"It stinks!"
Wang Dachun almost fainted from the corpse puppet, "Witch King, you are too perverted, do you want to smoke people to death with this kind of thing!"
The Witch King Jiejie smiled, "Boy, soon you will become his kind."
He was very satisfied with Wang Dachun. If this guy could be turned into a corpse puppet, he would definitely be very powerful.
"Humph, old ghost, I think you must be the one going to hell!"
The black-faced corpse puppet jumped in front of Wang Dachun and clawed at his chest with two sharp claws.
puff!
Wang Dachun struck preemptively and slashed at the corpse puppet with a sword. However, to Wang Dachun's disappointment, the sword only left a white mark on the corpse puppet.
This is like a knife that can cut through wood, but it is difficult to leave too big a scratch on a piece of soft plastic.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie, it's useless, my corpse puppet is invulnerable, boy you are dead!"
The Witch King's greatest reliance is not his witchcraft, but this corpse puppet. No matter what dangerous situation, this guy will always be by his side to protect him.
However, although the corpse puppet is easy to use, it is very difficult to refine. The corpse puppet of the Witch King is a thousand-year-old corpse that he got from the ancient tomb after nine deaths.
Then it took ninety-nine and eighty-one days to refine it. Not only that, in order to ensure that his body would not rot, he had to take it out for sacrifice every seven days on average.
That is quite tedious and energy-consuming.
At the same time, the Witch King and the White-faced Man attacked Wang Dachun at the same time.
The Witch King had two Wu hooks in his hands, one on the left and one on the left, to pull out Wang Dachun's intestines.
If you get caught, half your life will be lost.
The white-faced man was hiding around, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Dachun at any time.
Suddenly, Wang Dachun was surrounded by two people and one corpse. He was in a hurry and became in danger...
If the two of them join forces, even a half-step master may end up in a situation where he is full of hatred.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Jie, boy, stop struggling, hurry up and catch me, lest you ask for trouble!"
In the eyes of the Witch King, Wang Dachun was already a dead man, to be precise, a walking corpse puppet!
When the time comes, Wang Dachun will be sacrificed and transformed into a corpse puppet. With two corpse puppets in hand, the world can move sideways.
Thinking of this, the Witch King was very excited, and he felt more and more that this time was not in vain, even if there was no commission, it was still worth it.
Wang Dachun smiled disdainfully, "Old ghost, you think you've got me, it's a joke!"
"Sheep, please come out!"
As soon as Wang Dachun finished speaking, a monster that looked like a sheep but not a snake appeared, it was the tomb beast.
Wang Dachun gave it a cute name - Sheep Meie.
After all, this guy looks more like a sheep, and he can also make sheep sounds. It's very suitable to call him "sheep bleat".
As soon as the sheep came out, it was fierce and fierce, and its blood-red eyes looked coldly at the Witch King and the white-faced man.
Damn it!
What the hell?
What a fierce thing!
Mom, I want to go home!
The Witch King and the white-faced man shuddered when they were stared at by Yang Meie's blood-red eyes.
It's like a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake.
Not only these two people, but also the corpse puppet showed a fearful expression.
I go!
Wang Dachun looked into the corpse puppet's eyes. This guy is good, but he's still afraid, so he won't become a spirit!
What...
It's just that the sheep's bleating voice revealed its secrets when it opened its mouth. The cry was a bit cute, but it was a bit incompatible with its fierce aura.
Wang Dachun stretched out his hand and pointed at the corpse puppet, "Yang Meie, kill that black-faced man first and see which of you is better!"
The sheep immediately stamped its hooves on the ground and rushed towards the black-faced corpse.
With a bang, the black-faced corpse puppet was slapped away by a hoof.
Damn it!
The corner of the Witch King's mouth twitched, this monster is too strong!
It's a bit ridiculously strong.
A trace of greed flashed in the Witch King's eyes. If he could get his hands on this monster, it would be much easier to use than the corpse puppet.
The Witch King frantically shook the copper bell in his hand as if he didn't want money, and the corpse puppet rushed over again and collided with the sheep.
It's just that the difference in strength between the two is too big. The black-faced corpse puppet can only be abused, being constantly pressed to the ground and rubbed by the sheep.
All the teeth were knocked out, turning him into a toothless corpse, which made the Witch King feel distressed for a while, more distressed than his own son's teeth being knocked out.
"Do it!"
The Witch King and the white-faced man looked at each other and rushed towards Wang Dachun.
They knew that if the monster freed its hands, they would not be able to reap the benefits.
As long as Wang Dachun is killed, the monster will be easy to deal with without anyone controlling it.
What they don't know is that Yang Meie doesn't need human control at all, and he can exert great strength on his own.
"Well done!"
Wang Dachun sneered and rushed towards the two of them, and the three of them started fighting.
The Witch King is responsible for attacking, while the white-faced man is responsible for sneak attacks.
boom!
Soon, the Witch King was kicked out by Wang Dachun, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
His power mainly lies in his witchcraft and corpse puppet, and his own strength is not considered strong.
escape!
The Witch King got up from the ground and ran away without saying a word. He didn't even want the corpse puppet.
He knew that staying here would lead to death. When the monster got out, he would not be able to run away.
"Want to run? Stay here!"
A silver light flew out from Wang Dachun's hand, which was a flying knife.
Xiao Wang's flying knives are always flying.
"puff!"
The Witch King was not destined to die, and his body suddenly tripped over something under his feet, causing him to stumble.
As a result, the flying knife missed and missed the heart.
The Witch King groaned and staggered towards the corridor.
Wang Dachun sighed secretly, but he had no time to chase her, because the white-faced man had already circled behind Mei Ji at this time, and the military thorn in his hand was placed on Mei Ji's neck again.
This white-faced man is really insidious, and he threatens him with Mei Ji.
"Die!"
Wang Dachun's eyes flashed, and a ray of spiritual power pierced the white-faced man's mind.
The white-faced man groaned and his body swayed.
puff!
A flying knife penetrated his throat. His body swayed twice and fell down, his eyes widening.
It is already dead and cannot die any more.
At this moment, the black-faced corpse puppet had been beaten to death by the sheep.
Wang Dachun put away the sheep with a wave of his hand. After thinking about it, he put away the corpses of the black-faced corpse puppet and the white-faced man.
To prevent the corpse puppet from being taken away by the Witch King again and causing harm to people.
After doing this, Wang Dachun breathed a sigh of relief, his face turned pale and he felt a severe headache.
He used two soul attacks today. With his strength, it was already overloaded.
It was really lively tonight, with enemies coming one after another. If the sheep hadn't come to help, he would have shed his skin even if he didn't die.
After all, the black-faced corpse puppet is quite strong, like a weakling who cannot be beaten to death.
"Meiji, it's okay."
Wang Dachun smiled at Meiji and walked towards her.
Meiji nodded, "Well, untie me!"
Wang Dachun untied the rope from Meiji's hand.
Meiji immediately threw herself into Wang Dachun's arms, "I'm so scared!"
Wang Dachun patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Be good, it's okay, don't be afraid!"
Mei Ji, who was hiding in Wang Dachun's arms, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and a dagger suddenly appeared in her hand.
He stabbed Wang Dachun hard in the waist...
