Chapter 180 The Witch God Appears

In the southern region, the sacrifice and blessing of the Wushen Temple is a very grand event, hosted by the priests of each Wushen Temple.

The priests of the Wushen Temple may not have super strength, but because they can serve as a medium to convey the will of the Wushen, the priests of the Wushen Temple are the most respected profession in the southern region, and there is no other.

After sneaking into the Wushen Temple, Han Xu took Qing'er and Yingying to find a position close to the corner, so that they would not attract attention and could see the process of sacrifice and blessing.

The Wushen Temple was already crowded with fanatical believers, and each of them was full of piety in their eyes, looking at the Wushen statue in the middle of the hall.

In the front row, there were dozens of elders with outstanding temperament. Judging from their clothes, they should be local nobles.

However, Han Xu observed that their eyes were no different from those of other ordinary people, and they were even more pious, which surprised Han Xu.

In his opinion, the so-called faith is just a tool used by the upper class to rule the lower class. They themselves would not believe it, but from the current situation, it is probably not the case.

After a while, mysterious music sounded all around, as if it was a call from ancient gods.

After hearing this sound, everyone showed fanatical excitement, and then a man wearing a painted mask and straw sandals jumped onto the altar in front of the witch statue to the melody.

Seeing Qing'er and Yingying's eyes gradually blurred, Han Xu held their hands and injected spiritual power, and their eyes became clear again.

"This melody can bewitch people's minds, it's really weird." Han Xu said, he carefully observed the priest's dance, and saw him following the melody of the music, stepping on seemingly messy but very mysterious steps.

Circles of invisible force fields were released from him. This power has no attack power and will not cause any harm, but it can subtly influence people's thoughts.

Han Xu found that as time went by, the expressions of everyone on the scene became more and more pious, and this sound was not limited to the Wushen Temple. It seemed that through some means, it could be spread far away. As long as it was in Manchi City, it could be heard in any corner.

"This Wushen Cult is so mysterious, I'm afraid it's not a good thing." Han Xu thought, "In this southern border, I'm afraid that what the Wushen Cult says will be more effective than the instructions from the court."

After a dance, the priest took off the mask, and it was an old man with wrinkles on his face.

Everyone saluted him and crossed their hands in front of their chests. Han Xu and the other two also imitated it.

"Wu Shen, fellow believers don't need to be polite." The priest said, raised his hand, and everyone stood up again.

Then, plates of offerings were brought to the table. Each of these offerings looked valuable and were good things that ordinary people could not afford.

"Master, this is too extravagant!" Qing'er couldn't help but mutter.

"It's true that he has money and is willful, but I don't know who this witch god is."

"The witch god will bless us with good weather, health and happiness."

"Pray to the witch god!"

After saying that, the priest took the lead and prostrated himself on the ground, bowing deeply.

The rest of the people also crossed their hands in front of their chests, then knelt down, and then prostrated themselves to worship devoutly.

In the entire witch temple, only Han Xu and the other two were still standing, which seemed very abrupt.

"Kneel down!" A voice came into Han Xu's ears. It was the priest's voice. Although he didn't stand up, he could know all the situations in the witch temple.

"I am not a believer of your religion." Han Xu replied.

"Those who enter the witch temple must maintain the most pious respect for the witch god."

"Then let's go out." As he said that, Han Xu was about to go out, and the priest did not stop him. Every time when offering sacrifices and praying, there might be such a situation where outsiders enter the witch temple, and the witch religion would not force others.

But when Han Xu turned around, the totem on the Wushen statue suddenly lit up.

The priest's face changed drastically, and then he shouted in surprise: "The Lord Wushen has appeared! The Lord Wushen has appeared!"

The fanatical believers were in tears. This situation has been recorded in the teachings of the Wushen religion. Every time the totem on the Wushen statue lights up, the Wushen has appeared, or will give a will, or will bless.

Han Xu stopped and felt a mysterious force locking on him.

"You go back to the inn and wait for me." Han Xu said to Qing'er and Yingying. Although this power did not hurt him, it also made him feel very powerful, so he asked the two maids to leave first, otherwise if something happened, Qing'er and Yingying would only tie him up here.

Seeing Han Xu's expression, Qing'er and Yingying nodded obediently and whispered: "Young master, be careful."

Then, the two turned and disappeared into the crowd. While the believers' attention was on the Wushen statue, they successfully left the Wushen Temple.

"It's really the appearance of the Wu God!"

"Wu God! Miracle, I saw a miracle!"

In the Wu God Temple, the shouts of believers rose and fell, but Han Xu seemed to be trapped in another world, losing all perception of the outside world, hearing nothing, seeing nothing.

He seemed to be pulled into a black world by a mysterious force, up and down, front and back, left and right, except for the endless void, there was nothing.

The strange thing is that although he lost the concept of space, Han Xu clearly felt that he was sinking continuously, as if he was trapped in a whirlpool and couldn't extricate himself.

What was sinking was his consciousness.

Since his rebirth, Han Xu felt the real crisis for the first time. This force was beyond his cognition.

He directly used the power of the Vajra Hand Seal. The power of Buddhism was the nemesis of all ghosts and monsters.

For a moment, his body burst into brilliant golden light, and a Vajra Dharma image appeared, merging with Han Xu.

Han Xu realized the danger and entered his strongest state without hesitation. At this time, he didn't care whether he would be exposed.

"At such a young age, still practicing in the lower realm, you can actually have such strength. You are very good."

A vague voice sounded in the dark space, pouring into Han Xu's consciousness from all directions, trying to imprint it on it.

"Who is playing tricks, come out!" Han Xu roared, and at the same time his consciousness explored the surroundings, but no matter where his consciousness extended, he only explored endless void.

"I am a god, why do I need to pretend to be a god."

"Are you a witch god?" Han Xu asked tentatively.

"Yes, I am the God of War." The God of War said, "You are the most talented person I have ever seen in the lower world. I allow you to be my servant."

"Servant?" Han Xu said sarcastically while resisting the power that wanted to invade his sea of ​​consciousness at any time, "I am not interested."

"Ignorance, do you know that being my servant is a glory that many people dream of? As long as you become my servant, I will guide you in your practice. With your talent, you may be able to enter the realm of gods in the future."

"Even if there is a realm of gods, I can go there by myself."

"Humph, what a fool! Ignorant boy, the bridge between heaven and earth has been broken. If I do not guide you, no matter how powerful you are, you will never be able to enter the realm of gods. "

The witch god continued to seduce: "How about it, as long as you agree, you can become the first person to ascend from the lower realm to the realm of gods in tens of millions of years."

"The conditions are very tempting, but I have no interest in the realm of gods. You should find someone else."

"You are so presumptuous. Don't think that you can disobey me just because I like your talent."

The witch god's voice sounded a little angry. At the same time, Han Xu also felt more and more pressure. His power was not at the same level as the witch god, and he would soon be unable to resist.

"Is it really divine power?" Han Xu asked in confusion. He did not believe that there were gods in this world before, but now he hesitated, because the power of the witch god did surpass the scope of human beings.

"Boy, if you don't surrender, I will have to kill you." The witch god said coldly. In his eyes, Han Xu was just a special ant. Since the ant dared to disobey, he would just move his fingers to kill it.

"Go ahead if you dare, but I'm telling you, if you can't kill me, I'll destroy your Wushen Cult."

"Arrogant, I'll sentence you to never reincarnate." After saying that, Han Xu felt the force acting on him suddenly increase, as if the divine thunder above the nine heavens had directly struck his sea of ​​consciousness.

"The power of God is only this much!" Han Xu shouted, and the golden light disappeared, replaced by a burning black devil flame.