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In the next period of time, Zhen Yinjian comforted Sanshu on the one hand, and spent a lot of time on the other hand, thinking about the content of this volume of "Divine System of Hundred Hairs". In this way, time flies quite quickly.

West Demon Palace, an unknown valley.

In the mysterious valley, the sky is gray, and the dead and silent green peaks are continuous and I don't know how far away, and from a distance, there is even more demonic energy lingering. The floor of the valley was full of demonic fire, and from time to time there were claws of defeat poking out of the scarlet dirt in the flames, which looked even more terrifying.

In an inconspicuous cave deep in the valley, a bright light was lit, and someone coughed and got up.

"Where is this?" said Wang, looking around as he touched his still painful wound.

It was pitch black all around, except for an oil lamp and a thin mat underneath him, and nothing else.

"Where am I?" Wang dangdang touched his slightly aching head, trying to remember the past. Then except for being swept away by a ray of light after losing the battle with Zhen Yinjian, he couldn't remember anything.

"You're finally awake...... an old voice rang in Wang Dangdang's ears, startling his scalp. He turned around and resisted with his fist, but found that the power in his body was empty, and his life's cultivation was exhausted.

"You...... Who are you?" Although frightened in his heart, Wang dared to be the only one who did not completely lose his bearings.

The man didn't speak, but walked in slowly, and the candlelight illuminated his face with a disgusting face.

This is a bald old man with a pustuated face and a body that is only five feet tall. He was dressed in unknown fur and smelled of foul odor all over his body, which was intimidating. He held a bowl of things in his right hand, and walked into Wang Dangdang with a smile.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need the old man to save you. The old man did not answer, but walked up to Wang Dangdang by himself, and a pair of gray eyes rolled from time to time.

"The junior Wang Dare should thank the seniors for saving their lives!" Feeling the strong demonic aura on the old man's body, Wang Dangdang immediately estimated that this person's cultivation must be above his peak, and at least he would be a strong man in the God King Realm.

In this way, this powerhouse of the God King Realm rescued him from Zhen Yinjian's hands. What is the purpose of the other party, and is it not good for oneself?

These questions lay in Wang Dangdang's heart, and he felt that he could not sleep well.

"Thank you, the old man didn't save you to thank you. How are you going to repay me for saving you and consuming a lot of my treasure?" the old man opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, which made people feel more and more disgusted when they looked at it.

But the king dared not take the slightest offense, but respectfully bowed to the old man and said:

"My predecessors saved my life, it is really a mountain, if there is something that my king dares to do, it will be achieved for my predecessors. It's just ......" Wang dared to roll his eyes, revealing a look of embarrassment.

"That's a beautiful word, but what?" the old man asked with a smile as he put down the clay bowl in his hand.

"It's just that the younger generation's cultivation has been lost, and now they are no different from mortals, so it is difficult to help a peerless powerhouse like the seniors. Wang dared to look embarrassed in his face.

"Quissling! Your cultivation has long been broken by that kid from Donghua Yu, and now you can survive thanks to the old man's merits. If it hadn't been for the old man saving you, your kid would have died a few days ago. The old man snorted coldly, his eyes slightly cold.

"The juniors don't dare. Wang Dangdang only felt that the other party's gaze made his body cold, and sweat was on his back.

Man had to bow his head under the eaves, and now he was a mortal without any realm, if he offended this strange old man, he was afraid that he would be buried in death.

The top priority is to find a way to get some benefits from the other party, and it is the best policy to restore some realm cultivation.

He didn't know what the stinking old man had saved him for, but he also knew that the other party would not let him go easily. In other words, even if he was allowed to leave now, he would not want to return to the sect.

Now he is also a mortal, and when he returns to the Demon Lord's Holy Land, he is also a dog with a broken backbone, where is there a place to stand.

The demon monk eats the weak, and it seems that he, a demon lord who has no strength, is afraid that once he returns to the sect, someone will want his life.

In this way, it seems that this place is safer now, and maybe you can get some benefits from this strange old man, and it is unknown whether you can recover some strength.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense, drink this bowl of soup and medicine. The old man looked impatient and handed the clay bowl to Wang Dangdang.

The black liquid in the mud bowl emitted a foul smell, and there were still transparent insects as thin as mosquitoes and flies wriggling in it, and the scene in front of him really made Wang Dangdang feel suffocated.

"Senior, I am a little unwell, I am afraid that it will be difficult to enjoy the kindness of my seniors. Wang Dangdang's face was pale at this time, and he complained bitterly in his heart.

He didn't want to drink the things in this bowl, but the other party was powerful, and he could only euphemistically say it, hoping that the other party would not be angry.

Unfortunately, a lot of times, it's hard to get things the way you expected.

The bald old man suddenly made a move, grabbed Wang Dangdang's neck with his left hand and forced him to open his mouth, and poured all the contents of the clay bowl into the other party's mouth with his right hand.

At this moment, Wang Dang was really frightened to the extreme, and even his eyes almost popped out.

Not only did the black fluid stink stink, but the transparent insects that slipped down the edge of the bowl made him even more frightened!

"Vomit ......" Wang dared to hold his throat helplessly and make a gesture to vomit, but was stopped by the murderous eyes of the bald old man.

"If you dare to spoil the old man's hard-earned Black Death Worm Soup, I'll kill you!"

The king dared to be silent, where did he dare to make the slightest move. I had to swallow these disgusting things with nausea, and I didn't dare to make any changes.

"Well, that's right. Seeing that Wang Dangdang swallowed the so-called "Black Dead Worm Soup", the bald old man showed a satisfied look, threw down the mud bowl, put down Wang Dangdang, and sat down with a smile.

"Hmm......" Wang dared to instinctively want to vomit, don't hold his mouth with both hands, lest he anger the old man of the God King Realm and incur death.

The strong desire to survive suppressed his hatred for the bald old man, and after more than ten breaths, Wang Dangdang gradually calmed down, but his eyes were a little colder when he looked at the old man.

"Yes, yes, that's a good boy. Don't hate me, old man, there are few people in the world who are worth enjoying. If it weren't for the fact that my time was approaching, how could I have allowed you to get such benefits? The old man sat cross-legged and laughed a few times, looking smugly.

"After taking this bowl of Black Death Worm Soup, you can recover from the spirit cave that was destroyed by that kid in Donghua Yu. No matter how you say it, you kid has taken a big advantage, don't look ignorant of current affairs. The old man still smiled.