Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 848

After saying that, he grabbed the long sword on the table, and then flicked his finger lightly, and the candle prepared in advance on the table was instantly lit. The candlelight swayed, reflecting his face, making him look mysterious.

Then, he slowly picked up three incense sticks, lit them on the candle flame very skillfully, and then inserted them steadily into the incense burner.

After doing all this, he casually picked up a piece of yellow paper, his eyes focused yet with a hint of playfulness, and scribbled some symbols on it seemingly at random, which even he himself could not understand. He looked like a mysterious sorcerer who was well versed in this field.

After this series of puzzling operations, not only the enemies on the opposite side were confused and bewildered, but even the demons on their side were all bewildered and confused.

Everyone couldn't help but think to themselves:

No matter how I look at it, it feels like I'm catching ghosts in the underworld.

What kind of magic is this?

Just when everyone was filled with doubts, they heard Han Changkong muttering something in a low and long voice:

"I, in the service of the Supreme Lord Li Lao, raise my finger and descend to heaven.

The demons are captured and brought to the upper realm, and the return of the clouds frightens the ghosts and gods.

I invite the Eastern Green Emperor's envoy, whose green face and blue hair are so compelling;

……

If there is no real response to be defeated, it is difficult to turn over the yin intercourse, quickly bring down the spirit, quickly bring down the spirit!

Invite three times, and God will be everywhere!

I obey the orders of the Supreme Lord Laozi.

When everyone heard this, they were even more confused.

We are all gods, and this guy is still here to pray to gods?

Who is this Li Laojun?

So which force is the so-called Heaven?

Is it more powerful than the God's Court?

And what the hell is that Green Emperor?

All of this is like a fog, making it difficult to understand.

Behind the Demon Clan's camp, a God King asked doubtfully:

"My Lord, have you ever heard of these people?"

Upon hearing this, Teng Yang was also confused. Have I ever heard of this?

Where can I listen?

Che Jun, who was hiding in the dark, was completely paralyzed. Isn't this thing just a trick used by the underworld to deceive ghosts?

The person who was most confused at the moment was Lingfeng who was standing in front.

He watched Li Heizi complete the spell, but he didn't seem to feel anything unusual, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, just as he was about to relax his guard, he saw Han Changkong suddenly pull out a dagger from his arms.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, Han Changkong stabbed himself in the lower abdomen without hesitation.

‘Puff’

When the demons saw this scene, they were all stunned, and the same thought surged in their minds:

What the hell, if you can’t win, you don’t have to hurt yourself?

But what happened next left them speechless with shock.

Han Changkong was stabbed in the abdomen with the dagger, but he was fine?

His body was intact, as if the dagger had only passed through an illusion.

In sharp contrast, Lingfeng, who was standing opposite, had a look of pain on his face, as if he had been stabbed hard by someone.

He subconsciously looked down at his lower abdomen and found that it had begun to bleed. The blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Ling Feng was suddenly terrified, his face pale as paper, and he shouted with a trembling voice:

"Sir, save me."

But how could Han Changkong let him go so easily?

Han Changkong swung the dagger in his hand continuously like lightning, stabbing himself more than ten times in a row.

"Puff, puff..."

Every time the dagger fell, it only cut through his Taoist robe, leaving a series of cuts, but his body remained safe and sound.

But the dagger seemed to possess some kind of magical power. Every time it was swung, it could cause a wound on Lingfeng's body through the air, and blood continued to flow out of Lingfeng's wound.

Seeing this scene, millions of people were dumbfounded. Is this even possible?

Although the God King could recover from such an injury in just a dozen breaths thanks to his powerful recovery ability, this strange scene was too frightening.

That invisible fear, like a haze, shrouded everyone's heart.

The next moment, Xuan Shangyun's face darkened. He waved his hand and a powerful force instantly grabbed Lingfeng back like a dead dog.

After Lingfeng was brought back to the God Clan camp, the surrounding monks rushed over and began to treat his wounds.

"Sir, this magic is too strange. We can't just sit back and watch. This boy can't stay."

A powerful god said with anger and worry on his face.

Hearing this, Xuan Shangyun briefly fell into deep thought. After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"This black fellow is quite skilled. Such a seemingly useless spell can actually cause damage. While the damage may not seem significant, the insult is extremely strong."

Everyone understood this logic in their hearts, but the key point was that they stabbed themselves and hurt others. Who could stand such a weird thing?

"Don't panic, I think this guy can only cast a spell on one person."

Xuan Shangyun stared at Han Changkong closely, trying to find some flaws and clues from him so as to formulate a countermeasure.

But for Han Changkong, this was obviously far from achieving the effect he expected. You know, becoming the nightmare of the gods was just the beginning.

Then, Han Changkong took a deep breath and began to chant again. The low and rhythmic spell echoed in the air, as if carrying some mysterious power.

Then, he suddenly grabbed a handful of talismans that he had carefully drawn in advance, and then raised his arms high, and scattered those talismans like flowers from the sky to Yuan Yan and others who had already been sitting cross-legged and ready for battle.

At the moment the talisman left his hand, a strange scene occurred.

The talisman actually ignited in the air by itself, the dark blue flame flickered and danced, but it did not emit any heat at all. Instead, it exuded a bone-chilling chill that made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Yuan Yan and the others understood what was going on. Their faces were solemn and dignified. They shouted in unison, uttering two words in unison:

"mighty……"

The sound was like a huge bell, echoing over the battlefield for a long time, with an overwhelming momentum, as if it contained infinite power, about to burst out and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.