The strange space is vast, endless, and foggy, just like a fairyland.
Awesome!
On a white jade stone platform, a figure like a simple immortal sits quietly cross-legged. It looks like an ancient well without waves, like a sculpture, surrounded by heavy mist.
"Huh!~"
The figure suddenly opened his mouth slightly and spat out, and the turbid air overflowed, and he raised his right hand slightly. In the palm of his hand, there were chaotic black blood threads, like worms squirming in his palm, and the black blood threads kept changing in his palm,
However, the bloodshotness could not be eliminated no matter what, and instead it became more and more intense.
"What kind of strange poison is this? It's so powerful. It's been in seclusion for ten days. Not only has it not diminished at all, but it has intensified day by day." Wei Rong frowned, his face solemn.
good!
This majestic figure is the current master of the spiritual world, the Spirit King.
Since the last time, when he was carelessly struck by the Blood God's palm, the Spirit King felt that there was an intrusion of strange poison, but it did not occur immediately. And with the Spirit King's cultivation, ordinary poisons were not noticed at all.
But now, even after ten days of seclusion, it is difficult to purify this poison. Can this be considered normal?
What's even more strange is that since the poisoning, the Spirit King has not felt any impact or suffered any harm, but he cannot purify the poison, and he doesn't know where to start?
at the same time!
In a dark cave somewhere, strange skulls and skeletons are floating in the void, some of which look like humans, some of which look like monsters, floating in groups like hydrogen balloons.
The head was burned with blood and fire, and the hollow pupils shone with an evil green light. Each of them looked like they were alive, exuding endless evil resentment.
Awesome!
In this darkness, there is an altar, with five thick stone pillars erected on it. The stone pillars are carved with various ferocious ghost images, and are covered with strange talismans.
And in the center of the altar, there is a sad and beautiful figure, unable to feel any vitality, his face is pale, and he looks lifeless. He reveals a beautiful body, but unfortunately, the skin is already densely engraved with incomprehensible incantations.
.The limbs of Jade Neck are all tied up with cold iron chains, connected to five stone pillars on all sides, half hanging in the air.
Suddenly!
A ghost-like figure gradually emerged from the void, staring at the woman who was tightly bound on the altar with a sinister expression, and sneered sinisterly: "Jie Jie~ Spirit King, you really think that I can't threaten you.
, so what can I do to stop you? Originally, all this was reserved for the evil devil, but the evil thief is very cunning and extremely risky, so I can only take action on you!"
And this cold phantom is the Blood God!
Can't help!
The Blood God slowly climbed onto the altar, approached Princess Lingxin, exposed his claws and claws, and moved them gently in the pale and bloodless face. He smiled coldly: "Haha, what a pity for such a beautiful embryo, don't do it."
It’s my fault, it’s your father’s hard heart who can ignore his daughter’s life and death! Then I have no choice but to lend you your body to curse the voodoo in his body for my use! Of course, all this depends on your father.
Is the relationship between the two women deep enough?"
Soon!
The Blood God's face turned cold and he shouted coldly: "Open your heavenly eyes!"
Phew!~~
The fingertips were like swords, pointed at Princess Lingxin's eyebrows, as if there was an invisible evil force, like a sharp weapon, piercing Princess Lingxin's forehead fiercely.
"Ah!~"
Princess Lingxin let out a shrill scream, which seemed to spread to the nine heavens and move the earth and the underworld.
"Xin'er!~"
In the distance, the Spirit King seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, his eyes were wide-eyed, and he was sweating. He felt numbness and pain in his right palm. When he raised his palm, he saw that the vertical black blood streaks started to move actively.
"Voodoo!?"
The Spirit King looked startled and suddenly understood.
Voodoo!
It originated from the Wu Clan, and the existence of the Wu Clan can be traced back to the ancient times of the God Realm.
It was an era when voodoo was rampant. The powerful Wu clan was causing chaos everywhere and even ensnared the gods as slaves. However, the Wu clan's ambitions remained undiminished and they intended to fight against the law of heaven and go against the will of heaven. In the end, they were severely punished by the rules of heaven.
The whole family was wiped out.
However, the terrible voodoo curse technique has been somewhat lost. It has been passed down. Although the essence cannot be cultivated, it is still very terrifying. This has also become a forbidden book in the divine world. Anyone who discovers the practice of voodoo curse will be
The whole clan was tortured and their heads fell to the ground. Even so, there were also wizards in the barbarian tribes in remote and remote areas.
The Spirit King is now almost certain that he must have been poisoned by the terrible voodoo poison. This is no small matter. How dare the Spirit King be careless. Sensing that the poisoner had begun to activate the curse, the Spirit King immediately guarded his mind.
After all, the voodoo curse is not intractable. As long as the body and spirit are strong and the mind is strong, it can be broken by itself. If the curse fails, the voodoo will be eliminated naturally.
"Jie Jie~ Spirit King, Spirit King, no matter how advanced your cultivation is, as long as I hold your life gate, you can never escape from my grasp!" The Blood God sneered ferociously, with a strange dark blood color.
The compass is now in hand.
Looking at this compass, it is clear that there are traces of time, and bursts of ancient evil breath are released inadvertently. A mysterious and long-lasting power seems to have awakened from hell.
Suddenly!
The Blood God flipped his hand and shook, and the compass was released, floating in the air above Princess Lingxin's head. He silently recited a mantra: "In the world of ten directions, from Tai Chi to the Netherworld, southeast, northwest, everywhere, there is no way to hide.
!”
Whoosh!~~
The compass suddenly began to rotate with great excitement, and waves of evil force that seemed to have awakened from hell opened the door to the devil in purgatory. Waves of ancient evil breath surged out like a vicious tide, pouring down and instantly
Princess Lingxin's whole body was enveloped.
"Ah!~"
Princess Lingxin screamed miserably, her delicate body twitching in pain.
The blood god's face was gloomy and extremely cold, and he said in a ferocious voice: "Turn to the left and the heaven and earth move, turn to the right and the sun and the moon shine, father and daughter connect their hearts, and their souls coexist in sacrifice."
Boom!~~
The compass danced, and the space exploded. There seemed to be blood, turning into a long rolling river, flowing around Princess Lingxin. One wave was higher than the other, and in the blink of an eye, the waves were surging and moving wildly.
Suddenly!
The blood light was bright, and the heads floating around seemed to come alive in the blood light, turning into countless shadow ghosts, constantly making chaotic screams like ghosts crying and howling, jumping and flying with the blood and light intertwined, like a devil's feast.
The next moment!
Zhou Fang was like entering the Nine Nether Hell, with ghosts and ghosts everywhere, demons flying around, all kinds of ferocious faces, cold smiles, pouring into Princess Lingxin's delicate body like excitement and hunger.
"Xin'er!?"
The Spirit King was forced to wake up again, with blue veins on his face, and black bloodshot threads in his palms, like ivy, began to spread from his palms and wrap around his entire arm.
Voodoo!
Voodoo curse!
The Spirit King has a high level of cultivation, so he naturally knows that the curse caster is using the hands of his daughter to curse him. Even though the Spirit King knows this, he can feel that the pain his daughter is suffering is real.
"Xin'er... it's my father who is sorry for you... but for the sake of millions of people... for the sake of all the people in the world... please forgive me for your selfishness..." The King of Spirits was in so much pain that he simply cut off all contact with the spirit.
The thoughts of Princess Xin, holding the Yuan back together, guarding the heart.
And in this void, there seems to be an invisible eye, paying attention to every move of the Spirit King at all times, and said with a sinister smile: "Spirit King! You are really heartless! I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long! Jie.
Jie!~"
Suddenly!
The evil compass was rotating faster and faster, and the torrent of blood, accompanied by countless demons and ghosts, crazily invaded along the center of Princess Lingxin's eyebrows.
These cruel and evil images were all transmitted to the Spirit King's mind through the air, and all kinds of vicious and terrifying negative evil forces crazily impacted the Soul King's heart and soul.
That moment!
It seemed that in the mind of the Spiritual King, a sea of purgatory fire was raging, and a familiar and dazzling figure was hanging in the sea of fire, crying desperately and helplessly.
"Father! Xin'er! I am Xin'er!~"
"Father! Xin'er is really in pain! Xin'er is really scared!"
"Father! Please, please save Xin'er!"
······
Xin'er Gesti screamed, and there were actually a group of devils holding reamers next to them. They licked the blood with their mouths and teeth, and used sharp reamers to cruelly cut off pieces of flesh and blood from the tender white body.
, appreciating the delicious food, he couldn't help but reveal a proud and ferocious smile.
"Ah!~Father! Father! Please! Xin'er please! Come and save Xin'er..." Princess Lingxin screamed in pain and despair. In the blink of an eye, she was completely covered with bruises and blood.
"No! Xin'er! Xin'er! Get away! Devil! You devils! Let go of your dirty claws! I will tear you into pieces!" The Spirit King screamed in pain and anger, knowing full well that it was an illusion.
, but the subconscious mind is resisting him.
Think about it!
Princess Lingxin was the most doted daughter of the Spirit King. No matter how hard-hearted the Spirit King was, he could not bear to watch his daughter suffer inhuman torture.
No matter how advanced a person's state of mind is, it is always a fatal fate. The technique of voodoo curse stimulates the most vulnerable side of the poisoned person's heart and keeps expanding it. Especially when coupled with the terrifying corrosive power of voodoo
, both body and soul were devastated and tortured.
The only weakness of the Spirit King is his dearest daughter.
Keep your mind steady! Your heart is like a rock!
The Spirit King kept reminding himself, but the pain in his heart kept resisting, and the black blood threads had slowly climbed up his shoulders. If the poisonous threads were forced into his heart and forehead, the curse would be successfully completed.
Yes!
The Spirit King knew that this was just an illusion, but as long as voodoo existed, the illusion could not be eliminated. He was even forced to appreciate the evolution of the illusion, but was powerless to stop it.
Just like that, Princess Lingxin was torn apart by swarms of demons, leaving her bloody bones exposed, but she still opened her hands desperately and painfully asking for help.
The devils around them were grinning ferociously, not even sparing the bones of Princess Lingxin, picking them off one by one, licking and biting them carefully.
Such cruel scenes were played over and over again in the Spirit King's mind like a loop projector.
Crying in despair and powerlessness, being eaten alive by the devil, and dying cruelly in front of the Soul King. These scenes are constantly happening in reincarnation, and one wave after another impacts the Soul King's spiritual defense.
It feels like that solid soul and moral compass are about to be touched...