During the process of Wushuang standing up, the joints on his knees were full of bumps and he had this force. If you didn't let me do it, I would rather do it for you to show it! Even if he was the one who was hurt in the end, he would not want others to look down on him.

He walked forward with difficulty, approaching the altar step by step, and glared at the half of the corpse fiercely.

"Didn't you let me kneel down for you? I just can't! How can you do to me? Don't you want your head? I just won't give it to you!" Wushuang picked up his cold blood sword and showed murderous intent.

The head rolled back to the foot of the Buge priest and was slowly floating up. If there was no other way to stop it, it might have merged with the wound on its neck.

"Go to your sister!" Wushuang yelled and rushed forward, spotted the skull, kicked it away with one kick. It was so powerful. I guess if it was a penalty kick, the goalkeeper would have to shoot him away.

The skull was kicked out by him for more than a hundred meters, and it fell into a dark corner. Perhaps the power of the Boog sacrificial skull came from his skull. After the head was kicked away by him, the powerful force disappeared instantly, and everyone stood up from the ground again.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph..." Suddenly, cold laughter came from the empty tomb chamber. An invisible cold wind blew around me, and sand and stones suddenly flew from the ancient tomb.

The half of the corpse sat cross-legged on the ground again, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Brother, how is your back? Does it hurt? Is there any bleeding?" Ma Ya rushed up to support Wushuang and said with concern.

Can it not hurt? He has been using his willpower to overcome the tearing pain.

"Souga... good earth! Haha... Wushuang Jun did a good job! He is really a good friend of our empire!" At this time, a large group of Japanese ronin rushed in from the tomb passage on the west side. After they rushed in, they surrounded Wushuang and others.

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"Sakazaki Ryota, don't get close to that guy!" Wushuang reminded him. "You can't control his power! Burn him soon!"

"No, no, Wushuangjun, this is your masterpiece, this is your merit. I will take him back to the empire to ask for you!" He approached the altar step by step greedily.

Wushuang wanted to stop him, but he was powerless. He put dozens of samurai swords on his neck and could not move at all.

"Great Buge sacrifice! Sakazaki Ryota welcomes you home!" He walked up to the altar step by step in his shiny military boots, followed the Chinese etiquette and knelt down for the half of the body, and then respectfully kowtowed the mountain song.

At this time, Wushuang saw that the moonlight shot down from the patio directly above turned red little by little, and the color of the moonlight was getting darker and darker, turning from light red to blood red.

"Ah? It's broken!" He wanted to stand up, but the samurai sword on his neck was pressing tightly.

The Rouran poem is right, there is no shadow, and he does not have any shadow at this moment. There is no shadow in the bright moon. The half of the corpse of the Buge sacrifice has no shadow under the blood-red moonlight.

"Sir, I'll serve your head for you!" Sakazaki Ryota ran over and walked back with his skull in his hands, then as if assembling a work of art, slowly placed it on the neck of the priest, which just coincided with the wound on his neck.

"Hmph...Hmph..." The strange laughter came again, this time, very real. The cold wind in the tomb stopped, and the surroundings were silent. The Japanese ronin also looked up at the corpse.

Originally, the head of the Buge priest had become a skeleton, but after being placed on his neck by Sakazaki Liangda, the tendons on his neck were obviously filled with blood. The blood was rushing upwards into the skull little by little, growing along the blood vessels, and his skin was also growing.

The flesh and blood slowly crawled upwards, his chin, mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and finally his hair. The demon was finally resurrected, but his two eye sockets were black, because his eyes had been destroyed by Wushuang in the North Manchurian Fortress.

"You are finally awake, my great Bug sacrifice!" Sakazaki Ryota knelt in front of him and prostrated himself.

"He is dead." Wushuang asserted.

The Boog Saint stood up and slowly stretched out his palm. A black airflow condensed in his palm. The airflow was spinning in the center, like a small tornado, and the momentum of the tornado became stronger and stronger.

"Eyes...eyes...my eyes?" A cold and terrifying sound came from the throat of the priest Buge.

"It's him! It's him who ruined your eyes!" Sakazaki Ryota pointed at Wushuang.

"Eyes...eyes...my eyes!!!!" The priest Buge roared and lifted Sakazaki Ryota who was kneeling in front of him with one hand.

"It's not me, it's me who awakened you!" Sakazaki Ryota's face turned green.

"Eyes...eyes..."

Puji... "Ah!!!!" Sakazaki Ryota wailed in pain. The two fingers of the priest Buge had poked into his eyes, dug out his eyeballs, and then stuffed them directly into his black eye sockets.

"It's not my eyes... it's not my eyes..." He threw Sakazaki Ryota out of his dry claws, and dug out the pair of eyes from his eyes.

Sakazaki Liangda's body fell heavily on the curtain wall. He could hear his muscles and bones on his back broke, and he was completely killed.

This scene scared the little Japanese devils. They thought this operation could make great contributions, but they did not expect that the current leader of the team will return to the West in the blink of an eye and the dragons will be headless.

They let Wushuang go, all raised their guns to surround the resurrected Buge priest, but their hands were trembling, and the terrible demon completely conquered the samurai who were loyal to the Emperor. They didn't know what to do, should they shoot, or should they tie him back to Japan?

"Kill him! You guys kill him! Otherwise everyone will die!" Wushuang shouted and reminded them, but their Chinese level was not very good and they didn't understand what Wushuang was saying.
Chapter completed!