She has flesh and blood and consciousness. All kinds of things show that she is not dead at all.
Not only was she not dead, there was an extra breath in her body.
The power of hell.
Hell, in her impression, is extremely terrifying and belongs to the destination of the undead.
But now that she fell into hell, not only did she not die, but she was able to absorb the power of hell.
She felt unfamiliar with her body for a while.
She didn't know how far she had walked, and encountered many crises in hell. She felt like she had died many times, but in the end she was resurrected for some unknown reason.
After arriving here, he was discovered by a group of black-robed monks and was tied up directly, until now.
"Although she is a cursed body, she is ignorant..." Ye Feng felt pity when he saw the woman's painful expression.
Although the woman is a cursed body, she does not seem to know the condition of her body. Ye Feng wants to save her and then see if there is any way to strip out the cursed power from her body and suppress it. Otherwise, she will be cursed.
If the body is revived, it will be a disaster for humans, immortals, gods, and hell.
"Absolutely not. Although those black-robed monks are not worth mentioning, the black box in his hand is definitely not an ordinary thing. If you do it, the variables will be too great. Besides, it is already too late for you to save that woman now.
!”
Ye Feng, who was about to make a move, changed his expression when he heard Black Qilin's words.
He looked at the woman and saw that at this moment, the latter's screams were getting louder and louder, her eyes had turned extremely blood red, and her hair was faintly turning blood at this moment.
"I want revenge on you, I want you dead, all of you!"
At this moment, a roaring roar came from her mouth, her voice was so resentful that it shook hell.
The voice contained endless anger and hatred. After it was spoken, the entire void trembled, and the voice echoed and lingered for a long time.
The difference is that her voice is no longer that of a woman, but that of a man, which sounds extremely weird and terrifying.
"The power of the curse...is revived!"
Black Qilin spoke solemnly, and the black-robed monk peeled off the woman's blood, stimulating the power of the curse in the woman's body. At this moment, the power of the curse broke out, and what he was worried about still happened.
"What's going on..." The black-robed monk was peeling off the woman's blood. Suddenly, a force awakened in the woman's body, which directly affected the blood peeling off.
Each of them sounded surprised and full of shock: "There is indeed something wrong with you. In your body, we feel an evil force is resurrecting. This force is more terrifying than the undead and the devil's breath. It actually made me wait."
My will is trembling and uneasy, who are you..." "Buzzing buzzing..." At this moment, I don't know the reason.
The black box in the hands of the black-robed monk suddenly buzzed and trembled, as if he felt something, and an old, abyssal voice came from inside: "Huh?
What kind of aura is this? It’s so evil and overbearing. My Blood Demon’s blood is trembling. How is this possible? The Blood Demon’s blood is one of the eighteen major bloodlines in ancient times. It’s tyrannical and powerful. Now it’s in this blood.
I feel uneasy under my breath, huh?
No, what's going on? My blood and consciousness are weakening rapidly. It is attacking my soul. How is it possible... What kind of power is this? It actually attacks my soul invisibly. Once the soul is
If we break through, my many years of achievements will be in vain!"
"Wuji Spiritual Seal, kill me!"
Roaring sounds erupted from the box, and it could be heard that the existence in the box seemed to be affected by the woman's power, and the two sides were fighting.
"The power of the curse has revived in the woman's body, and the blood along with it is the power of the curse. The black box has absorbed the woman's blood, and will naturally be affected by the power of the curse. These black-robed monks have self-defeated and revived the power of the curse. All of them will
die!"
Although Ye Feng was not on the square, he could still feel the power of the curse in the woman's body. It was extremely ancient and evil, and seemed to be more terrifying than the power of hell. The blood in his body was agitated. How could his soul's will not be filled with chaotic energy and purple energy?
The guardian of the dragon statue has probably been affected by the power of the curse and captured.
"The era of curses has come, everything trembles because of it, and the world is destroyed because of it. On behalf of the God of Curses, I punish the world. No one can escape the power of the curse. No one can escape, and no one can escape..." The woman's
The voice sounded again, revealing incomparable desolation and indifference.
At this time, Ye Feng saw that the woman's hair had completely turned into blood, and her eyes were blood red, as if stained with blood. She looked hideous and terrifying, and traces of blood lines appeared on her face, traveling all over her face and neck.
The dead are infinitely more evil than the monks in hell.
Tear! The next moment, densely packed bloody hands were suddenly torn out from the woman's abdomen. Those bloody hands were like newborn babies, tender, but extremely ferocious, entangled together, squirming with each other, and filled with blood.
Drop down from the tentacle.
When the black-robed monks saw this scene, they were frightened and panicked. The breath on the tentacles revealed extremely evil power, which instinctively made them tremble. This was the first time they saw an existence that was more evil than their breath.
However, even so, they still mustered up their courage and said in a trembling voice: "Although we don't know who you are, it's just a dream to want to be arrogant here. We, the great lord, are suppressing your power, waiting for him...
..." Boom! Before the black-robed monk finished speaking, he saw countless small bloody hands grabbing the black box.
Feeling the suffocating, bloody, and desolate smell emanating from those small hands, the black-robed monk's legs became weak with fright, and his whole body trembled. The black box in his hand unexpectedly fell to the ground, and he retreated uneasily.
"Useless things, I have raised you for hundreds of years in vain... Damn it, what kind of power is this? In order to suppress this force, I have consumed hundreds of years of my skills. I have not eaten it since I was born.
Such a big loss. Today, I want to suppress you. I must suppress you. You cannot praise me for my power. If you praise me, you will die!"
Feeling the approaching danger, a profound and boundless power burst out from the box.
However, as soon as his power rose, a curse that was even more evil than before suddenly emerged from the countless tentacles.
This power is ancient and domineering. The moment it appeared, densely packed evil symbols appeared in the void. Those symbols were squirming and jumping, as if some essence had been stripped away. The entire hell space was much darker than before.