time stop 499 years

The group of fighters sent in before me is actually 300 people. In addition to 299 hostile fighters from other forces under Wang Ying's control, there is also a warrior from the Wang family's Quasi-Creation Realm.

This martial artist is still alive, and this has become Wang Ying's only hope.

Perhaps, this Wang family warrior can bring back some news.

After all, although a warrior in the realm of quasi-good fortune has not yet completely defeated the realm of good fortune, his strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary ninth-level warriors. To be honest, a warrior in the realm of quasi-good fortune can easily , killing ten ninth-level fighters!

The Realm of Creation is not a joke, even if it is only marginal!

Time passed, and it was like this for another three days.

This afternoon, Wang Ying was in her main camp, looking at the list in her hand with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly, a martial artist ran in panting after reporting.

"Lord Saintess, Lord Wang Meng has come out!"

Hearing this, Wang Ying frowned, with a look of surprise in her eyes, then glanced at the list in her hand, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Bring it in!"

Following her words, ten minutes later, a warrior with ragged clothes and terrible wounds all over his body was carried in by several warriors.

This martial artist is Wang Meng, the only one among the [-] warriors who entered the ghost eye ruins for the seventh time, the only guy from the Wang family's quasi-good fortune realm.

This guy was originally a ninth-level martial artist, and he was from the same era as the acting Patriarch Wang Si.Later, with the rise of Wang Ying, she became the saint of the royal family. With Wang Ying's help, she merged with the power of a silver-white clock, and was able to break through the boundary of a ninth-level warrior and become an existence in the realm of quasi-creation.

It can be said that because of this reason, Wang Meng is loyal to Wang Ying. He applied to investigate such a dangerous ghost eye relic because he wanted to gain more favor from the saint.

It's just that this martial artist in the realm of quasi-creation is quite miserable. The strange wound on his body can be described as shocking. I really don't know what can cause such a strange wound.

And Wu Hao, who was sleeping in Wang Ying's stomach, also woke up at this moment.

Looking at Wang Meng's horrific wound, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"interesting!"

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At this moment, countless warriors from the Wang family, as well as the rulers of the various forces who have taken refuge in the Wang family, gathered in the room where Wang Ying was. They also looked surprised, and even looked at Wang Meng who was carried up with a little anxiety.

Wang Meng and the others know each other!

As the pillars of the royal family, the quasi-creational realm warriors, I believe that there is no ghost eye that is wrong with their names like thunder.

Wolf King Wang Man

Liwang Wangcang

Blood King Si

Stone King Wang Meng

and many more!

According to their own strength and characteristics, the Wang family's quasi-creational realm warriors are all named corresponding kings, and then spread throughout the Ghost Eye Province.

As for Wang Meng, as a quasi-creation realm warrior, when he was promoted, he was endowed with the strongest system and rock-solid skin by the silver clock.

The ordinary attacks of ordinary ninth-level fighters are like scratching an itch for him. Even if a ninth-level fighter recklessly bursts out blood and desperately strikes, it is difficult to cause fatal damage to him.

The defense and hardness of his skin make people look pale.

It is even said that even the weirdness in the wilderness can hardly harm him effectively.

When the Sangong was destroyed, he alone withstood the attacks of dozens of ninth-level warriors, but he killed those warriors safely, without even a scratch on his skin.

This is also the reason why he is called the Stone King, which means that his defense is like a rock, and no one can shake it.

But now what?

The body of this quasi-creative realm warrior is covered with criss-cross wounds, and on the exposed skin, there are still some foul-smelling black juices, and the nauseating smell is constantly spreading to the surroundings .

These wounds cannot be seen clearly because they are covered with thick juice.

But when a martial artist gently lifted up a broken sleeve of Wang Meng, everyone around couldn't help but exclaimed.

Even Wang Ying's eyes widened at this moment.

Under the sleeves, the arm that appeared in front of everyone's eyes did not have black thick juice, but looked like the skin of a mummy that had been sucked dry of all nutrients, wrinkled and bluish-gray.

What is even more shocking is that this mummy-like arm is covered with honeycomb-like spiral cavities, one next to the other, tightly packed together.

After these cavities were exposed to the air, strands of black, stenchy juice oozed out of them.

Disgusting!

"what!"

After the sleeves were pulled away, Wang Meng, who was already somewhat insane, wailed in pain again.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Wang Ying, it was like seeing hope.

"My lord, please help me!"

His voice was hoarse, dry and low, as if he hadn't spoken a word for decades.

Wang Ying's expression remained unchanged, and she closed the list in her hand.

He squinted his eyes slightly, leaned forward slightly, put one hand on his stomach, flicked the other hand, and a silvery white luster suddenly appeared, and instantly penetrated into Wang Meng's body.

The latter's entire body shook violently, and more and more black thick juice was excreted from various parts of the body.

However, after the excretion of these black thick juices, Wang Meng's expression became more and more relaxed, and he seemed to have recovered his mind later.

You can have a simple conversation.

"What did you encounter?"

"Wang Meng, quickly come to the Holy Maiden one by one!"

Wang Si was more impatient. Seeing that Wang Meng had just woken up, he hurriedly asked.

The other warriors also suppressed the surprise in their hearts one by one, and looked at Wang Meng curiously.

"we us"

"I don't know what happened!"

"Anyway, they're all dead, they're all dead!"

"There is hell, there is hell, you can't go in, you must not go in!"

"It will release the great terror and the catastrophe!"

Wang Meng showed a bewildered look, then as if frightened, he hugged his head in pain and howled.

"What hell, everything is dead, you can tell me clearly!"

"Could it be that all the warriors who entered it really died?"

"What happened to this?"

Some people were secretly shocked when they heard this.

"Damn it, this guy won't be scared stupid!"

"It should be impossible. Wang Meng is not a person who is afraid of death. He is not afraid of death. What else can make a warrior in the realm of quasi-creation crazy?"

"Then what's going on?"

"I don't know, let's see the decision of the Holy Maiden!"

Other warriors dared not discuss it, but Wang Si and the others were not afraid, they all speculated and said.

They looked at Wang Ying. The latter's mood didn't change at all, and he didn't seem to care about Wang Meng's nonsense just now?

Completely noncommittal.

"Hell? All dead?"

"Then why are you still alive!"

Wang Ying straightened her body, and the light of the silver-white clock instantly filled the audience!

Wang Meng opened his mouth, a little flustered. He wanted to say something, to explain, to call the saint, but found that the name that seemed to be on his lips could not be called out.

The silvery brilliance made him feel fear, fear!

"Damn it, Wang Meng! The Holy Maiden asked you something, answer quickly, you don't want to live anymore?"

Wang Si still didn't understand Wang Meng's state, so he winked at him vigorously, fearing that if he survived, he would be blamed by the saint.

After all, during this period of time, everyone knew that Wang Ying, who was a saint, was no longer the little girl of the Wang family. The closer she was to God, the more she was infected by divinity, and her personality became closer to God.

And what about God?

Absolutely aloof, a great existence without the slightest emotion!

You won't be lenient just because you're also a member of the Wang family!

God is merciless!

Even Wang Ying, who is just a saint, is the same!

The others turned their heads to look at Wang Meng, but found that he was still in a daze, his face was pale, and he didn't know what happened.

No words!

"What are you doing?"

Wang Si quietly glanced at the saint above him, then looked at Wang Meng who was three or four meters away, gritted his teeth, risked being punished by the saint, and walked to Wang Meng's side in three steps.

However, Wang Meng didn't say a word, and still stared at Wang Ying blankly, no, it was behind her, that is, the phantom of the huge silver clock that just appeared.

The whole body was trembling involuntarily.

It seems to have seen some great horror.

It made Wang Si uncontrollably nervous.

"Damn it, talk!"

Wang Si patted Wang Meng on the shoulder.

next moment

Something scary happened.

Following Wang Si's slap, Wang Meng's body melted from head to toe like a candle.

And his eyes finally fell on Wang Si who was walking in front of him.

I saw that this quasi-good fortune warrior known as the Stone King opened his mouth first, but still spoke with no sound.

Then the eyes protruded, and blood flowed out from the seven orifices. The blood that flowed out was bright red at first, and then turned into a thick black juice.

Disgusting!

Gradually, Wang Meng's eyes turned from pain to despair, and finally to endless viciousness.

He looked at Wang Si viciously, as if he had killed himself.

"I will return!"

Wang Meng finally showed a weird and weird smile.

next second~

Crashing, within a few seconds, his body melted and collapsed into a mass of residue.

Eventually disappeared.

All that was left was black thick juice.

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The foul smell spread out in the house.

Everyone looked at everything in front of them in astonishment. It was unimaginable that a warrior in the realm of quasi-creation would simply turn into a puddle of dirty liquid.

Under the horror, everyone's breathing slowed down a bit, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Wang Si also withdrew the hand that patted Wang Meng's shoulder in astonishment, and after a moment of stunned, he looked at the saint Wang Ying who was above the main seat without tears.