Chapter 837 The Power of the Curse

Li Yong couldn't keep up with one movement, so he was punched by Sima Bing. The power of this punch was enough to split a stele and crack a stone, but it hit the spiritual mask around Li Yong's body, but it didn't cause any harm to Li Yong.

"Is it an iron cloth shirt? Is it a golden bell cover? It's interesting to have such hard work at such a young age." Sima Bing was slightly surprised. He thought that one punch could severely wound Li Yong, but Li Yong was fine.

Li Yonglue sensed it, and found that Sima Bing beat him with such force, even if he was beaten for three years, he would not be hurt at all.

This is a mask of spiritual power formed by a drop of psychic liquid, because the psychic liquid is so scarce that Li Yong is reluctant to use more.

What he didn't expect was that this drop of spiritual energy mask was enough to protect him from any harm.

What ghost king? What god-level powerhouse? That's all.

"Scared! Haha..."

Li Yong smiled triumphantly, and stopped dodging, but stood there stiffly, allowing Sima Bing to punch several times in a row. As a result, as he guessed, there was no injury at all, and he didn't even feel any pain.

The spiritual mask was still as hard as a bully, like an invisible armor, protecting him tightly.

This made him completely relieved.

However, Sima Bing was enraged by this all of a sudden, and he suddenly took a deep breath, and then his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The original appearance of about 1.7 meters, instantly reached about two meters.

The clothes on his body were tightly strung on his body, how long it had been torn, and pieces of tendons were clearly visible. The fist was clenched violently, and the arm seemed to be thicker than Li Yong's thigh.

"The first form of the Ghost King's Fury Fist, broken." Sima Bing raised his fist the size of a washbasin, brought wisps of soul-devouring black energy, and slammed it on Li Yong's spiritual mask.

boom.

The spiritual power mask suddenly emitted a bright light, abruptly blocking the punch.

However, part of the power of the spiritual mask was also consumed. As soon as Li Yonglue sensed it, he realized that this punch had at least as much power as Sima Bing had fought for half a year before his transformation.

In other words, a spiritual mask can only block about six punches from Sima Bing.

"Damn it." Li Yong immediately became nervous, because if Sima Bing kept hitting him like raindrops like just now, he wouldn't have enough spiritual liquid at all.

he doesn't want to

Standing here was beaten to death by Sima Bing.

So, after Sima Bing's transformation, when he punched the second time furiously, he seized the opportunity and without any defense, he rushed forward suddenly, swung Shi Ying with his body bent, and stabbed Sima Bing viciously in the lower abdomen .

"Ah..." Sima Bing let out a scream and retreated again and again. There was a hole in the neat shirt, and black blood slowly flowed down. His body, which was more than two meters tall after transformation, suddenly began to shrink.

It quickly returned to its original appearance. Although the wound on the abdomen became smaller, the blood of ink still flowed continuously, staining the pure white underwear into black.

He touched a handful of black blood, put it in front of his mouth, licked it, smiled sinisterly, and then said: "Even missiles can't hurt me. Your weapon is so terrifying."

"You know how powerful you are!" Li Yong had a victor's expression on his face, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue. Because the little golden dragon was in his dantian spiritual sea, he shouted again: "Master, be careful, the curse is coming."

"That's all." Sima Bing sneered, and suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Wolf, what are you waiting for? Curse him to death."

The skull in the air suddenly spun at a high speed, and then turned into a dense black cloud, which suddenly landed and surrounded Li Yong. Li Yong suddenly felt that there were all kinds of souls in the black cloud, and these souls bore all kinds of negative emotions into his body like maggots.

If it wasn't for the protection of a layer of spiritual power around his body, he might be swallowed by these souls in an instant.

His soul will be bitten by these souls, and he will be insane, crazy and stupid until he dies.

It turned out that the curse was so evil, Li Yong was horrified when he thought of that way of death.

"Wonderful, really wonderful." Just when he was terrified, Xiao Jinlong suddenly patted his paws and cheered: "It turns out that the spiritual power mask can also block the power of curses, which saves me trouble and effort. Why don't I Do you know? I must have known it before, but I just didn't remember it for a while. Master, don't be angry!"

"My memory has only recovered one ten-thousandth of it for the time being. When I slowly wake up, I will definitely help you even more. Master, do you know that I was going to fight this evil curse power for 300 rounds?" Even if I die in battle, I still want to protect you from surviving. Now, with the mask of spiritual power, it saves me effort, hahaha..."

Laughing and laughing, Xiao Jinlong suddenly exclaimed again: "Ah...Master, the mask of spiritual power is about to break, hurry up, increase the power of the mask! These cursed powers can easily destroy you soul."

Li Yongyuan discovered it earlier than Xiao Jinlong, and his spiritual thoughts are always in touch with the spiritual power mask.

As soon as he had a thought, another drop of spiritual liquid was poured into the spiritual power mask. The light was dim and the spiritual power mask that might be broken at any time stabilized in an instant, and the light shone like a constant star.

It's just that this kind of light can only be seen by Li Yong under the perspective, while others don't know anything about it.

From Sima Bing's point of view, Li Yong couldn't be hurt by his Ghost King's Wrath Fist, nor could his curse power hurt Li Yong, which shocked him greatly. Li Yong stood there, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting him.

Seeing this scene, Sima Bing couldn't calm down anymore. He was almost dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "How...how is this possible? In this world, how can anyone be able to resist my curse power?"

Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "Wolf, come on! Curse him to death."

The ferocious souls surrounding Li Yong suddenly seemed like crazy maggots, their speed was more than three times faster, and they worked together to drill into Li Yong's body. Li Yong saw that these souls included the yellow races of China, the black races of Africa, and the white races of Europe and America. All the souls of all human beings in the world were all refined by Sima Bing into their own souls. power and use it to continue to harm people.

Under the quicker and more ruthless bites of these souls, and the more terrifying and bloody soul attacks, Li Yong's spiritual power mask instantly dimmed. He was startled, and hurriedly injected the spiritual liquid again, injecting five drops in an instant.

This time, the spiritual mask once again resisted the power of the curse, and Li Yong was out of danger for the time being.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after confirming that there was no danger, he immediately rushed towards Sima Bing. Sima Bing couldn't see his appearance at all, he only saw that his whole body was wrapped in the black energy of the curse, which was very strange.

Seeing that Li Yong was about to pounce in front of him, he suddenly stepped back, skipped a distance of tens of meters, and ran towards the other side of the road. Over there is another big company, which has already established a certain distance from Lufei Group.

Feeling that his company was relatively safe, Li Yong flicked his finger suddenly, and a ball of spiritual light the size of glutinous rice balls flew towards Sima Bing. When Sima Bing turned his head and stared in shock, there was a bang explosion.

Sima Bing was completely naked, his skin was torn apart, his skull was exposed, and he hardly looked like a human being.

He was emitting black air all over his body, and his body shrank rapidly like a leaking balloon.

Seeing that he has changed from a height of 1.7 meters to about 1.4 meters.

This is the young Sima Bing. At that time, Sima Bing was still a primary school student, only twelve years old.

After changing to 1.4 meters, Sima Bing no longer shrunk, and Li Yong obtained that when Sima Bing was about twelve years old, he was already under the control of the Ghost King. Over the years, the Ghost King has been using Sima Bing.

Wisps of black air emerged from Sima Bing's body, forming a series of figures, which began to fade slowly.

Those souls seemed to be liberated, showing happy smiles one by one, becoming transparent and huge, until nothingness disappeared, dissipating between the sky and the earth like smoke, leaving nothing behind.

The concrete floor under Sima Bing's feet was blasted into a big hole more than one meter deep; however, he still stood there straight and did not fall down. However, he visibly trembled all over his body and seemed unable to hold on.

"Mind bomb? What's your relationship with Huohu?" Sima Bing roared loudly, his voice becoming immature.

Li Yong didn't answer, but sneered, "Hey, be scared! I'll give you another jelly bean to eat."

Seeing a sphere of spiritual light appear in Li Yong's hand again, Sima Bing's pupils shrank, and endless fear immediately appeared inside. He raised his head, faced the bright sky, and roared loudly again: "Wolf, take me away."

The curse power surrounding Li Yong suddenly changed back to the shape of a skull, wrapped around Sima Bing at lightning speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The spiritual light ball in Li Yong's hand lost its target all of a sudden, and he could only recover the energy. These are five spiritual drops, so don't let them go to waste.

Li Yong peered into the horizon where Sima Bing had disappeared, and saw strands of black souls with happy smiles slowly dissipating, but no trace of Sima Bing. Li Yong couldn't catch up with this speed.

As soon as the distance of three kilometers was exceeded, Sima Bing disappeared into his spiritual consciousness and could not sense it.

Li Yong has lost his target.

On the ground, there were Sima Bing's tattered clothes and half of his withered and blackened arm.

Except for Li Yong who was safe and sound, the surrounding area of ​​the big pit was almost razed to the ground.

The green belt is gone, the woods are broken, the street lamps are flying, and half of a row of facade houses are down.

The road was full of dust. Several cars were stuck in the middle of the road, and some were pushed away by the blast. The driver was lying on the steering wheel with his head in his arms, and he didn't dare to look over. The glass of the building 300 meters away was shattered, and someone was crying out in pain.

Li Yong turned around and looked at the office building of Lufei Group on the other side. Fortunately, because the distance was farther, it seemed that he hadn't suffered any losses. He secretly rejoiced that luckily he had more foresight, otherwise the loss would be his own.