System: Auto Pickup Is On

Several transporting deacons immediately took out their weapons.

Daring to intercept the Wuta deacon in broad daylight is really extremely courageous.

A few deacons stared forward, wanting to see what kind of person has such fat guts, if the other party dares to make any changes again, they really don't mind killing him on the spot, taking out the other party's guts and taking them back collect.

"Wutat and other deacons are here, you leave the dead bodies, retreat quickly!"

The visitor's body was wrapped in a black robe, and he slowly raised a deacon token.

The huge word "Special Class" on it is really shocking. Immediately, several deacon put away their weapons and prepared to leave. But the third-class deacon in the lead frowned slightly, raised his hand and said: "Wait a minute. Master deacon of the first class, can you show me the token?"

"Are you suspicious of me?"

The man in black said indifferently. The voice became a little sullen.

This third-class deacon is not afraid, so what about super deacon, he has seen a lot in Wuta. I have never seen any super deacon hide his head and show his tail like this, not even Sheng Zhi.

Therefore, this third-class deacon instinctively felt that there was something different, so he had to look at the token.

"Master Super Deacon, this is the rule. Please forgive me!"

The man in black was silent for a moment, then threw the token over with his hands.

Immediately, the third-class deacon took the token and carefully looked at it in his hand. As a deacon who has been in Wuta for many years. He is very familiar with Wuta Token. There is no mistake in the texture of the hand and the text. It is indeed a real deacon order.

But after turning it over, the word He Dong on the back made him instantly alert.

Ho Tung deacon? Hasn't he already been declared Devil Cultivator? not good……

This third-class deacon was about to have an attack, when he suddenly felt that his own body did not belong to him. He stared blankly at Own's body which started to move on its own, opened his mouth and made a cold sound.

"Confirm that it is correct, put down the corpse, and hand it over to Super Deacon-sama!"

The voice didn't sound like his own, and he knew immediately that he was being mentally manipulated. But no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and he couldn't even move his fingers a little.

The deacons behind heard this and immediately put down Wu Qian's body, turned and left. He himself walked to the man in black with mechanical steps.

Then he heard the cold words of the man in black.

"Why do you want so many things? You lost your own life for nothing."

As he said that, the man in black took back the token and pointed to the coffin containing Wu Gan: "Take it, follow me!"

"Yes!"

Own's body should be calm, then he picked up the coffin and followed the footsteps of the man in black, and then boarded a pitch-black flying boat.

A few hours later, the two arrived outside the capital city, and then the flying boat fell directly to the bottom of the cliff outside the capital city, and then slowly settled down before it crashed.

The man in black got off the flying boat, and took off his own black robe, revealing a thin figure and a pale face. It was the Devil Cultivator who had changed his body.

Behind him, the third-class deacon slowly lowered the coffin. Then the iron coffin lid was lifted on the spot, revealing Wu Qian's body.

The corpse king stepped forward, took a closer look, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's exactly as I expected!"

The corpse king was very satisfied, and even applauded lightly. Turning his head to look at the third-class deacon, the corpse king snapped his fingers and said calmly: "You can go to die!"

After saying that, the whole body of the third-class deacon shook violently, as if he had been violently attacked. Then the seven orifices bleed, and the whole person quickly softens to the ground, and at the next moment, it completely loses its vitality.

Killing people is as simple as killing a chicken, and the corpse king didn't even bother to look at him again.

His gaze was on Wu Qian's body, and the corpse king kept muttering: "Sure enough, the original power of the small original world sealed his last bit of soul, and his body was transformed by the original power, and it was strengthened a lot. It's a pity The power of this small primordial world is still too weak. If it is the real primordial realm, he should become a real Flying Zombie Kuiba."

The Corpse King patted Wu Qian's chest and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter, I will help you with the rest."

The corpse king thrust his fingers into Wu Qian's heart and fingernails, and something dark and scarlet penetrated into Wu Qian's body. Then the corpse king gently waved: "Get up!"

After the words fell, Wu Qian's body actually sat up suddenly.

The skin on his body quickly turned into pitch black, and his eyes turned into scarlet. The corpse king looked at it and said, "From today onwards, you respect me as king. You will be immortal, wandering between life and death. You will turn into my shadow and serve by my side. Darkness is your strength, and killing is your power." Your instinct, I bestow upon you the name of your life, Wu Gan!"

Wu Qian crawled out of the coffin slowly, and it was obvious that his body was still a little stiff.

But his body exudes a terrible Killing intent, which is a filthy aura condensed by hatred, which has the power to corrupt everything.

The hatred in life turned into anger in death.

The Corpse King looked at the Killing intent on Wu Qian with satisfaction, this is what he wanted. It is not worth his risk to enter the capital again if it is an ordinary corpse.

"So strong!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of admiration from the side.

The corpse king turned around immediately, and smashed the boulder with a wave of black air. After a bang, a young figure came into view.

It seems to be a Practitioner in his twenties, but he is different from other Practitioners, with a somewhat crazy aura about him.

"monster cultivator?"

The corpse king frowned. If it is an ordinary Practitioner, he will kill it now. But the monster cultivator can also be regarded as the counterpart of the Devil Cultivator. Now Devil Cultivator is weak, killing one is really one less.

"I'm not a monster cultivator, though, I look like it, but I'm not."

The young Practitioner also wanted to quibble. The corpse king snorted coldly and said: "I said you are, you are. You saw something you shouldn't see, goug your own eyes, get out."

Hearing the words, the young Practitioner suddenly took a few steps forward and said, "I won't leave. I finally met a figure at the level of a demon god who has the ability to bring the dead back to life. How could I just leave like this."

boom!

The young Practitioner suddenly knelt down in front of the corpse king, and then began to kneel down three times and knock down nine times.

"I hope Lord Demon God accepts me as a disciple!"

The young Practitioner knocked out blood from his forehead, and there was a piece of gravel powder under his body.

The corpse king looked at him, but suddenly laughed, and said: "Interesting. You want to worship me as a teacher? You know, Devil Cultivator's apprentices are all Human Cauldron?"

The young Practitioner gritted his teeth and said, "For strength, what about Human Cauldron? In this world, the weak don't deserve a good death."

"That's right. There are too many fake people, fake products, fake things, and fake justice in the world. Only strength is real. What's your name? Weak."

The young Practitioner replied word by word: "Boy, Xu Yiheng!"