"God doesn't cross you, I cross you, my name is Feng Zhao, and I am a god and a curse." Feng Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint melancholy, his white hair hung down to his shoulders, and his black eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

"What is a god spell?" Lan Wujiang was stunned, raised his head in panic, and grabbed Feng Zhao's wrist with his thin fingers, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"The Divine Curse is a curse made by mixing the souls of ancient gods and the evil spirits of the world. I was retaliated against before, that person put the divine curse in your father's body, since you were born, I have been in your body, because your consciousness has never awakened before, so you have never seen me, recently the mood is abnormal, but it has broken the shackles. Your fate is unlucky, the fate of the dangerous stars of the seven stars and the first line, the lifelong murderer, ups and downs are hopeless, and the dantian demon spirits coexist, clamp each other, devour each other, and when you inhale pure spiritual energy, you will only be miserable, and eventually become a waste dantian. ”

"There are often humane, gods and demons who hold spells, evil as Rakshasa and fear as Yama, and they are born to be demons." Feng Zhao smiled suddenly, crushing all the luck in Lan Wujiang's heart.

Lan Wujiang's teeth trembled, his fingers curled up, and the green tendons on his neck flared up, "Demon? If the demon can fish out my mother's soul from the netherworld, what about being a demon? I'm just afraid that I won't find a trace of my mother after rummaging through the Three Thousand Lechuan River!"

Feng Zhao tilted his head, the soul silk drop in his palm was crossed by a red thread, his sleeve robe rose slightly with the wind, the light yarn flew up, Lan Wujiang's eyelashes fluttered, and there was an extra object between his slender neck.

"Soul silk drops can protect the soul for ten years, I used the fourteen years of power accumulated in your body to extract it from your mother's body, if you can attain the Dao Dengxian within ten years, your mother may still have a glimmer of life. Lan Wujiang, I will cross you today, but I am not omnipotent...... If you want to get what you want, you have to fight for it. ”

"I have stood at the peak of the divine realm and seen the sun, I have also been imprisoned for a hundred years and fallen into the abyss, I know what fear and despair are, I have seen those mortals who do everything possible to become immortals, I am not afraid that you will have evil thoughts and vain, and you will not respect the etiquette of the world, I am only afraid that the host I entrust is a waste without courage, Lan Wujiang, are you? You tell me. Feng Zhao smiled wildly, not remembering that Lan Wujiang had just pushed him away, striding forward, his fingers hooking Lan Wujiang's chin.

Lan Wujiang bit his lip out of blood, and Yin Hong's sleeve slowly flowed down.

She looked at Feng Zhao's shallow eyes, and let go of her teeth, her beauty was better than the jade ring, "Ten years, you help me become an immortal, I will help you return to the divine realm, if you break your oath, you will die without a corpse, and your soul will be scattered." ”

Feng Zhao's eyes softened, he gently wiped the blood from Lan Wujiang's chin, and the internal force poured into his whole body from Lan Wujiang's eyebrows, he lowered his head and whispered in Lan Wujiang's ear, "Okay, it's just that now you have to bear with it, I will rebuild the dantian for you in your heart." ”

Lan Wujiang's pupils shrank sharply, and the sharp pain made her have no time to react, goosebumps rose all over her back, and her muscles twitched.

The light enveloped her whole body, the scabs of her body wounds fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, her dry skin was moist and white in an instant, she was bowed back, her waist was soft to an incredible arc, her arms were hanging in the air, her hair was scattered in the wind, and her ears were the whistling of the heat wave of magma.

She hurts, she is angry, she is nirvana at this moment.

Born against the fire.

"Bang."

Feng Zhao closed his eyes, like a jade palm brushing Lan Wujiang's eyes, "Close your eyes, don't open them." ”

He snorted, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Then, Feng Zhao's white hair turned black from the root of his hair, and the evil aura in his open eyes was wanton, his body tensed, and he licked the blood from the corners of his lips jerky.

Lan Wujiang's eyelashes scratched his palms very itchy, Feng Zhao chuckled, let go of his hand, turned around and said, "Okay, now go back and avenge yourself." ”

Lan Wujiang staggered back two steps, only a cloud of white mist remained in front of him, and he could no longer find that peerless figure.

At this moment, the wind rises, and the heart is very depressed.