Chapter 128: Curse of blood inflammation

The cyan big seal was in the air, and then photographed towards Zhao Shi, with many wind blades surrounding it, like the king among the clouds.
"go with!"
The cyan light above his head was filled with cold light on Zhao Shi's face, and the blood lotus sword was divided into three to form a sword formation and slashed towards the blue clouds in the sky.
boom!
Under Wu Haotian's full-strength attack, Zhao Shi's sword formation collapsed, his body flew dozens of pieces away, spouting a large mouthful of blood, and the blood lotus sword flew, revealing his dim real body.
"Zhao Shi!"
Ouyang Wu exclaimed.
My Haotian expression is gloomy, and the cyan big seals in the sky form a large cyan storm, like a king of authority in the wind: "A mortal like an ant, I don't know why the sect does not completely clear away you bugs.
After you die, I will find your resurrection point and kill you countless times.
Now, die! "
Fang Yin crashed down with the blue storm in the sky pool, like a small green world.
"You won't have such an opportunity."
A cold light appeared in Zhao Shi's eyes, but he did not look at Wu Haotian's highest potential but the Golden Core Stage ants, but at the entire White Cloud Sect.
No one had ever given him such a shame, and the senior leaders of the Baiyun Sect were all killable.
If you are willing to cooperate, you can cooperate. If you don't intend for the two parties to be well, you dare to insult him so much now, he has written down this hatred.
Zhao Shi didn't look at the storm in the sky. He held the Blood Lotus Sword with one hand, his eyes were slightly closed, a light appeared on his body, his wrists split automatically, and a large amount of blood poured out into the Blood Lotus Sword in his hand.
The breath of Zhao Shi's body was wilting little by little, his face was pale as paper, his hair turned from shiny black to yellow and split ends, and even his smooth skin was slightly wrinkled.
The red light on the blood lotus sword became more and more prosperous and dazzling. A one-meter-long red blood light sword aura formed in his hand. In fact, it quickly broke through the late stage of Qi refining and reached the peak of Qi refining. , And was still rising, and then Peng's sound turned into a dark red flame and slowly burned.
The red light is shining, and the cyan big seal that was originally astonishing at the top of Zhao Shitou is as insignificant as the cyan hurricane around it immediately turned into a breeze under the contrast of the bright red lightsaber.
"Do not……"
Wu Haotian's expression on Wu Haotian's face changed in the imperial cyan big seal and the cyan hurricane. He could no longer attack Zhao Shi, and an extremely dangerous breath surged from his bone marrow.
Cyan Dayin came back to protect his whole body, hanging down the cyan air wall, but none of these brought him a sense of security, and the tingling and itching feeling spread throughout his body.
"impossible!"
The big cyan seal is on the side, and the sense of crisis has not been slightly slowed down, but it is still a little bit stronger.
As soon as Wu Haotian gritted his teeth, a purple-gold talisman appeared in his hand, and a golden shield appeared around him.
What made him even more frightened was that the talisman that the Sect Master gave him a body protector that was enough to resist the attack of the Condensed True Peak had no effect at all.
Suddenly, a faint blood inflammation burned slowly throughout his body, eroding the blood, mana, vitality, spirit, everything in his body a little bit.
Fang Yin's protection is useless!
The cyan shield is useless!
The talisman that can resist the peak of the Condensed Realm is useless!
The blood inflammation on Zhao Shi's hand lifted into the sky, standing on the sky, slowly burning, like an illusory thing, the breeze couldn't make it sway in the slightest.
"Master! Master! Save me!"
The screams sounded, and the calmness on Wu Haotian's face disappeared after trying everything, and he looked at the blood inflammation that was slowly burning on his body with a look of horror.
It burns slowly at its own pace like an illusory object, without the slightest change in his movements, and the speed neither increases nor decreases.
No one attacked Zhao Shi, because in a short span of time he changed from a young man to an old man in the wind, with gray hair, dry teeth, and wrinkled skin. No one thought he would survive in the future.
"stop!"
An angry voice sounded, and a refined middle-aged man from the peak of Golden Core appeared in the same place, his huge mana surged toward Wu Haotian, trying to remove the blood inflammation from his body that had burned his flesh and blood.
"Ahhhhh...Master, save me! You asked me to come, save me!"
With a horrified expression on his face, Wu Haotian tightly grasped the person's hand, tears streaming down, and the intense pain made him scream.
The skin on his body has been burned, and his whole body is red, like a skinning evil spirit.
The strange thing was that his cyan robe was not damaged in the slightest, and there was no trace of blood flowing out. The blood inflammation just burned quietly, devouring his flesh and blood little by little.
"Haoer..."
Feng An's huge mana poured into Wu Haotian's body, but it didn't have the slightest effect, as if it were not in the same dimension, it did not have the slightest influence on the blood inflammation.
He turned around and shouted at Zhao Shi: "I told you to stop, did you hear that!"
Murderous aura overflowed all over his body, and the momentum of the golden core peak was spreading out like mountains and seas, making everyone's body stiff.
Zhao Shi looked at him faintly: "Are you called Feng An?"
"I tell you to stop!"
The huge thunder and lightning palm hit the blood flame floating in the sky, but it was as if it had stopped a projection, and it could only be furious.
Ignoring him, Zhao Shi stared at the two Golden Core cultivators behind him, an old woman in the middle of the Golden Core, the master of Chi Yaoyue, and another from the early stage of the Golden Core, who was said to be a radical sect of the Baiyun Sect.
Seeing Zhao Shi's body as a young man, but now as withered as a centenarian, a body that could die at any time, and the gaze staring at them, the two of them couldn't help feeling cold and their scalp numb.
"The three of you have been watching the theater for so long, is it fun?"
Zhao Shi's voice was hoarse, and his face moved slightly, as if a smile appeared, but his face wrinkled and trembled, looking hideous and terrifying.
Yu Yao reluctantly said: "Your Excellency, we have no malice, we just want to take a look at your combat effectiveness."
Zhao Shi said with interest: "Did you see it?
Can you imagine the end of the three of you now?
You will be like him in at most twenty years, are you looking forward to it? "
Yuyao and Huomang are like falling ice reservoirs, cold and speechless.
Behind them, Chi Yaoyue looked at Zhao Shi and her master in pain, with tears in her eyes.
Feng Anger turned his head and said coldly: "Do you think I don't know the details of your extraterritorial demon? You descended near Qingmu County, right?
I don’t believe in turning Aoki County upside down. Can’t find your resurrection point?
I only need to send a condensed realm immortal cultivator to let you die without a place to be buried. "
Zhao Shi faintly smiled: "The idea is very good, but how can I be comparable to ordinary people? The system gives me the opportunity to choose the resurrection point at will."
With a kick in Feng An's heart, the most worrying thing happened, and some regret that he shouldn't be so entrusted to deal with a foreign power.
Zhao Shi mocked: "It really is the last minor repair, too little knowledge and arrogant.
People don't know what to say. If you are willing to cooperate, you can cooperate. If you don't want to cooperate, we will have a good relationship. This is really annoying. "
Feng Anger said in a deep voice: "What spell is this?"
At this time, Zhao Shi had the interest in chatting, and said braggingly: "This is the blood inflammation that I developed in conjunction with curses. If anyone of you is proficient in curses, you can solve them."
He had some regrets: "Unfortunately, I can only curse people whose life is inferior to me, and I have to commit suicide with my whole body once to be able to use it. It is really a tasteless one."
"But it's just right to use it here."