Chapter 1939: Supernatural spell seal!

Liu Shu gritted his teeth, and finally, the figure floating in the air, knelt down.
"Heavenly Sword Sect...I am willing, sincerely obey the Zilan Sword Sect, and from then on, become the Zilan Sword Sect, an affiliated gang!"
Liu Shu's voice was hoarse and unwilling.
Celestial Sword Sect, the strongest sect in the Northern Territory for thousands of years, now, unexpectedly, wants to be a minister to a gang composed of pure female nuns! ?
Moreover, this gang has always been the thorn in the eyes of the Celestial Sword Sect, thorn in the flesh, and the Celestial Sword Sect has always wanted to make him a minister, but now, the situation is reversed...
All this is because of this man!
"As a minister!?" Lu Chen grinned, and a strange smile appeared: "Do you think, what you say, I will believe it!?"
Liu Shu's face changed,
The reason why Xiang Lu Chen was sincerely convinced that what he did was nothing more than the fact that the sect was able to be preserved. In the future, there will be a chance for a comeback.
But if Lu Chen didn't even accept this, then using Lu Chen's ability to kill this seemingly large number of disciples of the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect would be nothing more than a blink of an eye.
Seeing Liu Xun’s face turned blue, with a cold sweat all over, Lu Chen turned his head, looked at Sikonglan, and said,
Lanlan, you are the master of the Zilan Sword Sect! According to you, do you want to let him With the Heavenly Sword Sect destroying the door!?"
In fact, Lu Chen already had a hint of wanting to let go of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
With Sikonglan's character, it doesn't make sense to support Lu Chen's killing like that.
Sikonglan hesitated and did not speak. Lu Chen smiled faintly: "I know that this group of people, although they said that they will stay, after all, they are all a bit threatening... they are sincerely convinced. In the future, no one can say whether they will Backwater!"
"However, don't worry! If you want, let this Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect be your Zilan Sword Sect, if you are a subsidiary force, I will let them obediently, you let Xiangdong, never West!"
Lu Chen said with a pinch of his fingers, and suddenly, a black mist gushed from his fingertips.
Mist eroding magical powers.
Lu Chen has never used this magical power since he got it. Now, it can come in handy. This mist-corroding magical power, after Lu Chen's sacred fire, the attributes, will become so cold, but the power contained in it is not less than that, the power that can corrode everything, only strong and not weak .
Lu Chen rubbed his fingers, and immediately, the mist that filled Lu Chen's fingers transformed into one after another, tiny curse marks.
As soon as they raised their hands, the hundreds of curse seals disappeared into the air as if they were shining. Then, the cultivators of the Celestial Sword Sect felt their foreheads tingling. When they felt it carefully, they found that they were horrified. On his forehead, there was a little more power.
This layer of power, like a spider spinning silk, separated countless thin threads and invaded all the veins of their bodies.
Although this layer of curse seal is extremely small, all the cultivators of the Celestial Sword Sect, including Liu Shu, the strongest elder among them, have a faint feeling that their lives are controlled on this layer of curse seal. .
"This is the mist-eroding magical power, the curse mark... Once it splits, the mist-eroding power can turn your body into nothingness in an instant..." Lu Chen said coldly, but , The disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect, but one by one, wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads.
Lu Chen made a move, and a mist of mist condensed in his hand and turned into a beautiful black jade pendant. This jade pendant is about the size of a quarter of a palm. Success, but without a trace of corrosion.
"This jade pendant is connected. The power of all the curse seals... As long as the jade pendant shatters...or, if it is urged by divine thoughts, immediately, all the curse seals will split immediately...the result...hehe!"
As Lu Chen said, he gently squeezed the jade pendant in his hand: "Lan Lan, now is the time for you to make a decision! If so, you will accept this group of "puppets!" "Then I, give this piece of jade pendant to you! If you don't want to! Then I keep this piece of jade pendant, there is no point in it!
Lu Chen said, already tightening his fingers, and all the cultivators of the Celestial Sword Sect suddenly felt a kind of life, no longer under their control, it seems that in the next second, the soul will return to heaven. sense.
Under such a powerful pressure, all of them knelt to the ground with a puff.
Seeing their terrifying fear and trembling fear, Si Konglan blinked, and still, took the black jade pendant from Lu Chen's hand.
"From today... the Heavenly Sword Sect is the subordinate sect of the Zilan Sword Sect, and you...hehe, speaking of it, you are already Lanlan's puppets. If so, if you dare to give birth to any unruly thoughts , The end..."
As Lu Chen said, his mind moved.
At that moment, all the curse seals were suddenly cracked.
An extremely weak mist eroded supernatural power, welling out of the slightly cracked curse mark.
The whole body was moved by pulling it. Although the mist-eroding magical power was small, it had already passed through their meridians and occupied all parts of their bodies. At this time, the curse had opened a tiny gap... …Although it was just a small gap, the mist eroding out of it began to corrode crazily. Their internal organs, muscles, bones, and blood plasma...
"Zizzi!"
Many monks started to emit black smoke on their bodies, ah! what! what! The sound of screams is endless.
From the inside to the outside, from the meridians to the bone marrow, how painful it is to feel that everything is corroded! ? No one can tell, all the monks, being eroded by this intense painful feeling, even their thoughts are stagnant, each of them is distorted, rolling on the ground, many monks floating in the sky , Even, all fell directly.
When the half-zhuxiang time passed, Lu Chen squeezed his hand.
In Lu Chen's thoughts, the curse imprint formed by countless mist-eroded supernatural powers began to slowly and automatically repaired. Those, in their bodies, the raging mist-eroded supernatural powers surged back. In the curse seal.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
The painful feeling finally disappeared. These monks, lying on the ground feebly, panting heavily, their bloodshot and red eyes began to fade.
"Mist-eroded magic spell, the eruption of pain... Have you already experienced it!?" A cold smile passed at the corner of Lu Chen's mouth: "It's just a trace of mist-eroding power. If it is, the entire mist If all the spells of eclipsing powers erupt...the end, you should be able to guess it!"
"Also... to remind you, the mist-eroded magical power curse mark... But it is very fragile. When you practice, you must pay attention to it... Maybe, your true essence, just touched on it, the curse mark It will crack silently...you guys, you can try it!"
The cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't help feeling faintly sad.
When this curse was engraved on their foreheads, they were destined to become slaves of the Zilan Sword Sect! Since then, no longer enjoy any freedom!
And the Heavenly Sword Sect... has also completely declined.
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