"Wan Xingtian, you should sacrifice yourself to me obediently."

The Ghost King grinned.

Wan Xingtian's heart tightened.

The strength of this ghost ghost is much more tyrannical than he imagined, and he is not the opponent of this ghost ghost at all.

But he wasn't willing to stand still.

"If you want me to sacrifice, just wait and go to hell."

Wan Xingtian gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the power of blood to its peak state, and injected the power of blood into his hands.

His hands burned with blood-red light, and he split the ghosts with one palm.

This is his trump card.

02 He is gambling, he has no way out.

When the Ghost King saw this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out a finger and pointed at Wan Xingtian, a powerful coercion enveloped Wan Xingtian.

Wan Xingtian felt threatened, his face changed greatly, and he quickly retreated.

But as soon as his body moved, several ghosts sprang out from the soles of his feet, entangling his body, making him unable to move an inch.

Wan Xingtian's body shook violently, making a series of shrill screams.

His face became whiter and whiter, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his complexion became extremely distorted.

"King Ghost Soul, I have no grievances or enmity with you, I advise you not to offend me, if you kill me, you will never have good fruit to eat.

Wan Xingtian roared.

Although he tried his best to resist, it was still to no avail.

"Hahaha!"

The ghost king laughed arrogantly.

"I won't kill you, I will only seal you into my ghost king coffin and make it into a blood god pill!

While speaking, the ghost king stretched out a hand and grabbed Wan Xingtian's head.

"Bastard, let me go!"

Wanxingtian roared loudly.

The Ghost King's face was calm, he retracted his fingers, and said lightly:

"My methods are not what you can imagine.

"I can destroy your magical powers in an instant, so that you will never be able to use any magical powers!"

"Even making you trash, you say, isn't that fun?

He is the devil who cultivates sorcery. He has practiced sorcery since he was a child, and Wan Xingtian is still a little unsightly in front of him.

"take away!"

The Ghost King instructed that all the ghosts immediately grabbed Wan Xingtian and put Wan Xingtian into the ghost king's coffin.

Wan Xingtian was caught in the ghost king coffin, and his spirit was immediately suppressed by the ghost king coffin.

The ghost king's palm was in the air, and the ghost king's coffin flew back to his palm and disappeared.

The inside of the coffin was dark and deep, full of blood.

Wan Xingtian was trapped in that coffin, he struggled desperately but to no avail.

In this case, his only option is death.

The Ghost King was preparing to refine Wanxingtian, and he kept pouring evil power into the coffin.

Wan Xingtian felt severe pain all over his body, and he felt that the force was tearing him apart.

Is he really going to die here?

At this time, he looked up, and there were actually a string of words on the coffin wall.

Wan Xingtian looked carefully and found that these 867 characters were ancient and esoteric runes.

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't hesitate. He carefully checked the string of words.

It was found that the text he saw seemed to be a method of cultivation.

He can't see through it, but he can feel the endless mystery and power from it.

He observed carefully, and soon fell into ecstasy.

This turned out to be a practice handed down from ancient times.

It can turn its own essence and blood into the gods and veins of heaven and earth, absorbing the surrounding energy.

This kind of exercise is very suitable for Wanxingtian's cultivation, if he cultivates this exercise.

He will have a steady supply of energy, and the speed of cultivation will be extremely fast.

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