It's just that the divine thoughts and mana consumed by the control of this Soul Gathering Bowl are also terrifying, and since it was sacrificed into the air, the spiritual wine in his mouth has not been broken, otherwise the spiritual energy that supports the casting of the Soul Gathering Bowl will not be enough. Wang Jing didn't dare to convert all the demonic energy in the golden sea into aura to use, it was a life-saving killer weapon, and it was not yet time to show it.

In addition to requiring a lot of mana, the control of the Soul Gathering Bowl is the key to its control, this incense time, Wang Jing's Divine Thoughts are reduced from the peak of the early stage of Jindan to the early stage of Jindan, once it falls to the foundation building period, this Soul Gathering Bowl can not be used. Looking at the gradually fading mist around him, Wang Jing became anxious in his heart, he didn't believe that this dense Yin Soul Ghost Qi could not nourish high-level ghost things. But this Yin Soul Qi has been absorbed so much by himself, and his mana and divine thoughts are also a big drain, so when will he not wait for a little later? As long as the sky is bright and the sun comes out, these ghosts will disperse automatically, and their lives will become safe, but it is a pity that they will not be able to enter the Soul Stream to find the Yin Soul Grass to refine the Soul Nourishing Pill.

"I didn't expect that the little monk in the early stage of the foundation building of the human race would have such an ancient treasure, it was simply tailor-made for this king, the kid gave the ancient treasure in your hand to this king, how about this king let you go?" Just when Wang Jing was secretly frightened, a metallic harsh voice suddenly came,

Wang Jing fixed his eyes and saw that thirty zhang away, a five-zhang tall monster with two horns and eyes like copper bells, with a bloody mouth, was holding a bloodstained and mutilated giant sword, walking steadily towards Wang Jing, his body was covered with broken feather armor, which looked like iron pieces and bird's feathers, exuding the powerful pressure of the Jindan period.

"The ghost king in the middle stage of Jindan!" Wang Jing's heart sank, and he quickly paused the soul gathering bowl to absorb the yin soul qi, and took out the seven or eight fireball talisman seals in the original storage bag.

If it is an ordinary monk in the late stage of foundation building, I am afraid that he has been directly pressed down by the coercion of ghosts at this time, Wang Jing's divine thoughts have been strengthened to the peak of the early stage of Jindan, although he has just controlled the soul gathering bowl and consumed part of it, and it has been reduced to the early stage of Jindan, and now he is only a little trembling, so he will naturally not be caught with his hands tied.

"Quack, it's been a long time since I've done anything with a human monk, is it fifty years or a hundred years? I think it was also good luck back then, devouring the essence blood and soul of a seriously injured Jindan late-stage monk, and I was able to advance to the early stage of the Ghost King. Now that I have been cultivating here for more than 100 years, I have just broken through to the middle stage of the Ghost King, and there are monks who come to deliver food. Although your cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building, the Divine Soul is very strong and the physique is also very strong, so the taste of the essence blood and the Divine Soul must be good. The Ghost King held his greatsword across his chest and laughed with a rattling sound of metal scraping.

"Then I will do the right thing for heaven and accept you, the ghost king who is doing evil. Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, demons and monsters quickly serve their sentences, accept it!"

Wang Jing typed several spells into the Soul Gathering Bowl, and spat out a word, and a dazzling blue and white glow shrouded the huge ghost king. The blue and white light shone on the ghost king's body, and countless green smoke came out, and the ghost king's body moved, and he quickly calmed down, with a mocking look on his face.

"Gaga, look at your soul-gathering bowl is bleak, it is estimated that it has just been cultivated, and its power is less than one percent of its heyday, and it can only clean up the ghost soldiers and ghost pawns below the level of ghost generals. I took the risk just now, and sure enough, those blue sky and white sunlight are like dusting and washing dirt for this king, if the damage is a hundred times greater, this king will really have to escape as far as he wants. Quack, now this soul bowl is about to belong to the king, and I am looking forward to its power in the hands of the king. ”

The ghost king flickered, and his seemingly clumsy huge body reached ten zhang in front of Wang Jing, and he raised the bloodstained giant sword with both hands and slashed at Wang Jing's head.

Wang Jing was shocked, his body flashed to the right, moved three feet away, and his left hand activated an eight-rank fireball talisman and hit the location of the ghost king.

The fireball talisman instantly turned into a giant fireball the size of a water tank, and slammed into the Ghost King's chest, and the Ghost King's sword splitting with both hands had not yet been withdrawn, and his body had no time to dodge, and was blown back five or six steps by the fireball. The flesh and skin on the ghost king's body exploded into a fist-sized blood hole, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been attacked.

The seventh- and eighth-grade runic seals that I relied on in the past did very little damage to deal with this kind of ghost king, and the blue and white light emitted by the soul gathering bowl could not cause much damage, not to mention the medium-grade flying sword. In order to save his and Zhen Meier's lives, he had to take all the means to press the bottom of the box for the sake of today's plan.

I saw Wang Jing flip his palm, and dozens of purple jade wasps flew towards the ghost king overwhelmingly, and they exploded beside the ghost king without fear of death. With a look of disdain on his face, the Ghost King swung the giant sword in his hand, forming a black light curtain that blocked all the self-detonation attacks of the Purple Jade Wasp.

Seeing these hard-won purple jade wasps making such senseless sacrifices, his heart ached incomparably, and he hurriedly collected the remaining several purple jade wasps that had time to explode in the future into the Heavenly Demon Ring, leaving a layer of purple jade wasps on the ground, and the aura at the scene was extremely disordered.

"It's ridiculous, you actually released a swarm of flies to save your life, let's let this king end your life as soon as possible, so as not to delay the time, lose the essence and blood, damage the soul, and the taste will not be so delicious. ”

The ghost king took a big step forward, crossed the distance of five zhang, and slashed a sword at Wang Jing, under the lock of the sword light, Wang Jing couldn't move a bit, and in a great hurry, Shen Nian manipulated the soul gathering bowl into the size of a house, and shrouded it in it. The giant sword slashed at the Soul Gathering Bowl, emitting a roaring sound, and some of the power recovered from the Yin Soul Qi that had just been collected was all stimulated, which was able to block the sword's blow.

The ghost king was unforgiving, and under one blow, and then several blows, the yin soul just collected by the soul gathering bowl was quickly consumed, and it became dim and dull, and the cracks on it were dense, and under the repeated attacks of the ghost king, the cracks gradually expanded. If it weren't for the ghost king who wanted to get this ancient magic weapon and cast a mouse taboo, I am afraid that this magic weapon would have been shattered into slag long ago.

"Boy, quickly break the ban on the Soul Gathering Bowl, and I will let you live, otherwise I will drain your soul and refine your soul, and you will never be able to live beyond your life. Seeing more and more cracks appearing in the Soul Gathering Bowl, the Ghost King's heart was extremely painful, and the speed of the attack had already slowed down, knocking on the side twice every three or five breaths, not daring to use all his strength, while using words to bewitch outside.