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Hou Wenlong who had been left behind in a foreign land had also suffered a loss. Whether it was fortune or misfortune all depended on one's self-control!

Back then, when Hou Wenlong had forcefully broken through the Golden Snake Compass Barrier, he had suffered from a backlash that caused him to go berserk, causing him to meet with an old fogey Wei Cai by chance. After obtaining his true inheritance, he had Mao Shan's techniques as his foundation, and his decapitation was well versed in cultivation.

In ancient society, sacrificial rites played an important role, and were mainly used to pray for blessings, such as droughts, floods, plagues, wars … There was also one other special function, which was to make people worship.

"This is a dance for sacrifices, he summoned some kind of power to assist him. Look, the statue of the Old Lady Meng on the altar should be a type of Sorcerer that the ancients worship! Maybe Hou Wenlong has grasped the secret of the Sacrifice Realm and is able to summon the power of the Sorcerer. "

Lin Yiyuan gave a general analysis of the situation.

"Then what should we do? When he summons his power, we will be in danger! "

Long Xiaowei said anxiously.

Lin Yiyuan comforted her: "Priests are a bit more mysterious, only Magi know the specific process, and outsiders will find it hard to understand the secrets, but the more you hide it, the more you will know that this kind of spell is not for show, for fear of it being exposed."

Big Beard came from the Witch Faction, so he did not think much of Lin Yiyuan's words. He immediately retorted, "The Witch Faction's techniques are extremely profound, but we can't go into seclusion, that's why the Buddha and Dao Sects stole the limelight. Once the Witch Faction appears …"

Big Beard was an expert at boasting, his series of words were like a river bursting at its banks, praising the Witch Faction to the heavens!

"Alright, this Big Brother Xiao Lin has only said one sentence, to invite you to speak so much, don't you know what time it is now!"

Long Xiaowei said snappily.

The bearded man knew he had exaggerated too much. Smiling awkwardly, he turned to look at Hou Wenlong who was jumping up and down and said, "It's really a shame for a scum like him to appear in the Witch Faction. I'll send him to heaven right now."

Long Xiaowei blocked him: "Don't shoot, we agreed to let him go just now, how can you go back on your word now?"

Big Beard did not have any plans to put down his gun, he stared at Hou Wenlong and laughed without turning back: "That was another time to let him go because he had no way of resisting. Now that he wants to deal with us, if he is lenient, we will be the ones to die."

It was indeed as Big Beard had said, Hou Wenlong summoned the Sorcerer's power to deal with the three of them, if he could win, then everyone would be in danger. Thinking about it, Long Xiaowei still could not make a decision, she raised her eyes and waited for Lin Yiyuan for a decision.

Unable to bear to look at Hou Wenlong's expression, Lin Yiyuan turned his face to look at the fight in the air.

Big Beard understood tacitly. He chuckled and said, "After all, I understand that you're my junior. I'll do it for you, bad guy!"

As he spoke, Big Beard pulled the trigger.

The bullet went through his chest and in the instant that it went through his body, Hou Wenlong's movements paused for a moment, his legs also staggered a bit, he originally thought that he would fall down, but unexpectedly, the result was out of his expectations. Hou Wenlong mechanically straightened his back, the bones on his body crackling loudly, a strange smile on his face.

Lin Yiyuan sensed something was amiss, he immediately turned to look, and asked in shock: "What's going on?"

Big Beard was also confused, he shook his head: "I aimed at his chest and shot a shot, and the result turned out like this. small forest, does he look like a zombie?"

After playing the 'Jump God', Hou Wenlong seemed to have become a different person. All of the muscles on his body stiffened, and his expression was no longer as changing as before.

"Hou Wenlong, what the hell are you doing?"

Lin Yiyuan stared at Yu Long and asked.

Hou Wenlong laughed sinisterly, he opened his arms wide and looked up into the sky, a chant came out of his mouth, following that, the altar released a pained cry, the Old Lady Meng who was fighting with the Blood Treasure flapped her wings and flew to the sky above Hou Wenlong's head, her body violently expanded like a balloon that had been blown out of air, and could explode at any time.

"Little Treasure, come back quickly!"

Lin Yiyuan shouted loudly.

Not long after the shout was made, the expanding Old Lady Meng exploded with a rumble. There was no blood and flesh splattered on the ground, only soul bodies. These soul bodies all lost their consciousness and fell into a deep sleep, drifting aimlessly in the air.

"Little Treasure!"

Lin Yiyuan and Long Xiaowei shouted together, but Blood Treasure did not reply with a cackle like he usually did … Hou Wenlong, who was at the side, seemed especially excited as he laughed out loud: "Haha … come! "All of you, enter my body!"

As the sound of her voice faded, the spirit bodies that had exploded out of Grandma Meng's body gathered around Hou Wenlong.

As the countless souls entered his body, the imposing manner of the initially weak Hou Wenlong increased, bringing with it a burst of unstoppable evil energy, causing a cold wind to blow across the altar, the bone chilling cold spread out in all directions, sweeping towards the three of them.

Big Beard's expression changed as he said, "So the power of the Sorcerer is the soul that Grandma Meng devoured. Isn't this just like the body of a ghost?" But this is too much! "

As Big Beard understood what the power of the Sorcerer was, his expression was one of extreme shock.

Ghost bodies were usually divided into two types: active and passive. The ones that took the initiative were usually evil spirits, whose goal was to seek a substitute for the cultivator. The passive upper body was summoned by a cultivator using magic, like the art of Rippling Wind.

No matter what, there was something in common between the two. They would both be single souls and wild ghosts, and would not form a group. First, there would be a point where one's body could not withstand such a heavy Yin Sha, and then there would be battles between ghosts.

At the moment, there were countless ghosts on Hou Wenlong's body, causing his scalp to go numb. His face was filled with disbelief, while Long Xiaowei, who was at the side, looked around in grief, trying to find the blood treasure, but not being able to find anything.

The reason why Long Xiaowei became so bold was not because she could not even see these ghosts. If she could see them, she would have been scared to the point of being at a loss.

Lin Yiyuan said in a serious tone, "The Old Lady Meng is truly worthy of her reputation. She eats the soul, and digests the seven emotions and six desires from her spirit body. Isn't this kind of ability just like the Old Lady Meng's soup?!"

It was only at this moment that Lin Yiyuan finally understood the reason behind Grandma Meng's name, and he thought of something else.

"It's more difficult for a conscious soul to enter the body, but the consciousness of these souls have long since been purified by Grandma Meng." It's more difficult for a conscious soul to enter the body, but the consciousness of these souls had long since been cleansed by Grandma Meng.

Lin Yiyuan said angrily.

The big bearded man chimed in: "It's pretty evil, I've never even heard it before, how did Hou Wenlong learn it?"

Lin Yiyuan stared at Hou Wenlong for a long time before saying: "If I'm not wrong, that evil spirit is hiding within Hou Wenlong's body. It wants to borrow his body's power to devour all of these spirits and strengthen itself."

After Lin Yiyuan reminded the big bearded man, he suddenly understood that Hou Wenlong was just an Evil Spirit puppet, this was something Master A Zan had mentioned before he died, because there was a crater under the white temple, in order to convert the dead spirits, A Zan stayed in the temple, but in the end, he met an Evil Spirit, and for that he lost his life.

Just as the bearded man was imagining things, more than half of the soul bodies floating in the air had already disappeared, and were completely sucked into Hou Wenlong's body. At the same time, his aura had undergone a tremendous change, and his originally haggard body had become ghastly, with only a black mass of shadows visible after his face had been covered.

"Gym!"

Just before the ghost image formed, Lin Yiyuan recovered from his shock and threw out a Fire God Talisman. The talisman paper carried along with it flames as it whizzed forward, and the moment it came into contact with the ghost image, the black figure suddenly exploded, transforming into a ball of black smoke that dispersed outwards!