“Si Ming, how many years have you been in Nether Hell?” The Nether Ghost Master did not answer his question, but looked at him with a smile.
A trace of doubt appeared in Si Ming’s eyes, but he still replied respectfully, “It’s been five years.”
“Time is so fast, five years have passed in a blink of an eye. How have I treated you for the past five years?”
“Master treats me very well.”
“That’s good, now it’s time for you to repay me.” The ghost master of the ghost locked his eyes on Si Ming’s body, and suddenly his figure moved, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Si Ming. , grabbed Si Ming’s neck fiercely with one hand.
“Si Ming, you are a ghostly physique that is rarely seen in ten thousand years. Although it was formed the day after tomorrow, it is not bad. Now let me devour your blood, your body and your soul… and If I integrate into one, you will have better room for improvement, and you will be the master of this world! Haha… When I completely integrate with you, and add the holy magic flower, I will be completely free from fear. The pure yang power of the Yanhuang bloodline is here!”
Si Ming’s eyes widened unbelievably, he stopped struggling, raised his head, looked at him with difficulty, with a look of hurt and disappointment in his eyes, “Five years ago, you accepted me as your apprentice, did you already plan? Okay?”
“Yes, at that time I took a fancy to your nether physique. I originally wanted to wait until you were an adult before devouring you. After all, this is a nether body that is rarely seen in ten thousand years! Bloodline, haha, God helps me! If the Netherworld body and the Yanhuang bloodline merge, it is possible to transform into the Nine Yin and Nine Yang body. Do you know what this means? Whether it is the Xuantian Realm or the Netherworld Prison, I will control it. , I will be the highest controller of this world!” Nether Ghost Lord sneered proudly.
“It turns out that you are lying to me too.” Si Ming was slightly angry, except for Aunt Yue, Uncle Jing and Xiao Ling, no one was sincere to him anymore!
The figure flickered, and Si Ming turned into a cloud of black smoke and escaped from the ghost master’s hand, transformed into a human figure, and landed beside Nalan Jing, with the black halberd in his hand toward the soul lock chain He slashed hard, and cut off the Soul Locking Chain with a slamming sound.
Si Ming was stunned for a moment, as if he didn’t expect the soul chain to be cut off so easily, “Uncle Jing, hurry up, I’ll stop him! Aunt Yue is outside right now!”
Nalanjing’s pupils shrank suddenly, Yue’er really came!
“Impossible! This is a soul-locking chain forged by ten thousand years of cold iron. You can’t break it with your strength!” Si Ming dared to betray himself, and spent the past five years cultivating him with so many top-quality resources.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
To put it nicely, he cultivated Si Ming with top-quality resources, but in fact it wasn’t for his own selfish desires?
Si Ming also frowned in doubt. Although he used 90% of his power just now, it was a bit unexpected to cut it off so easily!
As if remembering something, the ghost master’s eyes fell on Nalan Jing, his face was full of surprise, “It’s you?!”
“Yes, it’s me.” Nalanjing’s lips curled into a sneer, three thousand ink hair danced without wind, his aura was fierce and arrogant.
The white robe unfolded like snow satin, he stepped down from above, but did not leave in a hurry, “Actually, I have already unlocked the chain of the soul, ghost master, you have been sleeping me for a year. It’s time to clear the interest to you.”
The Netherworld Ghost Lord sneered disdainfully, “Even if you break free from the Soul Chain, you are not my opponent at all!”
After the words, a majestic and vast aura emanated from him, towering like a mountain, very terrifying.
“Try it and you’ll know.” Nalanjing’s palm swayed, and the divine weapon of destiny was condensed in his hand. He raised his hand and raised his sword. A fierce and unparalleled sword mang country immediately faced the ghost master who rushed forward. .
A scorching aura erupted from the red-gold sword glow, and the power of pure yang was so terrifying that the ghost master didn’t dare to approach for a while.
His face became more and more gloomy, and a terrifying storm surged in his eyes, “Have you broken through to the realm of the devil?”
“Yes, it’s all thanks to you. Without your threat, I wouldn’t have been able to progress so fast!” A sneer raised on the corners of the fair and graceful mouth, the purple eyes flashed with cold light, and Nalan Jing stepped forward. When the magic was unfolded, the whole person turned into a ball of white light and charged towards the ghost master.
The snow-white robes turned into red gold, and the whole person was made of pure gold in an instant.
The power of Yanhuang’s bloodline is the nemesis of all Asuras, including the ghost master of the Netherworld. At this moment, he didn’t dare to touch it hard. He was clearly a demon-level powerhouse, but was ruthlessly suppressed by a demon king-level person. This feeling makes him very uncomfortable!
“Humph! Do you really think that your Yanhuang bloodline is invincible in the world?” The anger of the two clans surged in the eyes of the ghost master of the Netherworld. He saw the palm of his hand, quickly took out the holy magic flower, and swallowed it without hesitation. The expression on his face became more sinister and gloomy, “Hahaha, Nalan Jing, you can suffer now!”
Both hands, luck, endless demonic energy lingered around him, majestic and terrifying, the entire space twisted slightly, making a shrill sound.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the dantian, and the face of the ghost master changed, only to feel that most of the demonic energy in his hand dissipated in an instant, and his face couldn’t help but sink, what’s going on? What happened to his dantian?
His dantian has a fiery red pure yang power out of thin air!
The pure yang power is wrapped around the magic pill in his dantian, swallowing his magic energy bit by bit!
The burning pain came from his dantian, making him pale and suffocating.
“What’s going on? How could this happen? Where did this **** pure Yang power come from!”
The Nether Ghost Lord was furious, his eyes filled with fierce anger, and he roared loudly.
“Is the taste of the holy magic flower okay?”
In the dark stone room, the girl’s cold and disdainful mocking sound suddenly sounded, like the Sanskrit sound above the nine heavens, and it sounded faintly in the air.
The ghost master turned his head incredulously, and saw a slender black figure walking over from the dark passage. The fair and beautiful face seemed like a divine carving, and the eyebrows were picturesque, beautiful, cold and charming.
“Is it you? Mu Qianyue? Damn it, what the **** did you do? Did Situ Mo tell you to do it? He dared to betray me! You bastard!”
Mu Qianyue ignored him, but walked all the way to the stone room quickly, her eyes were fixed on the white figure in front of her from beginning to end, and her dark and clear eyes instantly flooded A layer of mist.
My eyes are full of thoughts, thoughts or thoughts…