Chapter 94 Golden Horned Beast

Wang Cang just opened the spirit beast bag and a golden-horned beast flew out of the bag...

Wang Cang looked at the escaped spirit beast with a smile, waved two long flame-condensed whips between his hands and hit the little beast fiercely and bound the little beast.

Although the spiritual power in Wang Cang's body has almost been consumed, even if Wang Cang does not have a trace of spiritual power in the hanging abyss, he can still turn his hand over for clouds and rain, trap a spiritual beast with cultivation during the disaster period, which is easier than killing a fellow practitioners outside.

Looking at the beast bound by the sky, Wang Cang's mind kept flashing shadows, with red four feet, brown hair and golden horns above his head. Is this...?

When the spirit beast appeared, it had already shocked the others in the abyss. Several people looked at the powerful beast and were shocked. This was Wang Cang's space, not theirs. Wang Cang could not be afraid of this little beast. They couldn't do it. Even the white clothes felt a faint sense of danger from the little beast.

After thinking hard, Wang Cang flew to the little beast and asked loudly, "Hey, little guy, tell me what you are."

The guy glanced at Wang Cang and naturally knew that Wang Cang was the person who trapped him with his wisdom, but he knew from Wang Cang's breath that Wang Cang was only in the early stage of becoming a god. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't break free from what a guy made out of the early stage of God.

"Little guy, speak in a low voice. I can hear that your strength is not qualified to talk to me like this."

Wang Cang was stunned for a moment. This guy is really hard, but it depends on the situation. Wang Cang waved his hand and a long fire whip appeared in his hand and slapped the arrogant guy fiercely...

"Howling~"

A sad roar sounded in the abyss. Wang Cang looked at the little beast with an evil smile. Some people or things could not give him a good face. The better his face, the more rampant he became.

"Do I have the right to talk to you like this now? Say, what the hell are you? If it's useful, I can let you be my spirit beast. If you don't have the strength, go to die."

The little beast's eyes stared at Wang Cang. He didn't expect that Wang Cang could launch such a terrible attack. He clearly sensed that Wang Cang's cultivation was only in the early stage of becoming a god. Even he could not achieve such attacks. Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but he has been imprisoned because of the fall of his last master? After tens of thousands of years, it is difficult for him to recognize the Lord again!

"That's all. The attack power is not good."

After saying that, the little beast also glanced at the fire whip in Wang Cang's hand. Obviously, Wang Cang's attack was not without any threat to him.

Looking at the arrogant beast, Wang Cang felt that his hand was still too light. This guy's bones are really hard, but this pain is indeed a little lighter than being imprisoned for tens of thousands of years...

This time, Wang Cang was not in a hurry to speak. This is the abyss, a space that belongs to Wang Cang. Here, Wang Cang is the master. Unless that guy understands the power of heaven and earth, there is no chance to resist, but obviously, that guy has not reached that step.

The whip in his hand slowly deformed, and sharp spines emerged from the whip...

"You are very arrogant, but I would like to know if you can still be so rampant after this attack."

Looking at the spikes emerging from the fire whip in Wang Cang's hand, the little beast also panicked and struggled a few times, but the two fire whips that bound him did not move.

"sw~"

The fire whip flew to the little beast with the sound of breaking wind.

"Pa, sne~"

"Ah~"

The spike on the fire whip left a bloody wound on the little beast's body, and the hair was pulled off by the spikes...

"You...you are a monster..."

At this time, the little beast looked at Wang Cang with nothing but fear. Just now, he could have taken a chance because of Wang Cang's weak strength, but Wang Cang's two consecutive attacks made him completely lose confidence.

"Answer my question. What are you? Your answer determines your life and death. I don't need anything useless around me, so you'd better answer honestly and don't hide anything."

"I can answer your question, but you must tell me why your breath is so weak but can launch such a strong attack. Did you hide your breath?"

"You are not qualified to ask questions. If you don't want to die, answer my questions quickly. My patience is limited."

The little beast looked at Wang Cang's evil eyes and couldn't help trembling a few times. This guy is really...

"Well, I don't know what I am..."

Seeing Wang Cang's swinging right hand, the little beast hurriedly continued: "Don't worry, listen to me slowly. I really don't know what I am, but I know my ability. At the beginning, the master subdued me and called me Little Golden Horn. At that time, I was not smart, so I didn't know what race I belonged to. But I think I am qualified to live. My ability is mainly to devour, but I can only devour metallic things. I can devour all metallic things, magic weapons, spiritual stones, natural treasures. In addition, I can break some wooden arrays, which are my main ability, but I am now in the disaster period, and my combat ability will certainly not be weak.

Hearing the little beast's answer, Wang Cang frowned. This guy didn't even know what race he was, but he explained his ability clearly. Did he swallow metal things? Wang Cang decided to have a try. With a wave of his hand, a middle-level spiritual weapon appeared in Wang's hand.

"Eat it!"

The metal mid-level spiritual weapon contains the aura that is no longer weak.

The little beast looked at the magic weapon floating in front of him and had a difficult face. Although he could eat this thing, he hated the taste of it very much. However, looking at Wang Cang's eyes, he had no choice but to swallow the magic weapon. Fortunately, the aura contained in the magic weapon was not bad.

Wang Cang nodded with satisfaction, which was not bad. It seemed that this guy did not tell a lie. As for the array to break the wooden attributes, Wang Cang felt that it was still credible. After all, the little beast exuded a strong metallic atmosphere, especially the golden horn above his head, which shocked Wang Cang and took down the refining. The impulse of magic weapon, but this guy is the cultivation of the disaster period, and it is always useful to stay.

"Okay, the last question, are you willing to take me as the Lord?"

Although he had been convinced by Wang Cang, the little beast's eyes were still flickering. He was afraid that the last master did not release the spirit beast bag before he died, so that he would live in that dark and narrow space for ten thousand years. He was not afraid of fighting, and even the master asked him to work hard. But after ten thousand years of loneliness, he really doesn't want to try again.

"I know what you think. When you practice to the late stage of the disaster, I will naturally let you go. Are you willing to be my spirit beast?"

"Can you count what you say?"

"Do you have a choice? Don't worry, I will naturally do it, and then I will terminate the contract."

"Okay, I hope you keep your word."

A drop of blood flew out of the body of the golden-horned beast and floated in the air. Wang Cang also hurriedly bit his finger, dripped out a drop of blood, and then quickly knotted a few fingerprints and punched the fused blood from the forehead of the beast into the body of the beast.