"Please be careful of the eyes between his eyebrows. These are the eyes of the candle dragon, which have the power to capture souls!"
The great Malay wizard quickly reminded everyone.
People of the witch clan basically practice witchcraft.
The art of soul-stirring is an undisclosed secret among the witchcraft.
However, even if most people learn this spell, it will be useless because the activation condition for this spell is the 'Eye of the Candle Dragon'.
However, the Malays are the descendants of the intermarriage between the ancient shaman tribe and the locals in Southeast Asia. The blood in their bodies has long been impure, so for countless years, no more eyes of the candle dragon have been born.
Naturally, this kind of soul-stirring technique was lost.
"Since it's his eyes that are causing trouble, can't I just close them?"
One of the masters snorted coldly and quickly closed his eyes.
With the master's ability, he is able to hear in all directions and identify positions by listening to sounds, so even if he closes his eyes, he can still fight.
But not long after he closed his eyes, the next second, he raised his fist and punched himself in the temple.
"Bang!"
His whole head exploded like a watermelon, and blood rushed up to a height of more than three feet.
The second grandmaster falls!
Two grandmasters in a row died like this in their own hands. The remaining grandmasters saw this in their eyes and began to tremble in their hearts.
Normally, the Grand Master is aloof, and every one of them is like a local emperor in Southeast Asia. They take life and death at their disposal. They hold such high positions that even the king of a country must treat them with courtesy when they see them.
Now he died so easily.
And two in a row.
Once word spreads, it will definitely cause huge waves in Southeast Asia.
How many years has it been in Southeast Asia without a grandmaster dying?
"It's useless to close your eyes. The soul-stirring technique is activated by mental power. As long as the mental power is not as good as his, even a first-grade grand master will be controlled by him."
The great Malay wizard smiled bitterly.
Mental power, if explained by modern science, is a kind of brain wave.
How to resist witchcraft activated through brain waves?
There is only one way to resist this kind of witchcraft, unless one is mentally stronger than the high priest.
But among the masters present, some practice magic, some practice the physical body, and some practice strength.
There is no one who cultivates spiritual power.
It is mainly a method of cultivating spiritual power, which is rare in the world and exists like a rare thing.
"Interesting, a bit like divine thoughts, but not as good as divine thoughts."
Li Wenchan looked at it with great interest.
Divine Thought is a term used in the world of cultivating immortals.
The power of spiritual thoughts has various wonderful uses. For example, if the spiritual thoughts are released outward, in a single thought, one can grasp everything around them like a radar.
Another example is that through spiritual sound transmission, others can hear your voice without opening your mouth.
Or it could be that the mind kills someone, attacks with the mind, and annihilates the person's soul. Even the medical examiner will not be able to find the cause of death.
There is also a divine mind weapon, which attaches a ray of divine mind to the weapon and can take the head of a person thousands of miles away.
However, the method of spiritual thoughts is quite rare. Even Li Wenchan has never obtained such a method.
He had only seen this kind of record in the ancient books of Jiutian Star Palace, and when he was in Kunlun Mountain, he also encountered enemies who cultivated spiritual thoughts.
There was once a person who used his spiritual thoughts to drag him into an illusion with a single thought. He was also able to control countless flying swords. Even he had to go through a hard fight before killing his opponent.
"However, he probably hasn't reached the level of spiritual consciousness yet. He is still only mentally powerful."
After observing for a moment, Li Wenchan shook his head again.
Divine thoughts are a highly condensed body of spiritual power.
The difference between the two is like a steel sword and a wooden sword. No matter how good your wooden sword is, it will be cut in half when faced with a hundred-forged steel sword.
However, even if it is just mental power, the high priest is enough to run rampant in the world, and it is difficult to find an opponent.
With the death of the two grandmasters, everyone did not dare to act rashly for a while. Even the second-grade grandmasters had a look of fear on their faces.
"If you really want to kill them all, don't blame me for waiting until the fish is dead. Even if you can activate the power of soul-stirring, I think your mental power will definitely be depleted. And how many people can you control at one time?"
The great master of lowering his head, Imati, said in a cold voice.
"Yes, we will join forces and kill him when he controls others!"
Gang leader Ning said solemnly.
"Come together, don't let him defeat you one by one, we are not without the strength to fight!"
Ancient Muay Thai boxing champion Barma is full of fighting spirit.
All the masters present were experienced in many battles and quickly calmed down. Of the two masters who died just now, one underestimated the enemy and the other was careless.
But now they are all on guard. As long as the high priest dares to control someone, they will immediately take action and kill him.
"snort."
Seeing everyone forming a force to join forces.
The four strong men beside the high priest also snorted coldly and took a step forward. A surge of strength emerged from them.
"Four third-grade masters?"
Everyone's hearts became heavier and heavier.
What is the population of Southeast Asia as a whole?
According to international statistics, there are at least more than 600 million people!
With such a large population, only a dozen grandmasters were born in total.
But now such a small ancient witch clan has a few thousand people, which is not bad. It actually has a high priest who is feared by even second-level people, and four strong third-level people.
"As expected of an ancient race with the blood of the Candle Dragon, their foundation is terrifyingly strong."
Everyone was amazed by it.
With these four masters escorting them, as long as they are stopped for a while, the high priest may really be able to kill them one by one.
The situation is extremely unfavorable to them!
"Maybe you don't all have to die."
At this time, the high priest looked at everyone meaningfully, and then shook the bell on his wrist.
The bell on his wrist made a strange sound. The sound was very regular, rising and falling.
After a while, the dragon blood fruit tree seemed to come to life.
As the soil flew up, roots shot out from the soil and pierced into the bodies of the dead special forces soldiers and the two masters.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, these corpses shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, part of the scarlet dragon blood fruit began to turn white.
After sucking up dozens of special forces, only one percent of the area turned white.
But after the two masters were sucked dry, the white part increased sharply, reaching one-third.
The master's vitality is far stronger than that of ordinary people.
"Everyone has seen it. With four or five more people, we should be able to ripen the 'holy fruit'."
The high priest glanced at him and said without any doubt, "I will give you a chance to surrender to my ancient witch clan, and then kill these people with the blood of Yanhuang in their bodies, and I will spare you."
This time, if the ancient witch clan wants to come out again, they must win over some strong people and use them for their own purposes.
As for the people present, the ones he hated the most were people like Li Wenchan, the Great Elder and the old gang leader Ning.
They all have the blood of Yanhuang in their bodies.
In the Battle of Zhuolu, the ancient witch clan was defeated by Emperors Yan and Huang and retreated to the Central Plains. This was a blood feud that was engraved in the bones and blood for generations!