The shadows conjured up by the Black Horn King became more and more numerous, and the thunder blasted out by Chen Luo became more and more dense.
The original battle of magical powers turned into a contest of demonic power and spiritual power. The face of the Black Horn King turned ugly. This human race was very difficult to deal with. At this rate of consumption, the two of them might not be able to determine the winner for three days, and at that moment, both of them would be exhausted.
This was not within the Black Horn King's expectations.
As the overlord of the water palace, the Black Horn King would never let himself face that kind of situation. He was full of dragon blood, which was the most precious treasure for the monsters in the sea. If his power was exhausted, the enemies hidden in the dark would definitely emerge.
The only option is to kill!
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Black Horned King, and the innate magical power of the dragon in his mind began to work. Unlike the innate magical power when he was the black fish spirit, the dragon has a powerful ability to control water, and that is "curse". In folk mythology, the appearance of dragons is often accompanied by floods and natural disasters. This is not a random fabrication, but is related to the innate magical power of the dragon. When the curse reaches its limit, it will cause a natural disaster.
This innate magical power consumes a lot of energy to use, but at this point, the Black Horn King can only make this choice. The secret of the Dragon Tomb must not be leaked. After killing this person, go and kill the three little bugs next to him and the ungrateful wolf.
Just as he was about to take action, Ru Tan discovered that a lazy poisonous insect had been lying in the palm of his hand.
This poisonous insect was fat and seemed to be sucking blood. He didn't notice it at first, but gradually he felt something was wrong.
Because he found that he was slowly becoming weaker, and something invisible in his body was "stolen" by the poisonous insect.
"What's this?!"
King Black Horn was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but shout angrily.
We were all fighting openly, but you secretly cast a curse!
“Despicable and shameless!!”
The Black Horned King roared, and a layer of demonic power spread all over his body, and the poisonous insect lying on him was immediately shaken away. He stretched out his dragon claws in anger, wanting to crush the poisonous insect to death. But the strange thing was that the poisonous insect was like a transparent body, and it actually passed through his fingertips. After shaking twice, it flew back to Chen Luo's hand in front of him. What made him even more angry was that even if the insect flew away from his body, the feeling of "borrowing" life still did not disappear.
You can borrow it remotely, but there isn’t that much.
It went from year-to-year losses to day-to-day losses.
'Borrowed for a hundred years.'
As soon as the insect flew back, Chen Luo gained fifty years of life from it. The commission from the Life Borrowing Gu was too high, and now it was 50-50, but its ability was indeed overbearing, no wonder it could be ranked at the top of the list of strange insects.
"die!!"
The Black Horn King's dragon body circled in the air for a while. Furious, he faced Chen Luo's Yin Thunder and uttered a word. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, along with the dragon blood in the Black Horn King's body, was instantly drained.
Trying your best?
Chen Luo narrowed his eyes, dispersed the Yin thunder with his hands, and began to concentrate on responding.
The light in the yard suddenly dimmed, and the word "death" seemed to come alive the moment it came out of the mouth.
A pitch-black stone statue emerged in the perception of the two.
curse!
Chen Luo, who was proficient in curses, understood this power instantly. Any curse was two-way. The curser and the cursed person would be connected because of the curse. Once the curse failed, the curse power would be returned in full. This was the most common curse backlash. A similar scene had occurred before when Chen Luo and the leader of the Demon Clan had fought.
The people watching from a distance saw the two people fighting in front suddenly quiet down, the thunder and mist disappeared. The scene fell into a strange silence, and a more terrifying feeling came over them.
Sweat broke out on the foreheads of the three men.
Even for Madam Hong, the same was true. The Void Dan cultivator was just a compliment to himself for having reached the Perfect Foundation. In front of a true Jindan cultivator, no matter how strong the Void Dan was, it was only the Foundation. Faced with this level of curse, no one dared to speak, for fear of attracting the attention of the two people over there and being treated as trash and cleared out.
'The dragon's curse.'
The leader of the Demon Sect, who was proficient in curses, recognized this curse. Chen Luo felt as if he was rejected by the heaven and earth at this moment. A palpitation rose in his heart, as if he would face the punishment of heaven and earth in the next moment.
Before he could move, a breath of decay flew out from between the eyebrows of the stone statue and immediately merged into his heart.
In an instant, Chen Luo felt a pain in his heart.
Dongdong
The aura of decay spread rapidly from the heart. The gray aura continued to spread, and the place where Chen Luo stood turned into a strange gray-white color, and even the surrounding walls were mottled, as if thousands of years had passed in an instant.
Bang!
Chen Luo's body shook twice and then fell to the ground.
The strong body withered like a dead leaf, and even the token of the Qionghua Sect's true disciple on his waist dimmed.
Dead.
"Finally dead!"
The Black Horned King gasped and couldn't help laughing.
But as he was laughing, he felt something was wrong. Next to the dead body, another person stood there without a scratch on his head, looking over here with his eyes as if he was looking at a fool.
"Are you okay?!!"
The Black Horn King quickly retreated, and this scene made him shudder. Previously, his consciousness and perception were all certain that the person who was killed was the other party's real body. But now. The real body is dead, where did this person come from? Could it be the legendary incarnation! But can this kind of magical power be mastered by the Jindan?
"Just now, I saw that you were very excited, so I guided you a step."
Chen Luo stretched out his finger, and a trace of inner demonic aura appeared in the palm of his hand.
It would definitely not work if he used force. The Black Horn King was a strong man of the same level. If he was on guard, the inner demon's aura could not penetrate him. But it would be much easier to add fuel to the fire. This was what he was best at. He had felt the Black Horn King's killing intent towards him surge, and the desire to kill him had overflowed from his body.
Seeing that the other party's 'wish' was so strong, he kindly helped the other party realize his 'wish'.
Taking advantage of an opportunity is the inner demon's greatest skill.
Afterwards, the Black Horn King was seen grinning and releasing his innate magical powers towards a corpse, followed by a triumphant laugh.
Inner demon?!
when!!
The Black Horn King's eyes widened with anger and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He subconsciously looked at his heart, and the curse backfired! He found that he was also cursed, and it was a curse he had never seen before.
"You can curse, too?"
King Black Horn asked in disbelief. He didn't expect that this person even knew about curses, and was very proficient in them! He had lived for more than 900 years to master these methods. Could it be that this human cultivator in front of him had been practicing since his mother's womb?
"I know a thing or two. Curses are something that will backfire if used carelessly."
Chen Luo kindly explained the principle of the curse to the other party, and after hearing it, the Black Horn King spat out blood again.
His innate magical power is the curse, how could he not understand it.
In the eyes of King Black Horn, Chen Luo was insulting him!
"I underestimated you."
The Black Horn King suppressed his injuries. If he were a human who had formed an elixir, he would have been lying down by now. However, the skin of the dragon was thick and tough, and a curse could not kill him.
“I didn’t want to use these external things.”
The Black Horn King stretched out his hand, and a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand. A top-level third-level magic weapon. He also took out a large number of talismans and formation flags. He took out a few more pills and swallowed them, and began to recover from his injuries and previous consumption.
A dragon that has lived for more than 900 years must have a lot of things on it.
In the past, King Black Horn disdained to use these things because he had the pride of a dragon. But now, he can put his pride aside for the time being and pick it up again after killing the enemy.
"I have some of these things, too."
“Just a little.”
After saying just two words, the Black Horn King was stunned.
Chen Luo took out nine magic swords from his sleeves, and also took out the soul flag and the fourth-level magic chessboard, as well as several thick stacks of first-, second- and third-level spiritual talismans. These spiritual talismans were all drawn by Chen Luo himself. As a talisman master, he had all kinds of elixirs from the first to the third level, and even a few fourth-level elixirs, which were given to him by the Taixu Patriarch Gu Hetuomu Xiaoyu.
After taking out a bunch of miscellaneous magical instruments and talismans, a swarm of insects also flew out of the gourd.
Bang!
A coffin used for keeping corpses fell to the ground.
It’s the silver-armored corpse king of the Corpse-Raising Sect’s leader.
The one he had was seriously injured and has not recovered yet.
Dense swarms of ghosts flew out from the soul flag, the lid of the coffin next to it opened, and a silver-armored corpse king surrounded by silver light stood up. In the farther area, there were a large number of insect swarms surrounding it, and there were several strange insects flying around in it that even the Black Horn King felt were dangerous.
Soul cultivation.
Corpse repair.
Insect repair.
The most exaggerated thing was that there were several opened bottles in places he hadn't noticed, and some purple residual gas was still coming out. It was a highly poisonous thing at first glance! This was even compatible with poison cultivation. After doing all this, Chen Luo finally took out a magic sword and held it in his hand. The green wood sword intent soared into the sky, mixed with the Qionghua Sect's true token on his waist.
At this moment, he looks like a monk from the Qionghua Sect.
Not counting the messy words above
The Black Horn King's eyelids were twitching wildly.
Where did this monster come from? And the resources on him, did he rob a sect of immortals? How could a normal immortal cultivator have so many messy things on him?
His nine hundred years of accumulation cannot compare to it.
“Nine hundred years of accumulation.”
King Black Horn suddenly felt a little tired. He felt that he was too careless. When a fellow Taoist came to visit, he should treat him well. How could he call for fighting and killing at every turn?
boom!!
Chen Luo on the opposite side didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he instantly threw a handful of talismans over to him.
It's really nonsense.
Because Chen Luo himself didn't even count how many cards he threw out. Colorful lights exploded in the sky, instantly sweeping the Black Horn King in. The hatred had already been formed by fighting to this point, so it was natural to kill him directly. The Black Horn King's brain looked very good, and it couldn't be wasted.
"I'll fight you!!"
The Black Horn King roared, and his tattered dragon body rushed out from the explosion area. Then there was an angry roar, and the evil spirit caused a tsunami to roll over.
When everyone thought he was going to fight to the death, he suddenly flicked his tail and turned into a beam of black light and fled into the distance.
As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!
"Fellow Daoist, please stay."
Chen Luo laughed loudly, and his brain, which was proficient in the art of escape, immediately emerged. He took a step forward, and his figure appeared above the Black Horn King as if he had teleported.
With one hand outstretched, nine rotating magic swords fell from the sky, forming a perfectly closed sword formation, trapping the seriously injured Black Horn King inside (End of this chapter)
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