Chapter 11 Earth Ghost King
A group of fierce ghosts came together like a swarm of twisted phantoms.
Wang Wujian was shocked and didn't care where it was in front of him. He fled for his life.
But after a few steps, the deafening hiss came from behind and echoed in the cave. The sound seemed to have a bayonet, which made Wang Wujian's whole body numb and fell to the ground softly.
"Damn it, you piece of shit, you're dead this time!" Yuan Shen shouted in horror, as if he knew that a more powerful enemy would follow.
Wang Wujian tried his best to run the martial soul, and the faint red color wandered around his head along the heart, resisting the screams of the soul.
After a while, Wang Wujian easily calmed down.
At this moment, a gloomy evil spirit directly enveloped him. Before he could resist, the powerful evil spirit directly blocked his consciousness.
Wang Wujian suddenly felt weak and wanted to try to struggle, but the opponent's strong soul power made him drowsy. Such a powerful power was obviously not something that an ordinary spiritual emperor realm master could achieve.
With the unexpected attack and such a strong cultivation realm of the opponent, Wang Wujian quickly gave up his last resistance and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye!
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A pain in his heart made him regain consciousness again.
The skin of the whole body is cold, as if soaked in ice water. The tibia is numb and weak, as if the whole body is paralyzed, and it even takes a lot of effort to stir up the chest.
Wang Wujian opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the situation at this time: on a cold jade platform, there was a sunken humanoid pattern on the stone platform, which could just let him lie in it. There were two rows of small holes around the humanoid groove, which were only a finger away from each other, and the whole cave was filled with a pungent smell. It made him fall into a coma again.
"What the hell?" Wang Wujian glanced at the top of the dark hole and tried to do it, but the top of the trough firmly locked his limbs, body and head like an invisible prohibition, so that he could not move at all.
"Damn it!" Wang Wujian shouted angrily.
As soon as the words fell, a "big man" who looked like a human, a ghost and a ghost appeared in his vision.
His head is like a big winter melon that has been exposed to the sun. It is yellow and a little rotten. During this period, there are several hairs that are harder than the bristles standing, and there are two meat balls bigger than tomatoes on his forehead. These two meat balls happen to completely block his eyes; the two nostrils are flat, no They seem to be ornaments, because the monster's chest does not have any ups and downs, which means that he hardly needs to breathe. What's more disgusting is that his face is as scarred as being swept by a rake and seems to have a poor treatment effect, resulting in long-term abscess and swelling, which is simply the maggot's favorite place to live.
Wang Wujian looked at his ferocious and ugly monster, and his whole body trembled. With a mouthful of saliva, he swallowed and almost ejected gastric juice.
"You woke up so soon? Well, it's a good material, the best of the best!" His heavy voice slowly came from the cracks of his mouth the size of a shoe. It is impossible for anyone to see the expression from his twisted face, but from his plain tone, it can be concluded that he has faced countless such scenes today.
"You, you are the ghost king?" Wang Wujian asked in shock.
"Hmm! Thank you for grabbing this cunning gentine for me. In order to thank you and to realize my wish for many years, I will make you the most gorgeous and powerful gentine in the world!" The ghost king stared at Wang Wujian, and his tone suddenly became a little excited, as if he had such a rare yuan god in the world.
"Me? No, no, no, how can my martial arts spirit, who has just entered the realm of refining, grow into such a powerful yuan god? Are you wrong? Moreover, I am poorly qualified, lazy and stupid. Even if I are refined into a yuan god, it must be a failure. At that time, it will still seem that you have no vision. I think so. Why don't you let me go? Then you are my reborn parents. I will be grateful. From then on, I will stay in this rare treasure land to serve you well and give you for your retirement. What do you think of the end?" Wang Wujianqiang squeezed out a smile and pleaded. He knew that if he fell into such a field, I'm afraid it would be a lot of bad luck. I'm afraid it's not so easy to escape! Only procrastination may be a first-line turning point.
"You are slippery and bold, and you are the most suitable to be the top-grade yuan god." The Ghost King took a step closer and slowly raised his right arm, revealing a hand that was more exaggerated than the bear's claws.
The big claws gently stroked the cold jade platform, then walked to the top side of Wang Wujian's head, picked up a large pot of brown juice from the other table and poured it into the protruding funnel-shaped opening at the top of the cold jade platform.
"What do you want to do?" Wang Wujian shouted in panic.
"These are all necessary materials to create a perfect Yuanshen. I have studied it for hundreds of years before I have prepared it, and I have waited for thousands of years to meet such an excellent ontology as you. Fate is really fate. Now, I want you to make you feel extraordinary!" The ghost king said slowly, and a large basin of juice was quickly poured out.
Wang Wujian suddenly found that his vest was soaked. He turned his head and saw that the brown juice flowed out of the small holes around him, which was as strange as the venom of a poisonous snake.
"It won't corrode my body!" The more Wang Wujian thought so, the more he felt that his skin and flesh were itchy and even faintly painful.
"You old bastard, damn beast, monster..." Wang Wujian cursed, but the ghost king didn't seem to hear it, and only added all kinds of juice in an orderly manner.
Soon, the humanoid trough was full of colorful **. Wang Wujian scolded him for not being able to work and closed his mouth to save physical strength, but ** continued to rise and quickly spread over his face, and even from entering his mouth. Even if he squeezed his mouth tightly, he could not stop them from infiltrating.
Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Wang Wujian ate it all this time. What's more, in order not to drown, he had to try his best to raise his head and let his nose breathe with difficulty, so that his neck was stiff and stiff. Fortunately, these ** did not have a pungent smell. Otherwise, he would definitely suffocate and die.
"I, I beg you to give me a good time!" Wang Wujian said with painstakingly. As soon as the voice fell, a mouthful of ** with five flavors and five colors surged into his mouth. Then, his throat was swollen and his stomach rolled. With a wow, he spit out a sour **, which was also mixed with colorful potions.
"I'm dead, I won't let you go, let alone be your genitin!" Wang Wujian stared at him and said fiercely.
The ghost king finally showed a horrible smile, which almost made Wang Wujian spit it out again.
"Many martial arts will also say so at this time!" The ghost king smiled ferociously and said, "But you should be proud that you will be honored to be my yuan god, not a tonic completely refined by me, just like this useless thing." The ghost king said and glanced at the essence storage bottle in his hand.
"You fart, who said I was useless? If you have the guts, you can let me out, and I will fight with you for 300 rounds. Yuan Shen shouted and cursed bravely. For himself, it was difficult to escape death anyway. It was better to vent happily before he died.
The ghost king ignored him and threw it out with his backhand. The sperm storage bottle actually landed smoothly on a futon that looked like the earth ghost king's living.
"Let's get started!" The earth ghost king stared at Wang Wujian and said. As soon as his words fell, he suddenly floated up from the ground like a ghost and suspended above him face to face with Wang Wujian.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Wujian asked in horror. Seeing the extremely ugly and inhuman demon king in front of him, he felt for the first time that the distance between death and himself was so close.
"Refining you!" After the ghost king said three words lightly, his hands suddenly stretched out from the wide and shabby cuffs, and the ten fat fingers began to shake regularly. The two lips squirmed, and the soul-staking spells kept pouring into Wang Wujian's mind.