Chapter 2735

The things in the first two boxes can be called peerless treasures, while the things in the third box are too common.

"No! There is a talisman under the soul pearl

"Oh, that's a broken Rune!"

This time, it happened to everyone and found something wrong.

Also at this time, the voice of the ghost King spread throughout the audience.

"The third box contains Wang Qian's right arm, called monk's three souls and seven spirits!"

"You may not know this monk very well. I can tell you that Wang Qian's followers slaughtered many righteous people, but our ghost King sect spent a lot of effort to bring this damned monk back under Wang Qian's eyes."

"Everyone said, should this damned monk be blown to ashes?"

All hands up.

"Of course! It's a shame that this guy has lived to this day

"What we practitioners need most is to kill demons and demons!"

"All the people around the king should die!"

All the people in the ring were talking. They were filled with righteous indignation, as if Wang Qian and them had a bitter hatred.

However, Wang Qian automatically ignored those voices.

Wang Qian didn't look at the unimportant characters.

Directly held the green soul bead in the hand.

However, at this time, Wang Qian also found that it was not right. This broken Rune was connected with the soul bead.

Wang Qian is to explore the consciousness.

Among the soul beads, in a green space.

The three souls and seven Spirits of the monk were scattered, and a total of 10 monks appeared there.

When Wang Qian saw this scene, he could not help clenching his fists.

That life separated the three spirits and seven Spirits of the monk. The pain is unimaginable.

And the monk was tortured like this.

Wang Qian's murderous spirit.

"Forget it, put the monk away first, and then give it to Mo Cuicui to help him reunite." After Wang Qian thought of this, he carefully put the green soul bead into the five breath bead.

After all this, Wang Qian collected the other two things into Wu Xi Zhu.

"What do you mean, Wang hammer?" Suddenly, all the ghosts of the monk showed their spirits in front of the king.

Hearing this, Wang Qian said with a faint smile: "this thing belongs to me. I have the right to dispose of it. You can't control it. Don't you want to fight against Xuanmen, old man? Just pass me first. "

Originally, he was worried that the monk's spirits were not in the box.

With the three souls of the monk, Wang Qian naturally has no scruples.

The ghost king and the blood demon ancestor were stunned when they heard Wang Qian's words.

"To die!"

All of a sudden, in the ghost King's side of a quiet place, the rapist roared and rushed directly to Wang Qian.

"Fenggui formation! Get up

The ghost king is also the first time to start the array he just set up.

Boom boom!

There are bursts of crying and howling in the mountains and fields. The whole valley seems to have turned into a ghost land. Countless strange stone tablets break out from every corner of the valley.

In a flash, the Valley turned into a mass grave.

The endless Yin Qi made all the monks shudder.

"God, this ghost King clan is going to be serious. It's going to kill that boy with the power of the sect!"

"This time, there is no doubt that Wang Da Chui will die!"

Zhao Hualong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Guiwangzong had such means, which changed the circulation of aura here.

All the auras in the Valley turned into ghosts.

If you are not a monk who practices the skills of the ghost King sect, if you are disturbed by the ghost Qi, your strength will definitely drop by more than half.

"What a terrible trick..."

For a while.

Even Zhao Hualong's heart trembled.

The ghost gas of the valley diffuses, and gradually all the ghost gas forms a whirlpool.

The sand is flying, and everyone's sight is blocked.

Boom boom!

Just a few seconds later, the challenge arena turned into a grave.

The elder of the ghost King clan who was about to attack Wang Qian immediately took out a tombstone and put it in front of the grave.

It's two meters high.

There are some inscriptions on it that no one else can understand. At the top of the tombstone, there is a blank area. Suddenly, the elder looks back in the direction of Zhao Hualong.

Zhao Hualong touched the elder's eyes and stepped back several steps.

"Elder Chen, you What's your look like? It has nothing to do with me. I don't know Wang Dahui very well! I just met in a bar when I went to Haizhou... ""At the bar?"

The ghost King repeated Zhao Hualong's words.

Zhao Hualong only felt his whole body was cold.

"His name is Wang Da Chui, isn't it? You and you, come up and donate your own blood essence... "

Speaking, the ghost King points directly to the direction of Bao Xing and Shen Qi.

Bao Xing and Shen Qi's bodies float out of control.

Two people's body pours on of a burst out blood fog.

After that, the blood directly covered the terrible grave. When the monks saw this scene, they didn't even dare to breathe. This was the method of the ghost King sect.

At the same time, in that grave bag, Wang Qian seemed to return to Beimang mountain again.

He remembers that time in the secret place of Beimang mountain cave, he once felt this familiar Qi. There was endless resentment in the grave bag.

One by one, there are hundreds of thousands of resentful souls looking at themselves with venomous eyes.

These people's clothes span hundreds of years. Some of them wear ancient robes, some wear modern clothes, and others are blonde.

"Roar!"

Then all the resentment souls rushed to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian got into the wuxizhu for the first time. He was not afraid of these ghosts. The monk had been rescued anyway. Now is the time for Master Wang to collect the wool of the ghost king.

It can be seen that these ghosts are all carefully cultivated by the ghost King clan, which makes Mo Cuicui satisfied.

When Wang Qian came in, he saw Mo Cuicui, gluing together the monk's soul.

The silk thread of soul extends directly from Mo Cuicui's body to the monk's body, making the monk's soul bond. When Wang Qian came in, Mo Cuicui just hit out the last formula.

Hum! It's a big noise.

The three souls of the monk were immediately connected.

Then the monk slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Wang Qian, the monk was still confused.

"You are..."

Wang Qian saw that the monk had three souls and seven spirits, and he had been worried for many days, so he finally put it down.

"Wei Kuan, how are you? I've learned a lesson this time. My soul has been taken apart. I don't think you dare to pursue those things you don't know next time. " Wang Qian chuckled.

Wei Kuan is the real name of the monk.

The monk doesn't seem to have recovered.

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