The Ancient Vast Realm

But compared to Jian Wuchen, Feng Xuan's face remained calm and he was still watching the bloody world calmly.

Different from Jian Wuchen's training method, he has been used to killing in the Tianyao War City for nearly ten years. It can be said that his hands are already covered with blood. The total number of slaughtered creatures can form a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. No exaggeration.

Feng Xuan's practice requires a lot of souls. For him, killing and death are just the most common things on his path of practice. Perhaps one day, he himself will become one of the countless bones in the hands of other stronger people.

However, although the killing speed of the two men was extremely alarming, many hawk monsters still escaped from the Sky Eagle Peak and scattered in all directions.

"Can't escape"

After hearing Jian Wuchen's words, Feng Xuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Why, the rest are just minor characters. Do you still want to hunt them down yourself? Isn't it a waste of time?"

Jian Wuchen's eyes narrowed, he looked at Feng Xuan and said in a deep voice.

He was a little worried, not about the escaped eagle monsters, but worried that Feng Xuan would fall into this crazy killing and be unable to extricate himself, and would eventually be corroded by the way of killing and become a very vicious person.

There are countless avenues in the world, and the path of killing is undoubtedly one of the top avenues. However, although this path is relatively easy to practice, it is also the most risky.

The path of killing is prone to evil spirits. Throughout the ages, countless powerful beings who have embarked on this path have fallen into it and been unable to extricate themselves.

Those so-called ferocious beasts are the ultimate products of this path.

"You're worrying too much"

Feng Xuan glanced at his friend next to him and roughly guessed what the other person's worries were from his eyes.

"Don't forget our purpose this time. Killing is only secondary. What we need is shock."

As Feng Xuan spoke, he raised his arms. His eyes were as dark as an abyss. Behind him, the phantom of the Disaster Lord's body appeared. He was actually sitting on a huge throne, with his chaotic face slightly raised. It's like staring at the sky, like a king hidden in the darkness.

"Calamity is born from the origin, life is destroyed by calamity, blood is used as the medium, misfortune never ends, misfortune never ends... Take!"

Feng Xuan let out a light chirp, and it seemed as if some breath had been taken away from the corpses that could be seen everywhere. The entire Tianying Peak was gradually shrouded in black mist, and finally turned into billowing wolf smoke and rushed towards the sky, like countless clouds scattered. Come on.

"curse!"

Seeing this scene, Jian Wuchen's expression changed and he couldn't help but shout in horror.

What Feng Xuan had just cast was obviously some kind of curse, but this curse didn't seem to target a single creature, but more like a large-scale curse.

Jian Wuchen once heard from an old man that there are witch cultivators who specialize in curses and can use curses to kill enemies hundreds of millions of miles away, which is extremely astonishing.

It's just that although this method is powerful, it harms the harmony of heaven and earth. Every person who practices the way of curses will inevitably be plagued by bad luck and will be displeased by heaven and earth. Every curse is accompanied by powerful side effects and will not be cast easily.

Moreover, the path of curse is not unsolvable. A path that is similar to fate and cause and effect will naturally have a huge risk of backlash once it is used.

Jian Wuchen was just puzzled. They were just some remnants of the hawk demon, so there was no need for Feng Xuan to be so desperate.

"You're crazy, don't stop now! Although there are not many hawk demons left, I'm afraid there are at least tens of thousands. Aren't you afraid of losing your lifespan by using such a spell?"

Jian Wuchen shouted sharply, wanting to interrupt Feng Xuan but was afraid of accidentally hurting him, which would be even worse.

However, Jian Wuchen's words obviously had no effect at all. It was not until dozens of breaths later that Feng Xuan, who had his arms wide open, slowly retracted his arms. The darkness in his eyes faded, and the shadow of the Calamity Lord behind him also slowly retracted his arms. Disperse slowly.

"No problem"

Feng Xuan opened his eyes, looked at Jian Wuchen's worried look, and smiled slightly.

Jian Wuchen was right, he was indeed cursing those remnants of the Eagle Demon Clan just now.

With the blood on the Eagle Peak as the source and the breath as the guide, it is not difficult for him to do this now.

In other words, although Feng Xuan's method is similar to a curse, it is even weirder, because he is using the calamity energy on the Eagle Peak to entangle the eagle demon clan, causing them to suffer disasters, and eventually die in the calamity. Under anger.

Yes, this method comes from his Dharmakaya Disaster Heavenly Lord. Although Feng Xuan was able to perform similar methods because of his practice of the Disaster Sutra, he has never been able to put it to practical use.

Unlike other palaces that can gain powerful power through the Emperor Sutra of Kung Fu they practice, for Feng Xuan, the Disaster Sutra seems to be of little use to Feng Xuan except to resist the disaster.

However, after he broke through to the fourth realm, this Imperial Scripture, which had always seemed a bit useless, slowly showed its unique horror.

"It seems that my Wind Clan is cursed like this, but I don't know who the owner of this source of disaster is?"

Feng Xuan's eyes were filled with concentration as he looked at the escaping auras of disaster.

He was not really mentally affected by the way of killing as Jian Wuchen said, but he acted like this after deep thought in his heart.

As a cursed clan, one who is burdened with disasters, Feng Xuan knows very well that if he wants to get rid of disasters and trace his origins, the best answer is to integrate into them and truly control them.

However, Jian Wuchen was right about this behavior. Although he was the source of this disaster, he had to pay a price for it.

Feng Xuan looked at the black fog vortex above his head, and frowned slightly as he saw it expand again.

He had expected this. Although the bronze scroll and the seven-colored blood of his master blocked it, it was still firmly penetrating outward.

As the saying goes, it is better to drain than to block, and it is better to lead than to drain. This thing will explode sooner or later. It may be a good thing for him to explode earlier, so as not to accumulate too much and be unable to resist.

However, this is just one of the prices.

"My life span seems to have been reduced by a hundred years."

Feng Xuan checked himself, pulled out a strand of white hair in front of him and murmured.

A strong man in the fourth realm, even if he has just broken through, can have a life span of five thousand years. As a witch cultivator who nourishes his soul, Feng Xuan can easily live for ten thousand years without any problem, becoming a veritable old monster.

A small spell, using the disaster curse to kill some insignificant little characters, would cost him a hundred years of life as a powerful man, which seemed to be extremely uneconomical, but Feng Xuan didn't think so.

This time, he wanted not only to curse these eagle monsters and complete the real genocide, to give the various tribes of the Thousand Flame Volcano a sufficient deterrent, but also to use this to verify his own way. A mere hundred years of life was nothing to him.

"If you can't solve your own problems, what's the point of having a longer life? The catastrophe is coming, and life span? It's just an illusory thing"