The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

As Yan Prison roared, he exhausted all his strength like crazy. Due to excessive force, the muscles of his body collapsed, and the meridians of his body wanted to explode.

A bright red word "death" suddenly appeared, and all the power in the cursed world gathered together. At this moment, the black blood pool in the cursed world began to evaporate, and the crimson gas floated to the top.

Countless curse power gathered on Yan Prison's body, and then Yan Prison blasted out curse words, which directly hit Ye Feng's body.

At this moment, Ye Feng's soul, which was imprisoned by the red string ring, was suddenly released, and all the senses of the imprisoned six senses came back.

Yan Prison no longer thinks about turning Ye Feng into a puppet, and directly removes the curse, and wants to use the curse words to make Ye Feng die immediately!

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and the sudden recovery of his sight made him a little at a loss, but soon his eyes became more determined.

A huge red "Death" was fixed on Ye Feng's head impressively, as if a spell had been cast on it.

Yan Prison used words as a medium, and the curse suppressed Ye Feng.

However, for some unknown reason, the curse of the word "death" was only fixed on Ye Feng's head from a distance, and fell on Ye Feng's soul and body.

It was as if there was an invisible shield covering Ye Feng, and Yan Prison's curse words couldn't penetrate it, and it was firmly stuck there.

Yan Prison spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes had already burst open, blood was overflowing, and he was seriously injured.

He roared madly: "Ye Feng, you die for me! Die for me!!"

Countless curse words jumped out of Yan Prison's mouth, the red "death" was very glaring, like countless hard and thick nails, piercing Ye Feng's soul fiercely.

Ye Feng tensed his whole body, he couldn't move, the huge word "death" was as heavy as Mount Tai, it shocked Ye Feng fiercely, the power of the curse was very tyrannical, he almost used all his strength to bear it all the time, if he slackened for a moment, he would die.

Countless words of curses spewed down from the prison, followed by heavy blows.

Ye Feng tried his best to hold on, but the power of the curse words was really huge, like blades piercing Ye Feng's body continuously.

"Hmm..." Ye Feng frowned, blood overflowed from his mouth, his body suffered thousands of wounds, his soul seemed to be torn apart, the blood flowed horizontally, his body was shattered, and his body of soul seemed to perish.

But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly let out a loud roar, and his damaged soul body flashed golden light.

A domineering aura surged, and a destructive aura blasted out, like a violent volcano erupting, huge power gushed out, and the roar raged.

Yan Prison was directly blasted out by this huge force, and at the same time spurted a column of blood from his mouth, rolled his eyes, and hit the border of the cursed world with a bang.

"Ahem..." Yan Prison supported his chest with a very painful expression on his face, he staggered up from the ground, under the violent impact of that force, he felt that all the bones in his body were loosened.

Ye Feng was exhausted at the moment, he was panting heavily, and his mental strength was exhausted to the extreme, but his eyes flashed a frighteningly tenacious expression.

There is only a thin layer of his soul and body left, and it is not ineffective under the onslaught of the prison. Ye Feng's soul is now shattered, and he is not far from death, but he did not fall into despair because of this.

After Ye Feng gasped, he suddenly puffed up his chest, looking down at everything that cursed the world, "That's all!"

Yan Prison heard it from far away on the other side, a thin layer of blood mist suddenly appeared in his eyes, revealing thick hatred and endless killing intent, he said hoarsely: "It's really stubborn, but what's the use of being stubborn. If you can't Get rid of this cursed world, as time goes by, the ethereal souls here will only die slowly in the end!"

Ye Feng sneered, and then he shook his hand back, and with a whoosh, the flaming blood blade suddenly appeared, and the surging flames burst into flames and danced in his hand.

"Confused with me? Let's see how long this so-called cursed world of yours can last!" Ye Feng said domineeringly, he jumped away, and immediately burst out those fragile curse words, the cracking sound sounded, only A golden light flashed across the crimson.

"Shen Yanyue!" Ye Feng's eyes flashed with blazing flames, he swung his energy, and the flaming blood blade in his hand burned at full speed in the next moment, and swung the blade with a leap.

A thunderbolt-shattering crescent wave of flames blasted out in the air. Ye Feng made a gorgeous spin, and flames surged out around him, like a sea of ​​flames descending from the sky, with waves of fire flying straight down!

Yan Prison was shocked and trembled, "No, no! Move! Otherwise, everything accumulated in this cursed world will be completely destroyed! Then my accumulation of hundreds of years will be finished!"

"But I can't let Ye Feng go, I can't!!!" Yan Yu said cruelly in his heart.

Ye Feng's soul was pulled out of his body, and his soul was imprisoned in this cursed world. Without his permission, it was absolutely impossible for Ye Feng's soul to escape from the cursed world.

In the past hundred years, no casual cultivator has been able to escape from this cursed world. The only ending is to become a puppet and his soul disappears to death.

However, there is an exception for casual cultivators today.

That is Quan Yong!
Thinking of this, Yan Prison gritted his teeth angrily. Quan Yong had the bloodline to become the Crimson Demon Eye. Perhaps it was the hatred buried in the Crimson Demon Eye that resisted Quan Yong, allowing Quan Yong's soul to be separated from the cursed world.

It was as if the same body repelled Quan Yong's soul.

But now, except for Quan Yong, no matter how strong Ye Feng is, it is impossible to escape from this cursed world, there is only one way to die.

All over the sky, the fire poured down from the sky, the torrent rushed forward, the torrent torrented, and the entire cursed world was submerged.

The countless soul puppets hanging in the air were all burned to ashes under the sea of ​​flames.

Yan Gui's face turned pale, his back molars were crushed, trembling with anger, he suddenly raised his hand.

The black blood pool below the cursed world suddenly rolled over.

There was a loud crashing sound, and a boa constrictor made of black dirty blood jumped up from the pool of blood, terrified, soaring upwards, lighting up the giant fangs, roaring and pulling from the air, and the dirty blood came from the pool. Jets out from the giant mouth of the python.

The huge fire in the sky burst and exploded, forming a huge mushroom cloud that covered the entire sky, and a huge column of red to black blood poured out from below.

Under the collision of the flames and the dirty blood, they generate and restrain each other, burning into ashes while being submerged and extinguished at the same time.

"Ye Feng, give up, you don't have much time! You will end up angering me, and it will only shorten the time you live here!" Yan Prison roared angrily.

"In this case, then I will let everything here be buried with me!" Ye Feng responded domineeringly.

He is very clear, looking down, he can clearly see the bottom of his soul body, which has gradually become transparent.

In the cursed world, if the soul is not trapped by the red thread and forms a connection with the physical body of the external reality, then the soul will be slowly absorbed by the cursed world and turned into the power of the curse.

Using the soul as fuel, the cursed world is a melting pot, and the soul serves as the material to maintain the cursed world.

Ye Feng swung the flaming blood blade again, the vibrating blade seemed to be responding to Ye Feng's expectation, since Ye Feng wanted the entire cursed world to be buried with him, then destroy everything here!
The rumbling sound resounded all over the sky, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up with golden light, his whole soul emitted golden light, shining with colorful brilliance, and the whole cursed world was dimmed because of this.

Yan Yu was stunned in place, he never expected that Ye Feng's soul would be so tenacious, so tenacious to a frightening degree.

He has practiced the curse technique for more than a hundred years, and has seen countless souls and bodies, the tough ones can resist a stick of incense, and the fragile ones are annihilated in an instant.

But he had never seen such a strong soul as Ye Feng, Yan Prison even started to be afraid, the threat Ye Feng said might come true!

"No, you can't let Ye Feng hold the initiative. Forget it, it doesn't matter, I have to let you understand that it's terrible to curse the world!" Yan Prison went crazy, he no longer had any rationality.

He intends to use the cursed world's accumulated power for a hundred years, and use it all to defeat Ye Feng!
"The power of the curse, all ghosts return to one!" Yan Gui stretched out his hand and stood up in the air, only to see a huge black vortex suddenly appearing above.

The vortex turned faster and faster, and the sky of the cursed world was distorted because of this. The frenzied hurricane gathered, and the red sky instantly turned into darkness.

Yan Prison's eyes were dyed red, and an astonishing murderous aura sprayed out from his ferocious face, "Die to me!"

The huge black vortex, surging with strong suction, actually gathered all the scattered power of the entire cursed world.

Huge power gathered and turned into a cursed black hole.

Ye Feng stared at the unbelievable force quietly. He could clearly feel the scalp-numbing sense of crisis lingering on his head, but his expression was calm and fearless. For some reason, the sense of crisis slowly disappeared. Dissipate slowly.

Holding the flaming blood blade tightly in his hand, he stood there like a mad god, quietly watching the prison.

Yan Prison felt Ye Feng's gaze, he gathered all the centuries-old power of cursing the world, condensed into a power that could almost destroy everything, but even so Ye Feng did not appear the fear he imagined.

From this moment on, Ye Feng's gaze seemed to tell him that he had already lost.

Yan Prison couldn't help shaking his whole body, "I don't believe it, when death is imminent, you don't even shake!"

Throwing at Ye Feng with all his strength, the huge black vortex flew away and hit Ye Feng directly.

Ye Feng's killing intent burst out, his eyes scratched fiercely, his hands clenched and shook, and the flaming blood blade slashed down.

A huge blackness enveloped it, the blazing heat flashed, and the two giant forces collided. The roar took away all the sounds in the world, and everything returned to silence.

Ye Feng's sight was deprived again, and the cold black covered his whole body again. He stared straight at his eyes, but his body fell crazily like weightless.

"Is everything over?" Ye Feng was even a little unwilling, his soul was still stirring, and he could fight again!