The Black Panther was currently being fought by three four-handed monsters. He roared and tried to come back for help, but the three ghosts fought with no regard for their injuries, making it impossible for him to escape.
Wang Zijia didn't give him a chance to react. As his spiritual power surged throughout his body, a page flew out of the book.
'Second level talisman: spiritual ghost talisman! '
The page turned into a strange talisman and rushed into the body of the ghost figure who was bounced away by the energy shield.
The ghost turned into a ball of illusory runes and rushed straight towards Min Xin.
Min Xin was startled, and the transparent energy shield appeared again.
"Wave!"
The moment the runes came into contact with the energy shield, the energy shield exploded with a soft sound, and several runes were destroyed along with it. The remaining runes that followed poured directly into Min Xin's body.
His expression changed drastically, a ball of blood-red light emerged, and Min Xin's body surface cracked like ceramic. The runes fell out as the transparent glass-ceramic shattered.
After Min Xin was peeled off from the ceramic, his face instantly turned pale. Obviously, he had just inspired some life-saving means.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was horrified to see that the young man whose aura had crushed him in the distance actually opened his mouth and spit out several large mouthfuls of essence.
'Spell: Five ghosts confuse the gods! '
As the young man's essence was consumed, the demon that he had been fighting with suddenly disintegrated into a second cloud of ghost mist, which shrouded him directly.
Everything happened too fast. He had just been peeled off from the ceramic and had no chance to react. He was directly enveloped in the ghost mist. His whole body froze and fell into a state of confusion and chaos.
"Roar!"
From the side, the anxious voice of the Black Panther could be heard, but it was of no use.
Wang Zijia rushed forward in lightning, and when he turned his hand, a drop of spiritual light the size of a pinhole, filled with a strong smell of alcohol, appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, it shot directly into his mouth.
At this time, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Using the extremely filthy essence of evil ghosts as a medium, Wang Zijia is confident that the seed demon injected into the body can be dealt with at the peak stage, let alone the early stage of sacrificial wine. Of course, the prerequisite is to eat it.
As he expected, the effect was very fast. In just three breaths, he felt that the demon seeding was completely completed.
Wang Zijia pursed his lips, feeling that it was much easier than he thought. He didn't know whether it was because this guy stretched his hips too much, or because he thought the sect's wine-sacrifice monks were too powerful.
After several months of preparation, why did it suddenly stall out just now? The Wanyu Sect's wine-sacrifice monks felt like they were a bit too picky!
With a thought in his mind, Shushuo led Wang Zijia to the other party's chaotic sea of consciousness, and skillfully began to search for the oath weight.
What surprised Wang Zijia was that in addition to the oath weight, the other party also had other restrictions.
Weight: Demon Soul Probe
Belongs to: Blessing Curse
Status: latent (fluctuating, with signs of activation, one-time consumption)
Value: 824
Effect: Serious fluctuations in the target's life, mental and other conditions will be automatically triggered, attracting the gaze of the person who cast the spell.
Introduction: The special method planted by Bone Soul to observe demons to prevent his subordinates from being arrested and implicate themselves has the effect of monitoring their health status. Have you heard of heartbeat monitors? This is the ultimate evolved version!
Boy, if you want to torture him, you can try to keep it. It would be quite interesting to do a live broadcast. After all, you can live broadcast a performance for a real-life boss. You should be very excited, right?
Wang Zijia looked at the weight and was shocked. He reached out decisively and exchanged the weight. Immediately, I was still a little worried. After repeatedly confirming that there was no other back-up, I sorted out the other party's information.
Name: Min Xin
Cultivation: Early stage of wine sacrifice
Daoji: The power of the magic leopard
Daoxing: one hundred and fifty years (50/50/10,000)
Dharma: Beast Control······
After checking his information for a long time and confirming that there were no other problems, Wang Zijia exited the other party's chaotic sea of consciousness and returned to the outside world.
His mind moved slightly, the book floating above his head sank into his body, and the five ghosts turned into five talismans and flew back to him.
The freed Black Panther rushed back to Min Xin's side in an instant, hunched his back, bared his teeth, and demonstrated to Wang Zijia.
Min Xin also stood up and looked at Wang Zijia warily. While constantly checking himself, he said: "This senior brother, I wonder what Min did that was not thoughtful and offended senior brother?"
Wang Zijia glanced at the other party without any intention of explaining.
"Snapped!"
Raising his hand, he snapped his fingers.
Min Xin's whole body froze, and after holding on for several breaths, he couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a shrill scream.
"Uh...ah..."
The whole person was rolling on the ground, not much different from the demon-seeded boys.
During the struggle, he couldn't even use his own strength, and the foundation he had worked so hard to build was crumbling, as if it was being torn and crushed by some huge force, and would collapse in the next moment.
This kind of pain is even countless times more severe than the torture of a child's single spiritual root slowly shattering.
"Woooo...roar...!"
Seeing this, the black panthers on the side circled anxiously around their master, whimpered for a long time to no avail, then raised their heads and rushed towards Wang Zijia with a cold light.
The five ghost talismans surrounding Wang Zijia flew out and turned into a large cloud of ghost mist, shrouding him in it. Even the Black Panther in the middle of the wine ceremony was shrouded in the ghost mist of the five ghosts, and he fell down, just like a ghost hitting a wall, scurrying around.
"Senior brother, please spare my life. Senior brother, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong..."
But for more than a quarter of an hour, Min Xin finally couldn't stand it any longer, and without any shameful scruples, he begged Wang Zijia for mercy.
"Really? What's the mistake?" Wang Zijia asked after stopping the torture for a moment.
"Junior brother is wrong, everything is wrong!" Min Xin said incoherently.
"Huh, are you still trying to get lucky? It seems you haven't suffered enough!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly and thought again.
"ah······"
"Brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I was careless..."
"Tell me, what exactly did I offend..."
Min Xin, who had broken his guard, begged for mercy and cursed at other times.
After another half-quarter of an hour, he was on the verge of collapse and suddenly shouted: "Help, Master of the Ghost Spirit Hall, help!"
After shouting for a while, he didn't get any response, and he didn't feel anything unusual about himself. Wang Zijia in front looked at him with a half-smiling expression.
He completely gave up taking chances and said: "Senior brother, please spare your life, senior brother, please spare your life, this disciple has important information to report."
"Snapped!"
As Wang Zijia snapped his fingers again, Min Xin's whole body stiffened for a moment, and then he softened, without any of the majesty of the Liquor Overhaul, just like mud, and he kept panting.
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(End of chapter)
