Yanwu God of War

The strange space, vast and endless, thick with mist, is like a blessed land of immortality.

Amazing!

On a white jade stone platform, a figure like a simple fairy sits quietly cross-legged.It seems that the ancient well has no waves, just like a sculpture, surrounded by heavy fog.

"Hoo!~"

The figure suddenly opened its mouth slightly to exhale, the turbid air overflowed, and raised its right hand slightly.In the palm of his hand, there were chaotic jet-black bloodshots, like worms wriggling in his palm. The black bloodshots kept changing in his palm, but they couldn't get rid of the bloodshots no matter what. Instead, they became more and more intense.

"What kind of strange poison is this? It's so powerful. After ten days of retreat, not only did it not weaken at all, but it became more and more serious." Wei Rong frowned tightly, his face solemn.

Not bad!

This majestic figure is the current Lord of the Spirit World, the Spirit King.

Since the last time, when he accidentally hit the palm of the Blood God, the Spirit King felt that there was a strange poison invading, but he didn't attack it immediately.And with the spiritual king's cultivation base, ordinary poisons are not in his eyes at all.

But now, it is difficult to purify the poison after ten days of retreat. Is this normal?

What's even more strange is that since the poisoning, the Spirit King didn't feel any influence or harm, but he just couldn't purify the poison, and he didn't know where to start?

at the same time!

In a certain gloomy cave, there are strange skulls floating in the void, some that look like humans, some that look like monsters, floating in groups like hydrogen balloons.

The skulls were burned with blood and fire, and the hollow eyes of the forest shone with evil green light. Each of them seemed to be alive, emitting endless evil resentment.

Amazing!

In this darkness, there is actually an altar, and five thick stone pillars are erected on the altar.All kinds of ferocious ghost images are carved on the stone pillars, and strange talisman papers are pasted on them.

And in the very center of the altar, there was a beautiful figure who couldn't feel any vitality, his complexion was pale, and he looked lifeless.A beautiful carcass was exposed, but unfortunately, the skin was already densely engraved with incomprehensible mantras.The limbs of the jade neck were all bound by icy iron chains, connected to five stone pillars around them, half suspended in the air.

Suddenly!

A ghostly figure like a ghost gradually came out of the void, staring at the woman who was firmly bound on the altar with a gloomy expression, and sneered sinisterly: "Jie Jie~ Ling Wang, do you really think that this deity can't threaten you?" , so I can’t help you? Originally, all of this was reserved for the evil spirit, but the evil spirit is full of cunning and the risk is extremely high, so the deity can only use you for surgery!"

And this dawson-cold phantom is none other than the Blood God!

Can't help!

The Blood God slowly climbed up to the altar, approached Princess Lingxin, exposed his fierce minions, stroked lightly in that pale and bloodless delicate face, and smiled coldly: "Hehe, it's a pity that such a beautiful woman, please don't let me go!" Blame this deity, blame your father for being so hard-hearted, he can disregard the life and death of his own daughter! Then this deity can only take advantage of you to curse the voodoo in his body and use it for me! Of course, all this depends on your father. Is the relationship between the two girls deep enough?"

Immediately!

The blood god's face turned cold, and he shouted coldly: "Sky eyes, open!"

call out! ~~

The fingertips are like swords, facing Princess Lingxin's brows, and there seems to be an invisible evil force, like a sharp weapon, piercing Princess Lingxin's forehead fiercely.

"Ah!~"

Princess Lingxin let out a shrill scream, as if the sound spread through the nine heavens and shook the earth.

"Xin'er!~"

In the distance, King Ling seemed to wake up from a nightmare, his eyes widened and he was sweating profusely.He only felt his right palm was numb and painful, when he raised his palm to see it, the vertical and vertical jet black threads of blood started to wriggle alive.

"Voodoo!?"

King Ling looked startled, and suddenly understood.

Voodoo!

It originated from the Wu clan, and the existence of the Wu clan can be traced back to the ancient times of the God Realm.

It was an era when voodoo was rampant, and the powerful witch clan caused chaos everywhere, and even took the gods into slavery.However, the witch clan's ambitions remained undiminished, intending to fight against the way of heaven, and went against the sky. In the end, they were severely punished by the rules of the way of heaven, and the whole family was wiped out.

However, a bit of the terrifying voodoo curse technique has been lost. Although it cannot be cultivated to its essence, it is still very terrifying, and it has become a forbidden book in the God Realm.Anyone who finds out that he is practicing voodoo will be tortured and his head will fall to the ground.If so, there are also wizards in the barbarians and alien races in remote and desolate places.

And King Ling was almost certain now that he must have been poisoned by the terrible voodoo.Sensing that the poisoner had started to activate the curse technique, the Spirit King immediately held his mind.

After all, the voodoo curse is not unsolvable, as long as the body and spirit stick to it and the mind is firm, it can be broken without attack.As long as the curse fails, the voodoo will be eliminated naturally.

"Jie Jie~ Ling Wang, Ling Wang, no matter how advanced your cultivation is, as long as this deity holds your life gate, you will never escape from the palm of this deity!" The blood god sneered ferociously, and a strange dark blood color The compass is in hand now.

Looking at the compass, it is so clear that there are traces of time, and bursts of ancient and evil breath are released inadvertently.A mysterious and long-lasting power, as if awakened from hell.

Suddenly!

The blood god flipped his hand and shook his hand, the compass vacated, and floated above the head of Princess Lingxin, ruthlessly chanting the mantra silently: "The world of ten directions, up to Taiji, down to Netherworld, east, west, north, everywhere, no way to hide !"

Whoosh! ~~

The compass suddenly turned with great excitement, and a wave of evil power that seemed to have awakened from hell broke through the gate of purgatory. Waves of ancient evil aura surged out like a fierce tide, poured down, and instantly Princess Lingxin was covered all over.

"Ah!~"

Princess Lingxin screamed, her tender body twitching in pain.

Blood God's complexion was gloomy, extremely cold, and he said fiercely: "Turn left to shake the world, turn right to make the sun and moon bright, father and daughter unite their hearts, souls coexist and sacrifice."

boom! ~~

The compass danced and the space exploded.There seemed to be blood, and it turned into a rolling river, flowing around Princess Lingxin's body.One wave was higher than the other, and in a blink of an eye it was already surging and moving wildly.

Suddenly!

The blood was shining brightly, and the heads floating around seemed to come alive in the blood light, turning into countless shadowy ghosts, screaming and screaming like ghosts, dancing and dancing with the blood, like a feast of devils.

next moment!

Zhou Fang is still in the Nine Serenities Hell, where ghosts and ghosts are everywhere, and devils are flying around, with all kinds of ferocious faces, sneering and grinning, rushing towards Princess Lingxin's delicate body with excitement and hunger.

"Xin'er!?"

King Ling was forced to wake up again, with blue veins on his face, and the black blood in his palm, like a creeper, began to spread from his palm, wrapping around his entire arm.

Voodoo!

Voodoo curse!

The Spirit King has a high level of cultivation, so he naturally knows that the caster is using his daughter's hand to curse him. Even if the Spirit King knows it, he can feel that the pain his daughter is suffering is real.

"Xin'er...it is the father who is sorry for you...but for the sake of thousands of people...for the common people...please forgive the selfishness of the father..." King Ling was in so much pain that he simply cut off the relationship with Ling. In Princess Xin's thoughts, she embraced the Yuan and returned to one, and kept her mind firmly.

And in this void, there seems to be an invisible eye, watching every move of the King of Spirits all the time, and said with a sinister smile: "Young King! You are really hard-hearted! I'm afraid you won't last long! Jie Jie!~"

Suddenly!

The evil compass turned faster and faster, and the torrent of blood, accompanied by countless demons and goblins, crazily invaded along Princess Lingxin's eyebrows.

And these cruel and evil images were all transmitted to the brain image of the Spirit King through the air, and all kinds of vicious and terrifying negative evil forces crazily impacted the soul and inner heart of the Spirit King.

that moment!

It seemed that in King Ling's mind, a sea of ​​purgatory flames was raging, and in the sea of ​​flames hung a familiar and dazzling figure, crying desperately and helplessly.

"Father! Xiner! I am Xiner!~"

"Father! Xiner is really in pain! Xiner is really scared!"

"Father! I beg you, save Xin'er!"

······

Xin'er Gosti screamed, and there were groups of devils holding reamers beside them, licking blood with their mouths and teeth, using sharp reamers to cruelly cut off pieces of flesh and blood from that tender white body , appreciating the deliciousness, inevitably showing a smug smile.

"Ah! ~Father! Father! Please! Xin'er, please! Come and save Xin'er..." Princess Lingxin screamed in pain and despair.

"No! Xin'er! Xin'er! Go away! Devils! You devils! Let go of your filthy claws! I will tear you to pieces!" The Spirit King screamed in pain and anger, he knew it was an illusion , but the subconscious is resisting him again.

Think!

Princess Lingxin is the most beloved baby daughter of King Ling, no matter how hard-hearted she is, King Ling can't bear to watch his daughter suffer inhuman torture.

A person, no matter how advanced his state of mind is, is fatal.And the art of voodoo curse is to stimulate the most vulnerable side of the poisoned person's heart and expand it continuously.Especially coupled with the erosive power of voodoo terror, both body and spirit were devastated and tortured.

And Ling Wang's only weakness is his precious daughter who he loves the most.

Stay safe!Heart like a rock!

King Ling kept reminding himself, but the pain in his heart kept resisting, and the jet-black bloodshot had slowly climbed up his shoulder.If the poisonous thread is forced into the heart and forehead, the curse can be successfully completed.

Yes!

The Spirit King knew that this was just an illusion, but as long as the voodoo existed, the illusion could not be eliminated, and he was even forced to appreciate the evolution of the illusion, but he was powerless to stop it.

Just like that, Princess Lingxin was cut off by hordes of demons, exposing the bloody skeleton, but she still opened her hands desperately and painfully for help.

And the devils around were grinning grinningly, not even letting go of Princess Lingxin's bones, picking them off one by one, licking and biting them carefully.

Such a cruel scene, like a looping projector, keeps replaying in King Ling's mind over and over again.

Crying in despair, being eaten alive by the devil, and dying cruelly in front of the King of Souls, this scene happened continuously in reincarnation, and wave after wave hit the spiritual defense of the King of Souls.

Feeling, that solid heart and soul, the moral line, has been faintly touched...