Vol 3 Chapter 4789: Witch Gravestone and Twelve Witch Wishes

"Roar!"
After the giant guard's broken leg couldn't be repaired, he let out a low roar and roar, and dazzling glaucoma surged all over his body.
I saw the giant guard's body shrinking rapidly, and he actually relied on the shrinking method to grow two new legs!
Shen Lang was really shocked.
However, this also confirmed Hou Yi's previous conjecture that the body of the giant guard is composed of the power of the witch soul, and now the power of the witch soul has been sucked away and swallowed partly. To maintain a complete body, it is natural to shrink the body.
Because of the lack of the power of Soul Shaman, the guarding power of the shrinking giant was obviously weakened, and it could not even keep up with Shen Lang's speed.
Seeing that the reduced giant guard was no longer a threat to him, Shen Lang ignored the giant's attack for the time being, and instead attacked another giant guard.
In the same way, Shen Lang almost used the same method to blow up the body of another giant guard, and used the blood shadow giant claws to break his legs.
Hou Yi cast a spell, sucking away the cyan light spots of the giant guard's broken leg, greatly weakening its power.
"Sura Sacred Fire!"
"Blood Shadow Curse!"
In the end, Shen Lang made two big moves in succession, finally killing the two giant guards completely.
Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao, who were not far away, witnessed the whole battle, and they were thrilling.
The giant guard that was bombarded turned into a sky full of blue light, which was absorbed by the vortex of divine light on Shen Lang's chest.
After absorbing a large amount of the power of the Soul Shaman, Hou Yi's remnant soul aura has been significantly improved, and Shen Lang has clearly felt the spirit power fluctuations released by the remnant soul will of Hou Yi in the Baolian Lantern.
After successfully removing the guards guarding the altar, Shen Lang greeted Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao and walked towards the center of the altar together.
As Shen Lang went deep into the altar, the funeral songs from the depths of the altar became louder and louder.
The singing voice is extremely low and sad, giving people an inexplicable sadness.
Not long after, Shen Lang and everyone came to the square in the center of the altar.
The scene in front of me was shocking.
I saw the tombstone of the tomb owner of the Witch Tomb standing in the center of the square. The tombstone was a rectangular parallelepiped, running straight through the sky, releasing extremely black light, making the sky dim, giving people a sense of oppression and solemnity.
This is not the point. The point is that around the tombstone, there are twelve monks wearing black robes and eagle-head masks standing in a circle, holding cyan staffs, mysterious and unpredictable.
It was these twelve monks in black robes who raised their staff high and sang funerals in a low voice.
Even far away, Shen Lang could feel the eerie and terrifying aura emanating from the black-robed monks in the square.
Just when Shen Lang was about to step forward to investigate, Hou Yi's warning sound suddenly came from his ears:
"The Chosen One, stop!"
After hearing Hou Yi's warning sound, Shen Lang immediately stopped, his heart horrified.
"There is a sacrifice formation hidden in the square where the tombstone is located. Any creatures in the square that try to approach or step into the square will be sacrificed by the formation!"
As soon as the voice fell, Hou Yi appeared behind Shen Lang in the form of a phantom, blowing a golden air current towards the high platform in front of him.
I saw the moment the golden air current blows to the square.
"Buzzing!"
In an instant, the formation restriction in the square suddenly appeared.
A large number of black runes appeared on the ground of the square, twisting like a black centipede.
This was not over yet, a large black light surged in the sky of the entire square, gradually turning into a huge black vortex, releasing extremely powerful swallowing suction.
Shen Lang's expression changed drastically. Even though he was far away from the square, he could feel the spirit a little restless, as if the spirit was about to break out of his body and be sucked away by the black vortex!
The two women behind Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao were even more dizzy. Only by silently chanting the meditation spell could they stabilize the soul.
Shen Lang sweated on his forehead, and the sound transmission said with emotion: "Thanks to the reminder from the senior Hou Yi, otherwise the junior will be recruited!"
Hou Yi continued to remind: "The twelve Wuzhu surrounding the tombstone seem to be extremely clever puppets. Judging from the fluctuations in their spirit power, their strength is comparable to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and it is not an enemy of your ability."
"This... how should the younger generation respond?"
Shen Lang's expression became a little ugly, it was difficult to deal with one Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian by himself, let alone twelve Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian at the same time.