Ghost King’s Medical Consort

"Si Ming, how many years have you been in Nether Prison?" The Nether Ghost Lord did not answer his question, but looked at him with a smile.

A trace of doubt appeared in Si Ming's eyes, but he replied respectfully, "Five years."

"Time is so fast, five years have passed in a blink of an eye. How have I treated you in the past five years?" The ghost master seemed to let out a sigh, then looked at him and asked.

"Master treats me very well."

"That's all right, now is the time for you to report back to me." The ghost master of the ghost locked his gaze on Si Ming's body. Suddenly he moved, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Si Ming with a cruel hand. Grasping Si Ming's neck fiercely.

"Si Ming, you are a rare nether physique in thousands of years. Although it was formed, it is not bad. Now let me swallow your blood, your body and your soul... and merge with me. One body, you will have better room for improvement, and you will be the master of this world! Haha... After I thoroughly integrate you, and add the Holy Demon Flower, I can completely avoid the fear of Yanhuang bloodline. The power of pure sun!"

Si Ming's eyes opened incredibly, the boss stopped struggling, raised his head, and looked at him with difficulty, with a look of hurt and disappointment in his eyes, "Five years ago, you accepted me as a disciple, is it all planned? ?"

"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 rare nether body in thousands of years! I didn't expect a Yanhuang bloodline appeared in the middle, haha , Really help me! If the nether body merges with the Yanhuang bloodline, then it is possible to transform into a nine-yin and nine-yang body, do you know what this means? Whether it is the mysterious heaven or the nether hell, it will be controlled by me, I will The highest controller in this world!" Ghost Master Nether sneered proudly.

"It turns out that you are also lying to me." Si Ming was slightly angry, except for Aunt Yue, Uncle Jing, and Xiaoling, 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 form, and fell beside Nalanjing, with the black painted halberd in his hand slashing towards the soul chain. Go, cut the soul chain with a squeak.

Si Ming was taken aback for a while, as if he didn't expect the soul-locking chain to be cut off so easily, "Uncle Jing, go quickly, and I will hold him! Aunt Yue, she is outside now!"

Nalanjing's pupils suddenly shrank, and Yue'er really came!

"Impossible! This is a soul-locking chain created by Wannian Han Iron. With your strength, you can't cut it!" The ghost master's eyes were extremely gloomy, and his heart was filled with raging anger, this **** Si Ming unexpectedly Dare to betray oneself, and wasted the five years he spent so many top-quality resources to cultivate him.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It sounds nice to say that he is using the best resources to cultivate Si Ming, but in fact it is not for his own selfish desires?

Si Ming frowned in confusion. Although he had used 90% of his power just now, it was even more unexpected to cut it so easily!

As if thinking of something, the ghost master of the ghost fell on Nalanjing's body, his face was full of surprise, "It's you?!"

"Yes, it's me." Nalanjing's lips raised a sneer, three thousand black hair danced without wind, aggressive, arrogant Wushuang.

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 soul chain, ghost master, you have trapped me for a year, It’s time to settle the interest with you."

The ghost master of Netherworld sneered disdainfully, "Even if you break free from the soul chain, you are not my opponent at all!"

When the words fell, a majestic breath radiated from him, towering like a mountain, and it was terrifying.

"Try it and you'll know." Nalanjing's palm flicked, and the zombies condensed in his hands, raised his hand, Jian Yang, a fierce sword mang kingdom suddenly faced the ghost master who was rushing forward.

A scorching breath erupted from the scarlet golden sword light, and the power of the pure sun was so terrifying that for a while, the ghost master did not dare to approach.

His face became more and more gloomy, and a terrifying storm surged in his eyes, "You have broken through to the realm of the devil?"

"Yes, it's thanks to you. Without your threat, I wouldn't be able to progress so fast!" The corners of the white and graceful mouth raised a sneer, the cold glow in the purple eyes flickered, and Nalanjing stepped forward. Then, the whole person turned into a ball of white light and rushed towards the ghost master.

The snow-white robes turned into red gold, and the whole person's time was as if made of pure gold, golden light filled the sky, full of light, sacred and solemn, and cruel!

The power of Yanhuang bloodline is the nemesis of all Shura, including the ghost master. At this moment, he did not dare to face it hard. He was clearly a strong man at the Demon Saint level, but was severely suppressed by a Demon King level person. This feeling Makes him very upset!

"Hmph! Do you really think your Yanhuang bloodline is invincible in the world?" The anger of the two races was surging in the eyes of the ghost master of the ghost, and he saw the palm of his hand, quickly took out the holy magic flower, and took it down without hesitation, his face His expression became more sullen and gloomy, "Hahaha, Nalanjing, you can bear it now!"

He pinched the tactics with both hands, luck, and endless demonic energy lingered around him, majestic and terrifying, the entire space was slightly distorted, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the dantian. The ghost master's face changed, and he felt that most of the devilish energy in his hand was instantly dispersed, and his face sank. What's the matter? What's wrong with his dantian?

There is a trace of fiery red pure Yang power out of thin air in his dantian!

The power of pure sun entwined on the magic pill in his dantian, devouring his magic energy bit by bit!

The burning pain came from the dantian, making his face pale and suffocating with pain.

"What's the matter? How could this be? Where did this **** pure Yang power come from!"

The ghost master of the nether world was furious, fierce anger surged in his eyes and roared.

"How is the taste of the holy magic flower?"

In the dim stone room, the girl's cold and disdainful ridicule suddenly sounded, like a Sanskrit sound from the nine heavens, faintly sounded in the air.

The ghost master turned his head incredibly, and saw a slender black figure coming from the dim passage. His white and beautiful face looked like a magical sculpture, and his eyebrows were picturesque, beautiful and cold and charming and enchanting.

"It's you? Mu Qianyue? Damn, what the **** did you do? Did Situ Mo ask you to do it? He even dared to betray me! Asshole!"

Mu Qianyue ignored him, but walked quickly towards the stone room. Her eyes were firmly locked on the white figure in front of her from beginning to end, and a layer of black and clear eyes suddenly surged. Water mist.

The eyes are full of longing, longing or longing...