and Wang Ding only felt a sensation gushing out of his throat.

When the villagers saw this scene, they felt desperate for some reason and even slaughtered.

"Wang Ding!" the village chief shouted, but unfortunately the young Wang Ding could no longer hear it.

"Mother-in-law...father...mother...son is unfilial...Wang family...is a last resort..."

Wang Ding's head hangs, his hands saggy, and the statue of the god fell straight to the ground. For some reason, the statue of the god that could never be broken in the past fell to pieces this time.

The young Wang Ding had the last bit of consciousness left. He saw the statue of the god from the crack of his eyes and subconsciously wanted to protect the statue, but his heart stopped beating.

The hand was powerless to move again.

Only blood kept falling, dyeing the statue completely red.

The statue of the god actually had the characteristic of absorbing water, sucking away all Wang Ding's blood, and then the statue of the god that became red all over slowly closed together.

Recover as before.

All the Yin soldiers stopped their movements.

The villagers got a breather, but they also noticed what happened here.

Because a man with a red body appeared in the middle out of thin air, he stood in front of the young Wang Ding.

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The red man's figure is vaguely transparent, and it is obviously the existence hidden in the statue of the god.

"A descendant of the Wang family."

The red man couldn't see his appearance clearly and just asked, "What do you mean by calling me?"

The voice is low but there is an unquestionable majesty.

But Wang Ding seemed to be dead, how could he answer?

So the red man reached out and pulled out the sword from his back. Wang Ding immediately woke up like a drowning person.

"Ah...huh...ah..."

Wang Ding only felt that he almost had drowned just now. When he looked up and saw the person in front of him, he was immediately stunned. Although this person could not see clearly, wasn’t he exactly the same as the weathered god statue?

This posture, this posture!

What grandma said is true! What dad said is true! Our Wang family is blessed by Shen Shen!

"A descendant of the Wang family."

The red man's tone did not fluctuate at all: "What do you mean by calling me?"

When Wang Ding heard this, he burst into tears and was very excited. He hurriedly bowed: "Diss Wang Ding, come to the great god! Disss Wang Ding has been to the Wang family for generations, come to the great god!"

The red man nodded slowly this time, and finally said: "What do you call me from the descendants of the Wang family?"

After Wang Ding kowtowed hard, he was filled with mixed feelings and looked at the sides with a last tears.

The vicious Huang brothers were completely confused at this time, and the other villagers had similar expressions, staring at the great god worshipped by the Wang family in amazement.

The young Wang Ding stood up slowly. The tragic injury on his chest healed quickly, and only the clothes could see a big hole.

He stood here and said word by word: "Please kill the demons and eliminate the demons and return them to my country!"

at the same time!

What they didn't know was that there was an arrow from the sky, carrying the best spirit stone cave through the tomb of the God King, hitting the entire array eye of the Qi Pass!

An unparalleled spiritual power instantly activates the Yinxiao Sect seal formation.

The red man in front of Wang Ding also radiated his whole body at this moment, and his image became more obvious. He was a bearded man wearing a high hat, a neon robe, and an ivory tablet.
To be continued...