Chapter 17 The ferocious spirit gun

Wang Gui's heart was surging, but he couldn't figure out how to break the soul art for a moment.

A ghost king is enough for him to deal with, not to mention the powerful thunder. He can't even walk into the cold jade platform.

Excessive worry and anxiety made Wang Gui, a strong man for hundreds of years, panic.

"Three strikes from the thunder, the martial soul comes out of the body!"

The ghost king shouted wildly. In order to protect the lifeline of Wang Wujian, he did not hesitate to spend his own innate soul, that is, to lower the level of the martial soul.

The strong magic spirit and the holy spiritual light are equally divided. They are intertwined and continue to enter the body of the Wang Wu Sword. The humanoid groove repeatedly wants to completely wrap the Wang Wu Sword in, but every time it is torn apart by the earth ghost king with strong soul power.

A light bloomed between heaven and earth again. The third lightning came instantly with the voice of the earth ghost king. This time, the electric light hit Wang Wujian's chest impartially.

"Ah!" Wang Wujian screamed and completely fainted.

Wang Gui's heart hurts. This blow will definitely break any strong person to pieces.

And it was also under the light of this lightning that Wang Gui saw the flaws of the cold jade platform - the stone platform and the ground had long been separated, and the stone platform seemed to be suspended in the air as if it were supported by some force. According to him, under the cold jade platform was the jade root, and attacking the jade root would definitely interrupt the soul-opening ceremony.

With a wave of Wang Gui's long sword, thousands of light blades stayed in the air, formed a magnificent purple sword net, and the strong purple light occupied half of the cave.

"Wind Blade Rotary Nest"

With Wang Gui's low shout, tens of thousands of soul-power light blades condensed into a slender spiral nest and tilted into the ground. After this blow, Wang Gui's hard-won energy was exhausted again by five or six points, and he stepped back a few steps and stood against the sword.

A martial soul morphology floated in Wang Wujian's body, and finally slowly integrated into the soul power human form above, and the earth ghost king Bai Sensen's eyeballs also radiated surprise.

However, his joy was not over, and he suddenly felt a change in the soles of his feet: the jade ground was violently agitated, and it was about to be broken like a volcanic eruption.

The ghost king turned his head angrily and stared at Wang Gui, and the other party's eyes showed cunning pride.

With a loud bang, the cold jade platform was completely broken under the double attack of the magic spirit of the earth ghost king and Wang Gui's must-kill skill. Although there was a trend of overlapping at the moment of fragmentation, Wang Wujian couldn't help landing and was almost killed by the compound jade.

The invulnerable aura bag originally condensed around the cold jade platform disappeared in an instant, and the dark magic gas also quickly dissipated along the huge opening at the top. The martial soul that had just been attached to the human form disappeared into the body of Wang Wujian like a phantom, and the human form in the air also disappeared at the moment when the martial soul left the body.

Wang Wujian suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had just been injected into his body by Reiki.

The aura in the whole cave was rapidly reduced due to the gap at the top of the cave. The ghost king stared at the normal Wang Wujian and slowly stood up. Under this calm appearance, there was a furious heart.

"What's going on? What happened?" A cold wind blew in from the top of the cave and made Wang Wujian tremble. He vaguely remembered that his whole body was in severe pain just now, and his head was almost burst by the loud noise and magic sound, but he didn't know why? Why did all the pain disappear in the blink of an eye? Is it an illusion?

"Go to hell!" The ghost king flew up and kicked to pieces with the cold jade platform. Wang Wujian shouted and hit the southeast corner. A large mouthful of black blood surged into his throat and sprayed on the white jade wall.

"Why not? What about Yugen? Why did it disappear again? The angry roar of the ghost king echoed in the cave.

"Cough, cough, cough" Wang Wujian held the wall and was ready to stand up. When his palm touched the wall, he suddenly found that the bloody place in the wall had been melted, and the melting range gradually expanded. He hurriedly moved his hand and rolled over on the ground for fear that he would also be melted.

"What's going on?" Wang Wujian looked at the wall in surprise. At the same time, he also felt a familiar fierceness behind him rushing towards him, which was the Earth Ghost King.

"Give me back the jade root?" The ghost king strode forward, reached out and grabbed Wang Wujian in mid-air and shouted loudly.

"Gone go of me, where do I know what kind of jade root?" Wang Wujian struggled with all his strength and scratched his big hand desperately, but that hand was like an iron sheet that could not be stabbed with a knife, which made Wang Wujian's fingers numb.

A crisp sound of jade falling attracted the attention of the ghost king. Half of the huge jade wall collapsed, revealing a tall, thick and black stick. You can't see what kind of material it is? What does it do?

At the moment when he lost his mind, Wang Wujian tore his skirt and slipped to the ground, and then ran to Wang Gui's side quickly. After releasing the must-kill skill twice, Wang Gui was more haggard. Even if he was in the land of spiritual treasure, he could not recover quickly.

Another scene that made Wang Wujian feel incredible happened. Although the top of the cave was destroyed and the exquisite lotus disappeared, there was still half of the lotus leaf. A dark blue spiritual light radiated from the lotus leaf, directly shooting at the ugly stick.

The stick slowly changed under the irradiation of the spiritual light. While the diameter is shrinking, a few big words flash in front of the stick: blood sacrifice forming, ferocious gun.

"Is it a weapon?" Wang Wujian whispered in surprise.

The thick stick in the mouth of the bowl eventually turned into a gun, but without the general illumination, it looked extremely ugly. At first glance, it was a worn and rusty iron gun.

"It's a ferocious gun!" Wang Gui and the Ghost King shouted almost with one voice.

The ghost king took a step forward and was ready to get this flat-like artifact first! But when he approached the wall and crossed the boundary, he was suddenly devoured by a powerful force.

The ghost king's face was distorted, and he hurriedly urged the martial soul to offset the powerful power with explosive force, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps.

Also in the moment when he just retreated, Wang Gui's figure flashed in front of the boundary like a ghost. He stared at the eight big words "blood sacrifice formation, ferocious gun" flashing above. After a moment of hesitation, he did not use his soul power and reached in. Unexpectedly, he held the ferocious gun smoothly.

"It belongs to me!" Seeing this, the ghost king shouted and rushed over.

Wang Gui turned around, grinned at the corners of his mouth, showing an evil smile, waved the ferocious gun in his hand, and flew forward to meet him.

After the big knife of the earth ghost king collided with the ferocious gun for the first time, dozens of small slits were immediately cracked on the body of the knife, and even the magic lingering on it was instantly scattered.

After such a strong impact, Wang Gui was just shocked and stepped back a few steps.

"What's the end of this ferocious gun? How can it be so powerful?" Wang Wujian was stunned. He only knew that a sophisticated weapon could add a lot of victories to the martial arts, but he had never seen a weapon that could bring so much help to people. Wang Gui, who was not energetic, fought with the strong ghost king because of it.