Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 83: Soul Locking
“Hehehe.”
A strange laugh was heard, from young and old, men and women.
A black shadow flashed, and suddenly a ghost with its head lowered appeared in the entire area with Wang Chen as the center. It seemed to be crying and laughing, with a ghostly aura.
It was the ghost that was just scared away by Wang Chen's golden flame of the sun.
At this moment, they seemed to have revealed their true form, wearing black murder uniforms, their bodies were pale and extremely creepy.
For a moment, there was a chilling wind and bursts of crying. The ghosts raised their heads, and for some reason their eyes seemed to have been gouged out, leaving only two bright red holes with two lines of blood dripping, which was horrifying to the sight.
Among a group of ghosts, Wang Chen suddenly discovered that several of them looked extremely familiar.
They were Zhang Wanquan, Murong Aotian and Zhang Moran.
They were already dead.
Wang Chen recalled the scenes in the House of Thousand Corpses and suddenly understood.
These people must be the innocent souls who died at the hands of the Blood Ghost King, who controlled them and made them his accomplices. So they cooperated with each other and staged a good show of luring people into a trap in front of him. It is very likely that every ghost acting did not even know that he was acting, and still thought he was alive and struggling to survive.
If I die, I will definitely become this kind of residual soul.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Wang Chen had never practiced the art of soul defense, and now he was finally in a desperate situation.
Da da da.
The sound of fingernails hitting the coffin was heard, and the coffin made a heavy friction sound, and the bloody coffin lid slowly opened.
The bright red energy gushed out like blood, transforming into a disgusting creature that seemed to be made up of organs from different people.
Blood Vampire King!
A terrifying mind demon that no one has ever been able to kill.
The only remaining eye was fixed on Wang Chen, and a hint of human sneer appeared in the Blood Ghost King's eyes.
"Am I really going to be cursed to death by the old dog Pojun?"
"Move!" Wang Chen gritted his teeth and tried his best to mobilize his ancestral energy.
However, the ancestral energy that had created miracles time and time again was still unable to move.
The Blood Ghost King can control an area of space. The gap between the two sides' sea of consciousness is too huge, like a pond and an ocean. Even the miraculous ancestral energy cannot make up for this terrifying gap.
Amidst a greasy sound.
The Blood Demon King slid down from the coffin like liquid and slowly approached. The pungent fishy smell surged over and instantly submerged Wang Chen.
"Little medicine!"
Wang Chen gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted.
In the pungent blood mist, the Blood Demon King had already raised one of his purple arms to grab Wang Chen's crown, his lipless mouth slightly opened, as if announcing that from now on he would have one more puppet.
The five fingers that were a mixture of flesh and blood and white bones suddenly closed together, and a cold touch came over them as they clasped.
The Blood Demon King was slightly stunned. This touch did not feel like a human head.
Before anyone could realize what was happening, this terrifying and disgusting ghost suddenly trembled, and a terrifying suction force emanated from his palms!
When he saw clearly what he had caught, the Blood Demon King instantly let out a scream of extreme fear.
The screams alarmed countless ghosts around, and they screamed and turned into streams of light and ran away in all directions.
However, an expressionless mask was firmly stuck to the bloody palm.
The Blood Demon King howled miserably, turned into boiling, sticky blood, and fled madly.
But his hands were locked tightly by the mask, unable to break free, and were stretched to be as thin as hair.
The suction force surged! A strange scene appeared before Wang Chen's eyes.
Countless ghosts transformed into invisible filaments and tried to escape.
But he couldn't escape the mask.
This mask is like a terrifying black hole, swallowing up the surrounding ghosts.
Soul Locking Device...
As powerful as the Blood Ghost King, he actually had no power to resist. What kind of existence was this soul-locking device that Qian Hua gave him? !
Wang Chen was secretly shocked.
The appearance of the Blood Ghost King emerging from the blood mist just now inexplicably reminded Wang Chen of the strange creature that seemed to be condensed from black smoke and absorbed by the mask.
When the black creature wanted to take over his body, it was swallowed by this mask.
So he asked Xiaoyao to take out the mask and plot against the Vampire King, and it worked.
Xiaoyao's seemingly insignificant ability saved his life at the critical moment.
As the mask continued to devour, dark clouds and mist rose up in the void and gradually condensed into various shadows.
Dragon, tiger, cheetah,
Big knife, spear, giant sword,
There are also all kinds of strange beasts and exotic objects that Wang Chen doesn’t recognize.
An aura different from demonic power and different from inheritance emanates from these things.
These are the skills practiced by the geniuses of the demon race who were killed by the Blood Ghost King.
Wang Chen was secretly shocked. Too many demons died at the hands of the Blood Ghost King. These skills seemed to be stripped away from their controlled souls.
The mask swallowed up the food expressionlessly, so much so that Wang Chen could hardly tell whether it was swallowing or spitting out.
Gradually, the souls of the demons around were devoured, leaving only the Blood Ghost King who turned into a blood-colored line that was constantly being sucked.
In the void, a hideous blood mist gradually condensed.
"Let me go... I can give you wealth, skills, and immortality..."
A deep voice suddenly came from Wang Chen's mind.
He was stunned. This voice was not like a sound transmission note. It seemed to appear directly in his mind.
In the world of cultivation, if one wants to transmit sound through telepathy, one must first obtain the other party's consent, and then allow the other party to transmit sound through telepathy.
The Blood Vampire King can actually communicate with me directly through spiritual consciousness?
No wonder it can confuse one’s five senses and even deceive the body’s perception of time.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid and I'll let you go?" How dare you say such a thing? Wang Chen sneered.
If I miss the opportunity to deal with such a terrifying evil creature, I will be the one to die.
"I can tell you the secret of Tongtian Laozi, otherwise even if you kill me, you will die in the end."
"Oh? Tell me first, and I'll see if it's enough to buy your life."
Wang Chen said with an idea in his mind.
"You lied to me!"
But the Blood Demon King suddenly became extremely angry.
"You never thought of letting me go! You tried to trick me! You will die,"
"You are a cunning and poisonous insect. You will die miserably."
“It’s tragic…”
The Vampire King continued to curse, but his voice became weaker and weaker.
"You're about to die and yet you still say such rude things."
The description of a cunning poisonous insect made Wang Chen extremely depressed.
He knew that the Vampire King could see into people's hearts and found out that he had no intention of letting him go.
Finally, with a wail from the Blood Vampire King, peace returned to my ears.
The mask was suspended in the air, emitting a dim light, as if it was full, and it was crystal clear.
And all around, there were hundreds of phantoms formed from the lifelong cultivation techniques of the demons who had died here. Among them, a hideous and alien blood mist was particularly conspicuous. It was the phantom of the Blood Ghost King's magical power.
"These demon clan skills are useless even if I have more of them."
Although the restraints on his body had not been removed, Wang Chen sighed as he looked at these existences that were similar to inheritance.
This kind of existence is something that was stripped out by the Blood Ghost King after personal practice. It is not as good as inheritance, and it is even more different from the existence that is similar to the general outline of the teachings of the Tongtian Demon Emperor. It even contains the erroneous understanding of others and does not have much use value.
And even if he had any use, Wang Chen would not be able to practice the demon clan's magic.
He was feeling regretful.
call!
A breeze blew, and all the phantoms seemed to be blown away by the wind, turning into colorful sparkling dust and rushing towards Wang Chen.
Boom!
There was a loud bang like thunder in his ears. Before Wang Chen could react, he felt as if his head was hit by ten thousand tons of force. He felt a tearing pain and his eyes went black in an instant and he lost consciousness.
"Wang Chen!"
Xiaoyao was very anxious when she saw this, but there was nothing she could do. She tried to read Wang Chen's mind, but found that his mind was like a huge vortex, swirling in chaos.
Even in a coma, Wang Chen's face was distorted by intense pain, and sweat flowed down like streams of water.
In the dark cave, with an unconscious body, Xiaoyao danced anxiously, calling out his name.
