Chapter 713: The Curse Enters the Body

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At this moment, the sinister wind howled in the Holy Land of the Six Flood Flood Dragons, and ghost shadows filled the sky, covering the sky above the Holy Land, as if a ghostly creature was spawning, children screamed, women and children were terrified, and even a strong man felt the blood in his body was freezing.

"The ghosts dare to cause trouble!"

In an instant, the Lord of the Six Flood Dragons roared furiously, and behind him appeared the figure of the Six Flood Flood Saint Dragons, engulfed by a blue river that manifested behind him, and the laws converged and converged, all gathered in his palm, and blasted towards the black clouds in the sky above.

boom!

Facing the all-out attack from the peak of the Holy Spirit, a ferocious phantom appeared from the dark clouds floating above, surrounded by miserable green ghost flames.

As soon as it appeared, an indescribably terrifying aura radiated out, and the phantom opened its mouth wide, devouring the void around the Holy Master Six Flood Dragons at once.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the evil ghost devoured the sky and devoured the earth, and completely absorbed the six holy masters and their attacks into the big mouth. With the terrible ghost cry, all the ghosts in the world were reborn.

hold head high!

At this moment, in the depths of the holy land far away, a dragon chant resounded, and the blue light was like lightning, tearing apart the sky, passing through the dark clouds, and the phantom was torn into two halves by the blue light in an instant, followed by the attack of the Six Flood Lords. The figure fell from the sky.

With lingering fear in his heart, he fled towards the distance, wisps of black air lingered all over his body, and every strand of black air turned into a ferocious dragon, spitting out blood.

"Holy Lord."

At this moment, the powerhouses of the Six Flood Flood Holy Land appeared one by one around the Six Flood Flood Lord, but they did not get too close. The black air flow was everywhere and could not be crushed at all, like tarsal maggots, biting They don't let go.

"Old Ancestor."

Regardless of other things, the Holy Lord of the Six Flood Dragons headed towards the center of the holy land. The curse of the black cloud was obviously aimed at his holy land of the Six Flood Flood Dragons, and the blood of the Holy Dragon of the Six Flood Flood Dragons was bound.

In a short period of time, the black clouds suspended in the sky continuously sprinkled strands of black smoke, each strand was like a strand of hair, so densely packed that it was impossible to count them, they headed towards various parts of the Holy Land.

The black silk threads are all-pervasive, as long as they are living in this wasteland, they are all the targets of the black threads, and every strand of black silk thread is filled with a foul smell.

Like dried blood stains, the combination of dark red and black makes people vomit.

Wherever the people of the Liujiao tribe gather, there will inevitably be clusters of dense black mist in the sky, overlapping inside, ghosts looming one after another, ghost cries endlessly, piercing and hard to cover, resounding through the void.

In the center of the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons, the Holy Master of the Six Flood Dragons led the elders to the depths of the ancestral land, and was blocked by a cloud of blue divine light.

Above the clouds transformed by the cyan divine light, the phantom of a six-floor holy dragon loomed, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, whistling the wind.

Seeing this scene, all the people in the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, with piety in their eyes.

"The great ancestors appeared, and the ghosts haunted them. Please ask the ancestors to appear holy and protect the descendants."

The voice of the Holy Lord of the Six Flood Dragons did not cover up, but exhausted all his strength and spread throughout the entire holy land. Immediately, ghosts raged on his back. The people of the Six Flood Dragons who were still in a state of consciousness crawled towards the direction of the ancestral land one after another, piously calling With the ancestors of the six dragons.

hold head high!

In the sky above the center of the ancestral land, the blue light was as hazy as a great river hanging across the sky, the vast dragon power swept across the four directions, and the blue light turned into sharp long swords, slashing in all directions.

In an instant, the Yin Qi and the blue light collided, as if cooking with oil on fire, extremely brutal.

Under the aura of the blue light sword, one after another of Yin Qi was cut off, and finally headed towards the black cloud hanging in the uppermost sky. In the black cloud, bound a Six-Flood Sacred Dragon, which belonged to the blood of the Six-Flood Sacred Land.

Clang~!

In the blue light that filled the sky, the Six Flood Dragon roared, holding two extremely long swords under the dragon's claws, and slashed towards the black clouds.

Huh~!

At the same time, among the black clouds, ghostly shadows loomed all over the sky, and a figure slowly rose up, wearing a crown and gorgeous robes, with empty eyes, looking in the direction of the ancestral land of the Six Flood Dragons.

"Da Qi~"

With a soft groan, the phantom of Young Master Daqi stretched out his big hand, facing the two sword lights that fell, and grabbed it.

Kaka~!

Accompanied by the shattering sound resounding all around, the two green dragon swords controlled by the six sacred dragons shattered inch by inch in the eyes of everyone.

"The six dragons are weaker than before."

puff!

At this moment, the blue light of the Six Flood Dragon's ancestral land shattered inch by inch, and the divine form of the Six Flood Flood Dragon also dispersed like a cloud of smoke, revealing a figure with three heads.

Jiao Tianlong's figure staggered backwards, and the dragon head in the middle opened his eyes for a while, his blue pupils showed horror, staring at the phantom of the young master Daqi in the black mist.

Liujiao is indeed in decline even more than Wannian. Even if they don't want to admit it, this is a reality they have to face, and the Holy Land will be defeated again.

"What should come will always come."

After a while, Jiao Tianlong came back to his senses, and he understood everything when he saw Young Master Daqi, the cause of the year, the result of today, Daqi came to take revenge.

God knows what the Daqi Dead Clan has experienced for so many years, even the ancestral blood god can't suppress it.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound in the void, as if ice water had been poured into boiling oil. When Master Daqi waved his palm, a ripple appeared in the black cloud, the void began to twist, and the sky was filled with cloudy energy like huge waves Generally, it rushes in all directions.

"It's me who thinks highly of you."

"Let's go."

"With the remnants of my dead family, I curse the blood of your ancestors to be exhausted from generation to generation and die like dust."

Seeing this scene, Jiao Tianlong's expression changed. He stepped out and blocked the black cloud. However, the ripples were still spreading, and there were countless ghosts floating in it, heading towards the clansmen of the six holy lands below. Hit inside.

"From now on, the Holy Land will be closed."

A body mixed with dragon chants affected the surrounding area, and before the Six-Flood Lord and the others could react, the Flood Dragon had turned into a three-headed Flood Dragon and rushed towards the black cloud.

Looking at the attacking Flood Dragon, Young Master Daqi showed a terrifying smile, and let the Flood Dragon crash into it, and then the black clouds all over the sky exploded, turning into thousands of black threads, which fell into the bottom like electricity in an instant Among the figures.

Death is not scary, it is scary to watch him die slowly, he wants the people of the Six Flood Dragon Sons to live in fear and die in fear.

"Old Ancestor!"

In mid-air, Jiao Tianlong's body was half covered in black, and he fell from mid-air, with a look of panic in his pupils.

"King of ghosts and ghosts~"

"Seal the mountain, quickly seal the mountain!"

...

Longbo Holy Land.

"Kill~"

boom! boom! boom!

On the desolate land, rounds of blazing golden suns swept across the sky, golden crows crowed in the void, blazing golden lights intertwined and formed, and the sky fire descended from the sky, flooding the sky and the earth like a rain of fire.

All the giants whose bodies were made of divine gold all waved their fists and bombarded the black clouds floating above, and the blazing golden light burned away the yin energy in the sky.

Bang! Bang!

A small golden world floated behind Longbo Shenhou, surrounded by golden divine fire, blasting towards the phantom of Jingchou in the black cloud.

As the terrifying divine light splashed, masculine vigor pierced through the void, and the sky was filled with clanging fire, and the entire holy land of Longbo had been covered.

This is a big melee. The giants of Longbo Holy Land all made their moves together. Nine Suns, Zhiyang, and Ziyang Dao Yun and Laws all appeared at the same time, as if the Golden Crow had disintegrated, covering the entire Holy Land. gold.

"Curse, let the remnants die!"

"Kill, I was able to kill you once back then, and I can still kill you now."

"The ghosts are raging, and the souls should have been scattered!"

It has to be said that facing the dragon bo giant clan with blazing blood in their bodies, the cold aura has completely met its nemesis.

But above the holy land of Longbo, the phantom of the young master Daqi was hidden in the black mist, watching the golden fireballs constantly attacking below, there was not much panic in his eyes.

Although Dongtian Holy Land participated in the encirclement and suppression of Daqi Royal Court back then, to be honest, the main force was Great Yin Royal Court. After all, there was no king in charge, and Dongtian Holy Land could only be a vassal in front of Great Yin Royal Court.

But it has to be said that Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs. The Holy Land of Dongtian was nothing when King Jingtian was alive, but when King Jingtian was gone, the Holy Land of Dongtian became the last bargaining chip to crush Daqi.

Despite the sea of ​​flames that filled the sky, Young Master Daqi only guarded the black clouds that were hundreds of feet in size, wisps of black smoke drifted between the sky and the earth. Suddenly, it fell into the bodies of the Longbo tribe and the mixed-blood tribe.

"Great ghost king, the humble servant needs your mighty power to descend."

The next moment, Jingchou crawled down, his head touched the ground and his buttocks were pouted, completely in the attitude of a slave.

As the ghosts and gods of the Nether World, they are powerful and have countless spiritual thoughts. As long as there are enough sacrifices, the ghosts and gods don't mind sending out a strand of thoughts to descend.

"Ok."

In an instant, Young Master Daqi, who was crawling down, trembled and groaned in pain. A wisp of black air emerged from his body. Under this wisp of black air, his whole body was weathered and shattered, revealing There is a white skeleton.

In order for the clone to appear in the three great caves, he has deliberately found another skeleton over the years and attached it with consciousness to perform the technique of clone.

"I am willing to surrender piously under the throne of ghosts and ghosts."

Jingchou's voice was like the howling of a wild beast, mixed with howling, suppressing his own tyranny, and the black energy emanating from him spilled out towards the outside.

Faced with the blazing power of the Nine Suns and the Supreme Sun, these black qi no longer melted. Instead, they passed through the power of the Supreme Sun and entered the bodies of the members of the Longbo Holy Land.

The moment it entered the body of the Longbo tribe, the black air turned into a cocoon, and tentacles of black air grew out one after another, grabbing the internal organs, limbs, bones, flesh and bones, and began to absorb blood to nourish the big cocoon.

Black light overflowed from the surface of the cocoon, and a black and blue rune appeared vaguely. The rune loomed above an ancient sky, and in the haze, there was an indistinct stalwart figure lying high in the nine layers of time and space.

"The curse enters the body!"

Suddenly, a member of the Longbo tribe yelled, and this scene gave the prostrate Young Master Daqi a sense of pleasure.