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Chapter 2847 Cursed

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Wen Qingcheng, who was standing beside him, even further forward, his eyes were flowing, and the destiny bead burst out with divine light. She looked ugly and said, "It is these powers of bad luck, the soul of Xiaoshan is polluted by this power of bad luck, and he must be trapped in the mountains."

Ling Xiaofu said: "What should we do? Let's go in and save him now."

"No, you can't go in." Wen Qingcheng Lian said.

"Why?"

"These powers of misfortune are very terrible and contain a fatal curse. Even if your cultivation level is contaminated, it will be difficult to eliminate, so I can just go in."

"You?" Ling Xiaofu said: "How can that work? It's too dangerous."

Wen Qingcheng said: "Although my cultivation is far inferior to you, I am a destiny master. I am a professional in dealing with the power of bad luck, and I have the protection of the destiny bead, so I can only go."

"Can……"

Ling Xiaofu wanted to say something else, Wen Qingcheng interrupted: "Xiaofu, now is not the time to show off. You think Xiaoshan's cultivation is better than you. Even he is trapped inside. How sure are you going in? If you enter rashly and trapped inside like him, that is a real dead end. I will go in first and do my best to save Xiaoshan. If I mean, I can't save him, at least you are outside and have a chance to find a way, right?"

Ling Xiaofu fell silent and stared at Wen Qingcheng's eyes. After a moment, she said, "Okay, you are advanced, I'll wait for you one day. If you don't come out in one day, then..."

Ling Xiaofu didn't say the following words, but Wen Qingcheng already understood what she meant.

She pursed her lips and shook Ling Xiaofu's hand hard.

Then, she rushed towards Zulong Mountain.

"Girl Qingcheng, do you really want to go in? Where is Master Wen Yu, maybe you can ask him for help!" Long Yan shouted quickly when he heard the conversation between the two.

Wen Qingcheng did not look back, and his voice came: "Father is not here, and he has already passed the Destiny Pearl to me."

While speaking, Wen Qingcheng had already walked to the Golden Bell Formation.

This is a large formation that specifically resists the power of misfortune, and it has no function to block outsiders from entering. At this time, Wen Qingcheng, the destiny beads on his eyebrows flew out and slung over her head. The divine lights of destiny fell down, covering her body, making her look like a goddess of destiny.

She stepped directly into the range of Zulong Mountain.

As soon as you enter, the terrifying power of bad luck swept over like a tide.

But the Destiny Pearl is indeed extraordinary. The blue light like flowing water surrounded Wen Qingcheng's body, and all the power of bad luck that was approaching was absorbed by the blue light.

Wen Qingcheng rushed towards the depths of Zulong Mountain, and disappeared into the black and red airflow in a blink of an eye.

Deep in Zulong Mountain.

Long Xiaoshan's body floated in the center of the vortex of bad luck. The black and red dragon ball was nowhere near him. On the dragon ball, countless black and red silk threads permeated, as if dense tentacles were connected to Long Xiaoshan's body.

If you look closely, there are billions of skulls on the tentacles, which are the evil thoughts of the undead that were buried under the real dragon. They felt the blood of the real dragon on Long Xiaoshan. The strong evil thoughts and curses surged on Long Xiaoshan. At this time, Long Xiaoshan and his entire soul will were flooded with the endless evil thoughts of the undead.

Although his soul is powerful, he can't resist it. After all, this is a curse power that even a true dragon cannot bear.


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