While Everyone Prays to Gods and Buddhas, You Lead an Army of Ghosts?

Wang Hongmin checked Liu Mang's physical condition and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for being dehydrated, exhausted, and looking bad, everything else is fine.

In the entire Class 4 of the senior high school, there are only three students left who can reach the top 32.

At this point, everyone had a miserable victory, but Liu Mang seemed to be better than others.

The lottery was being drawn again below, but Wang Hongmin was seizing the time to help the three of them recover and cheered: "Students, the important thing is to participate and don't have any psychological burden. Once you get on the stage, just try your best to be yourself and leave no regrets."

When the lottery results came out, Wang Hongmin and Liu Mang were shocked.

In the top 32, he was unlucky enough to meet Huang Yan.

This is the most eye-catching talent in the entire No. 2 Middle School this year, the big treasure in the eyes of the principal, and the champion that everyone in this internal exchange competition has unanimously recognized.

Liu Mang felt very depressed. Not to mention that his current condition was not good. Even if he recovered to his best, he might not be able to beat Erlang Shen.

Unless Emperor Fengdu appears.

However, Liu Mang thought of a key question.

With the magnitude of Emperor Fengdu, the energy required by this great master is definitely rising, and it is definitely not comparable to the Gate of the Underworld and Black and White Impermanence.

Then can I summon it as I wish?

After coming out, how many seconds can it last?

At this time, Wang Hongmin saw the bitterness on Liu Mang's face and suddenly felt the same.

After he encouraged the other two people, he comforted Liu Mang: "Don't worry, put down your baggage and go into battle lightly. You may not lose against Huang Yan. Besides, it's not shameful for you to lose to him. The opponent's The pressure is greater than yours.”

Seeing that Liu Mang just nodded perfunctorily, Wang Hongmin suddenly stuffed something into his palm quietly: "Take it, you'll need it later."

Liu Mang felt a chill in his palms, and his physical and mental discomfort suddenly eased a lot.

Spreading his palms and moving his eyes, he was suddenly shocked. This turned out to be a low-grade spiritual stone.

When Wang Hongmin saw Liu Mang was about to speak, he stopped him on the spot: "Don't make a fuss, perform well, the teacher is optimistic about you."

Liu Mang's heart felt warm. Lao Wang still treated his students like family members as always.

At this moment, he wanted to refuse, but he also particularly longed for this spiritual stone.

After struggling in my heart for a while, I said solemnly: "Teacher Wang, when I enter the top eight and get the reward, I will definitely pay it back to you."

"No matter how big a deal it is, the teacher won't care about your spiritual stones. If you work hard, the teacher will be satisfied."

A few minutes later, the top 32 officially started.

Liu Mang entered the ring. His physical and mental condition had recovered a lot. Holding the low-grade spiritual stone in his hand, he felt that his confidence suddenly soared.

Huang Yan, who was standing a few meters away from the opposite side, stood with his hands behind his hands, looking particularly elegant.

He looked Liu Mang up and down and asked calmly: "Are you the double enchanter who awakened the double ghost possession?"

Liu Mang did not answer. Due to their backgrounds and class differences, Liu Mang had some hatred of rich people and had always disliked people like Huang Yan.

Seeing the two people being silent, the referee teacher on the side said: "Both sides are ready~ the game begins!"

An orange spiritual light array lit up at Huang Yan's feet, and a figure appeared in front of him.

Erlang Shen wears a three-mountain flying phoenix hat, a pale goose-yellow dress, a jade belt around his waist, golden boots, dragon stockings and eight-treasure makeup.

There is a third eye on the forehead, but it is tightly closed at this time.

The right hand holds a three-pointed, two-edged sword. It is so powerful that it has a coercive force that makes people want to bow down at just one glance.

He truly deserves to be at the level of a famous great god.

Huang Yan caught a glimpse of Liu Mang looking at Erlang Shen with a somewhat dazed look, and said with a proud smile: "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance to make the first move, otherwise..."

"Let me attack first?" Liu Mang came back to his senses. First he felt angry at being slighted, and then his heart was replaced by joy: "This is simply wonderful!"

Liu Mang didn't know Erlang Shen's true combat power.

But in the world of mythology, this is a famous god who is said to be able to fight the Monkey King with no return.

Now I plan to stand and get beaten. How can I not meet this requirement?

Liu Mang caught a glimpse of Huang Yan putting his hands in front of him, also holding spiritual stones in his palms, and there seemed to be a lot of them.

He knew clearly in his heart that he could not compete with Huang Yan on his background or engage in a protracted war, otherwise it would probably end in failure.

Then, a spiritual light array lit up under his feet, releasing the gate of the underworld, and Black and White Wuchang walked out.

The two gentlemen frowned at this time and yelled with displeasure on their faces: "Are you done with you loser?"

Black and White Wuchang doesn't mind fighting, but the feeling of being tied down is very frustrating.

Fighting like this is like a child playing house, it is better not to fight.

Liu Mang had three black lines on his forehead, and he pointed towards the opposite side with his mouth open: "Hei Ye, Bai Ye, look at the other side, that's Erlang Shen."

"Hey~ Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun?"

Erlang Shen snorted coldly: "How can you, a black and white brat, deserve to fight with me!"

Regarding Erlang Shen's face-to-face ridicule, Black and White Wuchang just sneered.

When Liu Mang saw this, he quickly responded: "Two gentlemen, the current Erlang Zhenjun cannot exert one-tenth of his strength, so he can't beat him!"

"Fart! How do you hit him?" Fan Wujiu shouted angrily. He had no intention of using the mourning stick against the three-pointed two-edged sword.

"I have spiritual energy!" Liu Mang quickly showed off the low-grade spiritual stone in his hand: "The other side said, let us take action first!"

"Oh?" Black and White Wuchang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is there such a good thing?!"

Master Hei and Master Bai looked at each other. After spending countless years together, these two gods from the underworld instantly understood what the other was thinking.

Without any warning, Master Bai released his skill and hit Erlang Shen with a corpse poison, sucking the blood and poisoning the target at the same time.

At the same time, Heiye's soul-stirring power arrives, which can corrupt the opponent and feed himself back at the same time.

Erlang Shen originally stood with his left hand on his hips and a three-pointed two-edged sword in his right hand, looking like a majestic statue, completely unprepared.

In this great god's heart, he didn't take the black and white brat seriously at all.

And the attacks of these two ghosts were so cruel that there wasn't even the slightest sign.

So much so that Erlang Shen was hit directly, a dull thumping sound came out of his mouth, and he was beaten hard.

He was so angry that he picked up the three-pointed two-edged sword and shouted: "You bastard! How dare you sneak attack me..."

Before he finished speaking, two shadows, black and white, had already drifted closer, and two soul-destroying sticks swept over from the left and right, hitting him squarely in the chest.

With two bangs, Erlang Shen was beaten hard again. The tall figure flew out of the ring and fell hard to the floor.

After three axes were beaten, taking advantage of Erlang Shen's arrogance, Black and White Wuchang succeeded in a sneak attack.

It's quite unethical, but it's really useful.

At this time, Huang Yan, who was defenseless, had just come to his senses. He saw Erlang God, whom his family had worshiped for generations, falling outside the ring, covering his chest and screaming strangely. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

With a "wow" sound, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

I don't know if he was angry or if he was injured because of Erlang Shen's injury.

Anyway, the result is injury.