I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

The black panther was being entangled by three four-handed demon ghosts at this moment. With a roar, it wanted to go back to help, but the three ghosts fought against it without caring about their injuries, making it impossible for it to escape.

Wang Zijia did not give it a chance to continue to react. As his spiritual power surged, pages of the book flew out.

‘Second-grade talisman: Spiritual Illusion Ghost Talisman! ’

The page turned into a strange talisman and rushed into the body of the ghost that was bounced by the energy shield.

The ghost turned into a group of illusory runes and rushed straight towards Min Xin.

Min Xin was startled, and the transparent energy shield emerged again.

“Boom!”

The moment the rune and the energy shield came into contact, the energy shield exploded with a slight sound, and several runes also shattered with it. The remaining runes that followed directly poured into Min Xin’s body.

His face changed drastically, a ball of blood-red light emerged, and Min Xin’s body surface cracked like ceramics. The runes fell out as the transparent glass ceramics shattered.

After Min Xin peeled off from the ceramic, his face turned pale instantly. Obviously, he had just activated some life-saving means.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to see that the young man whose aura had crushed him in the distance actually opened his mouth and sprayed out several large mouthfuls of essence.

‘Spell: Five Ghosts Bewitching God! ’

As the young man's essence was consumed, the demon ghost that had been fighting with him before suddenly collapsed into a second group of ghost fog, which directly enveloped him.

Everything happened too fast. He had just peeled off from the ceramic and had no chance to react. He was directly enveloped by the ghost fog. The whole person was stiff and fell into a confused state of chaos.

“Roar!”

On the side, the anxious voice of the black panther came, but it was useless.

Wang Zijia rushed to the front with lightning speed. 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. He flicked his finger and shot it directly into his mouth.

At this time, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Using the extremely filthy essence of the evil ghost as a medium, the demon seed injected into the body, let alone the early stage of the sacrifice wine, Wang Zijia is confident that the peak sacrifice wine can handle it, of course, the premise is to eat it.

As he expected, the effect was very fast. In just three breaths, he felt that the demon seed was completely completed.

Wang Zijia pursed his lips, feeling that it was much easier than he thought. He didn't know whether this guy was too lame or he thought the sacrifice wine monks of the sect were too strong.

After preparing for several months, why did it suddenly stall when it was just launched? The sacrifice wine monks of Wanyu Sect seemed to be a bit of a loser!

With a thought, the book brought 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 the other party actually had other restrictions in addition to the oath weight.

Weight: Demon Soul Probe

Classification: Blessing Curse

Status: Latent (fluctuating, with signs of activation, one-time consumption)

Value: 824

Effect: If the target's life, spirit and other states fluctuate seriously, they will be automatically activated, attracting the attention of the curser.

Introduction: This is a special method planted by the Bone Soul Demon Cultivator to prevent his subordinates from being arrested and implicated. It has the effect of monitoring their health status. Have you heard of heart rate monitors? This is the ultimate evolution!

Young man, if you want to torture him severely, you can try to keep it. It is also very interesting to have a live broadcast. After all, you can live broadcast a performance for the big guys in the Real Realm. It should be exciting, right?

Wang Zijia looked at the weight and was shocked. He decisively reached out and exchanged the weight. Then he was still a little worried. After confirming that there was no other back-up, he sorted out the other party's information.

Name: Min Xin

Cultivation: Early stage of offering wine

Daoist foundation: Power of the magic leopard

Daoist practice: 150 years (50/50/10,000)

Spell: Beast Taming Method...

After checking his information for a long time and confirming that there were no other problems, Wang Zijia left the other party's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness and returned to the outside world.

His mind moved slightly, and the book floating above his head sank into his body, and the five ghosts turned into five talismans and flew back to his side.

The freed black panther rushed back to Min Xin in an instant, hunched over, bared his teeth, and demonstrated to Wang Zijia.

Min Xin also turned over and stood up, looking at Wang Zijia vigilantly. While constantly checking himself, he said: "This senior brother, I don't know where Min did not do well and offended you?"

Wang Zijia glanced at the other party, without any intention of explaining.

"Snap!"

Raising his hand, a snap of the fingers was made.

Min Xin's whole body froze. He held on for a few breaths, but he couldn't hold it anymore and let out a shrill roar.

"Ugh... Ah..."

He kept rolling on the ground, not much different from the boys who were infected with demons.

During the struggle, he couldn't even use his own strength. The foundation he had worked so hard to build was even more shaky, as if it was being torn and crushed by some huge force and would collapse in the next moment.

Such pain was even more cruel than the torture of the boys' single spiritual root slowly breaking.

"Woo woo... Roar..."

Seeing this, the black panther on the side circled around his master anxiously, whimpering for a long time without any results, and raised his head with a burst of cold light and rushed towards Wang Zijia.

The five ghost talismans surrounding Wang Zijia flew out and turned into a large ball of ghost fog, covering him in it. Even the black panther in the middle stage of the ritual wine, shrouded by the ghost fog of the five ghosts, became staggered, like a ghost wall, running around everywhere.

"Brother, please spare my life, brother, please let me go, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

After more than half a quarter of an hour, Min Xin finally couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't care about his face anymore and begged for mercy from Wang Zijia.

"Really? What's wrong?" Wang Zijia stopped torturing him for a moment and asked.

"Junior brother is wrong, wrong... everything is wrong!" Min Xin said incoherently.

"Humph, you still have a fluke mentality? It seems that you haven't suffered enough!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly and had another thought.

"Ah..."

"Senior brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I fuck you..."

"Tell me, where did I offend..."

The defense-breaking Min Xin begged for mercy and cursed.

After another half a quarter of an hour, he was almost collapsed and suddenly shouted: "Help, Ghost Spirit Hall Master, help!"

He shouted for a while, but didn't get any response, and didn't feel anything abnormal. Wang Zijia in front of him looked at him with a half-smile.

He completely gave up the fluke mentality and said: "Brother, spare my life, brother, spare my life, I have important information to confess."

"Snap!"

As Wang Zijia snapped his fingers again, Min Xin's whole body suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then he softened, without any dignity of a chief priest, like mud, gasping for breath.

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