Ragnarok, the end is coming!

The death knell bell spread, and countless creatures in the Eight Desolations were in a trance in an instant, as if they saw the future, and saw the scene of the Eight Desolations shattering, countless living beings dying, the saints falling, and the strong withering.

Uncontrollable sadness and grief.

And near the bell, countless talismans condensed into a black-clothed figure, reciting a death funeral song towards the death knell.

A great crisis is coming, this is the power that can be comparable to the primeval supreme, powerful and terrifying.

Bang!

The death knell was suppressed, everything was silent, Ning Wuji's eyes were cold, and the bright divine light around him rose to the sky.

Rumble!

The purple divine light was swirling, and in Ning Wuji's body, there seemed to be sentient beings praising him, and in the endless brilliant divine light, a perfect body full of infinite power was instantly condensed.

The purple-gold glass-colored divine light continued to flow on the surface of the body, and it was vaguely seen that there were 129,600 gods in the flesh and blood, which was almost a source of power, and could give birth to endless divine power on its own. Its own strength will never be exhausted, and it exudes infinite power.

The long purple hair fluttered in the wind, and the strands of hair cut through the void, cutting a crack in the sharp space, which could cut through the vacuum, and even the strands of hair had terrifying lethality.

The witchbook once told Ning Wujian that the power of faith can fight against curses.

The power of the curse, if it is the power of the heart at its root, is the power of the heart, and if the power of the mind is strong enough to pay a huge price, everyone can curse.

Even mortals can curse others, for example, people often say "draw a circle to curse you", which is also a curse, in fact, only your heart is full of resentment, and you can indeed curse others at the cost.

But. This is just a simple curse, a forbidden curse, which requires a heavy price, and this curse is a use of the mind, the curse of ghosts, and the price paid is definitely not small.

Dealing with the power of the mind, the faith of all beings, is undoubtedly the most powerful means.

Ning Wuqian does not cultivate the path of faith, but his inner world. But he has absorbed a large number of Heavenly Desolate Deities, knows the source of this power, and knows how to use it.

This power can be harnessed only if there are believers, and the object of worship ignites a divine fire and creates a deity.

Faith?

Rather than lacking, the faith of the demon race, the faith of countless races in the inner world. It can be said that his faith is comparable to that of the creation gods of heaven.

As for the divine fire, that is, to make one's own divine soul shape a god. This deity is worshipped by all people.

That's not a problem either!

In the divine light, a perfect body full of infinite power instantly condensed, and the purple gold glazed divine light continued to flow on the surface of the body. You can vaguely see the gods that exist in the flesh and blood, exuding infinite power.

Long black hair fluttered in the wind, strands of hair streaked across the void. Cutting a crack in the sharp space, it can cut through the vacuum, and even the hair has a terrifying lethality.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

The vast purple light rose into the sky, confronting the death knell, and on closer inspection, it could be seen that the death knell emitted gray gas, colliding with the light of faith emitted by the gods.

The curse of the death knell is also the curse of all sentient beings, and the belief of Ning Wujian is also the faith of all sentient beings.

This is like the two sides of yin and yang, which are extreme to each other, but they are mutually restrictive and counterproductive.

This is also the reason why faith can check curses.

If curse is yin, faith is yang!

The spear in the god's hand was raised straight, pointing at the huge ancient bell that had appeared in front of him, and in his body, 129,600 gods chanted their faith, spewing out infinite power, pouring into the spear.

"Bang!"

The spear seemed to swing out in the void unusually slowly, but it was instantly bombarded with the ancient bell. With just one blow, the ancient bell let out a terrible roar, bursting out with the power of a curse, and the surrounding void collapsed at once, and the power that erupted shattered the spear alive.

Ning Wujian did not panic, his arm retracted along the power that erupted from the ancient bell, and then, the second blow blasted out again, this blow seemed unusually restrained, as if it was unpretentious, and where it passed, the void did not shatter in the slightest, but simply bombarded the ancient bell.

"Click!"

The ancient bell roared again, and the war spear collapsed, but on the bell's body, a terrible crack appeared strangely.

The old man's eyelids jumped, the gray light in his hands sprinkled, pouring into the death knell, the death knell buzzed and vibrate, and the majestic power of suppression appeared again, the breath of terror, the power of death, covering the heavens.

"Bang!"

Ning Wujian blasted out again, this blow, the whole spear seemed to suddenly come to life, on the surface of the spear, countless figures appeared, emitting a mighty hymn, and bombarded the ancient bell again.

Space collapses at the tip of the spear, and time passes.

This time, the power that erupted from the spear inevitably shattered the space of the collision.

On the ancient bell, cracks quickly covered the entire bell body at an astonishing speed, and then suddenly shattered into hundreds of millions of fragments, bursting out in all directions, completely exploding.

Everywhere he went, hundreds of thousands of miles of battlefields were plunged into the power of Ragnarok. The void collapsed, and the stars shattered. The space was collapsing in a terrible way.

In the void, countless scenes of Ragnarok emerged, gods with broken wings, and gods of war with broken arms. Broken swords, mutilated bodies.

With the breath of doom, everything will be annihilated.

It took a long time before it calmed down.

Ning Wujian was still standing, the purple light shining all around him, and on the opposite side, the old man showed a dignified color, and in the palm of his hand, the gray death knell gradually condensed.

Unlike the entity of the Chaos Bell, the Death Knell is made up of curses, and between the virtual and the real, it is under the control of the user, that is, the Death Knell cannot be broken or destroyed at all.

As long as there is a death knell in the heart, then this bell exists.

"Good!"

The old man held the death knell in his hand, and the gray gas around his body diffused out, his body was decaying, and the power of the curse was diffuse.

In the end, the old man's body completely dissipated, leaving only a gray mist wrapped in the death knell, and in the gray mist, there stood a figure, vague and invisible, only a pair of blood-colored eyes, cold and terrifying.

In the blood-red eyes of the demon ye, the indifferent heavenly path flashed with a crystal blood-colored light, with endless coercion, and swept by.

The old man's curse, to the extreme, not only cast the curse, but also refined himself into a curse, it can be said that in order to bear the power of the curse, his body has long been decayed, in fact, unless the immortal body, it is impossible to withstand this curse power at all.

Only the gods and souls are alive, and the power of the forbidden curse is not something that everyone can bear, and there is a price to pay.

This is one of the prices paid by the elderly. (To be continued......)