Immortal Tribulation

Chapter 527 The Power of the Curse
The ancestor of the heavens, the magic power is unrivaled in the world, but the gods are shocking, and the move of returning to the ruins of the world is really a supernatural power, which makes even the death storm feel a little bit afraid.

However, the Mietian Sword is more powerful. The bright golden sword gang seems to destroy the world. The holy level of pressure is overwhelming, like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens. It is extremely domineering and unparalleled. At this moment, that A golden sword light became the only one in this world, piercing through the chest of the ancestor of the heavens in an instant, leaving a transparent blood hole in front and back.

"Ancestor!"

He yelled, his heart was chilled, and the stunning sword smashed Gao Tian and wiped out Wushuang Shenze, the ancestor of the heaven. Even the Lord of Death, who has dealt with death all year round, felt the threat of death at this moment. Extremely frightened, roaring again and again, at the same time extremely regretful, regretful that he agreed to Gang Chan, and opposed this group of demons who controlled the peak holy soldiers.

"This will be your cemetery!" Tian Fan sneered again and again, his black hair dancing wildly, as if a god or demon had descended into the world.

The face of the ancestor of the heaven was very gloomy. Even if he was as powerful as him, he couldn't keep his composure at this moment. The strange force in the boneless desert came over him again. He and the Lord of Death tried their best to resist, but they were still injured, because They were already seriously injured and lacked in divine power. In such an environment, they were simply destroyed.

"boom……"

Behind them, the death storm finally moved, like a twelfth-level typhoon, covering the entire sky and rolling up dust all over the sky.

The death storm and the boneless desert are double threats. No matter how strong the ancestor of the heavens is, it is difficult to resist, but his expression is always incomparably indifferent and gloomy. The Demon Realm, shrouded the Lord of Death and the Lord of Death in it.

At this moment, the scars on his body are almost healed. Although the Mietian Sword is powerful, the ancestor of the heaven is not weak. He has long been on the ninth small step of the fairy, and has survived for millions of years. He is a super old antique that can be counted in the world. His combat experience is extremely rich, and he has no emotional fluctuations even in the face of such a Jedi.

In the boneless desert, the gray dust slowly approached, and the pitch-black magic mist also surged in. There were also countless pale palms emerging from the ground, and then stretched higher and higher. There was actually a white head protruding from the ground. He came out with disheveled hair, pupilless eyes, cold and terrifying.

Tianfan and the others were shocked at the time, and Ziying even hid behind her, poking her head out carefully, a little scared, no wonder this place is called the Extinct Domain, these souls are all after the death of the supreme powerhouse in the past , its lingering resentment has created such a field. Thinking about coming here, it was a main battlefield in the past.

The ancestor of the heavens is not weak, and his divine power is shocking, and he can barely withstand the attacks of countless resentful souls in the boneless desert.

"Don't waste your efforts, you are destined to die here today!"

Tian Fan sneered, and handed the Mie Tian Sword into Zi Ying's hands. The little girl stepped forward with a heroic figure and fluttering purple clothes. He slashed forward with a sword, and in an instant the entire sky was enveloped by the sword light, boundless and golden, and launched an indiscriminate attack on the three ancestors of the heaven.

The faces of Gang Chan and the Lord of Death turned green at that time. You must know that this is not ordinary sword energy, but it is issued by a peak holy soldier, and it contains invincible holy energy, which is definitely not something they can bear at this moment.

"Humph!"

The ancestor of the heavens snorted coldly, and he actually stuck out a big black hand, covered with countless black scales, covering most of the sky, shining with icy cold light, and there was a monstrous black mist gushing around. move.

The holy-level sword energy collided with the terrifying demonic hand, and the world was shattered at that time. The ancestor of the heaven retreated, and the sand and dust in the boneless desert covered it in an instant. There was a ghastly death poking out afterwards.

On the other side, the death storm also came, and the terrifying aura filled the air. The ancestors of the heavens finally changed their colors again, and shot forward with the handle and the Lord of Death, tearing apart a piece of void, and hiding in the nothingness. They are not Want to avoid the death storm, but to borrow the power of group space, want to escape here.

"You can't escape!"

Tianfan sneered, with the help of the Son of the Demon Palace, Ryoma, and the two little guys, his divine power was surging at this moment, and in those pupils, a strange light of two colors, one black and one red, emerged, looking forward Go, like a bright light, lit up the nether world and illuminated eternity.

"Crack..."

The void in front of it collapsed at that time, and the ancestors of the heavens and the others fell out of it, in a panic. At this time, the little girl also made a move, and the purple golden glow illuminated the sky. In the field of light, there are still traces of the Great Dao in this world, and the Mietian Sword is even more golden. Ruo Liuguang didn't give the other party time to think at all.

There is the Heaven Extinguishing Sword in the front, the boneless desert in the middle, and the death storm in the back. At this moment, the ancestors of the heavens and others are in an absolute crisis. Lord, the divine power is insufficient, and they are seriously injured. They are completely dependent on the blessing of the ancestors of the heavens to survive. Otherwise, with their injured bodies at this moment, they will disappear in this space almost instantly.

"puff……"

The light of the Holy Sword attacked and killed without any accident, and there was no way to avoid it. However, what everyone didn't expect was that the ancestor of the heavens directly pulled the Lord of Death behind him and stood in front of him. The bright sword light fell on the Lord of Death without any accident. The snow-white skeleton was shattered by the light of the holy sword and fell into the desert. The fire of the soul in it instantly dimmed to the extreme.

The bones of the Lord of Death were shattered by the holy sword, and the gray dust and black magic mist in the boneless desert quickly rushed up, covering the bones, and suddenly there was a crackling sound, and groups of blue and black The smoke filled the air, and it could be seen with the naked eye that the bones were rapidly disappearing, completely eroded and decomposed by the gray dust and black magic fog, and turned into a piece of yellow sand.

"You...you..." The only remaining soul light of the Lord of Death was also dimmed.

"People who are not of my race will have a different heart, you are worthless! Use it as an energy supplement for us!"

The ancestor of the heavens looked indifferent, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the light of the soul of the Lord of Death. In the palm of his hand, a black magic light gushed out quickly. It can be seen that a trace of energy light followed his arm towards his body. Going forward, at the same time, there is also a mass of brilliance covering it, which is to supplement the divine power with the soul power of the Lord of Death and heal the wounded body.

"Master Ancestor is wise!"

Han Chan sneered, from the beginning he never thought of cooperating with the Lord of Death, everything was just using him, at this moment, bathed in this strange light, he felt that his injuries were recovering rapidly, and his divine power was constantly growing. This kind of pure soul power is an absolute tonic for practitioners.

"You, uh..."

The lord of death screamed, the light of the soul flickered violently, and wanted to break free from the big hand of the ancestor of the heaven, but he was powerless. His power was really limited, and there was nothing he could do about the existence of this level. The light of the soul was constantly disappearing. Imagine torture.

"I'm not willing, I'm not willing, I curse you, I curse you to live forever, I curse you to die, I curse your entire family to be wiped out, I curse, I curse..." The venomous roar of the Lord of Death resounded throughout the ancient battlefield, The ancestor of the heavens changed color, and threw out the light of the soul in his hand, as if being pricked by a needle.

Tianfan and the others also frowned slightly. They felt a strange force appearing in this void, but they couldn't tell what it was, but there was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. A faint colorful glow emerged from Tianfan's body. He opened those mysterious eyes and looked towards the void in front of him, his vigorous body trembled suddenly.

"What's the matter, Xiao Tiantian?" Ziying asked with concern, looking at him with some doubts.

"Boy, what did you see?" The Son of the Demon Palace also asked, and even the Heavenly Demon looked at him.

"A cloud of gray mist, extremely evil, it seems to be a kind of power in the prehistoric era, and the legend has been extinct..." Tian Fan paused and frowned.

Hearing this, even Tianmo was a little shocked, looked at Tianfan, and said uncertainly: "Could it be that you mean..."

Tian Fan nodded, and said, "My eyes can't make a mistake, it's a dust-covered spell, it's the power of a curse!"

(End of this chapter)