“&?#?&#?…”
Waves of obscure spells emanated from the high priest's mouth, the sound becoming louder and louder, until it filled the entire world.
"Oh no, High Priest, please stop!"
When Wu Zhantian saw the high priest's actions, he hurriedly shouted to the sky, his face full of anxiety.
As the patriarch of the Wu clan and the high priest, how could he not know what the high priest is doing now? This is exactly the strongest curse of the Wu clan priest lineage, the method of using the self-curse.
Self-curse: One of the top curses in the universe. The cursed person will turn into nothingness in a short period of time.
But: the user will also suffer severe backlash. Over the billions of years since the establishment of the Witch Clan, all priests who have used this curse have died, without exception.
When other powerful men from the Eastern Region saw Wu Zhantian’s expression, they also guessed that such a spell would definitely cause great harm to themselves.
Fly and catch up!
Zhou Qiong looked at the high priest who was chanting the spell, a hint of thought flashed in his eyes, he could feel that the curse was very powerful.
but!
He also felt that this curse posed no threat to him!
The spell that the high priest could use to deal with the Sword Emperor must be very powerful, at least reaching the first or second level of the Emperor.
For Zhou Qiong, who is still at the peak of his powers, it would be abnormal if he could not cause any harm.
"System, what's going on!"
"Host, this curse mainly affects the soul, and the host's soul is the system's territory, so this kind of curse will be directly rejected by the system and will naturally not cause any harm to the host."
"That is to say, I am immune to all attacks and curses related to the soul, right?"
"Yes, host."
…
In the sky!
The high priest stood in the air, looking at the anxious Wu Zhantian below, his expression unchanged, and said in a voice transmission:
"Zhantian, this is my fate. You know, the lineage of the Wu clan's high priests can't live for long."
"My life span is running out. Rather than lingering on for another 100 or 200 years, I would rather kill an emperor now and let my remaining energy dissipate."
"High Priest..." Wu Zhantian murmured with red eyes.
He knew that the high priest was telling the truth. Since the mission of the witch tribe's high priest was to offer sacrifices and deduce, he could easily be retaliated by the way of heaven.
Therefore, every high priest of the Wu clan did not live long, and basically died within a few million years.
After a breath!
The high priest stopped chanting, looked at the Sword Emperor and said coldly: "In the name of my witch clan high priest, I curse you to have your soul shattered, your body destroyed, your will shattered, and you perish forever!"
Shut up!
Streams of dark air between heaven and earth quickly enveloped the Sword Emperor!
"not good!"
The Sword Emperor stopped running away instantly, and looked at the dark air currents that were rapidly enveloping him, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
He suddenly realized that he could not escape at all, and the evil curse had completely surrounded him.
"You are such an ungrateful old man!"
The Sword Emperor roared angrily!
Although it felt unlikely, something deep in his heart told him that this curse could really kill him.
Don't dare to hesitate!
The Sword Emperor waved his right hand, grasped the Death Scythe with both hands and slowly raised it, and the momentum in his body burst out wildly.
at the same time!
A terrifying illusory figure that was ten thousand feet tall appeared behind the Sword Emperor, also holding an illusory death sickle in his hand.
If a strong man from the Central Region saw this scene, he would instantly recognize that this terrifying phantom was the Emperor of Death!
The Emperor of Death: He was one of the top bosses in the ancient times of the Central Region. His cultivation level was half a step to the realm of the Emperor, but he disappeared after the ancient catastrophe.
The reason why the Sword Emperor was able to break through to the Emperor was because he obtained the inheritance of the Death Emperor in his early years.
"Death is coming, scythe of destruction! Cut!"
There was a gleam of light in the Sword Emperor's eyes, as if he had returned to his prime, and he slashed towards the curse with the sickle in his hand.
In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with terrifying sword lights, which seemed to cut the sky and the earth in half.
Can!
When the sword light touched the strange cursed gas, it stopped, and at the same time the strange aura directly invaded the body of the Sword Emperor.
boom……
A violent wave of sound resounded throughout the battlefield!
The powerful aftermath spread out directly, causing the void within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles to be continuously shattered, and countless black holes thousands of feet high were formed!
All the strong men tried their best to resist the aftermath, while looking up and staring at the battlefield with their mouths wide open.
Just see the sky!
The Sword Emperor still maintained the posture of holding the sickle, but the imperial aura on his body was constantly dissipating and disappearing.
The emperor's eyes were filled with shock, disbelief, and a hint of regret.
Buzz...
A breeze blew by!
The Sword Emperor turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth. It was obvious that his soul had been destroyed.
boom……
Boom…
Thunders exploded in the sky, countless blood rains fell quickly, and the atmosphere of sadness once again filled the world.
The Emperor of Swords: Died!
"How is this possible? The Sword Emperor was killed by the High Priest without any power to resist."
"The High Priest is really awesome. He is worthy of being the boss of the East Region. He was able to kill the Sword Emperor. I admire him."
The strong men from the Eastern Region looked at the frightened Sword Emperor and talked excitedly with shock on their faces.
The death of two emperors in less than half an hour was too much for their strong minds to bear.
but!
Every strong man in the Eastern Region was excited, because the death of these invaders from the Central Region was not a pity.
brush!
An old figure quickly fell from the sky!
"High Priest!"
Wu Zhantian roared, and his figure quickly rushed into the sky and caught the falling high priest.
"High Priest, are you okay? You must not die. The Wu Clan cannot live without the High Priest!"
Wu Zhantian quickly took out countless pills, even some imperial pills, and put them into the high priest's mouth.
Unfortunately, the high priest dodged it!
"Zhantian, don't waste it. My body is already exhausted. It's useless to take more pills."
"No, it will definitely be useful, it will definitely be useful!"
Wu Zhantian shook his head in disbelief, tears streaming down his iron-like face.
He was raised by the high priest since he was a child. It can be said that the high priest is his closest relative, and he cannot accept the other's death.
Looking at the appearance of the high priest, the strong men in the Eastern Region all had gloomy expressions. It was obvious that even though the Sword Emperor was killed, the high priest was also going to die.
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