Looking at the breathing shaman in front of him with a wry smile, Lin Zhining really didn't know what to say, so he wasted his boss to peep at himself, causing himself to follow him for most of the day, and this was the end.

Of course he didn't know, this old shaman was here to plot against him, the grassland is now in a mess, as the shaman with the deepest hiding and the thickest background on the grassland, he naturally can't see Lin Zhining's rampant domineering, and it is also a warning for the future, otherwise, there are many masters in the Central Plains, I don't know which one, I can't see the strength of the grassland people, and kill the leaders of the grassland tribes one by one.

Of course, he didn't know that the shaman had a strange spell that could quietly attract people's inner demons and magnify the evil in a person's heart. The old shaman had already grabbed Lin Zhining's breath and was ready to retreat, but he still didn't hide it from Lin Zhining after all, and Lin Zhining's thunder-like whistling sound not only did not let him escape safely, but also dispersed his evil spirit and spirit.

"That's it, that's it, I'll give you a ride. Lin Zhining shook his head, gathered the withered grass around him, piled up the corpses of the shaman, lit the withered grass, and looked at the burning fire, Lin Zhining turned away with confidence.

Of course he is not so kind-hearted, not to mention whether people have cremation customs, it is the weirdness of the old shaman, Lin Zhining is really not at ease, only by burning him completely, he can rest assured.

On the way, Lin Zhining played with the sheep skull staff obtained from the old shaman's hand, he could see that it was made of real bones, but he didn't know why this bone staff was so crystal like jade, and he also felt that the old shaman's weirdness was only afraid that most of it came from this bone staff, and he wanted to study it.

I looked at it many times, and Lin Zhining didn't find anything abnormal, there was no mechanism, and there was no ambush, it seemed to be an ordinary bone staff, but it was very comfortable to hold in the hand, warm to the touch, and there was a slight cool feeling.

Lin Zhining's true qi was fed in, and there was no abnormality in the slightest, but the transmission of true qi was very smooth, smoother than a divine weapon. He thought about it, and slowly touched a trace of spirit to the bone staff, the bone staff still did not change, it was still just a dead thing, but the spirit was also very smooth in it, Lin Zhining used more spirit to explore the mystery.

This time, it finally caused a change, as if Lin Zhining's spirit had reached a threshold, and it was also like this dead thing suddenly came to life, and felt that Lin Zhining was not fortified, and a very complex aura poured into Lin Zhining's sea of consciousness and into his meridian dantian.

Lin Zhining sensed the abnormality and wanted to cut off the output of the spirit, but it was already a step too late, and the chaotic aura had already poured into his body and quickly began to affect him.

That breath poured into his body, began to assimilate Lin Zhining's true qi, eroded his meridians, and destroyed his viscera, and those complex and mottled breaths that poured into his sea of consciousness gradually turned into a hideous giant in his sea of knowledge, with endless dead qi, evil qi, and infinite mystery, devouring towards his spiritual soul.

The giant's faces were constantly changing, and one of them turned out to be an old shaman that Lin Zhining had only seen for a short time, these faces were either angry, or hideous, or lewd, or crazy, and they were constantly swallowing dead evil qi in their mouths and noses. Those two arms, but they didn't look like human hands, one turned into a hideous wolf head, and the other turned into a strange sheep head with a smile, and all the incredible things suddenly appeared in Lin Zhining's sea of knowledge.

He had never encountered such a strange situation, and when Lin Zhining didn't know how to deal with it, the giant had already discovered where Lin Zhining's spirit was converging, and the wolf head and sheep head where the dead and evil qi gathered were devouring him. At the same time, some illusions are also constantly changing in Lin Zhining's spirit, including the simple, desolate and solemn stone temples, the strange sounds of endless worship and prayers, the bewitching women dancing in the sky, the bloody and cruel killing battlefields, the secret places covered in black fog with white bones, and the golden mountains and silver seas full of gold and jade.

However, there was an instant that turned into a black and gray miscellaneous qi in the sky and spread to the sea of knowledge, Lin Zhining gradually felt the pain of eroding bones, the black and gray complex aura, the various illusions, and the evil giants that stood on the top of the sky, all of them seemed to be biting on his spiritual soul piece by piece.

And his soul light ball gradually became dim and vanity with the erosion of the gray and black mist, and the image of the giant that devoured his spirit became more condensed and more evil.

Seeing that Lin Zhining's spiritual light was about to completely dissipate, and the endless gray and black mist gradually spread to the scriptures of the Sun True Fire Sutra that seemed to be standing in the sky. When the gray and black mist touched the scriptures that emitted golden light, Lin Zhining's chanting sound gradually sounded in the sea of knowledge, and if he listened carefully, the chanting sound that gradually became high-pitched and grandiose turned out to be the scriptures that Lin Zhining had been reciting silently, and the chanting was also Lin Zhining, who was gradually dissipating.

But it was Lin Zhining at this critical juncture, his mind gradually fell silent, and he began to chant inexplicably, as his chanting voice gradually became louder, the gray-black mist, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, as if he had encountered the most terrible thing, kept surging, gradually dissipated, and gradually turned into the purest white, a thread, a wisp of replenishment into Lin Zhining's already dim spirit.

Even in the sea of his knowledge, there were constantly the roars of wild beasts, and there were constantly strange curses and shouts, and I don't know how long this situation lasted, Lin Zhining's chanting in the sea of knowledge gradually became like Hong Zhong Dalu, like the thunder sound that opened the world, and the gray-black mist gradually dissipated and became invisible. (To be continued.) )