These people kneeling on the ground are either business tycoons or figures with good political and legal propositions.

They went in and out of various public places, surrounded by people, and became noble, but in front of the Holy Lord, they bowed and timid, and became devout believers.

After accepting the kneeling of these people, the Holy Lord's face was full of pride, but his eyes swept over and his face condensed.

In the corner of the hall, under the dim light, two people stood still and didn't move.

Without the Holy Lord's words, the servant beside him shouted: "Bold, the Holy Lord casts spells, but he dares not kneel down!"

Bai Fengjiu sneered, "I kneel to my parents and master. God dares not accept my prayer. Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the people who were kneeling on the ground made a buzzing sound.

"This person is so arrogant and he is disrespectful to the Holy Lord!"

"It's so damn, he's going to be retribution!"

"Drive him out!"

The corners of the Holy Lord's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes swept over Bai Fengjiu and fell on Jin Wushuang's body.

"You two are new, right? It's okay, I won't blame you."

"The Holy Lord is really enlightened and righteous!"

"The Holy Lord doesn't care about them, he is really a majestic mind!"

The flattery words were endless, and Jin Wushuang almost vomited when he heard them. If he hadn't seen his evil face clearly, he would have believed it.

The Holy Lord waved his hand, and the servant below came to the water tank and used a spoon to remove the golden liquid inside.

"Distribute the holy water! Come over quickly!"

Everyone present had their eyes shining, holding their cups, and swarming around, as if a group of flies smelled shit.

"Don't squeeze!"

The servant scolded him loudly, and the people immediately lined up obediently, not daring to act rashly. They held the water cup in both hands, and after receiving the golden liquid, they were full of excitement. They ran to the side and raised their heads to drink dry, and stretched out their tongues to suck the last drop in the cup.

"You two!" After dispatching the holy water, the servant pointed at Bai Fengjiu and Jin Wushuang with a spoon: "You two come here!"

Jin Wushuang glanced at Bai Fengjiu, who took her hand and came to the water tank.

The servant filled two cups of golden liquid. The Holy Lord pierced his fingertips and dripped two drops of blood inside. Then he carried it on a tray to the two of them.

"Drink!" the servant said in a commanding tone.

Bai Fengjiu did not reach out and looked at the golden liquid in the cup with her playful eyes.

"Can this thing be drunk? I'm afraid that your Holy Lord's blood will not be clean, so don't get me sick."

In Bai Fengjiu's eyes, the liquid was not golden, but black and gray, like a poison prepared by a witch, and wisps of blue smoke came out.

Director Liu, who was standing beside him, said angrily: "Nonsense! This is holy water, which can cure all diseases!"

A fat man said enviously: "I really don't know Mount Tai. The blood of the Holy Lord is the most sacred. You can enjoy it on the first time you come. It's the smoke from your ancestral grave!"

A man in a suit and ties came over. Jin Wushuang knew him and was the president of a group in Dongzhou City.

He said with a pleasing look on his face: "If they don't drink, the Holy Lord might as well reward the little one. I am willing to give 300 million shares to the Holy Lord."

"Get out!" The servant glared at him, then held the tray to Bai Fengjiu's mouth: "Drink it!"

"What if I don't drink it?" Bai Fengjiu asked provocatively, tilting her head.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

The servant snorted, reached out to grab Bai Fengjiu's neck, and wanted to force him to pour it into it.

But he underestimated Bai Fengjiu. Before his hand touched the person, a powerful force attacked. He instantly flew back dozens of meters, hitting a Roman pillar in the hall, gently slid to the ground, his chest collapsed, and he did not move.

Jin Wushuang heard a hissing sound from the ground and looked down. Two cups of broken liquid had corroded a hole on the ground.

People did not see the situation on the ground, and turned their heads to look at the servant, with shock.

"Die...dead!"

Bai Fengjiu's killing immediately attracted the audience's excitement.

"Every servant of the Holy Lord dares to kill! It's so outrageous!"

"Call the police and you must bring him to justice!"

"This murderous demon, don't let him run away!"

"Noisy!"

Bai Fengjiu pulled her ears impatiently, waved her hands casually, and the strong wind swept over, and everyone present was as if they were hit hard and fainted and fell to the ground.

The Holy Lord on the platform saw Bai Fengjiu waved his hand and knocked so many people out, but his face was calm.

"It's interesting, are you here to find me?"

The Holy Lord slowly walked down the platform and stood opposite Bai Fengjiu. The death of the servant did not make him feel angry, but looked at Bai Fengjiu with appreciation.

"You are good to reach out and be my servant."

Bai Fengjiu smiled. No one had said this to him for 50,000 years. I remember that the people who said this in recent times have changed.

Bai Fengjiu was not angry, but asked with a playful look on her face: "What if I don't agree?"

"Then go and die!"

A vicious look suddenly appeared in the Holy Lord's eyes, and he jumped back more than ten meters away, stretched out his hand and slapped the void, and the black aura that could not be seen by the mortals' naked eyes spread.

The evil aura filled the air, Bai Fengjiu gently grabbed Jin Wushuang's hand and whispered: "Be careful!"

Jin Wushuang nodded and looked around, but found nothing.

"Forehead……"

A gentle moan came, and among the people who were swept out by Bai Fengjiu's hand, someone moved, and then the second and third...

"Click! Click!"

The sounds of bones are tangled one after another, like an invisible big hand connecting these people. Their limbs show a strange angle, making people feel numb when they see them.

The sound of bones rubbing endlessly, as if someone was trampling back and forth on the ground covered with sesame stalks.

The unconscious people stood up one after another, and their bodies swelled up and changed their appearance amid the sound of bones.

The eyes were blood red, the nails were sharp, and the two tiger teeth were growing outside, and they were scattered, which was very terrifying.

These people lost consciousness like zombies, and their throats roared, surrounding Bai Fengjiu and Jin Wushuang, waving their arms, and their nails like iron hooks flashed with a faint blue light under the light.

"Do you regret it?"

The Holy Lord smiled contemptuously, "Thanks to you to make them faint. People who have lost consciousness are better controlled than those who are awake. I have saved a lot of soul power."

Bai Fengjiu glanced at the Holy Lord silently and said, "Is it puppet technique? What children play with is worth showing off?"

In Dagong Mountain in Myanmar, Bai Fengjiu, the skeleton soldier summoned by the demon cult who took over the body, didn't even take it seriously, let alone this kind of copycat technique that had shrunk countless times.

"You!" A trace of viciousness flashed across the Holy Lord's face. Bai Fengjiu's contempt annoyed him. This was his proud magic. He was actually said to be something that a child played with by the other party. It was really hateful!

"Tear him apart for me!"

The Holy Lord was furious and pointed at Bai Fengjiu. The demonized people immediately danced around and rushed over with a scream.

At this moment, the window above the head shattered, and more than a dozen black shadows flew over, surrounding Bai Fengjiu and Jin Wushuang.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!