Lin San's face kept twitching. This White-horned King was indeed extraordinary. He actually said that he was a zag.
The expressions of the old woman and Ma Feng were very calm, because they knew the temperament of the White-horned King very well and knew that the White-horned King's words were very outrageous.
Seeing Lin San didn't speak, the White-horned King thought Lin San didn't believe it: "I am really a za species. If you don't believe it, you can ask Ma Feng... Ma Feng, tell this human friend whether I am a za species." ,,”
Ma Feng smiled bitterly and said: "His Royal Highness White Horn King...you..."
"Don't call me your highness. I am a prisoner now, not your highness. Please tell your human friends whether I am a zag," the White-horned King urged.
Ma Feng turned to look at Lin San, his Adam's apple twitching: "The mother of the White-horned King is indeed a dog demon..."
"Look, I'm not lying to you," White-Horned King smiled at Lin San: "I'm really a za species, uh... human friend, you came here to see me, right?"
"Nonsense, if I didn't come to find you, what would I do here?" Lin San pouted.
"Haha... Human friend, I guess you have something to ask me for. Don't worry, I like helping the most. If you let me out immediately, I will follow you immediately. I will do whatever you ask me to do." King Baijiao said swornly.
Lin San nodded: "King White Horn, Ma Feng told me just now that you are very eloquent and can confuse people. At first, I thought Ma Feng was exaggerating, but now I know that Ma Feng was right. It’s no exaggeration, you are really good at deceiving people,”
"Human friend, don't listen to Ma Feng's nonsense. I have offended him before, and he is deliberately belittling me..." The White-horned King said hurriedly: "Human friend, time is running out, please let me out quickly, so that we can be better Leave here and wait for Hou Haitong to come back later, we won’t be able to leave..."
Ma Feng said hurriedly: "We can't let the White-horned King out. He has great powers. Once he escapes from trouble, we will all suffer..."
"Ma Feng, you bastard, stop making trouble here," King Baijiao cursed Ma Feng loudly, and then said to Lin San: "Human friend, don't listen to Ma Feng's nonsense, how could I harm you? …I most enjoy making friends with human beings in my life…”
Lin San stretched out his hand to interrupt King Baijiao, and said expressionlessly: "You don't have to flatter me here, I will definitely take you away from Tielao Mountain."
The White-Horned King's eyes lit up: "I know that all humans are friends to make. Human friends, please open this iron cage quickly and let me out..."
Lin San strode over and looked at the iron cage up and down: "The refining materials of this iron cage should be unusual,"
"This iron cage is made of thousands of years of cold iron. It is difficult for ordinary treasures to damage it at all," Ma Feng said from the side.
"Shit Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron, human friend, as long as you help me remove the dagger from my abdomen, I can break open the iron cage and come out on my own," the White-horned King said, straightening up and exposing his hidden abdomen. .
Lin San looked down and found that there was a dark dagger stuck in the White Horned King's abdomen: "What is this?"
Ma Feng replied: "This is the forbidden spirit dagger, which is used to imprison the magic power of White Horn King Dantian."
Lin San narrowed his eyes: "King White Horn, you can move your hands, why don't you pull out the dagger yourself?"
The White-Horned King smiled bitterly: "Do you think I don't want to pull out the dagger? It's actually because the handle of the dagger is smeared with poison. As long as I touch it with my hand, it will be poisoned and fester to death."
Lin San's face darkened: "You are afraid of dying from poisoning, aren't I afraid?"
"No, no, no," the White-Horned King waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't get me wrong, listen to my explanation. The poison on the handle of the dagger is only effective on monsters, and has no effect on you humans."
Lin San was stunned: "Everything you said is true."
"Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, you can ask Ma Feng," the White-horned King nodded repeatedly.
Before Lin San could ask, Ma Feng had already said: "The White-horned King is right. The handle of the dagger is coated with the demon-subduing water. It only has an effect on monsters and has almost no effect on humans. However, this demon-subduing water can It corrodes mana and magic weapons. If you want to pull out the dagger, you can only rely on your hands. However, before you pull out the dagger, you must confine your mana in advance. There should not be a trace of mana on your hands, let alone a trace of evil spirit."
"I never thought there was such a poison in the world," Lin San secretly marveled.
"Human friend, what are you waiting for? Quickly help me pull out the dagger. As long as you help me pull out the dagger, I will have a way to get out of the iron cage. When the time comes, I will leave with you. You let me do it. Whatever you want, I will do it," the White-horned King urged. After being trapped for two thousand years, he finally saw the hope of getting out of trouble. Even though the White-horned King was deeply scheming, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"You can't pull out the dagger. Once the dagger is pulled out, King White Horn's magic power will be restored, and we will all be in bad luck by then," Ma Feng said urgently.
"Ma Feng, you bitch, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you," the White-horned King gritted his teeth angrily.
Lin San smiled and waved his hand to King Baijiao: "I want to ask you something."
"If you ask, as long as I know, I will definitely tell you," Lin San is now the only hope for King Baijiao to escape the predicament, so King Baijiao is extremely respectful to Lin San, even speaking in a soft voice.
"What is your cultivation level," Lin San asked.
"Cultivation, it seems to be in the stage of becoming a god..." the White-horned King said slowly.
"Nonsense, you are clearly at the stage of transcending tribulation," Ma Feng shouted sharply.
Lin San pouted: "King White Horn, you are very dishonest."
"No, no, no, I'm very honest... It's just that I have been locked up here for too long, and I have forgotten all my cultivation... Let me think about it, let me think about it... Oh, yes, I am indeed Cultivation during the Tribulation Period," the White-horned King hurriedly explained.
Lin Sanba chirped: "You can't use any magic power at this time?"
"Yes, my mana has been restricted by this forbidden spirit dagger," the White-Horned King sighed.
"What about your consciousness?" Lin San asked again, "Is your consciousness also imprisoned?" After saying that, Lin San added: "Tell me the truth. If you dare to do it again this time, If you lie to me, I won’t save you,”
The White-Horned King opened his mouth, but in the end he did not dare to hide it: "Only part of my consciousness has been imprisoned..."
"Be more specific," Lin San waved his hand.
"My current spiritual consciousness is only equivalent to the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage..." The White-horned King thought for a while and said.
Lin San narrowed his eyes: "Everything you said is true."
"I can swear it," the White-Horned King raised three fingers and swore a poisonous oath.