Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"You, why are you here? I clearly didn't call you!"

As Emperor Han Tian said this, he couldn't help but step back, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

After all, I made it clear last time that if you call once, the price will be half your soul.

But the big hand ignored him and just drew a circle in mid-air. The next second, countless soul fragments flowed through the small hole and turned into a complete soul.

Emperor Han Tian took a closer look and suddenly discovered that the owner of this soul was actually Mo Batian.

Emperor Han Tian immediately understood what was happening, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You, what deal did you make with him! What deal!"

But Da Shou didn't pay attention to Emperor Han Tian's shouts. After restoring Mo Batian's soul to integrity, he took it into the black hole and left directly.

After the black hole disappeared, it turned into a piece of black bone and fell to Emperor Hantian's feet.

Emperor Hantian slowly bent down and picked up the black bone. His fingers could not help but tremble, and his face was extremely pale.

He calmed himself down as much as possible and thought about various possibilities.

He didn't have much contact with Mo Batian, but he still knew something about Mo Batian.

This man's only weakness is that magic feather. Could it be a transaction related to that magic feather?

Thinking of this, he slowly walked to Mo Yu's side.

"Could it be some kind of life-protecting formation?"

Thinking of this, a dagger appeared in his hand.

But before the dagger got close to the magic feather, the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the dagger immediately fell off his hand.

Emperor Han Tian quickly tore open his clothes and looked at his chest. His eyes glowed brightly, and he immediately looked through his body to his heart.

I saw a black mark engraved on his heart. The mark looked ordinary, like a casual stroke. But after seeing the mark, Emperor Han Tian's face immediately showed a look of horror.

"Heart-eating curse!"

Emperor Han Tian shouted, he could recognize the mark engraved on the heart at a glance.

The Heart-Eating Divine Curse is the tenth-ranked curse seal among all the curse seals recorded in the Black Scriptures. The person who has this seal will be implicated in someone's life. As long as the other person's life is in danger, he will immediately suffer a hundred times the heart-eating curse.

The pain!

In addition, even if there is even the slightest thought of harming the opponent in the heart, the Heart-Eating Curse will be activated immediately, punishing it with heartbreaking pain.

And the most important thing is that once you are hit by this curse, you can't get rid of it unless you die. Even if Han Tiandi only has a spiritual body that is hit by this seal, not his true body, the power of this divine seal has already implicated his true body, and it is impossible for him to do so.

Escape.

"Mo Batian, you are so cruel!"

Emperor Hantian cursed, his red eyes filled with anger.

He turned to look at Mo Yu, hating him equally, but as soon as that trace of hatred arose, a heartbreaking pain followed.

"Damn it!"

Emperor Han Tian cursed angrily and quickly put this idea out of his mind, and then the heartbreaking pain stopped.

But the next second, the Heart-Eating Divine Curse was activated again.

"Damn it! I obviously didn't want to harm him!"

Emperor Han Tian cursed and turned to look at Mo Yu.

At this time, the vitality of the magic feather is looming, and it seems that it will break at any time. If you don't do anything, you may die in the next second.

Thinking of this, Emperor Han Tian did not dare to wait, and ran over quickly, pouring a trace of the original power directly into Mo Yu's body, and Mo Yu's vitality began to slowly recover.

And the Heart-Eating Divine Curse slowly subsided.