Chapter 44 Curse Reappearance

The two ancestors of the Taoism did not pay attention to Ye Feng, but at this moment, they found that the supreme magic weapon of the three worlds in Ye Feng's hand was extremely horrible, and maybe it was inferior to the magic sword transformed by the divine sword in their hands.

The magic sword and Kunwu sword are both between Bozhong and never give in, but they can't break through the other party's defense with their own strength. They can only rely on the power of the master to achieve this desire.

Feel the warm fighting spirit of the fairy sword in his hand. Almost at the same time, the two magic ancestors cast spells with Ye Feng.

The two ancestors of the devil's way are casting spells so fast that they can't imagine.

"All the gods, listen to my order, with the god's sword, the magic is boundless!"

In the blink of an eye, thick clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. The two ancestors of the devils took up the magic sword and broke through the clouds, as if they had rolled up thousands of piles of snow, took advantage of the clouds and the wind, sprinkled thousands of dark swords, and cut at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng waved the Kunwu sword and met the magic sword coming from the air. At the same time, he showed the strange Buddhist gestures of the monks of Huayan Temple in his mind. At present, he displayed the Buddhist Prajna skill and shouted loudly: "Praj art, break!"

Ye Feng didn't expect that he shouted like this, which was also a kind of Buddha's truth, gathering boundless mana.

The thousands of golden sword lights scattered by Kunwu's sword suddenly showed a lofty strange character, shining with gorgeous eyes, hitting the sky and touching with the magic sword.

In the bright golden light, all the people of the Kunlun Sect looked at the sky silently. Because of the magic sword, they were shocked by the huge power of this strange character and flew away. The original sword light that rushed to the sky was also much darker, and even the two demon ancestors collided with the magic sword and retreated three steps. Then they stood firm. Body shape.

A trace of blood red appeared on the faces of the two Taoist ancestors, and then disappeared.

The disciples and elders of the Kunlun School of the immortals who watched the battle under the stage were all changed in color, and they did not figure out that Ye Feng's Taoism was so strange, and they did not understand how Ye Feng cracked the terrible swords of these two demon ancestors.

"Ye Feng, it seems that you must have an adventure in heaven. You not only get a divine soldier Xuanyuan sword, but also learn all kinds of strange Taoism. We both despise you." The two devils said coldly. It seems that Ye Feng's going to heaven is still known to the people in the devil's way.

Ye Feng didn't know how to answer, so he could only stand still with an ugly expression.

The two Modao ancestors snorted coldly. People rose in the air and flew high in the sky. The imperial sword rushed down. After the people followed the magic sword closely, they hugged their arms, and the floating clouds also drifted down, like black petals scattered on the earth.

The Taoist skills performed by the two Taoist ancestors this time were extremely mysterious. Lin Ningqi, who was standing outside the court, couldn't help but be frightened by Ye Feng and exclaimed, "Ye Feng, be careful!"

The two Taoist ancestors who rushed down from the air suddenly heard Lin Ningqi's exclamation. They were shocked and their faces were uncertain. For the Kunlun School, the two elders found that they had a lot of strong people in the Taixu period, such as Lin Ningqi and Mo Yanyao and others, which made the two Taoist elders feel the power of the Kunlun School. Threatened, then, with a resolute face, he seemed to have made a final say to something and rushed to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng just had no magic power. The spiritual power, witch power, Buddha power and many other heavenly powers in his body were almost exhausted. He could no longer continue to form a strange magic seal, and his right hand was also trembling slightly, as if he could not catch the Kunwu sword steadily, and Kunwu sword had no previous. As bright as before, under the black sword light of the magic sword, he was gloomy.

Anyone can see that Ye Feng is unable to resist the two evil ancestors who have come back, and some people are even afraid that the Kunlun School will show the scene of Ye Feng's blood splashing five steps.

Lin Ningqi raised her heart to her throat and stared at Ye Feng, who was at a disadvantage. In the fierce sword wind, her body was a little wavering.

If he is defeated by this infinite magic sword, Ye Feng may be killed on the spot.

Ye Feng, who fell into a dead situation and could not escape the robbery, felt that there seemed to be a strange force gushing out of his body, and it took a moment to work all over his body.

A pair of black and red eyes turned into blood in an instant. In his eyes, there was infinite murderous intent, as if he had become a flood monster. All the creatures under him were his prey, allowing him to be insulted and devoured.

"The curse of the dead!"

It turned out to be the undead curse. At this moment, it permeated Ye Feng's body. When Ye Feng was in a life-and-death crisis, he wanted to help Ye Feng get rid of the mortal situation. The undead curse had the power to make Ye Feng lose his mind, but it also greatly increased Ye Feng's power.

This is a strange force that makes Ye Feng suffer and benefit from each other.

A terrible atmosphere of terror rolled over the whole Kunlun School, stirred the deepest heartstring of everyone's heart.

At this moment, the two demon ancestors looked at it coldly not far away, with no intention of taking action at all, as if waiting for Ye Feng to be cursed and killed by the undead.

The two did not dare to anger Ye Feng at this moment, for fear of being counterattacked by Ye Feng, who has lost his mind.

Zuo Feiyang looked down at Ye Feng above, showing his desire and anxiety. He also wanted to have the power of Ye Feng, but he was also afraid that Ye Feng would retreat because of the curse of the undead.

Zuo Feiyang did not figure out how Ye Feng, who was in a desperate situation, could produce such a mutiny and could not suppress the power of the curse of the dead in his body. Although he was anxious, he could only continue to wait and see, hoping that Ye Feng could suppress the heart demon and restore his nature at this time.

Zuo Feiyang looked at Bitong with an anxious face outside the court, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Ye Feng has got a lot of treasures in heaven. It seems that he has also got other secrets. He must be able to avoid this disaster."

Looking at Ye Feng's horrible look, tears crossed Lin Ningqi's beautiful and unparalleled face.

At this moment, Ye Feng's dilemma, like the most powerful and fierce dagger, is deeply rooted in Lin Ningqi's heart. The deep suffering is far more intense than the pain of energy.

Stepping on the top of the sky, one of the six peaks of Kunlun, is extremely cold and piercing, and waves of infinite aura magic emerge.

It was originally a region with green waves, lakes and mountains, and picturesque scenery, which is better than the fairyland on earth, but now it has become extremely desolate.

Stepping on the peak of the sky, a woman frowned and stared at the sky, motionless.

A pair of beautiful eyes are a little swollen, and the tears on his face are faintly visible. He mutters, "Ye Feng, don't fail. Now we Kunlun faction can only rely on you."

Her face is haggard, and I feel pity. The resentful and confused eyes, even if your heart is like steel, will turn into softness around your fingers!

She is exactly the broken Lin Ningqi.

Ye Feng's once strong figure has left an immortal mark in the depths of Lin Ningqi's heart. In the face of two half-step heavenly power, Ye Feng was cursed by the undead. Lin Ningqi, Mo Yanyao, Bi Tong and Han Yue have shed countless tears for Ye Feng.

This kind of spiritual suffering is almost unbearable. Lin Ningqi bit her lips and looked at the sky.

This long and arrogant figure is like standing helplessly in the ice sky of the snow cellar, which is even more sad and cold, which makes people feel pity and heartbroken!

In the Tianfeng, Mo Yanyao and others came over with the grief of Lin Ningqi.

At this moment, Lin Ningqi's original black, bright and soft hair actually has white hair like silver silk and messy loose shawl.

In a moment, all the white hair grows out!

Mo Yanyao, Bi Tong and Han Yue looked at Lin Ningqi, who had changed her appearance in disbelief, and were extremely touched.

Mo Yanyao slowly walked to Lin Ningqi, looked at the haggard Yurong, quietly hugged Lin Ningqi's fragrant shoulder, and said softly, "Lin Ningqi, why do you have to do this? Ye Feng hasn't reached the last moment yet. He will be fine!"

Lin Ningqi hid her head in Mo Yanyao's arms and said sadly, "Ye Feng is now cursed by the dead, and he meets two strong enemies. We can't help him!"

The two Taoist ancestors are half-step powerful, and all the powerful people in the Kunlun School can't be dealt with together.

Lin Ningqi could no longer restrain the pain in her heart. She swallowed softly and was already full of tears.

Bitong and Han Yue beside them also showed tears.

"Okay, Lin Ningqi, don't cry. Ye Feng's undead curse is not completely incomprehensible. I will make the decision for you!" At this moment, the Baixu Taoist in the sky actually looked at Lin Ningqi, and then looked in the direction of Huayan Temple.

Lin Ningqi stopped crying, and her eyes showed joy for the first time and said, "Taishang Laozu, is this true?"

Looking at the disciples of the Kunlun School who already have a few wisps of white hair, Baixu Taoism is faintly painful in his heart.

"As a teacher, I am willing to see the Taishang ancestor of the Shaoyang Sect. The secret art of the Buddha Gate of Huayan Temple may be able to resist the curse of the dead for a while. We are a few strong people in the Taixu period to go back quickly. By the way, we can also ask other Taishang Ancestors of the Immortal School to help. As for whether it can be done, I can't guarantee it." The white-bearded Taoist sighed softly.

Lin Ningqi's heart was shocked and immediately thanked the emperor's ancestor Bai Xu.

"Brother Changmei, Lin Ningqi and I are now inviting friends from all sides to help my Kunlun faction, and I'll be back later." The white-bearded Taoist said to the long-browed Taoist beside him.

The long-browed Taoist nodded slowly and watched his younger brother Baixu Taoist and Lin Ningqi go away with his sword. In a moment, he disappeared into the sky.

Huayan Temple School!

In Huayan Temple, the glow of the main peak, Huayan Peak, is the most gorgeous and magnificent. Whether it is the morning glow or the evening glow, it is all purple clouds all over the sky, the glow is ten thousand feet, and the glow is mostly purple and red.

Every morning, if Master Wuxuan, the ancestor of Huayan Temple, has nothing to do, he will stand on a boulder at the top of Huayan Peak, looking at the Kunlun School in the northwest of Shenzhou, which is the only area with a little power in the Xiandao Alliance today.

Today is no exception. Master Wuxuan, the ancestor of Huayan Temple, stood on the boulder, looked at the clouds in the sky from afar, and quietly watched the wonders of heaven and earth different from the past.

Under the purple-red rosy clouds, there is a rainbow as bright as a semi-circular seven-color band. At this moment, in the blue sky, the colored light changes indefinitely, like an arch bridge with flowers, above Huayan Peak and other peaks.

On this dazzling rainbow bridge with seven colors and as bright as a butterfly dance, two more dazzling white lights flew in the air. After a moment, the white light dissipated. Master Wuxuan was surrounded by a white bearded Taoist and stood beside Lin Ningqi.

"Baixu Taoist, why did you come here? The woman next to you..." Looking at Lin Ningqi, the youngest and most beautiful woman of the Kunlun School, she had a few waps of white hair and haggard. I saw the pity. As a person in Buddhism, Master Wuxuan was also shocked that he could not speak.

"Amitabha!" Master Wuxuan can only recite a Buddha's trumpet.

"Master Wuxuan, now my Kunlun faction is in danger, and I need your help. Ye Feng, in my Kunlun faction, has reached the realm of the cave sky. He is fighting with the two half-step ancestors of the Yin Demon Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect. Unexpectedly, they are haunted by the curse of the dead. You and I will return to the Kunlun School and reduce the curse of Ye Feng's undead! " The white-bearded Taoist said urgently.

"Is that true? The two ancestors of the Taoism are not small in the same way. In addition, the two of them will already use the divine sword and the help of the magic sword. I'm afraid that the Taoism is much better than Ye Feng. How can Ye Feng reach the realm of the cave? Master Wuxuan exclaimed.

"Ye Feng has got the Xuanyuan Sword from the heavenly world. Kunwu's seven swords have been completed, and he has also obtained the power of heaven. He has no way to fight with the two demon ancestors, but now he is trapped by the curse of the dead, and he seems to be worried about his life." The Baixu Taoist said eagerly.

"Kunwu's sword sees the sun again, and it still falls into the hands of Ye Feng, who is cursed by the dead. It is related to the safety of heaven and earth. We must immediately inform the elders of all sects of this matter and help Ye Feng together. As for whether we can eliminate the curse of the dead in Ye Feng's body, we can only do our best. After saying that, Master Wuxuan has raised his sword into the air, shuttled through the seven-color rainbow, and flew to the Kunlun School.