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"Ha ha!" Hearing his words, "Lin Zhenbang" laughed again.

Because he had come in a hurry, Lin Jin even left the Cosmic Bag and their treasures in the cultivation room.

Hei Jiu possessed the body of "Lin Zhenbang", but he never expected that his own Cosmic Bag would be taken away by this person. A profound smile that absolutely didn't fit Lin Zhenbang's personality appeared on his dignified face, and he said: "It's also not true, poverty-stricken people's method isn't Possession, but because we can't find him, we borrowed his body, so we can meet again.

I am not here to argue with you, and you and I are both cultivators, so we do not have any grudges or grievances. I am here to ask for Fellow Daoists's permission, if you agree, then I will not make things difficult for you! "

Lin Jin did not know that this person was the Hei Jiu he had ambushed before. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: Oh? "What is it?"

Even though Hei Jiu belongs to the Demonic Cultivator, he isn't willing to make enemies in the mess. He shook his head and said, "Zhang Wentao and I have some relationship, after hearing from him that you broke into the prison of light to rescue Lin Zhenbang, the two of you must have some sort of relationship. However, the things that you did to him afterwards left me in a bit of a difficult situation.

How about this, since the two of them did not suffer too much damage, I will be the peacemaker and get him to remove the crime of Lin Zhenbang, and you can return the things you took away to me. Forget about this matter, what do you think? "

After hearing what he had to say, Lin Jin started to ponder. According to him, this method wasn't unacceptable. Although Zhang Wentao had injured his uncle, Zhang Wentao had still retaliated against him yesterday.

To him, although Zhang Wentao had done a lot of illegal things, but in the whole world, where couldn't a person like Zhang Wentao? What did he have to do with himself? What's more, Eldest Uncle was still in his hands.

All of a sudden. Lin Jin nearly agreed to his conditions. Even Hei Jiu thought that he would agree when he saw the emotion on Lin Jin's face.

But at this moment, "Lin Zhenbang", who had a calm expression the entire time, revealed a struggling expression. The white light on his forehead suddenly flared up, as if it wanted to regain control of his body.

It turned out that the sacred art Hei Jiu used was to integrate the essence, energy and divine into one, and then use a secret technique to leave the body. It is poured into the body of the caster to control the caster's magic.

This magic technique originated from a martial ancestor of another sect who felt the magic of possession and created a variation of that technique. After generation after generation of additions, it eventually developed into a divine ability to control other people.

If one cultivated this type of technique deep in their heart, they could even split their origin soul into tens of thousands of souls and enter the body of others. They were divided into tens of thousands of different types of body techniques. Furthermore, since he wouldn't wipe out their souls, he wouldn't suffer any retribution.

Also, because the person who cast the spell accepted the spellcaster's essence energy, even the cultivation Tao technique that the spellcaster knew would be inherited. It was incomparably mysterious.

This divine ability. It was actually an extremely high level technique in the Taoism. However, this sacred art also had its own flaw. That is, as long as the spirit of the spellcaster reached an extremely concentrated level, it would be able to condense the will of the spellcaster.

If the caster didn't handle it properly, it would immediately become a tonic for the caster. Therefore, those who knew of this ability, would definitely not use it on the Taoist.

However, among mortals, this kind of willpower that could resist the monks was one in a million. Unfortunately, Lin Zhenbang was the type of person with a strong enough willpower to resist Hei Jiu's will.

Sensing the changes in his body, Hei Jiu shouted out, and immediately used his own willpower to suppress Lin Zhenbang.

He wanted to risk his life and get rid of Lin Zhenbang's consciousness in the future, at the very least, weaken it to the extent that it had no power to resist him. As for Lin Jin's matter, it couldn't compare to his own life!

Just as Lin Jin was considering whether or not he should agree to his conditions, he saw the frown of "Lin Zhenbang" and then, the white light between his eyebrows had greatly weakened. At this time, even if Lin Jin was any slower, he understood what was happening to his uncle.

His face turned red. He really did not expect this. This person actually wanted to refine his uncle's consciousness while he was thinking. Concern is chaos. Lin Jin roared, and flew forward. He struck out with his palm towards Lin Zhenbang.

However, halfway through his palm attack, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was his uncle. If this palm strike landed on his weak body, his uncle would probably die before he could eliminate that mysterious aura!

Just when he did not know what to do, in that split-second, he suddenly remembered that this person had used his spirit to attach himself to his uncle's body, so as to not harm his body. Lin Jin immediately retracted his zhenqi, and wanted to switch to willpower to attack.

But at the end of the matter, he had only taken back more than half of the zhenqi that he had gathered in his palms. It directly caused his palm strike to not just be sent out by the zhenqi, but it was also sent out by the zhenqi along with the willpower.

Until it was imprinted on Lin Zhenbang's body, all of the strength in his palm had already disappeared, leaving only a large portion of his willpower and a small portion of his zhenqi.

At this time, Hei Jiu was completely focused on suppressing Lin Zhenbang's consciousness. Caught off guard, he was hit squarely by Lin Jin, and immediately felt a powerful willpower rushing towards his mind, to the point where his spirit was shaken.

Under Lin Jin's mental lock, the white light between Lin Zhenbang's brows suddenly lit up again.

"Fellow Daoists …" Hei Jiu wanted to explain himself, but he realized that using the willpower's mixed techniques could injure him, he couldn't let him off. Using the method he had just used, several palm strikes landed on his body.

This kind of palm technique did not have any strength, nor could it hit his body, but with the combination of both types of thoughts, Hei Jiu only felt his mind becoming blurry, and was actually being forced out of Lin Zhenbang's body by the continuous attacks.

Ever since Hei Jiu obtained this sacred art, he had tested it to countless of ordinary people, but he had never encountered such a situation before. He was instantly shocked, immediately turning his mind around and dodging Lin Jin's next attack.

Jumping to the doorstep, Hei Jiu was extremely furious. Both of his hands moved together, and immediately released an Qi wall in front of him, blocking Lin Jin's attack path.

Although this wall of Qi was formed hastily, Lin Jin had not yet channeled his entire body, so his strength was lacking. He was suddenly blocked by it, and missed the best moment to attack.

Seeing that he had the chance, Hei Jiu immediately suppressed Lin Zhenbang's consciousness in the seal hall, assumed a posture, and shouted at Lin Jin: "Wait a moment, make your move!"

Lin Jin originally wanted to chase after him, but even now, he still could not think of a way to force this person's consciousness away from his uncle's body. Furthermore, with Hei Jiu's current posture, he had actually faintly suppressed all of the positions in which he was going to attack.

Carefully raising the zhenqi on his entire body, Lin Jin coldly said: "You shameless person, you actually wanted to take advantage of me being unprepared to refine my uncle's consciousness. What else do you have to say for yourself now?"

Hei Jiu barely managed to push Lin Zhenbang's consciousness to a corner before he finally heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at Lin Jin who was staring at him wholeheartedly, Hei Jiu slowly calmed his emotions down.

It was not because Hei Jiu was weak, but because Hei Jiu felt that he did not have any direct enmity with this young man. According to him, since this man possessed such a profound cultivation at such a young age, then his master should not be a nobody.

At this moment, his treasure had been stolen and the Black Witch King was in closed-door training. Furthermore, even if the Black Witch King came out, he would still be the first one to be punished. Without a backer, he did not want to offend another strong enemy.

Having thought through all of these details, Hei Jiu forced out a smile: "poverty-stricken people indeed does not wish to be your enemy, it's just that your uncle's consciousness is too strong, that's why I made such a helpless move, but you can rest assured, as a cultivator, poverty-stricken people will definitely not kill an innocent person."

"Humph!" Lin Jin secretly raised the consciousness of the zhenqi to the highest level he could reach, firmly locking onto every inch of space where he could possibly make a move and flee. Then he said: "How do you want me to believe you?"

Hei Jiu could tell the relationship between the two from Lin Jin's words, and why he valued Lin Zhenbang so much.

So he slowly moved his palm to his neck and made a gesture of suicide. He said, "If I want to harm him, I don't need to do anything else. I only need to do it once and my consciousness returns to my body. "Now, do you still not believe me?"

Lin Jin never thought that his opponent would have such a move up his sleeve, and couldn't help but be startled, the aura that was locked onto him immediately dropping by a few degrees, making Hei Jiu feel even more proud.

However, he had been tricked just now, and almost caused Eldest Uncle to lose his life. Lin Jin didn't dare to believe his words anymore, so he quickly calmed himself down and focused on refining Eldest Uncle's consciousness. At the same time, he was quickly thinking of a way to break the opponent's supernatural ability.

Seeing him no longer speaking, Hei Jiu thought that he was considering whether or not he should accept his conditions. With a turn of his brain, a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"How about this! Since you can't do anything to me, I don't want to hurt Lin Zhenbang either. How about we make a bet? If I win, you don't have to deal with Zhang Wentao anymore. Isn't that fair? "

Lin Jin saw that the light dot that represented his uncle's consciousness did not continue to shrink, and he relaxed a little.

No matter what he did, he had to consider Eldest Uncle's safety. He was bound, so he could only ask, "How do we gamble?"