"Still 'Great Witch', you don't even know what your own cultivation techniques are, and you still want to return to your roots?" The power of the "Witch's Curse" on Meng Siao's body is still increasing one circle after another, but there is not the slightest panic on his face, and he even has the leisure to mock the Yan Ren King.

"My cultivation is naturally the practice of the ancient 'Great Witch', such a high-level storage zài, you little beast like an ant, how can you know. The Yanren King sneered fiercely, "Don't think that if you destroy my body, you will be able to make peace in the world." The horror of the ancient 'Great Witch' is beyond the imagination of an ant like you! Just stand there obediently and wait for death, waiting for me to reunite my body, then disemboweling you alive and taking out the artifact fragments in your body -- I won't kill you so cheaply, I want you to be tortured every night by not being able to survive and die!"

"Do you still want to reunite your body?" Meng Siao also sneered, "This idea is too naïve, is it really impossible for me to take your curse?"

As he spoke, a character of "dismantling" condensed by spiritual power suddenly emerged from his sleeve.

As soon as this "demolition" character text floated out, it was directly printed on his body.

The next moment, there was a flash of inspiration, and the sound of a rope breaking faintly came from the air.

The head of the Yan Ren King suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face.

However, without waiting for him to take a closer look, under Meng Siao's drooping hands, one by one, the "dismantling" characters sprung up from between his sleeves like mushrooms after the rain.

These "dismantling" characters, without exception, were all printed directly on his body as soon as they appeared.

For a moment, his whole body flashed with spiritual light, as if he was in the midst of a firework.

"It's finally refreshing!" With a loud laugh, Meng Siao stretched his waist, looked at the Yanren King with only one head left, and said lightly, "Do you still want to try? ”

The Yan King's face was instantly covered with hideousness, and his entire face was completely distorted at once, and even the blood vessels on his face protruded terribly.

"I curse your body, and it will eventually become a scepter in my hand! I curse your eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and will eventually become the jewel on my scepter! I curse your soul, and it will eventually become the light on my scepter! I curse your ......" King Yanren really didn't die in the heart of the Yellow River, and his mouth once again let out a curse after curse.

These curses, which attracted the power that was extremely evil in the underworld, and the power of curses one after another, came down invisibly, like a rope, and wrapped around Meng Siao's body, wanting to bind him like this.

In the face of this shadowless and invisible power, Meng Siao had no way to dodge at all, but his hands had already written the "demolition" characters one by one.

Every time a cursed five-element chain descended from the underworld and wrapped around his body, there would be a "split" character that floated and was imprinted on his body.

The curse of the swallow king's voice became more and more hysterical, but it was useless.

As a result, his mouth can't keep up with the speed at which Meng Siao's hands write.

Later, before he finished cursing, Meng Siao's hand already had more than a dozen "demolition" characters waiting quietly.

"I curse your body, and it will eventually become the scepter in my hand, and I curse your eyes, ears, mouth, and nose and mouth, and it will eventually become the jewel on my scepter! I curse your soul, and it will eventually become the light on my scepter! I curse your ......" The expression on the Yan King's face was becoming more and more distorted, more and more hideous, and he was already completely hysterical to take the curse as a roar.

However, it was useless, his curse had just triggered the evil force in the underworld, turned into an invisible chain, descended, and put it on Meng Siao's body, and the next moment, there would be a "dismantling" character text, which was directly printed on this invisible curse chain, so that the chain fell apart in an instant.

"Don't struggle uselessly. Meng Siao looked at him, the brightness on his face gradually retracted, "I said that you are destined to fall into my hands today." ”

Before the words fell, in his hand, he was already holding the hilt of the Dragon Yin Sword, and at the same time, the sound of sword qi breaking through the air vibrated and sounded, and the brilliant sword light, with the momentum of opening mountains and breaking stones, slashed towards the only remaining head of the Yanren King-

With a clanging sound, countless sparks, accompanied by the thunderous sound of gold and iron clashing, burst out on a blood-colored mist.

"Hahaha!" The Yanren King looked at the sword blade that was close at hand, and suddenly laughed madly, "You want to kill me here?hahahahahaha! It's ridiculous! Do you know what this blood-colored mist is? It is the power that the ancient 'Great Witch' will only be born when he holds a ritual called 'Blood Sacrifice'! It is the power that belongs to the real 'Great Witch'! Not to mention you as a lowly ant, even if you come to a human immortal, an earth immortal, or even a heavenly immortal, you may not be able to cut through this layer of blood mist!"

Meng Siao ignored his cruel smile, and after taking a deep breath, the spiritual power was poured into the dragon sword again, and the sword body suddenly trembled violently, and the shaking blade made a dragon roar like a dragon.

"Chop!" At this moment, Meng Siao's other hand also suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, the blade of the sword was raised high, and then with the momentum of opening the world, he went forward towards the head of the Yan Ren King, and once again cut down!

"Boom"!

In the entire hall, there was a sudden roar of thunder.

On the "Abyss Altar", the bodies and air of the two of them were actually ignited by the countless sparks that burst out of the blood-colored mist slashed by this sword!

Clusters of flames, floating in the air, although they are all fleeting, but that kind of vast visual picture is enough to show the power of this sword.

However, he still couldn't break through the protection of this layer of blood-colored mist for the only remaining head of the Yan Ren King!

"Hahahaha!" "The Yanren King smirked wildly.

"A guy who only has a head left and can't do anything but curse, how dare he be so rampant?" The power that was forcibly awakened by the mysterious power of the immortal tomb seemed to be unbearable, and directly transmitted the voice to Meng Si and said arrogantly, "Boy, go directly to break his 'blood sacrifice' ritual and see how long he can be proud! What Yanren King! Hmph! Now it's just a matter of waiting for death!"

These words coincide with Meng Siao.

After trying, he has also discovered that this blood-colored mist originating from the "Great Blood Sacrifice" is definitely not something that he can forcibly break by relying on brute force now.

If you want to completely destroy the Yan Ren King, you must first destroy this "blood sacrifice" ritual of his!