Chapter 388 Guess of the Curse

This moon wind, it was after Su Ming left the battlefield outside Tianlan City that the dark rise of the gentle wind, this man devoured a barbarian and became this person. During this period of time in Tianlan City, it was quite moist, and his ambition became more and more ferocious.

He even planned to wait for his cultivation to be enhanced to devour Su Ming and incarnate into Su Ming. Walking in this world, which made him so ambitious was the inheritance of a trace of memory he gained when he integrated the moon wings. He did not tell Su Ming about this, but practiced secretly.

During this period, in addition to going to the battlefield to obtain combat achievements, he spent all his time on sealing his moon wings, so that these moon wings could not be used by Su Ming, but became the point of him and Feng himself. He thought that he had sealed nine out of ten through some inheritances in his memory, and his confidence became more and more sufficient, Unexpectedly, now on this battlefield, his body suddenly has a lot of vitality. The loss of these vitality makes He Feng panic.

He didn't need to think about it in detail, he could guess in an instant that this was Su Ming casting!

"Damn it, I have already sealed the inner moon wing. How can Su Ming cast spells out of thin air!" He Feng's face was pale, and his body staggered. He stepped back a few steps on the battlefield. His companions around him came forward one after another and protected him in surprise. At the same time, he inquired one after another.

"It doesn't matter. I hurt my body last night. I was going to heal my wound today, but when I remembered to go to war, I suppressed the injury, and then the injury broke out... Thank you very much. I hope you can help me protect me for a moment, and it will be fine after I suppress the injury!" He Feng opened his mouth in a low voice and bowed to the crowd with his fists. After the people around him nodded one after another, he sat down cross-legged without hesitation, and nodded his hands on his body continuously.

But at this moment, He Feng's expression changed again. His face withered strangely again, and bursts of severe pain came from his whole body, including his soul... He Feng couldn't help screaming. His face was sunken, and his body dried up quickly, like a mummified corpse in a blink of an eye.

This strange change... made the barbarians around him tremble one by one.

He was frightened in the wind. He clearly felt his passing vitality and the essence of flesh and blood, which was forcibly sucked away by a certain force from above him, but when he looked up at the sky, the void above him was calm.

Even this kind of flesh and blood essence and the passage of vitality have nothing to do with the moon wing... It has no effect to seal or not seal it with him.

"It must be Su Ming, he... What method did he... use!!" He Feng was frightened. He suddenly found that even if Su Ming was far away from him, even if he escaped from Su Ming's eyes, but... When Su Ming wanted to punish the law, it was still so scary to him regardless of the ends of the earth.

However, what He Feng can't imagine is that Su Ming did not only cast spells on him, and he can't even talk about casting spells... At this moment, Su Ming's eyes were bright, and he was staring up at the whirlpool in the sky. With each turn, Su Ming's expression was sometimes stunned and sometimes ec In the end, it will be cloudy and sunny.

Mrs. Ji, not far away, was already skinny, and her whole body was ugly... She stared at Su Ming, showing contempt and malice in her eyes. She naturally saw Su Ming's behavior, but she didn't believe that Su Ming could really see the clue of this curse.

But despite this, it still made Mrs. Ji hesitate in her heart that Su Ming could persist under this curse for so long... In her eyes, Su ammonium is thin now, but it is far from drying up.

It seems that since he made a blood fire, when the bright moon in the sky emitted a strange red light, this powerful curse power, as if it was transferred by Su Ming, as if there was a very unlucky person in the underworld, who took the power of the curse instead of Su Ming.

Su Ming did not want He Feng to replace him. The reason why he used blood and fire was to use this technique to delay the passage of vitality and the essence of flesh and blood, but he did not expect that after the second operation, he actually felt the direction of the barbarians in the dark. On that day, there was a force belonging to the barbarians

At the moment of detecting this power, the power of the curse condensed on Su Ming moved away strangely, and suddenly took Su Ming as the medium and fell on He Feng.

"I am the lord of the barbarians, so when I use the blood and fire, the power of this strange curse will be shared by my people. When they can't share it, I will continue.

And now, it seems that the fire in this world, except for me, there is only...................the fire and wind created by me!" Su Ming's eyes flashed and he had more understanding of the power of this curse.

He looked at the whirlpool in the sky, his eyes flashed, and there was a trace of enlightenment, but this enlightenment was still insignificant for mastering the art of cursing.

"Curse, the curse is of the same origin! Hefeng is the fireman I created, so it can be called the same origin as me, so he is within the scope of this spell... But in addition to the same origin, whether this curse also has a blood connection... "Su Mingmu had a hesitation in his eyes. Li 1 remembers that when Wu Duo talked to him about the mysterious curse of the witch land, he had the power of the same origin. Although it seemed to be related to the bloodline, he once talked about a witch tribe. After being cursed by the soul of a powerful dementor, all those who were somewhat related to their bloodline died.

In the end, because the tribe's bloodline was connected, most of the people in this tribe died.

"If what Wuduo said is true, then the curse does have a blood connection, but the power is not extreme. Otherwise, if the witch has such a powerful person, it can completely curse the whole barbarians.................. Let all the barbarians die, or let the barbarians, the cultivation can never break through a certain Realm..................En?!!" Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide. This was some guess that he raised because of that trace of understanding after seeing the power of the curse, but the [answer] case obtained by these guesses shocked him.

"Since the death of the barbarian gods of the third generation, it is difficult for all the people to break through the barbarian soul... It is said that only the emergence of four generations of barbarian gods can the whole barbarian practice continue from the barbarian soul... This... This is... Maybe I think too much." Su Ming was short of breath and didn't recover until a long time.

When Su Ming was secretly shocked and obtained a trace of understanding, outside Tianlan City, the sad screams of the wind spread all around him. His body had withered, and there were large areas of decay. The stench of decay made his four Zhou Zhiren looked in a look of stun.

He Feng obviously felt that his flesh and blood essence was about to dissipate, and his vitality was passing rapidly. At this moment, his consciousness was blurred, and the shadow of death once again enveloped his mind and turned into a strong fear.

"Master.................. I was wrong, this time I was really wrong!!" In the sad screams of Hefeng, it was mixed with the sound of his pleas. After hearing it, his companions around him were stunned, especially when they heard the word master.

At the moment when they were stunned, the sudden epicenter of Hefeng's body completely became a piece of blood, and even the bones melted, but after all, he swallowed up the body. At this moment, although it dissipated, the soul of Hefeng still existed. It was a dark shadow floating on the bloody water, and the dark shadow Next, he suddenly appeared next to a barbarian young man next to him, like opening his mouth and swallowing violently. Before the people around him could react, the young man screamed together, and his whole body was covered by the dark shadow.

"Brother Yuefeng, you..."

"He is not Yuefeng. He is the witch who killed Yuefeng. Kill him!"

The other barbarians around were stunned one by one, but when their magic power approached the young man wrapped in the gentle wind, the shadow disappeared, and the young man's appearance was exposed, which was a dry face...

The land of the witch clan, the sky outside the Su Mingdongfu Mountains, the whirlpool is lax at this moment, and it seems to be difficult to continue to maintain. Mrs. Ji beside her was already stunned. She stared at Su Ming, who had only lost a small circle all over her body, and could hardly believe her eyes.

She is extremely clear about the power of this curse. Even if the witch is accidentally cursed, even if he does not die, he will definitely disappear a lot of vitality. But now in her view, Su Ming is almost unscathed, and the consumption of vitality is completely negligible.

This strange thing made Mrs. Ji take a breath. Her face was pale in an instant, but she did not retreat. Instead, she was crazy in her eyes. She knew that the curse would still exist for about ten breaths, and it would dissipate after ten breaths, and Su Ming in front of her could get out of that ten feet.

"I don't believe it. I can't kill you today!! After killing you, I will turn you into a puppet and become my wife's guardian with Ji Yunhai. With your magic power and strangeness, you must not be an unknown person in the witch clan, but today, you will definitely die!!" Mrs. Ji's eyes were full of murderousness. She stepped back a few steps, opened her arms, and she suddenly sucked forward.

Under this suction, the wind roared around, and a large amount of wind was sucked into Mrs. Ji. At the same time, a thorn suddenly appeared on her ugly face at this moment!

That thorn is a ferocious head. Look at the size of its head pattern. This is not an adult's head, but a... baby!

Ten breaths of time passed, and Su Ming finally gave up to continue to study the curse... The research just now gave him a trace of understanding, but if he wanted to get it completely, he had to think of his solemn look on Mrs. Ji. This Mrs. Ji is not a witch, but it was met by Su Ming. The extremely strong existence in the central Not poor.

The more so, Su Ming put away the idea of immediately using the power of barbarian gods and other killing moves. He did not have many battles with witches, and large-scale wars were not counted. In this kind of spell fight between two people, Su Ming lacked experience. When he met this kind of person who was good at I don't want to miss it.