Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw dense handprints flying over, space was trembling, air flow surged rapidly, and power fluctuations were stacked layer by layer, like the waves of the sky.

The handprint carries the power of darkness and swallows the holy light emitted from Zhang Ruochen.

"The attack that was just distracted was so powerful. Wujiang was indeed a powerful enemy that should not be underestimated."

Zhang Ruochen seemed to be here to seize the quasi-emperor-grade holy pill, but in fact, he had another purpose, intending to test Wujiang's cultivation level so as not to be caught off guard when he met on the battlefield of the sky hunting.

The great saints who can cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm within a thousand years are all extraordinary and have trump cards. Even if the great saints of the Thousand Question Realm are despised, they will suffer a great loss.

What's more, Wujiang ranks at the top of the Great Perfection List of the Hundred Shackle Realm, so Zhang Ruochen naturally attaches great importance to it and dares not underestimate the enemy at all.

Without head-on encounter with Wujiang, Zhang Ruochen used the space to move greatly, crossing the space and disappearing from the spot before a hundred handprints fell.

Wujiang noticed this and was not surprised. He seemed to have guessed that Zhang Ruochen would use the space shift to avoid it. A cold smile appeared on his face and said to himself: "The space controller is not invincible."

His lips chanted, and the power of cursed suddenly scattered silently from his body, like fog, cotton, and net, covering the universe space of thousands of miles acres.

For the Nether Clan, the power of curses is their most fundamental means.

Just like: the sword of a sword cultivator, the power of eating saint flowers, the knowledge of Confucian and Taoist monks...

The mystery and weirdness of the curse can be compared with time and space.

At this moment, Wujiang is exerting the "Blood-Devouring Curse" in the curse power, which is a curse specifically used to deal with humans, Rakshasa tribes, Immortal Blood Clans, etc., and other flesh and blood creatures.

Once contaminated by spells, the blood in the monk's body will be quickly lost until it turns into a mummy.

Even the mantra casters did not know where the disappearing blood went, and who was swallowing it up.

"Wow—"

The space trembled slightly, and Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared, and was only more than a hundred miles away from Wujiang and the Immortal Finger, standing in a triangular shape.

The Blood-Devouring Curse captured Zhang Ruochen's breath and gathered all towards him.

"not good."

The power of the curse invaded the body, Zhang Ruochen's skin was sunken, his body quickly withered and became shriveled. Even if he mobilized the defense of the holy energy and the destruction of the divine fire, he could not resist it.

The power of the Blood-Devouring Curse is omnipresent and no defense is useful.

"Just enjoy the pain of being blood-sucked!" Wu Jiang shook his head gently, too lazy to look at it again.

In his opinion, killing Zhang Ruochen is a little harder than killing an ant.

Zhang Ruochen's hands were embracing, his body contracted, and quickly turned into a small light spot. The light spot jumped for a moment, and used a large space movement, flew thousands of miles away, and escaped from the space covered by the Blood-Devouring Spell.

"What a terrible curse power. The curse attacks encountered in Kunlun Realm before are a thousand miles away from Wuwang's methods."

Zhang Ruochen was not panicked because he had known for a long time that he had a big gap with Wujiang with just his hard strength. This time he competed with him for the quasi-imperial Holy Idea Pill, just to see how big the gap was.

His body has lost a little half of its weight, and a large amount of holy blood in his body has been lost.

He tried his best to mobilize the Divine Fire of Purification and refine the power of the Blood-Devouring Mantra in his body, but the effect was minimal. The holy blood in his body was still losing, and a strong sense of weakness invaded his whole body, making people drowsy.

Logically speaking, the Purification Divine Fire can break the power of curses, but it depends on the strength of the Purification Divification Divification Divification Divification and the power of the Curses. A drop of water extinguishes the candle fire, but it cannot extinguish the fire.

Both are the imperial flame-level pure destruction divine fire, with different cultivation levels and different rules for entering the fire path, so the power of bursting is naturally different.

"It seems that at least one has to reach the Hundred Shackles Realm to refine the curse power with the Pure Destruction Divine Fire. Now... it's still a little short of it." Zhang Ruochen endured the discomfort of blood loss while trying other methods to fight the curse power.

The high priest of Fulu Black Robe nodded slightly and exclaimed: "The Blood-Devouring Mantra is one of the six major mantras of the Nether Clan. Wujiang has already practiced to the seventh level at a young age. In theory, only the Supreme Great Saint of the Nether Clan can achieve it. The Great Saint of the Hundred Shackles who can practice the Blood-Devouring Mantra to the fifth level can be regarded as a peerless talent."

Dan Shi said, "Don't forget that he is the disciple of the Dark Temple, and he has thousands of hands and eyes. In the future, he will definitely be able to be invincible. With his strength, he can be invincible in the same realm."

"It's a pity that in this era, a cosmic divine fetus emerged, and a natural imperial divine bone was released, and it was pressed down."

"It is not a wise act to provoke Wujiang before Zhang Ruochen has reached the Hundred Shackles."

The high priest of Fulu Black Robe said, "After a moment, Zhang Ruochen should die under the Blood-Devouring Curse. Well... Now, he is still in the stage of elixir grabbing, and they have not entered the battlefield of hunting the sky. If it is not officially started, I will help him, at least save his life, so as not to explain to the Blood-Devouring God of War."

The high priest of Fulu's black robe was about to take action, but he noticed something, stopped and let out a light ejaculation.

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen, who was suspended in the universe, burst out with a bright green light on his abdomen, purifying the power of the Blood-Devouring Spell.

Even the shriveled body recovered as before in an instant, and the skin became smooth and smooth again.

The green light is the light of the heart of the divine wood, containing infinite essence of life, and is the nemesis of the Blood-Devouring Curse.

In order to improve mental power, Zhang Ruochen had already swallowed a heart of the divine wood into his belly and absorbed the knowledge of a Yuanhui of the Heavenly Divine Wood. Unexpectedly, at this time, it actually played a role.

The blood-devouring curse dissipated, Zhang Ruochen's energy and spirit became full, and he flashed out again, rushing towards Wujiang and the immortal fingering Dan Ling.

Wujiang has a deep cultivation level and has suppressed the Immortal Sharp Pill Spirit. It is at the critical moment of collecting.

When he found that Zhang Ruochen had actually resolved the blood-devouring curse and approached again, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Can Zhang Ruochen actually resolve the blood-devouring curse?"

It should be noted that with the Blood-Devouring Curse, a great saint in Qianwen Realm suffered a great loss in Wujiang's hands.

A thousand miles apart are covered by the power of the Blood-Devouring Curse, and flesh and blood creatures cannot get close to each other. Why can Zhang Ruochen do it? How did he block the power of the mantra?

"Your blood-sucking curse is very powerful, but unfortunately I can't do anything to you. Get out of here immediately, otherwise I will collect it together."

Zhang Ruochen held the purple gold gourd in both hands, stood under the immortal's finger, but faced the gourd mouth towards Wujiang.

"Chichi."

At the mouth of the gourd, 36 million space inscriptions emerged, spreading across hundreds of miles.

Wujiang knew the power of the gourd so strong that he dared not underestimate it. He looked behind him and found an asteroid in the form of a huge rock that was hundreds of miles long.

So he released his mental power, condensed into an invisible big hand, grabbed the asteroid from the air, and threw it at Zhang Ruochen.

"receive!"

Zhang Ruochen shouted lightly.

The space collapsed violently and contracted, instantly squeezing the asteroid into pieces and putting it into the gourd.

The power of swallowing was not completely blocked, but still fell on Wujiang and the immortal finger Dan Ling, and quickly pulled them over.

“What a powerful suction.”

Wujiang's face changed slightly, and he immediately released the power of darkness.

With his body as the center, the surroundings became dark, swallowing all the power close to him. From a distance, a huge black hole was formed in the area where Wujiang's body was located.

The black hole also emits a powerful suction force, pulling against the power bursting from the gourd, making it difficult to distinguish between strength and weakness.

After placing the quasi-emperor-grade holy intention pill and the immortal finger pill spirit into the gourd, 36 million space inscriptions returned to the mouth of the gourd and became restrained.

In the black hole, Wujiang walked out, stood more than ten miles away from Zhang Ruochen, his face full of murderous aura, and said, "Get back that quasi-emperor-grade holy spirit pill, I can spare you for the time being."

Zhang Ruochen covered the gourd lid, stared at him without fear, and said, "I was just about to see if you have any other means, just use it."

"Okay, you are seeking death by yourself, no wonder I am."

The black electric pattern between Wujiang's eyebrows released a ray of electric light, slowly cracking and turning into an upright eye. In the pupils, dense illusion light appeared, forming ten thousand eyes, arranged in front of him.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's consciousness became blurred, not knowing whether he was in an illusion or in the real world.

I just felt that the world where he was was illuminated by ten thousand rays of light. Ten thousand eyes were hanging above his head like stars, and each breath emitted was as terrifying as a god.

If it were other monks, even the Great Saint, were stared at by the eyes of ten thousand gods, they would probably have kneeled on the ground.

However, Zhang Ruochen supported it with his strong will, his body was as tight as an iron bar, and he did not surrender in the world of "the illusion of thousands of eyes".

"It's not bad. Your willpower is so strong. Unfortunately, your cultivation and mental power are too weak."

Wujiang walked towards Zhang Ruochen step by step, with a handsome face but extremely cold face. He said again: "I only have the sixty-second level of mental power, so I dare to take the initiative to fight me. Don't you know how far you should escape when you meet me with your pitiful cultivation level?"

Zhang Ruochen could hear Wujiang's voice and could sense that he was approaching, but the eyes of ten thousand gods locked him, making him unable to fight with all his might. Apart from that, he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Rumbling."

Zhang Ruochen stimulated the will of the Dazun, the King of Ming Dynasty in the holy heart, slowly raised his arms, and a nine-layer divine palace Tianyu appeared above his head, fighting against the ten thousand eyes.

I silently recited in my heart: "Everything is an illusion. It is impossible for the power of ten thousand gods to burst out. They are all illusions. We must overcome the illusion and find the truth."

...

In the distant Danqi River, Luo Yi, who had just collected a king-grade holy spirit pill, happened to see this scene and was anxious: "How could Zhang Ruochen, a rash ghost, challenge a strong man like Wujiang now? Wujiang's mental power has reached the sixty-sixth level, and he has defeated the Great Saint of Qianwen Realm with his mental power alone. If he is given a talented magical power and illusion, even a strong man in Qianwen Realm will have to retreat even if he encounters him."

Wujiang walked to Zhang Ruochen, stretched out a index finger, and spit out the dark force of his fingertips, turning into a black sharp blade, slowly stabbing Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.

"Crash."

The space fluctuated slightly.

"stop!"

Luo Yi used the space to move greatly and appeared opposite Wuwang, stepping on circles of ripples in space, as if standing in the center of a lake.

Wujiang didn't look at her directly and said casually: "Princess Luo Yi should not meddle in other people's business. Just you can't stop me. Your royal brother is here, and there may be some possibility."

"I'm not here to stop you, but to save you." Luo Qi said.

A look of doubt appeared in Wujiang's eyes. The sharp blade in his hand stopped, stared at Luo Yi, and said, "Save me?"

"The Battle of Sky Hunting has officially begun. If you kill Zhang Ruochen, you will deduct 500,000 points. Do you have 500,000 points now?"
To be continued...