God Level Demon

Honestly, with the strength of Xiaping now, it is still a little unrealistic to try to counteract the five great ancient saints. After all, the ancient saints who understood the laws of space were so powerful that they were not so easy to deal with.

Not to mention that there are five of these places, it's even worse. If it's careless for a while, I'm afraid the gully will tumble over the boat, but it's my own bad luck.

“Master, I think we can use the power of the cursed black coffin. ”

Qingniu said: "The curse of the black coffin releasing a hint of curse is terrifying enough to allow the saint to fall into infinite purgatory. If the master can use the power of the cursed black coffin, even if it is a small fraction, then it is easy for these seriously wounded near-ancient saints to die in the shadows. ”

The reason it feels able to take care of these phantom saints is because Xiaping sealed the curse on the black coffin and perceived the power of this treasure, and naturally knew how horrible it was.

“You're right, you can indeed use the power of a cursed black coffin to kill with a knife. ”

Xia Ping squinted his eyes. Although the curse black coffin was sealed by the Ball of Genesis and could not move freely, he could also borrow a curse from the black coffin.

These curses are so weird and horrible that fortunately they have Hell's Blood on them and restrain all dark and unclean forces that you don't have to worry about the power of these curses hurting you.

At the same time, he was able to control the power of these curses to attack the enemy.

“This dead cow is right, we can take the opportunity to sneak in and instill a curse into these five near-ancient saints, and let him fall into the nine ghosts, his soul breaks down, and his body is badly traumatized. It is easy to annihilate these near-ancient saints.” The Cat Cactus says it is rare for it to be consistent with the advice of the Blue Bull once.

If the five near-ancient saints were to be eliminated, it would certainly be of immense benefit.

Even if it can't be eliminated, Xiaping can escape without fear of harm.

This has long been undefeated, and there is no reason not to do it.

“Okay.”

Xiaping ran the magic in his body, his mind moved, and suddenly he manipulated the ball of creation, revealing a little bit of bloom, a blast, and suddenly a hint of curse emanated from the cursed black coffin, like a shark touched blood, and then raced out of this bloom.

“Seal. ”

His hands stamped and his body poured out a massive force of Hell's Golden Ugly into a hell of a symbol that instantly wrapped these curses around him.

Then he shut down the ball of creation again, and stopped these curses from leaking out.

And these curses, wrapped in the wraps of Hellfire, remain untamed, crashing like a black monster, but always sealed in a cage of Hellfire condensed spaces.

It can be said that the energy in Hell's Golden Wood is also something that can destroy the power of the curse and can be restrained.

If the true Golden Wood of Hell were to appear in this place, it would surely purify the cursed black coffin.

“Go on. ”

Xiaping's eyes revealed a glimmer of cold, his hands waved gently, and suddenly tens of thousands of damned golden Ulu runes wrapped around the curse, silent, blended into the void, and bombarded the past towards Saints such as Minerva.

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Meanwhile, Minerva is still negotiating with Sofia.

“What do you say? Sophia, I can give you an hour to think about it, but for over an hour, you have to give me an answer, and now I have no patience. ”

Minerva's eyes revealed a hint of cold.

The reason why he was so patient with Sofia was that he would never use violence because of the presence of the Fantasy Presbyterian Church on his head, the ancient saints and the invincible saints who suppressed him.

But now it's different. Those phantom ancestors died seven, seven, eight, and nobody can hold him over their heads anymore. He's now the temporary leader of phantom people.

So his patience is less than it used to be, and if Sofia doesn't agree, he's just going to have to choose the king to stick to the bow.

The other three near-ancient saints were looking at themselves as outsiders.

“You!”

Sophia had a little anger in her eyes and was about to say something.

Psst!!!

Between moments, thousands of black lights instantly fell into the deepest parts of the bodies of the five great ancient saints, because this black view was too fast, too close and silent, they had just escaped from danger and lost their due vigilance, so they did not react at all.

For a moment alone, the Hellfire wrapped around the power of the curse, like a nail, was suddenly nailed into the bodies of these five near-ancient saints, like the anthrax of the epiphysis.

“Who are you, who's here pretending to be a ghost, get the fuck out of here right now?! ”

A saint in green drank angrily and was shocked and angry. He had no idea that such a thing would happen. He knew that there were five near-ancient saints in this place, and he didn't even notice that there were still enemies surrounding him.

His anger broke out and he couldn't help but arrest the sudden enemy and crush the body.

“Ah!”

At this point, a near-ancient saint in black couldn't help but scream because the power of the curse began to strike: "Damn, what is this? Why is there such a powerful power of death, resentment, magic, and such a horrible curse? What the hell is this? ”

His horrified discovery was that those black lights that entered his body immediately exploded, and the strange forces of horrible resentment, death, magic, curse, etc. wrapped around every corner of his body.

The power of these curses, like the sickle of hell, frantically cuts the laws of space in his body, destroys every cell in his body and even erodes his soul, causing him to fall into an infinite abyss.

For a while, he roared in the bottom of his hiss, roaring, running his body's powers, his body crashing like a leather ball, as if completely mad.

The power of that horrible curse erupted, causing him to completely lose his mind, as if countless demons were devouring his soul and dragging him into the infinite abyss.

“Cursed black coffin, this is the power of the cursed black coffin, asshole, shouldn't it be suppressed by the ancestors in the depths of the void? Why does this ominous force appear in this place? What kind of person, what kind of person is so cheap, to make such a trick to reckon with us? ”

A saint in green is well acquainted with this power because he once approached the inner palace of the treasure trove and perceived up close the ability to curse the strange horror of the black coffin, making him unforgettable for life.

But now this power is on him, and he's suddenly scared to death.

Once embroiled by such cursing power, it is a lifetime, such as the anthrax of the epiphysis, that goes on and on.

No saint today knows more about the horror of the black coffin than he does.