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Liu Wuxie stepped forward, her horrifying soul power confining the surrounding space to prevent Ding Yaozi from escaping.
The death of Ding Yaozi would be equivalent to cutting off Xiao Wuwei's right and left arm, causing the Emperor's alliance to suffer severe injuries and losing the prophet sect. In the future, many things will be done without restraint.
All major sects actually have their own portals similar to divine calculations.
For example, the Fenlingyuan of the Tiandao Society is currently being taken care of by Yuan Ling.
Although Baguio Palace has not established a divine arithmetic hall, Ningchi's divine arithmetic skills are equally powerful.
Immortal Emperor Shuiyao must have recruited her because of her magical arithmetic skills.
The pattern of heaven and earth is changing all the time. If you fail to keep up with the development of the times, you will soon be abandoned by the times.
"Liu Wuxie, if you dare to kill me, I will make you live in pain for the rest of your life."
Ding Yaozi knew very well that he was no match for Liu Wuxie at all, and his eyes exuded a strange luster.
"Wuxie, don't let him perform evil spells, kill him quickly!"
Yuan Ling said loudly.
The most powerful thing about Ding Yaozi is the forbidden spell, which can imprison everything.
Liu Wuxie frowned, feeling a bad premonition that a mass of invisible energy was brewing all around.
With a click of a finger, the Dingshen Seal was used, and Ding Yaozi was imprisoned in place.
Taking this opportunity, he used a soul sword and went straight to Ding Yaozi's head.
"Liu Wuxie, I curse you to be haunted by blood spirits for the rest of your life, causing you to suffer to death."
Ding Yaozi suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. Before the soul sword could approach, his body suddenly exploded and turned into countless black energy, filling the surrounding area.
"Expelling Curse Seal!"
Yuan Ling rushed forward desperately, creating curse-repelling seals one after another, dispelling the black energy around Liu Wuxie.
This is a forbidden curse that Ding Yaozi used his own life to interpret. Even gods cannot break it. The curse-repelling seal cast by Yuan Ling only slows down the development of the forbidden curse, but cannot resolve it.
Liu Wuxie froze on the spot, not noticing anything strange about his body.
The moment the black energy was released, he used the Wind Riding Technique and had already avoided it. Why was Yuan Ling making such a fuss?
The monks outside the field thought it would be a hearty battle. Who would have thought that the battle would be over before it even started.
Ding Yaozi chose to commit suicide and planted the most vicious curse.
"Is this the end?"
The monks standing around were still not satisfied, thinking that Ding Yaozi must not be willing to die like this.
He deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors, and then created a sect of prophets. How could he be willing to commit suicide?
"It's not as simple as you think. According to rumors, Ding Yaozi practiced the Zhoutian Demonic Skill. This magical skill is extremely weird and can resurrect the dead."
Some of the older generation shook their heads and turned to leave here to avoid being contaminated by the forbidden curse.
"I didn't expect that this Ding Yaozi would refine himself into a forbidden curse. I was careless and caused you trouble."
Yuan Ling walked over with a look of remorse on his face.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have implicated Liu Wuxie and caused him to be planted with a forbidden curse.
"Isn't Ding Yaozi dead? You have nothing to blame yourself for."
Liu Wuxie didn't take it seriously and told Yuan Ling not to think too much.
After killing Ding Yaozi, the forbidden curse in his body was finally resolved, and his body could soon return to a normal state.
"Things are not as simple as you think, raise your left arm and take a look!"
Yuan Ling felt more and more guilty. Liu Wuxie should not have been involved just now. He and Ding Yaozi should have died together.
Liu Wuxie rolled up her left sleeve curiously and couldn't help but frown.
On the left arm, I don’t know when, a black line appeared, like a black earthworm.
He rubbed it hard, but the black lines didn't move at all, as if they were embedded in his flesh and blood.
Liu Wuxie sacrificed his soul sword and prepared to cut off this piece of flesh and blood.
"It's useless. This is the most vicious blood spirit curse. Even if you cut off your arm, it will be useless. What it curses is your destiny, not your body."
Yuan Ling shook his head.
The forbidden curse in his body cursed his body, preventing him from growing in all his lifetimes.
The forbidden curse in Liu Wuxie was actually a rare destiny curse.
"What is the Blood Spirit Spell?"
Liu Wuxie suddenly had a bad premonition. Just now, his soul seemed to sense danger, and a chill went straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
"The Blood Spirit Curse, also known as the Destiny Curse, is a forbidden curse that requires blood as the guide and life as the spirit. The caster can only cast the spell once in a lifetime, and the person who is casted can never escape the control of the caster.
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Yuan Ling briefly explained to Liu Wuxie the origin of the Blood Spirit Curse.
Even he couldn't do anything with the Blood Spirit Curse.
"Is there a way to crack it?"
The two returned to the ground, and most of the monks had left.
"As far as I know, no one can break the Blood Spirit Curse."
Yuan Ling smiled bitterly. He did not expect that Ding Yaozi could actually master such a thing as the Blood Spirit Curse.
The Blood Spirit Curse has been lost for countless years. Even if you practice the Zhoutian Demonic Art, you still cannot master the Blood Spirit Curse. It seems that Ding Yaozi must have had other adventures in these years.
"Will the Blood Spirit Curse affect my practice?"
Liu Wuxie didn't really care, it was just a forbidden spell. As long as it didn't delay his cultivation or delay his growth, just let him go.
"I don't know the details yet. After all, the Blood Spirit Curse is so ancient that it is not even recorded in some ancient books. After I go back, I will definitely find a way to break the Blood Spirit Curse in your body."
Yuan Ling shook his head. The Blood Spirit Curse appeared once in ancient times. It was like a flash in the pan and disappeared quickly.
After hundreds of thousands of years, there are probably only a few monks who can remember the Blood Spirit Curse.
"You don't have to blame yourself. Everything is destiny. If God decides to destroy me, then this is my fate."
Liu Wuxie patted Yuan Ling on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to blame himself.
When his friend was in trouble, he couldn't just sit back and let Yuanling be killed by the people of the Emperor's Alliance.
But they never expected from the beginning that Ding Yaozi would actually master the long-lost Blood Spirit Curse.
No one is willing to cast it unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, the Blood Spirit Curse can only be cast once in a lifetime. "Don't worry, even if I risk my life, I will find a way to break the Blood Spirit Curse. Those who are cursed will not feel it in the early stage."
What, as time goes by, the Blood Spirit Curse will take root in your blood and you will withstand some things that ordinary people cannot bear.
The pain you are suffering, when you return to the Tiandao Society, I will immediately refine the curse-repelling pill to help you relieve the pain."
Yuan Ling took a deep breath. He knew very well that blaming himself would not solve the problem.
What we have to do now is to resolve the Blood Spirit Curse in Liu Wuxie's body, even if it means risking his life.
Liu Wuxie was very pleased to hear what Yuan Ling said.
The atmosphere was much more relaxed. Liu Wuxie had experienced so many storms and dangers in the past few years. There was no way he could be trapped by a small blood spirit spell.
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After killing two immortal emperors of the Zhang family, the First Soul rushed towards the remaining five.
The mysterious mark formed by the tall hemp has no effect on Liu Wuxie.
"Let's go quickly!"
Jiang Shun realized something was wrong, and the Liu Wuxie in front of him was much more terrifying than he thought.
Perhaps due to the influence of the war here, some monks passing by are approaching quietly.
"It's Liu Wuxie and those Taikoo families. Why are they fighting?"
The monks who arrived stopped at the nearby mountains to admire this unprecedented battle.
"It's strange. I remember that when Liu Wuxie was being chased by the magic roller, he was in that direction and why he ended up here inexplicably."
Several monks said doubtfully.
Not long ago, they just came from the Imperial City, and Liu Wuxie was chased by the Demon Roller.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for Liu Wuxie to come here in such a short period of time.
Little did they know that the person being chased by the Demon Roller was the Second Soul, still in the northwest.
The one fighting at this moment is the first soul, who is hundreds of millions of miles away from the second soul.
"Leave them all to me!"
How could Liu Wuxie let them leave?
If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.
Since we are fighting to the death with the Taikoo family, we will do everything we can to weaken their strength.
If you can't refine the spirit, who can compete with you?
Looking around the world, there are only a handful of people who can threaten him now.
The tyrannical soul power formed a soul realm, imprisoning the remaining five people in place.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how can his soul power be so much stronger than ours."
Ouyang Huaining yelled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
It had only been so long before Liu Wuxie's soul had reached the point where they were no longer qualified to look up to him.
