Guizhong Yilang did not know what sort of sinister Taoist magic he used, but he actually strengthened the prison barrier with a blood sacrifice. Not even the rain could penetrate it, and the Hellfire on Lin Tian's body reignited, burning even more fiercely under the influence of the strange Taoist magic.
"In less than three minutes, he will be reduced to an empty husk by the Hellfire, and I will refine his body into a Shishen. He won't be lonely, for you all will meet the same fate." Guizhong Yilang's face was pale, but he laughed triumphantly.
By self-harming, he relied on his ancestor's prison barrier and gained the upper hand, winning over the Heavenly Master Girl.
"No, you two are not worthy of becoming my Shishen, too weak," Guizhong Yilang pointed at Li Qingyun and Li Yue, sneering, "I never thought my Shishen, which took over a decade to prepare, could be upgraded today. Even my ancestor, Guizhong Mingsi, has never seen such fine material, hahahaha..."
