I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 110 Devouring the Eight-Faced Demon Buddha
"what!"

With a scream, two streams of thick blood spurted out from the nostrils of the sorcerer Liu Xing. Not only his nose bleeds, but even his eyes uncontrollably ooze blood and tears.

Not to mention the eyes, even the ears are not spared.

So he screamed and fell down.

Wang Heng, the leader of the Fuqing Gang, raised his eyebrows. He and the elite soldiers standing beside him who were guarding the drones and robot dog operators were all a little surprised.

The South Asian sorcerer in front of him is no small Karami. You have to know that their first contact was not peaceful. How could the gangs and the sorcerer not test each other before contacting and cooperating with each other?

This sorcerer had to sacrifice several lives to perform his magic, so the fight was naturally not going to be peaceful. He also used human lives to prove his power.

But now such a powerful man actually fell in front of them, and seemed to have no intention of resisting and just lay there.

Moreover, even in front of the opponent's eight-faced Buddha statue, it couldn't protect him.

This thing is the deity worshipped by the South Asian sorcerers. It has supernatural powers and can manifest miracles.

But even if there is such a statue in front of us, we can do nothing.

It shows how fierce the opponent is!

“Pull the stuff back!
Notify the brothers nearby to retreat as well!"

He quickly gave the order that the situation was not feasible and that they should retreat first, otherwise they would die here.

"Yes!"

Whether it is the drone pilots in front of the computers or wearing AR glasses, those who can be withdrawn have already started to be retrieved.

Those large drones began to land on the roof and in front of the building. The operators here controlled the robot dogs to return to the roof and the open space in front of the building.

He hung the hook on the robot dog on the large drone rack and then quickly retreated.

On Chen Yaozu's side, the small Los Angeles Capital Seal looked like a mountain when it suddenly fell down.

When the mountain collapses, no matter how many people are underneath, they will be crushed to pieces.

Similarly, the little ghosts that were rushing towards him were smashed down by his fierce smile and turned into a puddle of paste.

Like a pancake, it was flattened on the ground by the force of the seal, and then it turned into a pile of mud, emitting a burnt smell, and then slowly dissipated.

Although the other two or three ghosts that were held in the embrace had no intelligence, the great fear between life and death at the moment made these ghosts instantly exert all their strength and instantly break free from the arms of Zhou Jiping and others that could burn them to a crisp.

At this moment, the sorcerer had fallen to the ground with blood gushing out of all his orifices. These little ghosts, without any control, could only instinctively leap into the night sky and retreat towards the sorcerer.

"Follow!"

Chen Yaozu looked at the ghosts running away and quickly shouted out the window: "Since they have retreated, let's remove the ghost wall, follow them, and swallow those ghosts!"

A few hundred meters outside the building, there was a ghost wall that blocked nearly dozens of elite gangsters. After those elites retreated, it quietly dissipated and turned into a breeze that followed.

Li Jianguo picked up the gun excitedly and said, "Should we catch up with them next?

They are surrounding three and killing one, following and killing them!"

Zhou Jiping, Wenzhou Yu and others also started putting on their clothes, picked up their guns, and waited for Chen Yaozu's orders.

"Sir, the Dharma Protectors and their men are ready!"

Wenzhou Yu glanced at his phone and said, “If we have the advantage, we must take the opportunity to beat the fallen dog.

If we don’t have an advantage, then we have to let them create an advantage for us!”

There was another sentence he didn't say, which was: Besides, we can tell at a glance whether we have any advantages or not.

Now that things have come to this, what else does Chen Yaozu have to say: "Then catch up with them and kill them!

Leave the matters of the mysterious world to me, and the enemies in reality will be up to you!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Jiping and Wenzhou Yu ran out quickly with a few leaders, and only Li Jianguo stayed with them. In fact, his hundreds of illegal workers had almost been disbanded.

Even if they had not disbanded, few of them had guns, and even fewer knew how to use them.

Therefore, he himself does not have many subordinates.

I can only follow Chen Yaozu and act as a bodyguard!

Chen Yaozu went downstairs and sat in the driver's seat of the car, listening to the gunshots gradually fade away, and then he followed his inner feeling and started the car and drove in that direction. Liu Xing, the sorcerer, was dying. The Nanyang sorcery was a spell that could only succeed and not fail.

Or witchcraft.

In order to perform it successfully, there must be a sacrifice that satisfies the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha. If not, if you are lucky, it will fail, and if you are unlucky, it will backfire on yourself.

Unless you make up enough sacrifices.

Liu Xing is now bleeding from all seven orifices, where can he get any sacrifice?

Then, a black gas seeped out of the eight-faced ghost-Buddha statue, enveloped his body, and began to suck his life and blood.

“No, no, no, God, give me some time, I will definitely be able to offer you enough sacrifices!

The number of virgin boys and girls will double again!
Please give me another chance!"

Liu Xing lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Red mist gushed out from his mouth and nose and flew towards the eight-sided ghost and Buddha statue. It was his blood and essence turning into mist. If he continued to inhale it like this, he would die.

He was so scared that he begged for mercy.

The Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha seemed satisfied with this condition and stopped absorbing his blood and essence.

Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could do so, he turned around and found that it was the two little ghosts that flew back. However, he was not happy after the little ghosts flew back. Instead, he looked at them in horror as they opened their bloody mouths full of fangs viciously and pounced on him.

"Lord Buddha, Lord God, help me!

The number of virgins, boys and girls, will double again!"

Liu Xing was so frightened that he threw himself before the eight-sided statue of ghosts and Buddhas and shouted for help.

Perhaps the conditions were right, for a red light flashed on the eight-sided ghost-Buddha statue, and an eerie atmosphere instantly covered the entire venue, making everyone present feel a chill on the back of their necks and also intimidating the two little ghosts.

Then, it was unknown what information the two remaining little ghosts received from the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha. They turned around and pounced on the elite members of the New York Fuqing Gang who were preparing to retreat urgently not far away.

"what……"

The scream just sounded and then stopped abruptly!

Someone died, more than one!
It was a tragic and inexplicable death!

Several elite soldiers stared with their eyes wide open, stood still and screamed, then fell to the ground with a bang.

They couldn't see the little ghost, but they knew it must be the work of the South Asian sorcerer next to them.

The elite members of the Fuqing Gang in New York quickly ran away with their panicked voices. After all, there were only two ghosts and they couldn't eat so many souls at once. In the end, they were still chased away by many people.

The two little ghosts pounced on the corpse and bit the soul on it. They were eating happily instinctively when they were suddenly swept away by some thick fog and disappeared!

The Ghost Mirror’s men have arrived!

In fact, they had arrived a long time ago, but just didn't get close. They were equivalent to cavalry, and they outflanked and detoured them along the way, killing two more little devils.

Then they were chased from a distance, leaving only two little ghosts back here.

Now that they have found the source, why would they still keep this little devil?

Of course, tear it into pieces and devour it!

“Merit?
What a scarce thing! "

Liu Xing, a sorcerer who was kneeling in front of the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha in shock, seemed to hear a murmur that seemed to come from the depths of his soul in the sudden calm.

Without having to listen carefully, one could sense that this whispering voice was filled with greed and desire.

The sound of gunfire gradually approached, and the elite members of the New York Fuqing Gang who were in charge of the disintegration had already retreated in this direction, and some had even run very far away.

Liu Xing did not dare to run. He saw dozens of ghosts. He hid behind the statue of the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha, trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.

A car drove over, not very fast, but in that night, Liu Xing felt as if what was driving in front of him was not a car, but a prehistoric giant beast.

The car stopped and the people in it got out.

This person looked familiar to him. He was definitely his lifelong enemy. The beginning of his bad luck was when he knew that Taigo had such a nephew: Chen Yaozu!
Another person got off the car, a middle-aged man holding a mirror.

Chen Yaozu walked forward and looked at the ferocious statue with a thousand hands, eight fangs and fangs on the altar in surprise, and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

“Hiss… The evil statue with the smell of blood and incense, when it cuts down mountains and destroys temples to wipe out evil spirits and purify the universe, can it also devour the accumulated incense power after killing it?
Is there going to be sequelae?"

(End of this chapter)