Yang Shaolong had just held the head of the Canaan Mud God King in his hand, and a trace of spiritual power slowly escaped from his eyebrows and penetrated into the head of the Canaan Mud God King.

Bang.

The spiritual power had just touched the head of the Canaan Mud God King, and the head of the Canaan Mud God King seemed to have suddenly produced a terrifying whirlpool, directly pulling Yang Shaolong's spiritual power into the head of the Canaan Mud God King.

For a while, Yang Shaolong only felt that the scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and the next moment, he was already in an empty and unfamiliar space.

Immediately after, Yang Shaolong saw an extremely spectacular scene.

A towering tower reaches into the sky, and the magnificence of the tower goes without saying. It is worth mentioning that the architectural style of this tower is not oriental, there are both oriental and western elements.

For Yang Shaolong, who has traveled the world, he immediately recognized the architectural style of this tower as Indian.

Around the tower, there is a reverent kneeling of a famous believer, these believers are all dressed in ancient costumes, big eyes and beards, not Chinese.

"Isn't this an Indian Ah San?" Yang Shaolong judged in his heart.

"Hmm? Could it be that the scene I'm seeing now is the scene 300 years ago when the Indian royal family prayed to the god King of Canaanite Mud. Yang Shaolong suddenly reacted, after all, the head of the Canaan Mud God King was born in that background.

Just when Yang Shaolong was looking at it, the scene in front of him changed again.

The towering towers are gone, as are the believers who bow down to them. Only the thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, the war horses neighed, the soldiers shouted, and the war drums did not stop.

"Kill!" In the deafening shout, thousands of troops suddenly rushed towards Yang Shaolong.

At this moment, Yang Shaolong put only a trace of spiritual power into the head of the Canaan Mud God King, and naturally he couldn't resist the impact of this thousands of troops, and when he was just rushed by the vanguard troops in front, his spiritual power had already dispersed.

Yang Shaolong in the room suddenly opened his eyes, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he hummed: "Even with a little power of faith, you dare to be arrogant in front of me." Even if the real Canaan Mud God King is here, I may not be afraid of him. ”

When the words fell, a strong spiritual wave welled up in Yang Shaolong's heart.

If there is a master of the Essence Channel Method here, you can feel how strong Yang Shaolong's spiritual wave is, and this spiritual wave is like rushing water.

Just like just now, the spirit wave had just touched the head of the Canaan Mud God King, and a terrifying devouring vortex was generated on the head of the God King, pulling Yang Shaolong's spiritual power into the head of the Canaan Mud God King.

"Kill!" Yang Shaolong's ears were filled with earth-shattering shouts, and thousands of soldiers rushed towards him again.

"Burning Heaven Array!" Yang Shaolong snorted. Four runes were quickly separated from the body, and the four runes rose into the sky, forming four terrifying pillars of fire.

"Whoosh!" Countless flames shot out from the pillar of fire, forming a sea of fire.

The sea of fire spread like a catastrophe towards the soldiers and horses that rushed towards them.

"Ahhh In less than a moment, all the thousands of troops and horses in this space have disappeared, and only the sea of fire in the sky is still spreading wildly.

Airplanes!

The scene in front of Yang Shaolong's eyes changed again, returning to the scene where the Indian royal family prayed for the blessing of the Canaan mud god king.

In the towering tower, an extremely majestic power of faith poured out and entered Yang Shaolong's mind.

A few minutes later, Yang Shaolong himself opened his eyes, but it was the power of faith in the head of the Canaan Mud God King that had been fully absorbed by him.

"Next, I have to refine these powers of faith into spiritual power before I can use them. Yang Shaolong muttered to himself, his eyes surging with thick heat.

He now knew how terrifying this power of faith was, and if he refined it into spiritual power, his cultivation in the Dao Law would be able to reach a higher level.

Thinking of it and putting it into action, Yang Shaolong's consciousness was immersed in the spiritual world in his mind.

Originally, Yang Shaolong's spiritual world was golden and full of divine aura. But now, with the majestic power of faith pouring in, there is a little more gloom and gloom in the spiritual world.

As we all know, the power of faith in the head of the Canaan mud god king is collected from believers, and the degree of faith of each believer is different, which is destined to be extremely chaotic and impure at all.

Yang Shaolong had to remove the impurities in these faith powers before he could refine them.

The next moment, a golden figure appeared, this golden figure was somewhat similar to Chen Yang's appearance, but his facial features were extremely blurred.

"Swallow!" the golden figure didn't hesitate, opening its mouth to swallow towards the power of faith.

The power of faith suddenly turned into a storm and rushed towards the golden figure, don't look at the golden figure as insignificant, but he is like a bottomless pit, swallowing the power of faith into his stomach endlessly.

It took about a cup of tea for the golden figure to devour all the power of faith.

Under the influence of the power of faith, the golden figure turned into a gray-white figure.

The gray-white figure sat down cross-legged, pinching out a series of spells from his hands, and his body began to spin rapidly in place.

With each rotation, the grayish-white color on his body faded.

In the process of Yang Shaolong's refining the power of faith, time passed minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, it was already three hours later.

Yang Shaolong's spiritual world turned into a golden yellow again, and the gray-white figure also completely turned golden yellow.

Compared with before, the facial features of this figure seem to be clearer, and Yang Shaolong can be seen to be seven or eight points.

"Heh, I've finally reached the third-level Dao Mage!" Yang Shaolong let out a low cry in his heart, and his eyes surged with a strong golden light.

Previously, Yang Shaolong was only a second-level Dao mage, and if he relied on Dao Law alone, he could only fight with a master at the level of a martial artist. With his martial arts and the masters of the realm of Wuhou, he can also fight.

But now that Yang Shaolong has reached the third-level Dao mage, he can fight with the powerhouses of the Wuhou realm with the Dao method alone, and if he cooperates with the martial arts, even if he is a strong man in the Wuhou realm, he can ignore it.

"It seems that Xiangdao and his party did not come in vain this time. Yang Shaolong smiled, very satisfied with the harvest this time.

After that, Yang Shaolong's gaze fell back on the head of the Canaan Mud God King, and from the appearance, the head of the Canaan Mud God King was still the same as before, without any difference.

But if the Dao Master could see here, the charm on the head of the Canaan Mud God King had completely disappeared.

"I bought this head of the Canaan Clay God King for 50 million, and now if I sell it, I'm afraid it can be sold for 70 or 80 million. Yang Shaolong smiled.

It can be said that he did not suffer a loss at all in this transaction, no matter how he calculated, he made it.

However, with Yang Shaolong's current worth, seventy or eighty million is already a drop in the bucket in his eyes.

Yang Shaolong put down the head of the Canaan Mud God King, poured a glass of red wine, walked to the hotel balcony, and looked at the scenery outside.

Unconsciously, Yang Shaolong's thoughts returned to the past.

Back to the time when he was the king of killers.

After a long time, Yang Shaolong came back to his senses, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "My friends, I will soon come back, and you will pay for what you owed me in your previous life. ”

Thinking of this, two people popped up in Yang Shaolong's mind, Chu Tiannan and Xue Bingyun.

In his previous life, he was attacked by his two best friends that led to his current fate. Fortunately, God treated him well and did not let him die completely, and his soul was attached to this skin.

"Heh, Chu Tiannan, Xue Bingyun, one day I will slaughter you all over the house!" Yang Shaolong's fists slowly clenched, and he couldn't hide the murderous intent on his face.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

At this time, Yang Shaolong's mobile phone rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar phone number.

Yang Shaolong was not in the mood to take care of the strange call, so he hung up directly.

However, I hung up the phone and called again.

Yang Shaolong couldn't help but press the answer button.

Suddenly, an eerie hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Hehe, Yang Shaolong, your woman is in my hands, now hurry to the Belin Automobile Factory on the outskirts of the city. Remember that you only have one hour, and if you are late, you will never see your woman again. ”