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The speed of the magic ring was quite fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the little Shaman.

The little Shaman didn't seem to want to fight with the magic ring, so he quickly retreated. How could the magic ring tolerate the little Shaman retreating after seeing this? He knew very well that the Shaman Cult's people all had greater abilities than the Shaman Drum in their hands. If he made the little Shaman retreat like this, then his and Fang Jin's situation would definitely be extremely dangerous. This was something that the magic ring could not tolerate.

Therefore, at this moment, the magic ring let out an angry roar and the staff in his hand was swung like a tornado towards the little Shaman.

The staff in the storage ring's hand could be said to be extremely heavy, especially in a situation where the storage ring was swinging so fast. As long as it hit the staff, it would definitely cause serious injuries.

The little Shaman obviously understood this, and when he saw the staff in the magic ring's hand, he couldn't help but show a fearful expression.

He let out a light snort. At this moment, he did not retreat any further. The Shaman Drum in his hand was swinging at an even faster speed than before. A strange drumbeat was being emitted from the Shaman Drum.

Clearly, the little Shaman understood that if he did not object to knocking the magic ring to the ground, the magic ring would stop him. If that was the case, even if he wanted to use the power within the Shaman Drum, it would be impossible for him to do so.

The Storage Ring was tightly knitted in a frown. At this moment, it seemed to be resisting the strange power that was being transmitted from the Shaman Drum.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jin's eyes narrowed as he quickly thought about what he should do to face the little Shaman in front of him.

Fang Jin was very clear in his heart that this little Shaman in front of him was completely different from the previous situation he faced with the magic ring. The fact that this middle-aged man was able to become a little Shaman in the Shamanism was enough to explain everything.

If he were to stand by the side and watch without doing anything, it was likely that the two of them would be in real danger today.

After all, with just the magic ring alone, he might not be a match for this little Shaman.

"Damn it, I didn't think I would have to use my power again." Fang Jin cursed in his heart and sighed helplessly.

As of now, his life force had been greatly reduced. The true energy that he had cultivated in his body was only alleviating the lack of life force. If he circulated his true qi, the situation on his body would definitely worsen once again.

However, the current situation was extremely dangerous, so no matter how helpless Fang Jin was, she could only direct her zhenqi.

Thinking to this point, Fang Jin no longer had any hesitation. At this moment, she took a deep breath, and the zhenqi used in her body to alleviate the lack of life force was quickly mobilized by him. A visible stream of air started to swirl around Fang Jin's body.

A bright light flashed across Fang Jin's eyes. Fang Jin growled, clenching his fists tightly and abruptly swung his fist forward.

A visible ripple was formed under Fang Jin's punch. It shot towards the little Shaman like a bolt of lightning.

Even before they arrived, the little Shaman already felt a sense of danger. It was transmitted over. His face couldn't help but change. It was too late for him to dodge.

Helpless, the little Shaman quickly swung the Shaman Drum in his hand, stopping the Shaman in front of him.

Just as he did this, the fist light released by Fang Jin instantly rushed in front of him and struck the shaman drum.

With a loud dong sound, the three people in the courtyard were currently frowning and closing their eyes. Their faces revealed painful expressions.

The Shaman Drum relied on a strange sound to defeat its opponent. Now, when Fang Jin's Zhen Qi fist hit the Shaman Drum, the sound emitted was not something that an ordinary person could withstand.

It was fortunate that Fang Jin and the other two could be considered cultivators. Otherwise, they would have already been shaken by this weird sound until their heads turned red and they fell to the ground dead.

Even so, Fang Jin, her magic ring and the little Shaman were in a very bad condition. Of all these, Little Shaman was in the worst condition.

After all, the Shaman Drum was a magical equipment in his hands and there was no difference between what happened now and the backlash.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out from the little Shaman's mouth and fell to the ground, looking horrifying. The little Shaman's face was pale, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

He stared at Fang Jin and the magic ring with eyes full of hatred. If looks could kill, perhaps Fang Jin and the magic ring would already be dead by now. A thousand cuts and ten thousand cuts. He was as dead as he could be.

Unfortunately, the little Shaman's eyes could not kill, so Fang Jin and his magic ring were still alive and well.

The two of them had already suppressed the discomfort they had just felt. The two stood up and looked at each other. Then, they charged at the little Shaman once again, one on the left and one on the right.

Whether it was Fang Jin or the magic ring, the two of them had undisguised murderous intent in their eyes. To the two of them, the little Shaman must die today.

At this moment, the little Shaman also seemed to have noticed the murderous intent in Fang Jin and Xiao Yun's eyes. A trace of despair flashed across his face. But soon, the look of despair turned into viciousness.

His voice was sinister. "Since you want to kill me, even if I have to die, I will drag you down with me!"

As the little Shaman spoke, he tossed the drum up high. Strangely, the Shaman Drum that had left the little Shaman's hand did not immediately land on the ground. Instead, it now floated in front of the little Shaman out of the effects of gravity.

When they saw this scene, Fang Jin and his magic ring's expression couldn't help but change. Without any hesitation, Fang Jin shouted loudly, "Big brother magic ring, retreat!"

Naturally, the magic ring no longer hesitated. It hurriedly followed closely behind Fang Jin and retreated towards the entrance of the courtyard.

"Don't you think it's too late to run now?" A ferocious expression flashed across the little Shaman's face. He let out a loud roar, and instantly clasped his hands together, forming various strange and unfathomable signs.

In the next moment, the Shaman Drum floating in front of him suddenly burst out with light and a loud sound.

A loud rumble resounded in the courtyard. Hearing this voice, Fang Jin couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Her originally white hair turned completely grey, and her appearance visibly aged.

On the other hand, the magic ring was much better than Fang Jin's. He only spat out a mouthful of blood and seemed to be fine.

The moment the huge drum rang out, the little Shaman's body was like a man made of blood. He fell apart and pieces of flesh and blood appeared on the ground of the courtyard.

However, he couldn't care less about the little Shaman. When he saw Fang Jin's appearance, he couldn't help but be shocked. Without any hesitation, he immediately rushed to Fang Jin and helped her up. He then quickly asked, "Brother, how about you? Are you feeling all right? "

Hearing the words of the magic ring, Fang Jin couldn't help but cough before spitting out another mouthful of blood. He smiled with some difficulty. He shook his head and said, "Big brother, it's no big deal. I only injured my vitality, so I can't resist this kind of thing that hurt my roots. You don't have to worry too much."

Although he said this, only Fang Jin knew the true condition of his body. If the time when he had saved Hong Fei had caused him to lose thirty years of his vitality, then this time, the attack before the little Shaman's death had cost him another fifty years of his life.

Sometimes, an ordinary person wouldn't even be able to live past eighty years of age. Although Fang Jin was already a beginner level cultivator, she had only lived for a little over a hundred years.

Therefore, at this moment, Fang Jin's body was like that of an old man on the verge of death. It was just that Fang Jin said that to not worry about the Magic Ring.

The magic ring clenched my fist tightly and he turned to look at the little Shaman who had been reduced to a pile of minced meat. Otherwise, Brother Fang Jin, you wouldn't have become like this. "

Fang Jin smiled and shook his head. With the support of the magic ring, he stood up and said, "No matter what, the little Shaman is now completely dead. I guess I should be able to relax now. This way, Hu Lei's life would be guaranteed. We'll go back to the basement now and see how it's going. "

Naturally, the magic ring would not reject Fang Jin's suggestion. He nodded repeatedly and carried Fang Jin behind him, quickly walking towards the underground room.

Half an hour later, Fang Jin and her magic ring returned to the entrance of the basement. Before the magic ring left the door, the formation array continued to exist. Clearly, it was still trying to stay.

"Let's go in." Fang Jin said softly.

The Magic Ring naturally nodded and agreed. Without any hesitation, he pushed open the door and walked in.

At this moment, Ji Hao was sitting on the ground obediently, just like before. When he saw that Fang Jin and her magic ring had actually walked in together, he could not help but feel shocked in his heart. He hurriedly stood up from the ground.

Now that Fang Jin and her magic ring had walked in, there was no need to explain how the little Shaman would end up. At this moment, Mo Wuji naturally understood why Mo Wuji was trying so hard to be smart.

Even though he understood, his heart was still filled with shock at this moment.

As a member of the Shaman Sect, he naturally had a full understanding and understanding of the little Shaman's abilities. However, he had never expected that the two fellows in front of him would still be able to kill the little Shaman.

"Do you seem shocked to see us?" Fang Jin naturally took note of the change in her expression. A smile appeared on Fang Jin's face, but she heard Fang Jin say, "Perhaps in your heart, you think we're no match for the little Shaman?"

Hearing this, Di Chen took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in her heart. She then said, "You are right. I did not expect you to kill the little Shaman."

He paused for a second and continued, "Since you killed the little Shaman, I have nothing to do with Hu Lei anymore. After all, I'm just following orders. "