Lord of the Yellow River

Chapter 23 Curse
a manor,
The dark basement is arranged in a circular shape, and on the surrounding shelves, there are densely packed strange bottles and jars, in which some strange-shaped species and organs are pickled.

"Bang Bang~!"

There was a peculiar knock on the door.

"Come in." He roared hoarsely and lowly.

"Squeak~!"

A man in black robe came in, searched his eyes, looked at a man in gray robe on a black altar, and said respectfully with a blank expression: "Lord Bass, the things are brought."

While speaking, the man in black held a wine jar with both hands and handed it to the man in gray.

The gray-robed man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of gray pupils, which were lifeless but also unfathomable. He stretched out a pair of skinny big hands, took the wine jar, and sensed a stream of yellow turbidity.

He was surprised and said: "It's so turbid! The earth elements and water elements are very rich, and there is a sense of vitality and a hint of illusory mystery."

"The Dresser family, the blood of the Yellow River?"

"Yellow River?"

"I've never heard of this river in the world."

"The peak eighth-level magic and martial arts dual cultivation!"

"Master Assam is really willing."

"It's just that it costs a lot to curse such a genius!" The gray-robed man stared at the black-robed man with strange eyes, "Have you brought my things?"

The black-robed man trembled, took out a small wooden box from his arms, handed it to the gray-robed man, and said respectfully, "Lord Bass, this is the treasure you want."

The gray-robed man put down the wine jar, took the small wooden box, opened it, and placed a black ring quietly.He stretched out his hand, took out the black ring, input mental power, and it turned out to be a space ring.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly: "I only shot once. If he didn't die, I wouldn't make a second shot."

The man in black said respectfully: "Understood."

The man in gray waved his hand, and the man in black turned around and left the basement.

The gray robed man Buzz gently stroked the space ring and murmured: "Space ring! For you, I want to curse a peerless genius, you are really valuable!"

After muttering to himself for a while, Bass picked up the wine jar and placed it in the center of the altar, then started to activate the strange magic circle, muttering to himself.

"Om~!"

The strange magic circle suddenly erupted with a gloomy and strange energy, pouring into the wine jar, invading the yellow and turbid breath, following the connection in the dark, a strange curse force, across many spaces, Enter the host body of the yellow turbid breath.

Buzz stared fixedly at the wine jar in the magic circle, as long as the wine jar was broken, the curse would be considered successful, and he would be able to retire.

genius?

Oh, dead genius, that's trash.

Bass is confident of his curse.Because he once relied on the power of the curse to curse a ninth-level fighter and a ninth-level magician to death.

the other side,
The owner of the wine jar is obviously Lan Feng.

at this time,

Lan Feng is in a courtyard of the Hansen Chamber of Commerce, quietly comprehending the profound meaning of the practice.

Tuscany, it stood guard.

Suddenly, a strange gray aura penetrated into Lan Feng's body as if out of thin air, completely ignoring the dou qi shield on Lan Feng's body.

The strange breath entered the body, and the Yellow River blood in Lan Feng's body reacted immediately, and began to riot, intercepting the strange luck, and suddenly woke up Lan Feng: "What's going on?"

After careful perception, Lan Feng searched for a strange gray aura, which made his pupils shrink, and he was shocked: "The power of the curse? Hiss~! Undead magic?"

Undead magic, one of the three supreme magics, is famous for its weirdness and unpredictability. The number of practitioners is very small, but without exception, it is difficult to deal with.

To be able to release such a powerful curse power, the minimum must be an eighth-level necromancer, and the existence of a ninth-level necromancer cannot be ruled out.

"Heh, it's Yin!" No matter how good-tempered Lan Feng was, he was extremely angry.

curse?

Lan Feng watched the blood flow in his body. Although it was red, it was filled with a trace of strange black and yellow light. It was because of the existence of the black and yellow light that it intercepted the power of the curse, locked it, trapped it in one point, and transformed it For a grain of sand.

Mysterious yellow light?

A magical power unique to the blood of the Yellow River.

At first, the mysterious and yellow light could not be hidden.

Along with Lan Feng's practice of "The Secret Code of the Yellow River" and the improvement of her cultivation level, the mysterious and yellow light began to be born and multiplied, and slowly merged with her own blood, giving birth to the pure blood of the Yellow River.

This is the magic of the Yellow River blood.

Although I don't know what kind of existence the ancestor was, but with the magical blood of the Yellow River, the ordinary curse has no time to work.

The power of the curse was locked, and Lan Feng stood up angrily, with a voice transmission from his soul, he ordered: "Tuscany, stay here, no one is allowed to come in!"

Tuscany said respectfully: "Yes, master!"

"Hoo~!"

With one step, Lan Feng melted into the ground and disappeared in front of Tuscany. Tuscany was shocked when he saw it: "Master has become stronger again!"

Walking on the ground, Lan Feng sensed the location of the master who released the curse power according to the power of the curse.

Soon, Lan Feng found it.

Quietly, Lan Feng walked out of the ground and walked behind Bass.The strange thing is - Bass didn't even sense any breath from Lan Feng.

With his feet on the ground and his body melting into the ground, Lan Feng's aura was restrained to the extreme. Unless he was a sanctuary powerhouse or a god-level powerhouse, no one would be able to spot him.

Glancing at the altar magic circle in operation, especially the wine jar in the center, Lan Feng's pupils shrank, and he sensed his own breath of life, Hansen Restaurant!Lan Feng gritted her teeth!

After all the calculations, he never thought that he would be betrayed by Hansen Restaurant.

Oh, well, well, very well!
You are unrighteous, don't blame me for being unkind!

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart, Lan Feng looked at the gray-robed Bass and realized that he was a level [-] necromancer, which surprised him.

At this time, Bass was still staring at the wine jar intently. In his perception, the power of the curse had descended on the target, but he attacked for some reason, and then began to attack frantically, as if he was trapped.

Trapped?

Can the power of the curse still be trapped?
Bass felt that was a fantasy.

However, even so, so what, the power of the curse is not so easy to eliminate, even the strong in the sanctuary can hardly do it.

Bass is confident.

Suddenly, an interested and disdainful voice resounded in my ears: "Is it fun?"

"what?"

"Who?" Bass trembled in fright, turned around, and suddenly saw Lan Feng, the curse was interrupted in an instant, and the magic circle of the altar stopped working, and he was also terrified.

"Who are you?" Bass hurriedly took out a scimitar from his hand, and stared coldly at Lan Feng who came out of the blue. He couldn't feel his breath at all. How could this be possible?

Lan Feng stared at Bass, smiled and said, "Ninth-level necromancer? Cursing others, is it fun?"

"Lan Feng Dresser?" At this moment, Basmur suddenly thought of someone, and stared in disbelief, "How is it possible? How did you find this place?"

escape?
Bass would love to, too, but he wouldn't bet on it.

Faced with the first genius in ten thousand years, Lan Feng, who killed a ninth-level fallen angel with a single sword, Bass was both excited and palpitating.

Suddenly, Buzz's face turned pale. He felt that his curse power was removed, and he was even more shocked and terrified: "How did you do it?"

Lan Feng said contemptuously: "Curse? Oh, you don't know the magic of the Yellow River's bloodline at all! If it were a sanctuary necromancer, it might take me a while to get rid of it. Unfortunately, you are not."

Yellow River blood?
Buzz's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "What a special and magical bloodline of the Yellow River! What do you think?"

"Why, you're not running away?"

"Escape? Oh, I want to too. But, I know, I can't escape. My speed is not as fast as yours. Moreover, you can appear behind me quietly, and you can kill me immediately, but you No." Bas stared at Lan Feng, holding the bloody scimitar tightly.

"I give you two choices: one, die! Two, in the name of the supreme god of death, swear, I am the master, you are the servant, and my life and soul are in charge of me!" Lan Feng said indifferently.

Bass: "."

Death Supreme God?
Good fellow, as expected of the ancient Dreiser family, you know so much!
Bass is not reconciled. Once he surrenders his soul, he will be subject to him for the rest of his life. His life and soul are completely under his control, and he will not be free for the rest of his life.

However, Buzz didn't want to die either.

Bass struggled: "Is there a third way?"

Lan Feng suddenly laughed, and Bass was terrified when he saw it, and an abyss of coldness rushed straight into his soul.

But see, Lan Feng smiled and said: "Yes."

"what?"

"Make a pig."

"Human pig?" Although he didn't know what it was, Bass was deeply horrified, and his hairs stood on end. He was more frightened than meeting those saints in the undead world.

"Yes, man." Lan Feng smiled slowly, "The production method is very simple. Make a big jar, oh, ten times bigger than the wine jar on the altar."

"Then, chop off your hands and feet, stuff them into a large jar, pour a large amount of unknown liquid, and then put in a large amount of poison, soak for ten days and a half months."

"Hiss~!" Bass trembled unconsciously, terrified, he is not a human, he is a demon!demon!It's so vicious!
"When you shout your throat, cut off your tongue"

"Stop talking! I choose the second option! In the name of the Supreme God of Death, I swear allegiance to you, and I entrust my life and soul to your control." Bass couldn't listen anymore, it was too cruel!This is more terrifying than killing yourself!
"Oh, are you scared? I haven't finished talking yet, and there are a hundred and eight thousand ways to play in the future." Lan Feng smiled.

"Hi~!"

"In the name of the supreme god of death, I, Bas Tasker, am willing to hand over my life and soul authority to the great master Lan Feng Dreiser." Bass dared not listen anymore, trembling Swear, sign a master-servant contract with the Supreme God of Death.

"Om~!"

As soon as Bas finished speaking, a gray ray of light split into two, half of which flew directly into the depths of Bas's soul, and the other half flew in front of Lan Feng. He sensed a question from somewhere.

Lan Feng said, "I accept Bas Tasker's authority over life and soul!"

"Om~!"

Only half of the gray light entered Lan Feng's soul.

At the same time, Lan Feng also felt a strange imprint, as long as he wanted to, he could completely control the death of Bas Tasker's life and the shattering of his soul.

The master-servant contract of the supreme god is so domineering!

Lan Feng looked at Bass with a smile, and said with a smile: "Yes, you are very knowledgeable about current affairs."

Bass: "."

(End of this chapter)