Five hundred and fiftieth chapters method to lift the curse
After he fell from the air, he was caught by Anderson and the two two-horned demons. As the demonic power surged out, the big hole in his chest that was pierced by the silver shuttle was rapidly healing.
Chen Hao ignored it and looked at the hell flame that had almost reached the nanometer level with his spiritual consciousness.
If you were an ordinary monk in the late stage of Qi refining, even if you could see such a tiny flame of hell, there would be nothing you could do about it, because the magic power simply cannot penetrate to such a tiny level.
But Chen Hao is different. He has reached the peak state of the late Mahayana. His control of magic power has reached the level of proficiency. With a thought, the magic power turns into countless fine and subtle restrictions, sinking into the depths of flesh and blood, wrapping up the flames of hell.
The pain disappeared immediately.
Chen Hao transformed his magic power into the power of Five Elements Wood, which spread all over his body. The burned areas healed quickly and new flesh and blood grew.
But this is treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. As long as the flames of hell are not extinguished, the problem will not be solved.
Furthermore, his mana was being consumed all the time to resist the burning hell flames. Although Chen Hao stood still, he was equivalent to fighting with all his strength against others.
When the mana is exhausted, all you can do is wait for death.
Chen Hao did not panic and thought calmly.
"Marcus's power is not stronger than mine. I can easily extinguish the hell flames on his body, but I cannot extinguish the hell flames produced by his curse. This is abnormal."
"From Master's memory, if this happens, it means that there is something special in the hell flame, like phosphorus fire that cannot be extinguished with water."
"Then what I have to do is to zoom in or go deep into the microcosm, discover what is contained in the hell flame, and then find a way to crack it."
"Of course, these demons must be dealt with before cracking it!"
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Thinking of this, Chen Hao thought, activated the silver shuttle, and shot towards Marcus and other demons.
The faces of Anderson and the two two-horned demons changed greatly.
They thought that Chen Hao was cursed and would soon be burned to ashes by the flames of hell. Unexpectedly, Chen Hao acted like a normal person and was able to take the initiative to attack.
This is too powerful!
Marcus was quite calm and said loudly: "He has been cursed by me. There is no way he will be fine. He must be struggling to death now. As long as we can survive, he will be dead!"
As he spoke, the blazing hell flames ignited all over his body. He raised his hand and a huge flame claw grabbed the silver shuttle fiercely.
boom!
The silver shuttle instantly smashed the giant flame claw into pieces, but the speed also slowed down.
Anderson and the two two-horned demons also released hell flames and attacked the silver shuttle.
The silver shuttle was immediately beaten and flickered, and its speed became even slower.
Chen Hao had no intention of spending time with them. With a thought in his mind, a colorful light flashed, and a seven-colored sword appeared in front of him instantly.
He stretched out his finger, and the seven-color swords immediately formed a seven-color sword array, spinning with overwhelming power and killing the four demons fiercely.
Marcus' pupils contracted violently.
He was seriously injured when a silver shuttle penetrated his body. Although he used the power of demons to recover from his injuries, his strength was greatly reduced. He and Anderson and other demons were already trying their best to deal with a silver shuttle.
Those seven long swords of different colors are extremely powerful at first glance. Not to mention that his strength is weakening now, even in his heyday, he may not be an opponent.
Isn't Chen Hao at the end of his strength and almost unable to hold on anymore? Why can he still use such powerful means?
"Run!"
Marcus didn't have the time to think about the answer, so he yelled, turned around and ran away.
Anderson and the two two-horned demons also panicked, tried their best, and fled in all directions.
But the speed of the seven-colored sword array was so fast that it flew close in an instant, and the two two-horned demons were swept into the sword array and chopped into pieces.
The sword formation did not stop and quickly caught up with Anderson.
Anderson was heartbroken and shouted wildly: "Chen Hao, I surrender to you, don't kill me!"
At this moment, he extremely regretted seeking revenge from Chen Hao.
Unfortunately, it's too late to regret.
The sword array mercilessly strangled him into countless pieces of flesh and blood, which were scattered from the air to the sea.
The seven-color sword array continues to hunt Marcus.
While Marcus was flying with all his strength, he fired hell flames from his backhand to block the seven-color sword formation.
But it was useless. The Seven-Colored Sword Formation was Chen Hao's trump card second only to the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower. Even if he encountered a monk in the early stages of foundation building, he would be killed without any suspense, let alone him.
The flames of hell were torn apart by the terrifying sword energy before they even got close, turning into nothingness.
The two are quickly approaching.
Marcus knew he couldn't escape, so he shouted in despair: "Don't you want to lift the curse?"
Chen Hao's voice came from far away: "You tell me how to relieve it, and I will spare your life."
Marcus said: "Please let me go first before I can tell you."
Chen Hao sneered and stretched out his finger.
Whoosh!
The Qingfeng Sword instantly shot out from the sword formation, piercing Marcus's body at an unparalleled speed.
Blood splattered out.
Marcus screamed, and just as he was about to stretch out his claws to pull out the Qingfeng sword, six other sharp swords flew over and pierced his limbs and wings respectively.
Marcus screamed wildly, and his huge body fell to the sky. After falling rapidly, he hit the sea with a loud bang.
Chen Hao flew over, landed slowly, and stood a few meters above the sea. He said coldly: "You are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me. Hand over the method to lift the curse immediately, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"
Marcus lay on the sea, his face full of pain.
After being stabbed by the seven-color sword, not only was he unable to use the power of the devil, but the powerful sword intention was eroding his body and consciousness bit by bit.
He endured the tearing pain and said: "If you want to lift the curse, you must follow me back to hell."
Chen Hao frowned: "Go back to hell?"
Marcus said: "Yes, the curse I issued contains the original power of hell, which cannot be lifted in the human world. Only by entering hell and finding a high-level demon can the original power be taken out of your body."
Chen Hao sneered: "When I enter hell as a human, it's like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. How can the demon inside lift the curse for me?"
Marcus said: "I will ask the demons I know for help. Other than that, there is no other way, unless you can find angels and let them use sacred power to purify the origin of hell in your body, which can also get rid of the curse."
Chen Hao didn't say anything. He asked Marcus how to lift the curse. He just wanted to know what was contained in the hell flame of the curse and whether it could be easier to lift. If it was as troublesome as Marcus said, there was no need at all.
If the cultivation system cannot even lift the curse of a primary demon, then there is no need to exist.
Marcus thought he was worried and comforted him: "Don't worry, my life is in your hands. Even if I return to hell, I must ensure your safety."
He said this in his mouth, but he sneered in his heart: When I return to hell, it will be my world. See how I can retaliate against you!