To cast a spell on a single person, you need to obtain something from the other person's body. It can be a drop of blood, a hair... or the clothes that the person has worn.

Without these things, if you want to cast a spell on your enemy, you must use your mental power or eyes and lock it first.

If you cannot lock it, the power of the spell will naturally be greatly reduced.

Just like before, Yan Wushen used the Buddha's light to easily purify the curse that invaded his body.

Wuwang's mental power is the best in the entire sky hunting battlefield. No monk can compare with him. Zhang Ruochen moved more than twenty times in a row, but he could not escape his mental power lock.

In the end, Wujiang cast the Curse of Death, and also cast the Curse of the Underworld, completely trapped Zhang Ruochen.

"What a weird curse."

Zhang Ruochen stood in a circle of dark green light, and was not panicked, but his heart had stopped beating.

Even if his body is immune to curses, he cannot withstand such powerful power of curses.

The body temperature dropped rapidly and reached freezing point.

The blood flow rate becomes slow.

What's even more terrifying is that the heart loses consciousness, which is like being frozen by cold ice or transformed into a stone. With his sixty-fifth-level mental strength, he cannot protect it.

"Many gods in the Hell Realm are probably staring at me. If I use the Heart of Truth, it will definitely be exposed."

Using the heart of truth, Zhang Ruochen has faith and breaks the mantra of death.

However, I dare not use it directly.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen could also escape into the purple gold gourd and use the power of the supreme, but he could fight against the death curse. However, even though he saved his life, he would give up the battle of hunting the sky and be completely trapped.

In just a moment, Zhang Ruochen thought of several coping strategies, and they were all rejected one by one.

"That's all!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes sterned, releasing the million times of masculinity that he forcibly suppressed. Immediately afterwards, the divine flame contained in the Jingmiao Divine Fire and the Yan Shen Le also became violent.

The body turned red in an instant.

"Dongdong."

The heart resumes beating.

Zhang Ruochen burned his divine flames all over his body, and his two eyeballs turned into fire beads, which made the dark green dark light that trapped him slightly distorted.

"Blood grinds the embers."

A blood-colored millstone gradually condensed and formed above his head.

There are also stars in the world of truth that emit light, spreading around the body, spreading the dark light and continuously gathering towards the blood-colored millstone. The aura of destruction that erupted from the blood-colored millstone is getting stronger and stronger.

Wujiang's face froze, and he sent a message to the 132 great saints of the Underworld: "What Zhang Ruochen used was the unique skill of the Blood-Devouring War God when he was the Great Saint, and the blood grinding of embers. He integrated the way of truth into it, probably because he wanted to activate ten times the attack power."

"Everyone who obeys the orders can manifest the gate of fate, mobilizes the power of fate, and suppresses Zhang Ruochen."

"Tang Wentian, Tibetan Wenhai, Wu Jida Sheng..., you ten, enter my underworld and form the ten directions of the underworld formation."

Under the foot of Wuwang, the gloomy and intimidating country of the underworld appeared and spread out for hundreds of miles. Inside, there are White Bone Demon Mountain, Blood-colored Lake, Magnificent Yin City..., all kinds of terrifying scenes.

On the star of the Nether Clan, half of the opportunity Wujiang got was related to the "Nation of Underworld", which doubled his "Nation of Underworld".

Moreover, as long as you spend more time and have boundless confidence, the evolution of the underworld becomes more mysterious. Even if you practice to become a god in the future, there will be infinite benefits.

The ten great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm of the Underworld rushed to ten directions of the Underworld Kingdom and prepared to form a formation.

Once the formation is formed, even if Zhang Ruochen bursts out ten times the attack power, he cannot break through the defense of the underworld.

"Amitabha! That's great, the opportunity has finally come!"

The Great Saint Tiannu Daoyuan, using the "Secret Method of Rock", his body became like a star fragment stone, floating in this space, ready to ambush Zhang Ruochen at any time.

However, Zhang Ruochen's space path is powerful and he has never found a suitable opportunity.

Wujiang was doing his best to control the Curse of Death, the Curse of the Underworld, and suddenly felt a sense of the heart and noticed that a fragment of the star stone flew towards him quickly.

"Hmm? Stone? No."

Wujiang's face changed and he shouted: "There are ambushers, be careful."

"Haha! It's too late, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, everything disappears."

The fragmented stone of the star appeared to be a circle of Taoism, with a big bald head and a round face, emitting a thousand-foot golden light from its body, and its body was cracked inch by inch.

"Boom."

Self-destruction of the holy source.

The ten great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm who were planning to form a formation were the first to be blasted. They were within the core range of the Daoyuan's self-destruction, and instantly all exploded into ten blood mists, leaving only a piece of large holy bones, and were thrown out.

Daoyuan is the great saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm. The destructive power formed by the self-destruction is too strong, and it rushed towards Wujiang and more than 100 great saints of the Underworld.

Wujiang gritted his teeth tightly and trembled with anger.

Just now, if I hadn't done my best to deal with Zhang Ruochen, just a Tiannu, how could I have the chance to self-destruct the Holy Source in front of him?

The fall of the ten great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm of the Underworld tribes has caused too much loss. In the eyes of the gods of the Underworld tribe, it is all his boundless fault and he must be fully responsible.

Wujiang took a deep breath and pressed his palm forward.

"Wow—"

A circular dark light formed in front of the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi beads, like a shield, to resist the surging destructive power.

Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised. He never expected that such a change would occur.

In fact, the one who Daoyuan wanted to ambush Zhang Ruochen, but he saw more than a hundred great saints of the Nether Clan gathering on the opposite side, and they were completely unprepared and could destroy them all in one wave.

So, the strategy was temporarily changed.

What's the point of dying with Zhang Ruochen?

Only by killing more than 100 great saints in the hell world at one time can you feel more accomplished.

"It's a good opportunity."

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen smashed the Nether Light Curse and fired out ten times the attack power of blood grinding embers. The destructive force formed after self-destruction through the passage of the road hit the round Nether Light Curtain in front of Wujiang.

"Oops!"

Wujiang saw the blood-red millstone in front of him that was even bigger than the mountain, and his heart sank.

A brilliant wave of light of destruction came out, and the shield of the dark light shattered. Wujiang and more than 100 great saints of the underworld were thrown out at the same time, and they were all seriously injured.

"After all... I lost..."

Wujiang's body became even more broken, and even his mental power was backfired by the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi beads and suffered some trauma.

"cut!"

Zhang Ruochen chased after him, waved his hand and slashed out a crack in the space.

Wujiang barely supported the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi beads and blocked it.

"cut!"

"Kill again!"

...

After another space force fell, Wujiang finally couldn't hold on and fell into the broken space, surrounded by nothingness and darkness.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi beads that he wanted to fly away and quickly sealed them.

Another supreme holy weapon was obtained.

In an instant, the space returned to level.

Zhang Ruochen felt a little regretful, but he was unable to kill Wujiang after all.

To reach the realm of the boundless and Yan Huangtu and others, coupled with their own perverted talent, it is easy to defeat, but it is too difficult to kill.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen was determined to kill Wujiang, but instead put himself in a dangerous situation. So this time he was very decisive and directly drove Wujiang into the void space, causing him to withdraw from the battlefield.

Next, there are more important things to do.

"Zhang Ruochen is so arrogant that he defeated Yan Huangtu and Wujiang in a row."

"I'm afraid that only by lacking the entire sky hunting battlefield can he become his opponent!"

"Did you forget Yan Wushen? Yan Wushen is also a Yuanhui-level genius and will never be weaker than Zhang Ruochen."

...

In the entire hell world, countless monks were talking about Zhang Ruochen.

At the same time, it also talked about Que, Vulgar Infant, Yan Wushen, and even Luo Shengtian. However, the defeated Yan Huangtu and Wujiang rarely talked about it.

The loser is destined to be a foil and is dull.

Yan Wushen's eyes were deep and he said, "You have never used the holy will when you fight Wujiang. Is it because the holy will you cultivate has reached a higher level and cannot be perfectly integrated with the holy art?"

To transform the holy will into combat power, it must be combined with the holy art.
To be continued...