Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 47 Curse
In the fierce hurricane, the golden-green light columns merged into energy flows, flowing into Wang Chen's body.
"He is devouring the energy of Demon King Pojun." Heihuang frowned, thinking that Wang Chen was not simple.
The Pojun Demon King in front of him is basically a wisp of spiritual consciousness, but in reality it is an aggregate of energy. Even the Pojun Sword he is wielding is not a real existence, but a form of extremely powerful energy.
Ancestral Qi has a natural restraining power against this kind of ownerless energy.
The real body is not here. At this moment, the energy controlled by the Demon King Pojun with only a wisp of spiritual consciousness is simply not enough to destroy the ancestral energy.
The expression of Demon King Pojun was solemn, and the experienced him suddenly roared.
boom!
The Pojun Sword suddenly shattered in a very small area, causing a violent explosion.
Everyone saw a dazzling beam of light rushing straight into the ground, and the ground that was harder than steel melted and decomposed like tofu. Then the earth shook violently, and a rumbling sound penetrated deep into the ground before it returned to calm.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a neat, bottomless pit appeared on the ground.
It was so dark that I didn’t know how deep it was.
"Dead?"
All eyes were cast towards the pit.
There was silence for a moment, and a thin green smoke floated up, but there was still no sign of Wang Chen.
Aside, a burst of shrill laughter suddenly broke the strange silence.
"Hahaha."
Kong Pojun laughed loudly. This mark of the Pojun Demon King was his reliance for dominating the underground fighting arena.
Although the mark was damaged today, it would not take long for it to recover and keep him safe.
“What a pity.”
As if in response to the laughter, a long sigh came from the pit.
The laughter stopped abruptly, Kong Pojun was shocked, but he saw a figure flash by and Wang Chen jumped up.
At this moment, he was filled with regret.
The energy of the demon king's mark is like a sweet rain.
Putting aside the extremely high-quality demon king energy, just the demon king-level form and rules contained therein would definitely bring great benefit to his cultivation if he had the time to study it carefully. Unfortunately, the Pojun demon king reacted quickly and detonated the Pojun sword in the first moment.
When everyone saw this expression, they looked at each other in shock.
He took the sword attack from Demon King Pojun with his bare hands, but he still felt unsatisfied.
"madman!"
Kong Pojun's pupils suddenly shrank.
It was a mark of his father, powerful enough to rival a full-strength attack from the overlord of the arena, but it still couldn't do anything to Wang Chen.
“Could it be that this person has the bloodline of a divine beast?”
A terrible guess lingered in everyone's mind.
What can you do to stop me now?
Wang Chen said as he looked at the figure of the demon king which was becoming slightly translucent.
These words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling Kong Pojun from head to toe.
He had never felt death so close to him.
"Calm down, there's nothing that can't be discussed."
Kong Pojun was finally scared. He raised his hands, then pressed them down, made a calming gesture, and his tone was more gentle than ever before.
"You can't afford the consequences of killing him. If you dare to do it, I, the Demon King Pojun, swear a blood oath to pierce your soul and refine your spirit, and kill everyone who has anything to do with you!"
After a brief silence, Demon King Pojun said in a deep voice, which was tantamount to admitting that he was no longer able to stop Wang Chen at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Kong Pojun became very anxious.
Because I had said these words at the beginning, but it was obvious that the other party didn't buy it at all.
Instead it will irritate him.
"wait……"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed.
Wang Chen had already passed by Kong Pojun.
laugh……
A sound like liquid splashing was heard, Kong Pojun's eyes widened, he staggered backwards, covering his neck, and finally fell slowly against the snow-white wall.
Blood spurted out from between his fingers continuously, instantly dyeing a large area red.
"They are birds of a feather. Even their methods are equally despicable."
"I have enemies of your level, too. One more person like you won't make a difference."
Wang Chen looked at the Demon King Pojun.
Since entering the underground fighting arena, he has been repeatedly pressured by the authorities. Since trouble is unavoidable, he will solve it.
Kong Pojun's life was quickly slipping away.
There was a look of sorrow in the eyes of the Demon King Pojun. He stared at Wang Chen with vicious eyes. Suddenly, he made strange seals with his hands and muttered something.
"I will use my son's life to deprive you of your luck. Your roots will wither and decay, your water sources will become silted and black, your flesh will rot, and your bones will be ground into ashes. Curse!"
In the air, a ball of black gas suddenly danced strangely. At the same time, golden threads floated out from Kong Pojun's crown, as if draining his remaining vitality.
Wang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became solemn.
This strange magic made him feel more chilled than the flashing of swords and sabers.
Buzz! A sword energy shot out, trying to dispel the black air, but it passed through without any delay, as if the two were not in the same space.
Bang.
With a slight sound, the black gas dissipated in the air. At the same time, Wang Chen felt something inexplicable pressing on his head.
However, no matter how he searched, he could not find anything unusual.
As Kong Pojun's life disappeared, the figure of Demon King Pojun became increasingly faint.
He just stared at Wang Chen with resentment in his eyes, which slowly disappeared.
Everyone looked at Kong Pojun's body lying in a pool of blood, with only one thought in their minds.
"Something big is going to happen..."
"This fighting arena is about to change."
"I have fought the demon king hard and killed his offspring. How could the Demon King Pojun let it go?"
"Even in the fighting arena, there are countless fighters with Kong family backgrounds."
"Hei Huang can protect him for a while, but can he protect him forever?"
"You've got it, big brother! You caught the sword of the Demon King Pojun with your bare hands."
Heihuang still did not change his words, and spoke loudly without changing his expression.
At this moment, all the demons were even more certain that Wang Chen possessed the blood of a divine beast. Even Heihuang had to call him "big brother". How terrifying was that?
“What to do with these people?”
Heihuang said again.
Wang Chen glanced at the crowd, and suddenly the group of people dared not breathe, as if they were prisoners waiting for sentencing.
He glanced at the few remaining masters and suddenly nodded.
This expression made the surviving demons feel inexplicably chilled.
After a while, the entire venue fell silent, and no one was seen, as if they had disappeared from the face of the earth.
When an official cautiously walked in through the large hole where only the door frame was left, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"The young master was killed!"
The officials who were a little less courageous felt their legs go weak and they collapsed to the ground.
Kong Pojun usually has too much . In the third-floor fighting arena, he is the king.
For the officials, seeing his body was like the end of the world!
Suddenly, the entire official building was filled with the sound of chaotic footsteps.
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With Heihuang, who was extremely familiar with the arena, leading the way, Wang Chen arrived at the entrance of the fourth-floor arena effortlessly.
Looking at the stairs winding downwards, Wang Chen sensitively felt that the stairs seemed a little strange, like a painting rather than a real thing.
Suddenly, the stairs inexplicably swayed like water waves.
Space fluctuations?
Wang Chen frowned.
At this moment, Heihuang sat down.
This action successfully attracted Wang Chen's attention.
"The officials will probably be busy cleaning up the mess left by Kong Pojun's death this evening. They act without hesitation and kill the descendants of the Kong family without hesitation. I like you."
Heihuang said proudly.
Wang Chen's eyelids twitched slightly. He thought to himself, if he wasn't a demon at all, how could he be so reckless if he didn't even know how many fields the Kong family had and how many people were in the family?
"This is why I believe in you unconditionally, even though you are cursed now." Heihuang said.
What is a curse?
Wang Chen thought of the actions of the Demon King Pojun just now.
