Chapter 344 Curse Spirit

Morea first waved Auston, whose body became stiff under the pressure of the curse spirit, into the half plane, then stepped on the void, and looked very calmly at the demon that was enough to make ordinary mortals tremble. Shadow, and even the mood to look at it, reminds me of the fairy tale of the past life.

The ghost figure that appeared in this book of curses, in the story of talking to his previous life, the lamp god of Aladdin is somewhat like, the upper body is a real body, and the lower body is a smoke state connected to an item.

However, the end of Aladdin's lamp smoke is linked to a lamp, and the upper body in front of Morea is almost exactly the same as the ghost of the hell purgatory, and the end of the tail is connected to a metal book surrounded by black gas.

Moreover, the Aladdin Lamp God will fulfill any wish of the person who awakens it, but the one in front of Morea does not have enough strength and background, whoever provokes it will die.

"Quack! The ignorant and weak creature, is it you who want to be my master?" The curse spirit contained in the book of mourning the deceased looked at Morea maliciously, and the black air filled the air, making the surrounding blue sky and white clouds gradually become black.

Looking from the ground to where Muria is now in the sky, it is like a drop of ink falling into a beautiful and peaceful landscape painting, which is extremely discordant.

"Think?" Morea looked at the curse spirit in front of her with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, "I am your master now."

"Quack!" Hearing Morea's words, the hideous and terrifying Shadow laughed, as if he had heard some kind of joke, "Not even a legend, you still want to be my master, what an ignorant and ignorant sad creature. ."

"Qiang!" A harsh metal collision sounded, and Morea, who was ridiculed by the curse spirit, said nothing, took out the seven sins, and smashed it on its body, which was enveloped in black air, sparks splashing.

A deep knife mark appeared on the cover of the book of mourning the dead, and at the same time, the cursed spirit let out a shrill scream, the terrifying shadow was twisted, and even many positions collapsed into black qi.

"Be honest, obediently let me leave a mental mark."

"Roar! Damn ants." The curse spirit, which was slashed to death by Morea's knife, roared, and split into a thick black gas like a snake, rushing towards Moreya.

The curse spirit evolved from the book of mourning the dead. Its body is the book of curses. It should not have the touch of flesh and blood creatures such as pain, but Moria's weapon has the attribute of destroying souls. , let this spell spirit know what pain is for the first time.

"Idiot!" Seeing the black energy rushing towards him, Morea's face showed no fear, and did not make any defense or resistance. Even if he knew that these black qi were all kinds of curses.

hold head high! These black qi have not touched the figure of Morea,

A golden dragon king phantom appeared behind Morea, and with a roar from the sky, all the black energy dissipated, and the polluted blue sky and white clouds were instantly swept away.

Only curses that can harm the gods can take effect on Morea. Obviously, the Book of the Dead does not have such a level of curse. If there is, then it should not appear in Morea now. hands.

"What the hell are you?" Under the protection of the drop of Dragon King's blood in Morea's body, after the black qi split by the curse spirit dissipated, a scream that was even more shrill than before sounded.

"Your master!" Hearing this scream, Morea reached out and grabbed the cursed book. The spiritual power extended, ignoring its weak resistance, and logically left a spiritual imprint on it.

"Even if you leave a mark on my body, I will not obey you." Several black qi slowly rose from the book of curses and condensed into an illusory shadow of refining demons with great difficulty.

"Really?" Morea looked at the knife scar that was slowly creeping and healing on the metal cover, with a contemptuous smile on her face, then took the seven sins knife in her hand and cut it down again.

"Ow! Even if you destroy me, I will not yield to you. No one can control me. I want to be free."

"Yo, I didn't see it, a mere book spirit actually has the ideal of pursuing freedom." Hearing the idealistic words of the spell spirit, Morea's face showed admiration, and then the knife in his hand slashed again. Cut off, leaving a deep cut mark on the cover of the Book of Curses.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!"... A very regular slashing sound resounded in the sky, with a unique charm. At the beginning, every slashing was accompanied by a scream, and very tough words.

But gradually, the screaming turned into a feeble wailing, and those very tough words turned into begging for mercy.

"Master, don't cut it, if you cut it again, I'll really die." On the book of curses covered with knife marks, the condensed figure is almost transparent, and the body of the cursed spirit is not much bigger than a halfling. With a flattering look, he begged Moria for mercy.

"Don't you want to pursue freedom? For freedom, even if the spirit is wiped out, you will not hesitate." Morea squinted at this cursed spirit who could have started begging him for mercy long ago.

Never overestimate yourself. This curse spirit, after being slashed five times by Morea, gave up all morals and began to ask Moreya for mercy.

Every time the knife goes down, a part of existence will be wiped out. This kind of pain, as well as the fear of self-disappearance, cannot be endured by the curse spirit. It has never encountered an existence like Morea that can ignore its curse before.

If the curse is invalid, then it has no threat to Moreya, and it can't run away. It can only be cut by Moreya, and at the end, it can only beg for mercy.

"I don't want to be free anymore, master, I just want to continue to exist now." Without deception, the curse spirit faced Moreya and said the most real thoughts in its heart, that is, under Moreya's knife, the truth that just emerged idea.

"Would you like to be obedient?" Morea asked murderously with the Seven Sins Sword in hand. Looking at the posture, if something was wrong, he would cut it down mercilessly.

"I do." Cursed Lingtou nodded his head like garlic.

"Well, track the location of the scale masters." Morea waved out the five-color dragon scales that had not yet been found.

"No problem, master." The heavy book was opened, and the pages made of the skin of the refining demon were flipped, and dragon scales fell into it one after another, becoming a medium, so that the figure of their original owner could be seen. manifested in it.

Seeing the vivid and vigorous dragon shadows appearing on the pages one after another, a satisfied smile appeared on Morea's face.

"Do you want to curse these dragons? Master, I can let them die in pain and fear whenever you want."

"They are my slaves!"