Chapter 493 The soul is dead, the soul is gone! 【Subscribe】
Curse Art
It is probably considered a notorious sorcery in the world of cultivating immortals!
It is invisible and mysterious. It requires a huge price and makes people hard to defend. It is definitely the most ruthless means of hurting others and self. It is absolutely impossible for non-blood enemies to use it.
It was Wei Han who cursed Lei Jingshan this time!
After learning that there was still such a threat to Lei's family, he decisively found a place to set up a formation, and then cursed the opponent with the blood spirit spell without hesitation.
Although Lei Jingshan is a boss in the Nascent Soul stage!
Wei Han hadn't even seen him!
But it doesn't matter, it is very easy to find his information, even if the other party is a level higher than him, he can't escape the curse in the dark.
On the outskirts of the Sea of Thousand Stars, an uninhabited island!
Wei Han was sitting on the deck of the flying boat, surrounded by the same black mist that was horrifying and frightening. There were also vague howls of ghosts and wolves, and an unknown murmur and greedy laughter came from time to time, scaring Xiao Qing Xiao Zi Don't dare to approach at all.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
One after another, the magic weapon knife was pierced into the body by Wei Han himself.
He improved the casting method of the blood spirit spell again, urging it with extreme self-mutilation, and seven or eight small knives were like demon blades crazily devouring his whole body of blood, so that the black mist became more ferocious, and his whole body It has already been soaked in blood.
In the dark!
Wei Han seemed to see Leijing Mountain from thousands of miles away.
This feeling of sacrificing everything to control a higher level of power makes people very addicted and unable to extricate themselves. He saw Lei Jingshan's panic, saw his gnashing of teeth, and even clearly perceived his counterattack.
Nascent Soul stage monks are not bragging!
Lei Jingshan's aura is as unpredictable as an abyss like a prison, and it is difficult for the cursed aura to erode his body. If Wei Han didn't push it at all costs, it would be really difficult to cause him harm!
And the opponent quickly launched a counterattack!
Lei Jingshan held the secret formula in his hands and assumed the posture of a real Buddha, bursts of golden light began to emerge all over his body, and illusory Buddha phantoms surrounded him, vaguely as if he was reciting scriptures!
Wei Han doesn't know what kind of technique this is!
All he knew was that these scriptures seemed to be followed by the breath of the curse, and spread to his ears thousands of miles away. Not only was the noise so loud that he had a splitting headache, but the breath of the curse was still eating back at him.
Obviously, this is a Buddhist spell to restrain curses!
"Hehehe!"
Wei Han had a ferocious smile on his lips.
He finally felt the pain of being cursed.
The endless power of the curse began to erode his whole body, his flesh, bones, and soul were all eroded, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and he was in extreme pain, and the loud Buddha voice in his ears made him almost mentally collapse.
His lifespan and vitality are being consumed in a more violent way!
But Wei Han doesn't care, it's just pain and longevity!
What are these? He's not cowardly at all.
If ordinary people were counterattacked by Lei Jingshan one or two times, they must not be able to bear it and retreat quietly. When the time comes, all the power of the curse will come back, and most of them will be disabled if they don't die.
But Wei Han is different!
He was originally cultivated from pain.
And he didn't care how much life he spent.
So he watched helplessly as the power of the curse penetrated deep into the bone marrow and eroded his whole body, and he didn't move at all as his body continued to dry up. He just sneered and stabbed a few small knives into the vital points of his body again, and at the same time continued to mutter words, launching the curse even more violently !
"How is this going?"
Lei Jingshan was also stunned at this moment!
He also felt Wei Han's state through the curse connection in the dark, and vaguely realized that this was just an opponent at the early stage of Jindan cursing himself!
But why does the opponent's vitality fluctuate!
Like a candle in the wind, it flickers on and off, but it can't be extinguished no matter what. Instead, the power of the curse is flooding towards him more and more fiercely.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"How the **** did he do it?"
Lei Jingshan is a bit broken at the moment. He cast the spell of rebounding the curse is completely useless. The opponent has obviously suffered a huge backlash and is still going on. What kind of deep hatred does this guy have against himself?
And he has spent at least several hundred years of life, right?
Why didn't he die, but the curse became more and more fierce?
Lei Jingshan couldn't figure out what was going on, he only knew that he was in a very bad state now, the power of the curse had begun to erode his whole body, his powerful Nascent Soul stage body had lost 30% of his blood essence, even the blood in his dantian The Nascent Soul was entangled by the curse.
Keep going!
His remaining lifespan will be affected.
But this kind of curse power is very difficult to get rid of. At this moment, even if his Nascent Soul is separated from the body and seizes others, or his soul is reincarnated, he will never escape this kind of murder.
Now Lei Jingshan and Wei Han are like a tug of war!
Whoever can't bear it first, the power of the curse will all rush to the other party.
He would wipe out people on the spot, so that there was no chance of escape!
So, both of them are fighting like crazy.
An invisible confrontation separated by thousands of miles is so stalemate.
The difference is that Lei Jingshan is getting more and more anxious, and his condition is getting worse and worse. The black mist of the curse has penetrated into his whole body, not only the flesh, bone marrow, soul, and Nascent Soul have been eroded, but even his originally strong body has become emaciated. Like dry firewood, the few lifespans left are slowly being consumed.
As for Wei Han, he is still calm!
He let the power of the curse invade and destroy his body, his aura still fluctuated up and down, as if it would not change after thousands of years.
Finally, Lei Jingshan completely collapsed!
"Damn it, who is Fellow Daoist?"
"I have no grievances or enmities with you, why are you so ruthless?"
"Stop it, we can talk, fellow daoist, just ask what you want, I will never refuse!"
Lei Jingshan's desperate wailing and roaring was like the last struggle of a drowning man.
Wei Han sneered slightly, it seemed that everyone had the will to survive, and Lei Jingshan, whose lifespan was close to being depleted, still couldn't see it like this, it was really ridiculous.
Even if he wants to let go now, can Lei Jingshan survive?
"go to hell!"
Wei Han raised his hand and stabbed a few small knives into his body viciously. The terrifying power of the curse surged again, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing Lei Jingshan's resistance.
"Ahhh!"
He screamed in pain.
The originally powerful aura instantly slanted away, and the endless black mist seemed to swallow everything in him, and his body fell to the ground slumped.
His flesh and blood withered like a corpse!
The soul is dead, the soul is broken, and finally the soul is completely scattered!
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(end of this chapter)