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The person involved Ming Tong, now he regrets it very much.

　　 I regret very much.

　　 Knowing that this curse imprint is so strange, I shouldn't have agreed to the soul ancestor in the first place.

　　 Then I won’t be overwhelmed.

　　 He also regretted that he hadn't stopped the fifteen priests from joining just now, which caused the flower of the curse to bloom.

　　 If you stop early, the backlash will not be too scary.

　　 Now...

　　 If other people join in and make this wonderful flower more than ten times bigger, in the end the whole Wu clan may be collapsed into the sky together.

　　 It belongs to the genocide directly.

　　 looked at Jiang Cheng with a joking smile on his face, then looked at the fifteen priests around him who seemed to have been hollowed out, and he took a deep breath.

　　 "You all stop."

　　 Fifteen people were shocked.

　　 Although they were all unable to speak, they still cast unacceptable intense eyes.

　　Once they stop at this time, it will take the high priest alone to maintain this huge curse seal, and the final backlash will be taken by him alone.

"Close hand!"

　　 Ming Toyuan opened his anger and shouted loudly.

"This is an order!"

　　 The teeth of the fifteen priests were almost crushed, and some of them even had red eyes.

　　 One by one, the silk thread evacuated from the flower of the curse seal.

　　 Every time one removes one, it is like one less burden of common lifting.

　　The weight on the shoulders of the high priest also increased sharply.

　　 When the last priest put away the witchcraft, the high priest suddenly touched a certain pattern of the cursed flower.

　　He is doing the last fight!

　　 What if this is the key slipknot to cure the curse?

　　 It's a pity that he lost the bet.

　　 This is also of course.

　　 There are already tens of thousands of layers of curse-printed flowers at this time, and the lines on each layer are hundreds of millions.

　　 He didn't even know that the probability was one part in a trillion, how could he succeed?

　　 hum!

　　 The gray light in the void flashed away.

　　 The vast and complicated flower of the curse has disappeared without a trace.

　　 officially announced that the curse had failed.

　　 hum!

　　 The high priest who had endured the backlash alone flew out and slammed heavily on the outer wall of the dark hall behind.

　　 A gray mist sprayed thinly from him, and the hard and tough outer wall melted into a pothole like quicksand.

　　 quickly spread out.

　　 The large wall quickly dissolved, and finally the front of the main hall and the outer wall on the left were all dissolved into ruins by the aftermath of the backlash.

　　 The pillars inside can be seen from a distance.

　　 For the Wu Clan, this ‘Holy Land’ has become so dilapidated for the first time.

　　 However, no one paid attention to this detail at this time, and fifteen priests with severely injured vitality rushed to Ming Dong for the first time.

　　 "The High Priest!"

　　 "The High Priest!"

　　 At this time, Ming Tou's seven orifices are black, and there is no sound.

　　 The originally ruddy and shiny skin appeared with fine wrinkles and ulcerated holes.

　　 Clouds of pus dripped down, and black smoke curled up from the hole, but it was amazing that no drop of blood could be seen.

　　 "The backlash of this curse is too strong!"

　　 "The high priest is almost dead. If you don't save it, you can't save it!"

　　 The fifteen priests didn't care about getting tired, they took up the bone sticks, stone beads and cloth flags, and performed witchcraft again around Mingtong.

　　 Silk threads spread out again, every festering hole in his body. All are shrouded in layers of green awns.

　　 The mysterious backlash temporarily stopped spreading, and was suppressed by fifteen priests.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the two sides launched an alternative ‘fighting’ on Ming Tong.

　　 And the witches in the periphery, who were already unable to contain their worries, poured in one after another.

　　 "The High Priest!" Gu

　　 "What happened to the high priest?"

　　 "His old man will not return to heaven..."

　　 "You nonsense, the great catastrophe of the ancient times failed to destroy the high priest, let alone a curse seal this time?"

　　 Having said that, everyone understands that this time is much worse than that.

"Ugh!"

　　 Jiang Cheng flew into the air, and through the rotten palace walls, he glanced far inward, deliberately adjusting his expression to a pitiful mode.

　　 "Good, good, good!"

　　 "The old man only wanted to find someone low-key."

　　 "But you guys have to work hard, forcing me to show off some of my strength, so why bother and why?"

　　 He made it as if the curse seal was invented and created by himself.

　　 Anyway, the merits of the system, the military merit chapter is originally obtained by yourself, there is nothing wrong with it.

　　 The witches around them were furious when they heard the words, but thinking of the curse seal just now, they didn't dare to step forward, so they could only glared.

　　 Jiang Cheng checked the prestige value panel by the way.

　　 Sure enough, their shock just now was all counted on themselves.

　　 There are many masters of the Witch clan, and it is more than 50 billion cents.

　　After counting the harvest, he meaningfully looked at the dumbfounded soul ancestor.

　　 The latter's mood now seems to have been baptized by a blizzard, completely cold.

　　 He never dreamed that the great high priest of the curse seal world would actually miss.

Oh no!

　　 That's not even a miss.

　　 Brother Cheng saw that he was still in a daze, so he could only give him a boost.

　　 then urged the two people's contract.

　　 In the next instant, there was lightning and thunder in the soul tower, and the eighteen purgatory package took turns to practice the soul of the soul ancestor.

"what!"

　　 Thousands of knives and pains brought the emptiness back to reality.

"no no…"

　　 His soul collapsed in the air and was torn into strands.

　　 screamed sternly, even the Wu people who were worried about the high priest were greatly shocked.

　　 How painful would it be to make the soul ancestor above it show such an ugly state?

　　 However, thinking of the curse seal just now, it seems to be taken for granted again.

"stop it!"

"I was wrong…"

　　The scream of the virtual continued for a few minutes, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Jiangcheng then stopped.

　　 He doesn't have a hobby of torture. He usually kills enemies in seconds, without pain or side effects.

　　 But there is no way, this soul ancestor always wants to murder him, he can't be beaten.

　　 "Go, Lord Jiang, Uncle Jiang!"

　　 Xu finally gathered up the fragmented soul body, condensed into a human form and crawled down.

　　 "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

　　 Jiang Cheng curled his lips.

　　 "Where did you go wrong?"

"I…"

　　The soul ancestor paused for a while, and then said loudly: "I shouldn't be bewitched by Ming Tong!"

　　 His condensed arm pointed in the direction of the high priest who had not yet awakened on the other side.

　　 "It's all him!"

　　 "It was he who instigated me to confuse me, he insisted on helping me settle some contract!"

　　 "I was busy relieving you at the time, so I said no need. I am loyal to Lord Jiang. This contract is proof of my loyalty. How can it be terminated?"

　　 "But Ming Tong, this bastard, was bold and completely ignored my strict refusal!"

　　 "I still want to stop at the last minute, but it's too late..."

　　 Jiang Cheng and Ji Linghan looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

　　 This is really the best.

　　 How did God make this product the first soul race born?