C1791
C1791
After Female Ghost Jing Hong completely devoured the ghost aura after Ghost King's death, she directly brought the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader to the place where the curse was located.
In Chen Sanqiu's opinion, only the ghost aura after Ghost King's death was of some value.
As for whether the ghost aura of the imperial guards had been devoured or not, it was basically worthless.
On the other hand, the little ghost on Chen Sanqiu's shoulder was extremely depressed.
With the little ghost's current strength, wanting to snatch the essence of Ghost King's ghost aura from the many Ghost Generals, Female Ghost Jing Hong, was just a pipe dream.
Chen Sanqiu originally wanted to absorb a bit of the ghost aura that the Imperial Guards had released after their deaths to increase his own strength. However, Chen Sanqiu just walked away in a daze.
How depressing.
Looking at the countless souls of the wrongdoers greedily absorbing the ghost aura after the deaths of those imperial guards, the little ghost was filled with envy.
F * ck …
This group of ghosts had originally been completely unconventional.
Compared to his previous self, he was countless times weaker.
But now, he had gained an advantage.
As for himself …
The little ghost wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
Female Ghost Jing Hong saw that Chen Sanqiu left as soon as he said he would. She pouted and quickly followed him.
Before Chen Sanqiu could reach the place where the curse was located, he felt a powerful aura. It was just that this aura was filled with evil, causing him to tremble in fear.
As if freezing people's souls, Chen Sanqiu felt that his consciousness was a bit clouded and empty.
"Is that the curse?" Chen Sanqiu pointed at a hill in the distance. On it was a black piece of paper with characters written in fresh blood.
However, Chen Sanqiu couldn't understand what those characters meant.
What was even more surprising to Chen Sanqiu was that the characters written in blood were still fresh and alive, as if they were still flowing out of his body.
"This is Divine King's curse." Ba Xiang glared at the curse with narrowed eyes and said with a cold snort.
"I never thought that the false gods in the God Stage would be so pathetic. It's only to scare a group of ghosts, and Divine King is actually the one to take action. It's extremely laughable." Ba Xiang's black eyes burned with black flames.
It could be seen that Ba Xiang was very angry.
The other generations of Heavenly Demon Cult Leader were also furious.
"Divine King, even if it's God Stage, it's still a very rare existence. The entire God Stage, is only the top ten Divine King, I never thought that it would actually be necessary for a person of Divine King's level to attack a place like the gates of hell. Damn it." Ba Xiang continued.
Chen Sanqiu gulped.
Although Chen Sanqiu had never seen Divine King's valiance, he could feel from Ba Xiang's words how valiant Divine King was.
Just this curse was written on a piece of paper with blood. Countless years had passed, but there were still no signs of the divine blood drying up, as if it were still flowing.
This was enough to shock Chen Sanqiu.
"What's there to be afraid of? I killed Divine King before!" former Heavenly Demon Cult Leader snorted and said in disdain.
"Isn't it all because of their numbers, if it was just Divine King, I would have swept through God Stage long ago." Another person said.
Ba Xiang smiled bitterly and sighed.
"Above Divine King is the God Emperor. It's just that we haven't even touched that level of existence yet." Ba Xiang sighed and said.
Chen Sanqiu …
F * ck, an existence above Divine King?
How powerful must one be?
Wouldn't that mean that with a wave of his hand, the planet would be destroyed?
With a grin, Chen Sanqiu laughed dryly and said to former Heavenly Demon Cult Leader and the others, "Let's not think about the God Stage anymore. Let's first get rid of this curse."
Generations of Heavenly Demon Cult Leader nodded. Dozens of former Heavenly Demon Cult Leader released their strength at the same time and charged towards the curse.
A fishy stench permeated the entire Ghost Gate.
"Who broke my curse?"
"I am Divine King, Jiang Chen. Who dares to break my curse?"
Suddenly, an incomparably dignified voice rang out from the curse, resounding through the gates of hell.
Some of the weaker ghosts instantly lost their souls from this voice.
Even an existence with Female Ghost Jing Hong's strength was shocked to the point that she almost vomited blood.
"So powerful."
Chen Sanqiu immediately thought.
Yellow Sand Old Man was so scared that his face turned pale.
The little ghost was on the verge of death.
If Chen Sanqiu didn't stand in front of the little ghost and block most of the momentum, with the little ghost's current strength, he would have died without a doubt.
"I never thought that a single curse and a single sound from Divine King would be able to kill half of the ghosts." Chen Sanqiu turned around and looked at the ghosts that were mostly dead and injured. He was extremely shocked in his heart.
"Kid, what should we do now?" Ba Xiang gritted his teeth and asked Chen Sanqiu.
Chen Sanqiu's expression sank as he said in a cold voice, "Break it open."
I just don't believe it. It's just a curse from Divine King, and countless years have passed. Moreover, this place is Emperor Star, not God Stage.
Even if you are so awesome, come and kill me, Emperor Star if you have the guts.
In any case, he would eventually become the enemy, so he might as well fight to the end this time.
Ba Xiang and other generations of Heavenly Demon Cult Leader laughed: "Awesome."
He immediately continued to exert his strength.
The curse sounded again.
"If you want to destroy my curse, you must be punished." Divine King shouted angrily again.
Immediately, a drop of Wu Junyi's blood rose from the curse and rushed towards Chen Sanqiu, smashing into his chest.
Chen Sanqiu …
Generations of Heavenly Demon Cult Leader...
Yellow Sand Old Man …
"Master, master, don't, don't die!" When Female Ghost Jing Hong saw this scene, she panicked and almost cried out loud.
Chen Sanqiu felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer and his chest felt suffocated. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch his breath. He felt like he was about to die.
"I, I, I …" Chen Sanqiu tried his best to speak, but he felt a wave of helplessness. He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
At the sight of this, the former Heavenly Demon Cult Leader and the rest of the generations who had just destroyed Divine King's curse were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat and their souls almost flew out of their bodies.
F * ck, Chen Sanqiu is the hope of Heavenly Demon Cult, the future.
If Chen Sanqiu had three rounds or two, who knew when Heavenly Demon Cult Leader would be the next to show up?
Not just anyone could be Heavenly Demon Cult Leader, much less every Heavenly Demon Cult Leader who could lead Heavenly Demon Cult to revival.
Chen Sanqiu closed his eyes unwillingly and roared in his heart: "This is just a drop of Divine King's blood, a drop of blood that has left Divine King's body for tens of thousands of years. How could I die under such a drop of blood?"