I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 1127
He fought against enemies whose strength was far superior to his own, hovering between the limit and death again and again.

This life has only come to the present after going through life after death again and again.

He has overcome all those sufferings, how could he make Mo Bai admit defeat in this current practice?

Bloodshots spread from Mobai's eyes, and he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the huge thunder force coming from a distance, a roar came from his throat.

On his body, the protective shield given by the Immortal of Cursing was faintly flickering. He took a deep breath, and rushed out on his own initiative, like a mayfly shaking a big tree, and ruthlessly collided with the power of thunder.

Bang!
A loud sound resounded, waves of thunder swept away, and Mo Bai's figure flew upside down again.

Yun Qingcheng was outside, and could only see Mo Bai's changing expression, showing a painful expression, but he didn't know how much pain he had endured.

The soul of the Curse Immortal also entered the soul sea of ​​the Furious Curse King, and he was standing outside the Thunder Soul Sea with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the figure of the young man vomiting blood and flying upside down in the sea of ​​thunder. His old face was expressionless, but his eyes moved slightly.

Up to now, Mo Bai has withstood [-] thunderbolts in total, that level of attack, even a god who has survived the catastrophe is quite terrible.

But that young man persisted.

With such perseverance and tenacity, even the Immortal Mantra nodded slightly.

This Mobai really deserves to be the reincarnation of the curse of the master god who inherited three points of blood essence.

The blue is better than the blue, and now he has lost the indifference and hostility of being the master of the curse world, and has become more like a young man struggling to the limit, very much like the main god when he was young.

"What a desperate little guy, I just want you to take this Thunder Sea as your own, but I don't want to take your little life."

At this moment, Mo Bai is obviously at the end of his strength, and if he persists, something may really happen.

The cursing immortal smiled helplessly, moved his figure, and appeared in front of Mo Bai out of thin air.

With a wave of his sleeve robe, he scattered the thunder force that came again, and said with a smile: "I can withstand more than 20 thunder forces for the first time, not bad, let's continue after recuperating the injury. This kind of cultivation, It’s not enough to bear it with red eyes, you have to be tempered and become stronger so that you can bear it again and again, and finally change from bearing them to manipulating them.”

"it is good."

Mo Bai nodded his head with difficulty, however, just such a slight movement made his muscles seem to be torn apart.

The flesh and blood in the body seemed to be burning.

His chest heaved violently, and he gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

At this moment, the inside of his body was completely destroyed by the force of thunder, and he must be repaired as soon as possible.

Black arcs of lightning danced on the surface of Mo Bai's body, and that trace of thunder force was looking for a gap to penetrate into Mo Bai's body, hammering and forging this damaged body.

Although the severe pain was spreading, Mo Bai could faintly feel that when the severe pain spread, the muscles, bones, and blood became hotter, and the strength was growing slightly.

Obviously, the frantic bombardment before did not only bring him severe pain and injuries.

(End of this chapter)