I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 564 Destroying the Curse King of Jealousy
He is not reconciled!
He can only use the power of Soul Wuzong level.

Because he is the weakest of the seven, and he is also the most powerful backlash by the laws of heaven. Although he looks brilliant on the surface, in fact, the body under the black robe has long been exhausted.

What do gods need most?
It is faith!
This power of faith can help him alleviate the pain of backlash from the Dao of Heaven, so he became the high priest, allowing the people of Eternal Night Kingdom to worship him as a god, and he also used this to absorb the power of faith from the people .

But just now, Mo Bai blew up the temple in Baiqing City.

His strength suddenly weakened a lot.

The black-robed high priest ran away all the way, and Mo Bai followed him all the way. In less than a quarter of an hour, one-third of the huge Baiqing City was blown into ruins by Mo Bai.

Frying while wielding a knife.

From time to time, the shadow of Jumang's saber technique descended and pierced his body.

finally--

After half an hour.

"Xing Shen Huang Mie Slash!" The second form of Ju Mang's saber technique fell again.

This knife pierces the sky and the earth.

The momentum is unmatched, like the stars falling, burning brightly.

Precisely piercing the black-robed high priest through the chest, stabbing him across the face, burning his vital organs fiercely, and even his whole body was plunged into starlight flames, and he was in agony.

"Ahhhh-"

The high priest in black robe raised his head and let out an extremely painful roar.

His voice was already extremely rough, but now that he roared, it was even more piercing, like a saw sharpening a stone.

Mo Bai couldn't help frowning: "It's so noisy."

The shadow of the knife in his hand was turned ninety degrees.

Then the part that pierced into the body of the black-robed high priest also turned [-] degrees. One can imagine how much damage it caused to the internal organs of the black-robed!
Rivers of blood!
Almost the white bandages all over his body turned red.

"Curse the world! Curse the world! You are too hateful!" The eyes of the black-robed high priest almost popped out. He is indeed the clone of one of the twelve ancestor witches in the human world. After receiving such terrible injuries, he is still alive. He still has the strength to roar so loudly, "I want to curse you! Curse you! Curse you fiercely! Corrupting the soul brand of the blood curse, open!"

At the beginning, when the seven of them collectively betrayed the cursed world lord, they not only cast seven kinds of curses, but more importantly, left seven soul curse marks in the depths of the cursed world lord's soul.

The black-robed high priest found that Mo Bai's body no longer had the curse mark that corroded the blood curse.

He knew what method Mo Bai used to temporarily remove it.

But the soul brand cannot be removed, unless he dies!

The black-robed high priest tried his best to ignite half of the blood on his body, frantically awakening the brand of the soul curse in Mo Bai's body, it is completely a life-and-death strategy!

Almost instantly—

Mo Bai's body shook.

In the depths of the soul, a black and red vicious brand was awakened.

The dense black and red curse marks crawled out from the vicious brand, spreading to every inch of his body again, including his limbs, torso, skin, neck, and even his face.

The black and red corrosive blood curse began to corrode his body.

The body that had not recovered for a long time received another devastating blow!

Mo Bai is also in pain.

It's just that he is very tolerant.

He clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

The skin is rotting.

(End of this chapter)