Wang Lang smiled and collected two longan-sized elixirs.

Huang Feishi stretched out his neck and looked at it, "Dragon Prince, this is not a real fortune pill, don't be deceived."

Wang Lang grinned, "No lie. This is the pill refined by his master. Although it is not as awesome as the real Creation Pill, it is still quite good. I haven't found the real Creation Pill this time, so I will use this fake one to push it first."

Huang Fei Rat didn't say anything anymore.

Ghost Hand sneered, "The real method is not something you ordinary people can imagine. Let me tell you the truth. If you don't enter, you will refine the Creation Pill. Only the real person who appears in the legend can still refine it."

"Vigu Dan?" Wang Lang's breathing stopped for a moment, his pupils shrank a lot, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his face was full of shock.

The ghost hand looked proud.

"What is it?" Wang Lang asked immediately.

Ghost Hand's face turned dark, looking at the bitch not far away. If this bitch hadn't been able to force out the Qi for no reason, he would have taken the bitch to this place.

He was not ready to talk nonsense to Wang Lang. He pointed at the golden ball condensed by the golden snail king over there, "Do it quickly, don't talk nonsense."

Wang Lang carried the knife towards the golden ball, grabbed the knife with both hands, and slashed at the golden ball with one knife.

Who knew that the originally extremely hard golden ball suddenly became extremely soft the contact surface of Wang Lang's sword just as soon as Wang Lang's sword went down, and he steadily used Wang Lang's sword.

Wang Lang quickly snapped his fingers and threw a ball of flames over, then pulled out the knife, otherwise the thing would have been wrapped around the dragon sword.

The ghost hand frowned, "You use Qi!"

Wang Lang seemed to remember something, grabbed the knife with both hands, found the feeling he had just felt, lifted the knife and took it down, and slashed it down.

It was ordinary, the snail king on the golden ball turned into a soft beard and entangled Wang Lang's dragon sword. Wang Lang hurriedly threw out a ball of flame and pulled out the knife.

The ghost hand felt stomachache and immediately shouted angrily, "Where is your Qi?"

Wang Lang was also confused. He was fine just now, but now he had no Qi inexplicably. Hearing the angrily scolded by the ghost hand, Wang Lang turned his head with confidence.

"You ask me, who will I ask!"

The ghostly desperation was so angry that the seven orifices were smoked. I felt that Wang Lang had just deceived two fortune pills, and immediately rushed towards Wang Lang like an eagle.

Wang Lang slashed him without saying a word.

Unfortunately, when Wang Lang slashed over, he forced Qi out again.

The ghost hand was stumbled back with a knife.

Wang Lang looked confused.

The ghost hand's lungs were almost irritated, and at that time I felt like I was being played with by this bitch.

Wang Lang tentatively slashed at the ghost hand again, and the ghost hand raised his hand to press the knife. Unexpectedly, this time, Wang Lang forced the Qi out again.

The two of them were about to part with each other. Wang Lang looked down at the ferocious dragon sword in his hand, and looked up at the ghost hand.

He turned around and slashed at the golden ball again, but he didn't expect that he would lose Qi again this time.

Wang Lang grinned and said, "Senior Ghost Hand, you have a special physique."

The ghost hand seemed to have understood something, and immediately his face was extremely long. It was really a qi that was so smoked. The ghost knew how this bitch was like this. It should be that there was no Qi. When the ghost hand was split, the Qi was played with each sword and the Qi was gone.

It feels like playing a critical hit hero. In the eyes of Ghost Hand, Wang Lang is the kind of person who does not have a critical hit when hitting people, and when killing wild monsters, he will hit thousands or thousands of critical hits.

The ghost hand was also very confused. I don’t know if it was his own reason, so Wang Lang had Qi every time he cut him.

Huang Feishi was watching the battle nervously. After watching for a long time, he suddenly realized that Wang Lang seemed not afraid of ghost hands, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But Huang Feishi was still thinking about the dragon-changing fetus. "The Dragon King, and this friend, now is not the time for us to fight in the internal battle. If any of the two dragon-changing kings devoured the dragon-changing fetus, they would easily devour the other dragon-changing king. At that time, the king of the dragon-changing king should be the real dragon-changing king, and it is not something we can solve. If I see, we should find a way to kill one of the dragon-changing kings first and take back the dragon-changing fetus. Set fire here, and let the remaining king of the dragon-changing kings lead us to find the exit and get out."

What it says makes sense.

Ghost Hand looked at Huang Fei Mouse coldly, "How do you open the ball that the snail king turned into?"

Huang Feimao rubbed his hands and secretly looked at Wang Lang next to him, "Dragon Prince, you actually thought of a solution long ago, have you?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and said nothing.

The ghost hand frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"What are you talking about?" Ghost Hand said angrily.

Wang Lang looked at the snail king on the ground, "This method is dangerous, it is not feasible, it is not feasible."

Ghost Hand hates that.

"What can I say quickly!" Ghost Hand said angrily.

"Look, Senior Ghost Hand, I will have Qi every time I hit you, but there is no Qi when I hit this thing. So, my method is to hold this thing and I will cut it. Of course, this method is not forced, not forced."

Ghost Hand looked at the bitch's face, and the face seemed to be full of writing. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

"Are you sure this method is feasible?" Ghost Hand asked in a deep voice.

"You can't hear this from my tone? Of course I'm not sure."

The ghost hand almost ran away.

Huang Feishi was like a supporting actor and spoke next to him, "This ball has shrunk a circle. It is estimated that the dragon-transforming fetus inside has been swallowed by at least one tenth. If it continues at this speed, the swallowing will end, not long after it will be."

Ghost Hand looked at Wang Lang coldly, "You'd better not lie to me, otherwise I'll kill you even if I kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them."

Wang Lang shook his head quickly when he heard this, "Don't force it, don't force it."

Ghost Hand hates that.

A piece of clothing was pulled off from the clay sculpture man next to him and wrapped his hands. He stepped forward and hugged the golden ball condensed by the snail king.

Wang Lang pretended to pour some wine on the Dragon Sword. He lit it with a candle, and the Dragon Sword was covered with flames.

Wang Lang grabbed the knife with both hands and aimed at the golden ball in the ghost hand.

Lift the knife and drop the knife.

Wang Lang suddenly let out a whisper and quickly put away the knife. The ferocious dragon sword in his hand almost split the ghost hand's head.

"Sorry, sorry, my eyes are not working." Wang Lang looked apologized.

The anger in Ghost Hand's eyes was about to spurt out.

Wang Lang grabbed the knife with both hands, closed one eye and opened the other, aiming at the ball in the ghost hand.

Lift the knife and drop the knife.

The long sword wiped the ghost's ears and passed by. The curly hair growing wildly in the temples of the ghost's hands was directly ignited by the flames on the dragon's sword.

"Oh, oh! Sorry! I've cut it off! I just can't aim with one eye." Wang Lang apologized.

The ghost hand finally exploded and threw the golden ball, "I'll kill you!"
Chapter completed!