Chapter 435: True or False

Just as Yuan Ming was looking at the circular altar, the two gods who had followed Yuan Ming all the way here also walked up to the altar slowly and solemnly placed the statue of the Dark Moon God on the altar.

Then, the two retreated to the wall, where there were already more than a dozen pairs of men and women wearing the same clothes and masks, all standing solemnly.

At this time, Yuan Ming saw a familiar figure walking in front of the altar.

Although he was wearing a loose black robe and a mask on his face, Yuan Ming still recognized him at a glance. It was Xu Che who had lost contact with him for a long time.

Yuan Ming's eyes sank, and he resisted the urge to step forward and question them, wanting to see what they were doing. As a result, he saw Xu Che pinching a strange spell with his hands, interlaced in front of him, and chanting an unknown spell.

At the same time, more than a dozen pairs of men and women surrounding them also followed suit and made the same gesture and chanted spells.

After a moment, Xu Che suddenly raised one of his hands and drew a line with his other hand.

He immediately cut a bloody wound in his palm, and the blood dripped onto the ground.

"Tick"

"Tick"

Drops of blood fell onto the ground like beads that had broken off a string, slowly flowing into the sunken marks on the ground, seeping into the ground bit by bit.

The next moment, the ground began to light up red, and a circular magic circle with a radius of three meters lit up from underground.

Along with a burst of red light, the flames on all the lotus lanterns on the altar turned from gold to red, reflecting on the statues, reflecting a strange light.

Yuan Ming's eyes focused, and he immediately saw the light on the statue, and white rays began to rise and converge towards the tall statue of the goddess in the center.

"Absorbing the power of will?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

Did Xu Che really betray him and convert to the Wuyue Divine Religion? So he used the willpower collected for him to worship this new god?

All the white light was absorbed by the black goddess statue, and gathered little by little on the black disc in the hands of the goddess statue, lighting up the crescent mark on it.

The next moment, the crescent mark lit up with blood-red light, and thin rays of light gushed out from it, shooting at each of the statues of the Dark Moon God below.

"This is..." Yuan Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

The breath contained in the thin blood-red light instantly reminded him of the pink mist he saw in the evil fantasy. It was the same thing, but it was more concentrated here.

It turned out that the so-called "baptism" in Hu Ji's mouth was to pollute his willpower and store it in the statue of the Dark Moon God.

If he continued to practice without knowing it, he would be affected by such willpower for a long time, and he would lose his mind sooner or later.

After returning a small part of the polluted willpower to the statue of the Dark Moon God, the running magic circle also stopped.

"Pah, pah..."

At this time, a sound of clapping suddenly sounded in the empty hall.

A bald man with half-naked upper body slowly walked out from behind the statue. His skin was sickly white, and blue blood vessels were clearly visible under his skin.

Although the man had no hair on his head, he had a perfect face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female. His eyes were extremely dark, but there was a faint blood color at the bottom of his eyes. There were two huge metal rings hanging on his ears, which looked like an indescribable evil temperament.

At this moment, beside him, there were seven or eight naked young men and women, all of whom had shaved their hair and had bald heads like him, with the same sickly white skin on their bodies.

These young men and women were like pets competing for his favor in front of him. They twisted their graceful bodies one by one, constantly crowding around him and rubbing against him.

It seemed that getting close to him was a great honor and enjoyment.

The bald man held a strange-looking golden staff and came to Xu Che surrounded by pets.

Xu Che immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings, Master Priest."

"Xu Che, you have done very well since you joined the church." The bald priest touched Xu Che's shoulder with the golden staff and said approvingly.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Priest. I am very honored to be favored by the priest. Among all the gods in the world, only Master Wu Yue is the true God. The rest are evil gods and false gods. Xu Che is willing to believe in the true God forever." Xu Che fell to the ground, but still shouted to express his loyalty.

The bald priest nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Don't worry, Wu Yue God has seen all your efforts. There are not enough believers at the moment. It will take some time to completely purify this false god of Mingyue and return it to the embrace of the true god. When it is completely completed, you will be able to inherit the orthodox inheritance of Wu Yue God and become the new priest of the entire Black Wind Desert area."

"Thank you for your grace, Master Priest. Please give me the talisman to eliminate my past sins." Xu Che knelt down to thank him.

Upon hearing this, the bald priest raised his hand and waved it. A red blood talisman flew out and landed on Xu Che's back. The talisman flashed and completely merged into his body.

"Uh..."

Xu Che couldn't help but raise his neck high, and let out a comfortable roar from the depths of his throat like a beast.

Seeing this, the black-robed masked people around also roared, and envy appeared in their eyes.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Ming was a little confused for a moment. Did Xu Che truly surrender to the other party, or was he being controlled by this strange blood talisman?

At this point, Yuan Ming no longer needed to hide.

This bald priest must be a soul cultivator. After such a long time, no one has been able to discover his existence. I think his cultivation level is not that high.

He just pointed his fingers at his brows and a powerful divine consciousness suddenly surged out like a tide.

Everyone in the cave suddenly felt a torrent of divine consciousness rushing in, and they all showed horror.

Those divine messengers, naked men and women, including Xu Che, felt countless illusions filling their minds the moment they came into contact with the torrent of divine consciousness, as if they were going to swallow up their sea of ​​consciousness.

The next moment, the powerful divine consciousness impact mixed with the power of illusion caused their sea of ​​consciousness to collapse. One after another, their eyes rolled up and they fainted and fell to the ground.

Before Xu Che fainted, he stared at Yuan Ming with resentment, as if Yuan Ming was his life and death enemy!

Yuan Ming was startled when he saw this. He had cultivated Xu Che. Even if Xu Che rebelled and joined the Wuyue Cult, he should not treat him like this.

There was a moment of confusion in the bald priest's eyes, but soon a pink light rose behind his head, and an extremely powerful spiritual power burst out, dispersing Yuan Ming's illusion, and his eyes became clear again.

A trace of surprise flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes. The soul power burst out by the bald priest was even stronger than his, approaching the realm of the sleeping witch. He actually misjudged it.

"It seems that you are Yuan Ming who created the Dark Moon God. Your cultivation seems to be stronger than what Xu Che said?" The bald priest did not show panic at the appearance of Yuan Ming, but looked him up and down, and sneered.

"Looking at you like this, it seems that you have known that I am coming?" Yuan Ming said calmly.

"Wuyue God has already given you a revelation that you will return to the embrace of the true god early." The bald priest kicked away the naked man and woman lying at his feet and took a step forward.

Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes, and then saw the bald priest who took a step forward, and his figure suddenly became blurred.

The next moment, the bald priest's body suddenly split apart, and a naked bald woman and a naked bald man emerged, and they came to Yuan Ming's left and right sides.

Their appearances were somewhat similar to the bald priest, but their gender characteristics were very obvious. They clung to Yuan Ming's arms like boneless snake women.

Yuan Ming's arms trembled, and black light shone from his palms.

A large amount of soul-destroying sword energy gushed out, split into two, and hit the bald woman and the bald man.

Two large holes were pierced through their bodies, but no blood spurted out, and there was no sign of injury. They opened their mouths and spit out two whispering sounds, full of bewitching meaning.

The sound was not a clear character, but more like a unique chant without words, with waves of sound waves impacting Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yuan Ming's eyes suddenly became blurred, his body stiffened, and he subconsciously followed the chanting, saying softly: "Believe in the God of Wu Yue and you will not fall into the reincarnation hell, and you will be free forever..."

The bald priest was very satisfied when he saw this. He stepped in front of Yuan Ming, raised the staff in his hand, and pointed it at Yuan Ming's forehead.

"False pseudo-gods are not worthy of redemption. Come on, return to the embrace of the true God and become a part of the true God."

However, when the staff touched Yuan Ming's forehead, a blazing white light suddenly emanated from his body.

In an instant, as if there was a burning fire of true Yang, the illusionary fake body differentiated by the bald priest was instantly burned and evaporated, disappearing without a trace.

And he himself had been tied up by a string of black chains on his hands, feet and neck, and hung on a gallows.

"Illusion... when?" The bald priest found himself trapped, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but there was no panic.

He had been paying attention to the fluctuations of Yuan Ming's soul, but he did not find any particularly violent fluctuations. He could often judge whether the other party had activated the power of the soul to launch an illusion, but this time it failed.

At this time, Yuan Ming's figure slowly walked over from the side.

"I originally thought you were just a small character, but I didn't expect that you actually have some skills. If you are willing to put yourself under the protection of Wu Yue God now, I can consider letting you join the church to manage the missionary affairs of the entire Black Wind Desert, how about it?" The bald priest said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the one tied up now, and you should be the one asking for mercy, right?" Yuan Ming said slowly.