boom--

The entire space was filled with billions of cursed power, shrinking and solidifying wildly, forming a huge palm print, which disappeared without a trace in a flash.

...

Burial Sect.

Hunsha widened his eyes and dared not relax at all. He carefully felt the curse breath rippling in the air, and his heart felt more than once.

Although I could only sense a little breath, I could still detect too much content from it. I am worthy of being the Great Elder. One of the strongest people in my sect cursed. This curse killing power is really terrifying. I am afraid that even people in the imperial realm may not be able to resist it.

Concentrating on his mind and understanding, his many confusions in his practice quietly dissipated while feeling this breath, and his thoughts became unprecedentedly clear.

Although Soul Sha really hopes that this process can be maintained forever so as to improve his cultivation, it has been too long for the great elder to cast a curse. As soon as this thought came out, Soul Sha’s heart felt a sense of terror. He was completely immersed in his perception and did not pay attention to the passage of time, but after a little calculation, he knew that half an hour had passed...

With the cultivation level of the Great Elder, how could it take so long to curse and kill a mere monk? Could it be that something unexpected happened?

Hunsha hurriedly raised his head, his eyes fell on Hungu. Sure enough, he noticed a gloomy look on his face, and the dense sweat beads on his forehead looked particularly dazzling.

This...how is this possible!

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded, and it seemed particularly clear in this quiet environment.

Soul Fight was awakened from his perception, and a gloom flashed in his eyes. What does Soul Sha mean? I deliberately made a sound to interrupt his perception. Are you afraid that he would gain too much and threaten his status?

But when he turned his eyes, he saw him looking at the field with a horror. The soul fighting looked puzzled. He couldn't help but grow up even after following his eyes.

The curse power wrapped in the storage ring was now forcibly broken. The phantom of Mo Yu floating above the storage ring seemed to have a little dark gray in his eyes, as if he was looking at them coldly.

"ah!"

The low roar of pain in his ears made the soul fight shudder suddenly. He suddenly turned around and saw that the unparalleled great elder had bleeding all over his body. Countless cracks spread all over his body. The bright red blood gushed out quickly turned black and emitted a foul stench like a rotten corpse.

Curse backfire!

The soul battle suddenly sweated like rain, and the Great Elder's curse failed... and what was even more terrifying was that it actually triggered a backlash explosion.

At this moment, he didn't know what he thought of, deep fear surged in his eyes, and he subconsciously took a step back under his feet.

Hun Gu suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which became like a beast because of the pain, fell on him. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it. The soul fight had no power to resist at all, so he had already taken it directly into his hand.

"No! The elder, don't kill me!" Soulfight screamed in horror.

The black blood flowed on Hun Gu's face, and the surge of backlash curse power made the blood and flesh on his face rot quickly, revealing the gradually darkened bones. He let out a low growl, "In order to save my life, I can only sacrifice you first!"

"The curse backfires, bloodline transfers!"

As he fell, the fighting he grabbed in his hand suddenly started to wail in pain. In a blink of an eye, his body rotted into a pool of sticky black juice, and his soul was also destroyed.

With the soul battle sharing most of the backlash power, the decay of the soul ancient body stopped immediately, but the injury still could not be recovered. It looked like a rotten corpse crawling out of the ground, hideous and terrifying.

But at this moment, he had no time to breathe a sigh of relief. The sky above his head suddenly shattered, and a huge palm print poked out from it, pressing here with a terrifying aura.

This sudden change immediately attracted the attention of countless monks of the Burial Curse Sect. After everyone was stunned, they felt endless anger!

No one has ever dared to provoke such a presumptuous provocation to the Burial Sect, never!

No matter who the person who takes action is, he will pay the price he must bear for his stupid behavior today!

"Who is the one who dares to come to my burial of the Curse Sect to cause trouble and seek death!"

As the roar was roaring, a powerful man from the peak of the King's rank, soared into the sky, raised his hand and punched him hard.

But soon, he screamed in horror, his figure retreated out in a panic, but his body quickly grew old, and finally he could not fall from mid-air.

And in just a few breaths, all the cultivators of the Burial Curse Sect who rushed out angryly seemed to be kicked up. Their figure stopped suddenly and looked at the falling palm prints, revealing deep fear.

They witnessed everything just now. When the Soul Proud God King punched the palm print, a cursive force came directly to cover him. He retreated very quickly when he saw that the opportunity was not good, and his reaction was quick, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being cursed.

Such terrifying curse power even caused their consciousness to be confused. Damn, who is the real cultivator of the Burial Curse Sect?

The palm print seems to be very slow, but the landing speed is extremely fast, which drives the Yuan power of heaven and earth to rush and make a "rumbling" earth-shaking loud noise. Wherever you pass, the void is directly annihilated, forming a straight black thick line, just like a wolf's brush dipped ink and then slashed from top to bottom!

The elder's eyes contracted violently, and he felt uncontrollable fear. He was not unfamiliar with the curse aura emitted by the palm print... This was a counterattack against him! Even when he was completely victorious, he might not be able to block this palm print, not to mention that he was suffering from the curse backlash at this time and was seriously injured.

At this moment, a man suddenly appeared in the air. His majestic face was slightly pale. He looked up at the palm print, and his eyes were filled with solemnity. Without any warning, the man raised his hand and slapped it upwards. Another huge palm print suddenly appeared, with an extremely terrifying aura, and he met him fiercely.

The earth-shaking loud noise was like a sudden explosion of thunder. The violent power burst out instantly, shattering the entire sky of the planet. In the Burial Curse Sect, countless weak cultivators were directly shocked and seriously injured, either bleeding blood from their mouths and noses, or fainting directly on the ground.

The man's figure suddenly sank dozens of meters, his face turned extremely ugly, and he growled: "I don't know who the fellow Taoist takes action, can you bully me, everyone in the Burial Curse Sect?" The angry voice, with the blessing of powerful power, echoed between heaven and earth, but received no response.

After a while, he frowned, turned to look at Hun Gu on the top of the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Great Elder, what happened?" This man was the leader of the Burial Curse Sect, the super strong man in the Divine Emperor Realm!

Hun Gu's face was bitter and did not dare to hide anything. He told the whole story of what had just happened, and said with a look of gratitude: "Fortunately, the sect leader took action, otherwise I would be in danger today."

The face of the soul sky was as deep as water, and the palm hidden in the sleeves of the robe couldn't help but twitch. A gray force hovered in his palm, causing the flesh and blood to rot continuously, which was difficult to remove for a while. To resist the falling palm print, even if he was a super strong man in the imperial level, he still paid some price!

After hearing Qinghungu's story, Huntian wanted to strangle Hun Kun to death with his own hands. He died without opening his eyes, but he pushed the sect to such an embarrassing situation, with such a powerful enemy under the tree.

Today's events are so powerful that they will inevitably be unable to hide. If the Burial Curse Sect cannot be attacked and eliminated from the cultivation of killing Soul Kun, the reputation will definitely be ruined and may even lead to a series of vicious results.

This is absolutely not allowed!

It seems that this matter needs to be done with the ancestor.

Huntian made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "Where is the medium of casting the curse and killing, come immediately."

Before Hun Gu turned around and searched, a weak voice sounded, "Report to the sect leader, the elder, the disciple just saw the curse and killing media storage ring disappearing, and it seemed to have been taken away..."

Hunsha's face was pale. After witnessing the death of Soul Fight with his own eyes, his mind was still immersed in fear, but at this moment he had to speak.

Hun Gu's face changed and he hurriedly dissipated his mind. Sure enough, he could no longer notice the breath of the storage ring.

Seeing his expression on his face, Huntian's heart sank and his face became even more ugly.

Without the guidance of the media, even if the ancestor's magic power is so powerful that he may not be able to lock in that person's whereabouts... But even if he knows that the possibility may be slim, he still has to try it out with all his might.

Since such a terrible enemy is destined to be an ending of death, it must be eradicated as soon as possible!

He turned around and took a step forward, and his figure disappeared.

...

A moment later, the figure of Huntian appeared in front of an ancient mirror, imprinted all the information into a blank jade slip, and bounced his fingers towards the ancient mirror.

The jade slip collided with the mirror, and layers of ripples appeared, and then they disappeared.

He did not leave, but just stood quietly, waiting for the outcome of the matter.

Soon, the surface of the ancient mirror fluctuated again, and a blurred face appeared. The old voice slowly rang here, "This person has the protection of a strong man to cover up the line of fate, and I cannot lock in his breath, but I have sensed it, you will meet him soon."
Chapter completed!