Just as the blood-colored flower was imprinted on the face of the old man from the Weiyang tribe in the late Lingxian period, the old man's expression changed wildly, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream like a tragic man. Flashes of red mist rose from the imprint on his face, and more blood-colored mist was uncontrollably emitted from his right hand.

Both of these mists were extremely strange. After they merged with each other, they turned into a ferocious blood-colored poisonous dragon. The dragon had a single horned three-legged foot. Although it was not big, the scales and appearance on its body were very clear. After it appeared, the blood-colored poisonous dragon opened its mouth and turned into a blood-colored long sword, slashing directly at the eyebrows of the old man in the late stage of the Lingxian Weiyang clan.

Ignore obstacles, ignore protection, ignore everything, as long as it appears, it can ignore everything, forcefully brand, forcefully reduce cultivation, and make the curse irreversibly fully unfold in progress!

As the slash was cut off, the old man from the Weiyang tribe in the late stage of the Lingxian period had fought with Wang Baole for the first time. The right hand that was collapsed instantly rotted, and even more rotten. The old man's screams were even more shrill. At this moment, his cultivation showed signs of unstable signs, and the fluctuations in his cultivation became chaotic. Until this blood-colored poisonous dragon sword was completely cut on him, his cultivation... directly weakened from the late stage of the Lingxian to the middle stage of the Lingxian!

This kind of weakening is like depriving him of him. While he is extremely domineering, he also has a momentum that changes the color of heaven and earth. However, if you observe carefully, you can still see that the power of the curse may not be so powerful.

In addition to the curse itself, the most important thing is the old man's own right hand, because his right hand had collapsed and was repaired later, but the time was too short, and the old man had no time to fully cultivate, so his arm seemed to be restored, but his vitality was still lost.

If this loss is nothing else, under this curse, it seems to be leveraged and amplified, which causes the curse to explode and directly cut its cultivation to a small realm!

In addition... the curse is still not over now. In the shrillness of the Weiyang old man, the blood-colored flowers on his face exploded again, releasing a large amount of red fog. At the same time, a large amount of fog was uncontrollably drilled out of his body from the old man's body. After instantly fusing with the mask fog, a second blood-colored poisonous dragon transformed in front of him!

This second blood-colored poisonous dragon is even more ferocious than the former. It turned into a second long sword while roaring, slashing towards the old man's head and slashed again!

During the roar, the old man's whole body trembled, unable to dodge or stop it. He watched the long sword fall down, and while passing through his body, his internal organs suddenly showed signs of decay. There were also many skins on his body rotting. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be withering, and even a lot of rotten meat fell off and turned into black smoke!

The source of these black smoke came from several sneak attacks by Wang Baole's clone, which made the poison in the old man very poison. Although the toxin was suppressed before, the old man had no time to resolve it, so it became part of the curse at this moment. With the explosion, his cultivation level fell again at this moment!

From the middle stage of the Spirit Immortal to the early stage of the Spirit Immortal, the unprecedented sense of weakness and the feeling of invisible deprivation made the old man tremble, and his eyes showed horror and horror.

There was even a life-and-death crisis that was so strong that the old man suddenly retreated in trembling, and he was desperate to escape from this place, without any intention of fighting again.

But Wang Baole went through a lot of hardships to set up such a killing game and spent the only chance to curse. It can be said that most of the trump card was used. How could the opponent leave so easily? It would be fine if the opponent was in the late stage of Lingxian. Now in the early stage of Lingxian... he thought he could fight!

And he must fight and win, and do his best to kill the other party, because this is his only chance now. He knows very well that although the process of unfolding this curse is irreversible, it does not mean that the result is irreversible. The curse's time limit is only half a stick of incense at most.

Even because the old man's own cultivation is extremely high, Wang Baole is not sure whether he can really reach half an incense stick, but he understands... Once the other party recovers, what awaits him will be a life-and-death disaster, and he will become extremely passive, and he may not be able to delay the arrival of teleportation time.

"So... I must kill this old ghost!" Wang Baole's eyes were red in an instant, and murderous intent and evil aura burst out at this moment. His cultivation was fully unfolding. Even if he overdrawed, he didn't care. It set off a storm, like a human-shaped lightning bolt, rising from the ground and rushed straight to the old man.

The speed was extremely fast, and while the sound of breaking through the air was set off, a series of afterimages were left, which made people see a large number of Wang Baole figures appear here. In the end, these figures joined together and appeared directly in front of the old man of the Weiyang clan and punched out with a punch.

This punch hit Wang Baole's entire cultivation, integrated all the momentum, causing changes in the world and wind and clouds to rewind. But... his opponent was not an ordinary cultivator after all. Even if his cultivation was forcibly weakened to the early stage of the Spirit Immortal, the old man's real cultivation was in the late stage after all, and his own foundation was very deep.

And even though he was weakened now, he was still a spiritual immortal. So in his brief moment of shock, and then, at the moment when Wang Baole's evil aura burst out and rushed over, the old man's eyes were filled with blood, and his left hand suddenly raised, slapped at his eyebrows.

After this shot, a green light suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. The light burst out brightly in the blink of an eye. The moment Wang Baole approached, it enveloped the old man's whole body and turned into a... a majestic tree!

This is a big tree similar to a locust tree, with vigorous trunks, dense branches and leaves, and the vicissitudes of life coming from it. With Wang Baole's keenness for magic weapons, he immediately realized that this was a magic ship hidden in the old man's body.

As soon as this magic ship was released, a protective force that could not be shaken by the gods was formed directly, and surrounded the old man, making the punch that Wang Baole knocked out seemed to hit the sky. Although the roar was loud, it was difficult to shake at all.

"Little bastard, your anxious behavior also reminds me to remember the curse of you, the group of arrivals, and the time to last for a limited time!!"

"It won't take long. When the power of the curse dissipates, I will let you know what life is worse than death. I will peel you and slash your soul for a hundred years, and let you suffer day and night, kill your hometown and let you feel the pain of extermination!!" The old man shrouded by a big tree showed an extreme resentment in his eyes. It was because he had never been so miserable since he was promoted to the Spirit Immortal.

Especially in the end, he was forced to use the magic ship he had raised in his body. According to some secret method, he had been raised for half a year. As long as he had another half a year, he could be promoted and could be of some help to his impact on the planet. This time, the use was equivalent to the transformation of the previous half a year, all of which dissipated. How could he not be angry?

And he was indeed extremely decisive. Although he had other magic weapons on his body, he knew very well that his current state was far inferior to his magic ship, so what he wanted was stability!

"Little bastard, I see how you break it!" Seeing Wang Baole hit the bombardment, the big tree outside his body remained motionless, while the other party's body was shocked to retreat, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. While his eyes were even more resentful, his cultivation was fully activated, trying to attack the curse and accelerate the resolution.

But he still underestimated Wang Baole's determination. Almost the moment he spoke, Wang Baole's eyes showed ruthlessness and cruelty.

"Let me see how I break it? Then Dad will let you take a good look!!" Wang Baole's body was shocked and roared, forcibly strengthened his body, raised his right hand directly, pointed to the top, and roared.

"French ship!!"

As his voice came out, the old man's face suddenly changed. Wang Baole's blood-colored dragonfly magic ship suddenly descended and appeared above the big tree. At the moment of his appearance, Wang Baole's voice echoed again with madness.

"Self-detonation!!" The sky and earth roared, and Wang Baole's magic ship immediately burned, causing shocking waves, like a descending meteor, exploding wildly towards the big tree!
Chapter completed!