Feng Wuji had previously been able to suppress the purple bead with the help of the tower spirit.
At this moment, due to the forced activation of the Taihuang Sealing Tower, his body was on the verge of reaching its limit.
This short-lived seal can no longer trap the purple beads!
Buzz!
The purple beads in his hand were trembling violently, as if they were alive.
Feng Wuji gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with horror.
This bead is not trying to escape!
But I want to get into his body!
call out!
The strange purple light blooming from the purple beads is like a hungry beast, instinctively craving for flesh and blood.
These purple lights, which contained a fierce aura, were as sharp as knives, and were trying hard to stab into Feng Wuji's palm.
Clang clang clang!
The sound of gold and iron actually sounded from his left hand.
However, this purple light could not penetrate the skin of Feng Wuji's palm, and it trembled even more violently, as if he was very anxious.
"It seems... this bead seems to have noticed that you are weak now and wants to take over your body."
Zu Huo hesitated for a moment and said slowly.
"What?!"
Feng Wuji's eyes narrowed and he said angrily:
"Before I had time to refine it, it actually came up with my idea first?!"
Zu Huo smiled and said:
"After all, it's a treasure from the real hell. It's a bit weird, but it's reasonable."
"This bead contains extremely huge evil power. If you can use it all, that would be amazing! What a pity..."
Feng Wuji's expression changed and he asked:
"What a pity?!"
Zu Huo said lazily:
"The ferocious power is not something your human race's weak bodies can withstand!"
"Even the monsters born and raised in hell must be careful when absorbing the evil power."
"but……"
Breathing loudly while talking!
Feng Wuji was speechless, this boring old guy was teasing him again.
"But your body, which has been polished by the Taihuang Ba Huang Jue, can barely bear it!"
Zu Huo's tone suddenly became serious:
"But little guy, you must be careful. The most terrifying thing about the evil force is that it can affect your sanity!"
"If you sink in, your consciousness will eventually be wiped out and you will become a ferocious beast that only knows how to kill!"
Feng Wuji's heart trembled, he looked at the purple bead in his left hand that was about to move, and nodded solemnly.
He was about to continue asking Zu Huo some questions when his expression suddenly changed.
boom!
An extremely violent aura rose from the ground to the sky and headed straight for him!
It's coming menacingly, as evil as a ghost!
It's Zhao Wu!
"careful!"
Zu Huo hurriedly reminded him.
brush!
Zhao Wu waved his arm suddenly, and a ghost claw suddenly appeared in the air, carrying a shrill cry, completely covering Feng Wuji's figure.
Feng Wuji suddenly raised his head, clenched his right fist, forcibly mobilized his nearly exhausted Yuanli, and faced him with a Bahuang Fist!
boom!
The fists and claws fought together, and the fierce wind spread wildly.
Feng Wuji's right arm trembled, and he felt an unusual stinging pain. He could only grit his teeth and hold on.
"Damn it!"
boom!
The golden flames on Ba Huang's fist could no longer hold on and suddenly dissipated. This ghost claw fiercely grabbed Feng Wuji's chest and knocked him down from the air.
The extremely cold claw strength was like the Nine Nether Gang Wind, raging crazily in his body.
boom!
Feng Wuji fell to the ground, creating a deep pit in the ground.
After a while, he grabbed the rock with his right hand and stood up reluctantly, his face extremely pale.
"Brother Feng!"
Waves of exclamations came from behind, and Xia Qi and others' expressions changed.
Along the way, this was the first time I saw Feng Wuji suffer such a huge loss.
"It's strange, Mr. Feng seems to be at the end of his tether!"
"Well...he doesn't have much physical strength left now. It seems that Zhao Anfu's self-destruction is still of some use!"
"But Zhao Wu, I think, is running out of gas. He has already opened the second tomb, and his end will definitely be miserable."
Someone's eyes suddenly lit up, they tried their best to suppress the smile at the corner of their mouth, and said happily:
"If these two people work together like this, wouldn't that make it easier for me?!"
"They are about to lose their fighting power!"
"It seems that we can still fight for the ownership of the exotic treasure!"
Originally, after seeing Feng Wuji's appalling methods, everyone had given up on the idea of exotic treasures.
But now the snipe and the clam are fighting, and both sides suffer.
This made their minds active again, and they all wanted to be fishermen!
For a while, many people had strange eyes and some were ready to make a move.
After Zhao Wu knocked Feng Wuji to the ground, he did not pursue the victory. He stood blankly in the air, his expression sometimes ferocious, sometimes miserable, sometimes excited!
He suddenly covered his head and started wailing, roaring with murderous intent towards Feng Wuji.
"Kill you……"
"kill!!!"
Zhao Wu had a splitting headache, and the dark claws on his hands were grabbing his head with great force, as if he wanted to scratch his head.
"Open...the last tomb..."
"Let...me...out!"
He suddenly used a very strange voice and spoke extremely strange words.
Everyone was shocked by his appearance.
"Master Zhao, what is this?!"
"My consciousness is disordered. I may not be able to hold on anymore."
The bearded Zhu Hong licked the corner of his mouth excitedly and said with a sinister smile:
"be prepared!"
"Once the two of them fall, the ownership of this rare treasure will depend on their own methods."
Click, click, click!
There was a strange sound of bones moving on Zhao Wu's body.
He suddenly stopped wailing and became expressionless for a moment, as if his head no longer hurt!
And on his livid face, the third magic pattern was flashing.
When an old man saw this scene, he was so frightened that he died and shouted:
"No! He wants to open the third tomb of Senluo's Three Tomb Curse!"
"The devil inside him is going to take him away!"
"Everyone, stop him quickly, or we will all die!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked!
Previously, Zhao Wu only opened the first tomb, and his strength was already the best among all, second only to Feng Wuji.
Now that Feng Wuji has no fighting power, if he opens the third tomb at this moment and releases the fierce ghost...
Everyone trembled suddenly and did not dare to think about it again!
"Do it now!"
The old man from earlier shouted angrily and took the lead in raising his sword light and slashing at Zhao Wu.
When he was young, he witnessed the destruction of the Senluo Sect with his own eyes, and he was extremely aware of the ferocity of the Senluo Fierce Ghost!
call out!
The rest of the people also used their combat skills to attack Zhao Wu.
But Zhao Wu still showed no reaction to this, as if he was not the target of the attack.
He just raised his trembling right hand, touched his eyebrows, and left his last words:
"Kill...Feng Wuji...take the exotic treasure...let...my people go!"
The next moment, a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he laughed:
"no problem!"
"Hahahahaha, finally, free!"
boom!
The third magic pattern on his face suddenly shattered, his aura was rising violently, and a dark and ferocious horn sprouted from his head.
I saw him stretching out his hand and waving lightly.
Everyone's attacks were like fallen leaves swept by the wind, withering one after another.
"It's over...it's too late!"
The old man from before looked at this scene and shouted in despair.
There is no more Zhao Wu in the world!
There is only one fierce ghost left, and it is about to devour everyone!