Chapter 910: Spirit Possession

The young man's name is Yang Wu.

His body is thin and thin.

There is a big horn on the green head.

There is an upright eye under the horn, followed by a pair of horizontal eyes.

When he opened his mouth, the tiny fangs were clearly exposed.

In comparison, the red-haired Taoist in black robes and gold silk looked more human.

However, two people are weighing half a pound against each other, so no one should laugh at the other.

"Sir, let's go!"

Yang Wu couldn't wait to urge.

"You are so eager, aren't you afraid that my life will be taken away if you fulfill your wish?"

"Not afraid."

"After all, this is what I promised you, sir."

"interesting."

The red-haired Taoist standing next to the dragon's head laughed and looked at the young man in front of him with admiration.

However, he still had no intention of moving. Instead, he turned the carving knife in his hand and measured it on the young man's forehead, as if he was looking for the location of the knife.

Yang Wu could feel the sharp edge from the blade, which made him want to close his eyes quickly, but he still did not close his eyes, but looked straight at the red-haired Taoist.

The red-haired Taoist said: "You are injured."

"At least he won't die yet."

Yang Wu was very anxious.

Lord Fu has arrested many people, but none of them have ever come back.

"I haven't used such magical powers for many years."

The carving knife in Tushanjun's hand seems to have become spiritual.

In an instant, a piece of demonic dragon skin was completely peeled off by him.

When the red-haired Taoist was peeling off the skin, he also put the demon dragon's blood into a blood-red gourd. The gourd seemed to be full, and even if the dragon's blood was emptied, no trace of it escaped.

"drink."

The gourd was handed over, and Yang Wu caught it with both hands.

He lowered his head to look at the gourd, and the bright red amber came into view.

He took the gourd and poured it into his mouth without saying a word.

One bite.

I just felt it was so intense.

The originally cold body immediately felt warm, and even fatigue was swept away.

The gourd was hung on his waist by the red-haired Taoist.

He warned: "Take a sip every half an hour."

At the same time, the demon dragon skin adhered to his body like skin.

It is the ‘Nightmare Pattern Enchantment’.

The young man Martingale roared loudly, and his body began to transform into a dragon uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, the emaciated figure disappeared and was replaced by a one-horned demonic dragon that was more than ten feet tall.

Tyrannical power exploded in his body.

Yangwu looked at his body in surprise.

His body is now very light and yet indescribably heavy.

It was as if he could fly into the sky with a single leap, but it was because even the rocks under his feet could no longer bear the weight of his body and it collapsed so quickly.

A dragon roared and hissed, and the clouds and mist immediately soared.

After gaining strength, Yang Wu is about to return. He can't wait to go back and take back his relatives from the hands of Fujun. However, he knows that he can't do this now because everything he has now is

The red-haired Taoist in front of me gave it to him.

Since it can be given to him easily, it can also be taken away easily.

He knows that big shots don't like their subordinates to make their own decisions.

"You have gained strength, why don't you leave yet?"

"My life is no longer my own."

"I can't help myself where I want to go." The demon dragon flew down from the cloud and turned into a young man.

The young man half-knelt on the ground, raised his head, and said nothing, but his hopeful eyes seemed to have said everything. He was waiting for an order, a simple order.

The red-haired Taoist nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."

One big and one small.

Two evil spirits stepped onto the road.

…

small town.

The sky is sunny.

The owner of the town suddenly woke up.

I don't know when, two figures appeared in front of him, one big and one small, the big one leading the little one, like a big ghost holding a little ghost, just standing in the courtyard he had set up.

The owner of the town pushed away the banshee in his arms, focused his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The big ghost grinned.

"At noon, a sacred car took away his sister. Do you know where she went?"

"What a ghost car!"

The owner of the town has stood up. He curled up on the seat and looked very thin. When he stood up, he was almost 10 feet tall.

His body was like a hemp stalk with a big belly, and his tongue was hanging out for a long time. His round eyes were narrowed and he was using his magic power.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"The town had already posted a notice saying that it was going to be donated to the emperor."

The young man is like a crazy beast.

A roar.

The owner of the town fell to his knees on the ground. He stared blankly at his knees and his uncontrollable body.

He was a great monk who took the first step, but he couldn't even bear the young man's roar. How could such a person have his sister taken away from him?

‘Jinxianfu Lord?’

'Girl?'

The owner of the town was shocked. He had indeed issued such a notice, but it was three years ago.

In order to expand his territory and fiefdom, the prince fought with demons and suffered serious injuries. At this time, his subordinates were asked to sacrifice boys and girls in order for the prince to recover as soon as possible.

The big ghost said: "It seems you have already remembered."

"This is wrong!"

The town owner lowered his head.

Sweating like rain.

His eyes were full of fear.

He didn't know what happened, why the person from three years ago came to the door again, and kept saying that he had taken away the boy's sister.

If the young man had such strength, he would probably have become the dead soul of the young man, let alone taking away his relatives.

"That's wrong, 12 out of 10 is wrong..."

The owner of the town recalled everything that happened in horror, and he couldn't find anything wrong.

But this incident was weird from beginning to end.

"Since you don't want to tell me, let me see it myself."

An ethereal and hoarse voice rang in my ears.

The owner of the town only saw a big pale hand reaching out, and then he lost all five senses and six consciousnesses, and even his originally tall body was turning into dust and ashes.

The banshee on the side was already stunned.
To be continued...