The mountain wind blew across the ridge, and the car had stopped at the front of the mountain. An old man got out of the car and looked at the land of Phoenix Mountain.
"Kamo Yoshimasa, why aren't you here?"
Ampere Shuiliu looked at Qingxue coldly. Qingxue had already changed into a tight-fitting outfit and was carrying a Yin-Yang umbrella on her back.
"Lord Ampere, this battle has a different purpose."
"Lord Kamo, what you want is a divine beast!"
"Baka!"
The Ampere family looked at Qingxue angrily, but Qingxue remained calm. She bowed to Ampere Shuiliu again and said, "We must win this battle."
"With so many Onmyoji dispatched, do you think they will fail?"
Behind Ampei Shuiliu, there were also more than 30 Yin and Yang masters, plus the hidden soldiers of the Ampei family. In Ampei Shuiliu's eyes, even if they did not use Kamo Yoshimasa, they could still win.
"Lord Ampere, you want to defeat the Dragon King?"
"Of course I will win!"
"The mountain is right here, and there's so much spiritual energy?"
Ampei Shuiliu also looked at Phoenix Mountain, feeling the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Ampei Shuiliu looked behind him and saw that the people of the Tokugawa family had also arrived.
"Go into the mountains!"
With so many people going into the mountains, the tourist attractions are not well known.
They were like ghosts, casting spells and entering Phoenix Mountain.
There were no helicopters in the sky anymore, and the Onmyojis were walking in the mountains and forests without making any sound.
"Wait a moment!"
Ampei Shuiliu sat in a willow-wood sedan chair with blood-red veins on it. As if she had discovered something, she looked toward the mountain road ahead.
"Shaman?"
Ampere Shuiliu sneered, and as Ampere Shuiliu spoke, the person in front had already thrown out the fire talisman.
"boom!"
The forest was as bright as day, and from behind the trees on the opposite side, one shaman disciple after another emerged.
“Indeed!”
Ampere Shuiliu wasn't worried. They had gathered over fifty Yin and Yang Masters, and they were confident they could destroy the shamans here. They were mentally prepared, as some of the shamans had already been dealt with.
"Ampere Water Willow!"
Yelu Xing emerged from the mountain, clutching a scepter. He had already taken off his colorful clothes, leaving him bare-chested. His old body was covered in tattoos.
The tattoo looked freshly drawn and still smelled of blood.
"Who are you?"
"Shaman, Yeluxing!"
"That Holy Son, Yelu Ming, who is he to you?" Ampere Shuiliu said lightly.
"My son!"
Ampere Shuiliu nodded, looked at Yeluxing across from him, and then looked around again. There weren't many people on Yeluxing, and Gu Shaman's Qi was also very weak, not as good as Onmyoji.
"After all these years, I've actually lost interest in meeting a shaman."
"When we first conquered the North, the Shamans were so powerful."
"But now, it's an old man like you, with a bunch of idiots. Shamanism has declined, and you will never be able to compare with Onmyoji."
"From now on, the only Taoist magic that China can obtain is yin and yang."
"fart!"
Without Yelu Xing saying anything, the shaman disciples behind him started cursing one by one.
"Those who are about to fight will all line up in front!"
Someone in the distant Yin-Yang Master shouted, and golden chains spread out in all directions. Then, all kinds of strange illusions appeared in the surroundings.
"Okay, your son is dead."
"You should follow the so-called Holy Son."
Ampere Shuiliu laughed triumphantly, and the Yin-Yang Master also laughed.
"Yeah?"
A figure suddenly appeared behind Ampei Shuiliu and the others. Yelu Ming was standing behind Ampei Shuiliu, which surprised everyone.
"you?"
Ampei Shuiliu also saw Yelu Ming and immediately became suspicious. Qingxue also looked at Yelu Ming and felt the murderous aura from him.
"Sure enough, just as the adults said, Ampei Shanyu is a waste." Qingxue thought that Ampei Shanyu had failed in fighting like this.
"Shaman!"
“Woo woo woo!”
Suddenly, a trombone appeared in Yelu Ming's hand, and he blew it vigorously. As Yelu Ming played, figures seemed to appear in the forest. Not only human figures, but also the shadows of wild animals.
"Shaman!" Yelu Xing also shouted and hit his left chest hard with his scepter.
"boom!"
Like muffled thunder, the shaman disciples behind him also roared.
In this mountain, the shaman's blood is boiling.
"What's going on?" Someone panicked and cursed.
Yelu Ming looked at his father, while others looked at Yelu Ming.
"Child, you are the Holy Son. In today's battle, you must obey the Holy Son."
"dad!"
There is no language used, communication is entirely based on shamanic consciousness.
At this moment, Yelu Ming roared again.
"Shaman, meet the enemy!"
"I am invincible, the Shaman of the North!"
"Kill the Onmyoji!"
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