Chapter 2211: Cursed blackbird

"Is there any treasure?"

Ten minutes later, Xia Ping perceives the entire inner treasure house, but finds that the treasures of this place have been searched and cleaned by themselves, and some treasures have not been left.

Just as he wanted to take the opportunity to open the sneak, suddenly there was a movement in his heart, and the **** of the Golden Eye seemed to have a weak perception: "Well, no, there is a mysterious space in this place."

He instinctively perceives the space distortion in front of him, filled with rich spatial energy, it seems that time and space are folded together.

"What is this place?"

Xia Ping blinked his eyes. He walked deep into the inner hall of the treasure house. He suddenly found a space with no duli in front of him. It is also the core of this treasure house.

Even this space is equipped with a dense ban, and one after another banned chains seal the space, and it is not as airtight as the enemy.

You must know that this treasure house of the inner temple is guarded by the Taikoo saints, but this mysterious space is still so defensive, and you can imagine the importance of it. Even the ancient saints attach great importance to this place.

"Hell Golden Eyes."

Thinking of this, Xia Ping did not hesitate, running his eyes, and suddenly penetrated the heavy prohibition of this dimension space, and suddenly saw the contents of this space.

Suddenly in front of his eyes is an endless void, dark, cold, gloomy, as if it is a void space, nothing exists, full of dead breath.

And there is nothing in this dark void, but a huge black coffin suspended in one side.

I saw this black coffin appearing on the densely distorted blood-colored runes, as if it were a piece of the true scriptures engraved in the depths of the coffin, and another large order chain locked the entire coffin, tightly airtight, extremely strict.

As if these things suppress the most horrible things in the world, like the Pandora's Box, once released, it is earth-shattering, the end of the world is coming, and the horror is boundless.

"What is this?"

Xia Ping’s heart moved, his gods permeated the past, trying to perceive the specific situation of this black coffin, but before he got close to his gods, immediately a deep and horrible cold breath filled the depths of the coffin, which is like The evil spirits, in a flash, swallowed his god.

what? !

Immediately, Xia Ping vibrated, feeling that he seemed to be entangled in the **** evil spirits, and suddenly he bit a piece of flesh and blood from him.

Even a mysterious and deep power, breaking through the air, eroding the void, penetrating the layers of space, even if it is endless time and space can not be blocked, and instantly penetrated into the depths of his consciousness.

"Curse, curse, curse..."

In the twinkling of an eye, there was a horrible voice in the depths of Xia Ping’s soul, which oscillated back and forth. It seems that the horror creatures from the depths of the nine secluded **** are offering sacrifices and curses to themselves.

This power is darker than Jiuyou, more horrible than Hell, more vicious than the **** sea, deeper than the black hole, as if it is from the most essential power of darkness, eroding everything.

Rumble

One after another, the curse of the infiltration of Xia Ping's limbs, like a life consciousness, turned into a dark insect, drilled into every cell of his body, strong grievances, resentment, dark power wrapped His whole body.

Between the vagueness, his body made a stench, it seems that the five people are declining, even if the immortal body can not resist, countless cells are so fast aging, die, and swallowed endless vitality.

"court death!"

Xia Ping’s eyes showed a hint of coldness. He felt the horror of this curse. This is not so simple as the magical technique. It is almost the same as the law of the universe. The ordinary immortal saint can’t resist it. Heaven and man are dying, and even the soul will be cursed and completely decayed.

It is a pity that he is not an ordinary immortal saint.

"Hell is golden, burning!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ping spurred the blood of the **** in his body, the power of the huge blood began to burn, the whole body was turned into a hot fireball, like the eternal sun.

An ancient, dark, great, chaotic, noble, unfathomable breath emerged from his body, seeming to be a horror demon from the birth of chaos.

This is the flame from the deepest part of hell, symbolizing death, life, six ways and reincarnation. Nothing is burning, it will not be extinguished for hundreds of millions of years, and everything will be destroyed.

Oh la la la

In the twinkling of an eye, such a flame burned every corner of Xia Ping, and originally tried to erode the cursing atmosphere of his cells, and immediately gave a sizzling sound.

The power of these curses is like a nemesis, and they quickly retreat. Like the water of háo, there is a deep gap between the vagueness. It seems that there is a roar of roaring devils in the midst of begging for mercy, mourning, and jealousy.

But no matter what, these cursed breaths were immediately burned to ashes, turned into a black smoke, and disappeared into the universe.

Hey! ! !

After such stimulation, the oppression between life and death, Xia Ping felt that the **** gold cells in his body were also awakened by madness, 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, 50 million, and finally Awakened 100 million **** gold cells.

He felt that his mana and strength had improved.

"System, what is this?"

Xia Ping asked, his eyes showed a stunned color, because after being promoted to immortality, things that could threaten his life became less and less, almost dead.

But just now I was only a little touched, but I was not close yet, but I was killed by a curse that was exuded by this black coffin.

If he does not have the blood of Hell, he may have been cursed and died and fell into an infinite abyss.

Things like this horror are actually suppressed in the deepest part of the illusionary treasure house, guarded by a dozen powerful saints, and you can imagine the terrible things.

Perhaps there is a suppression of this ancient place by a sacred saint, not because of the other treasures of the inner treasure house, but because of the relationship with this black coffin.

He feels that this thing is absolutely extraordinary, terrifying, and has the power to destroy the world.

"This is a congenital magic weapon, it is called cursed black."

The system replied: "It contains the most evil and dark power in the universe. It has endless grievances and malice. It is a sinister thing, and it is a source of all evil.

Once the black coffin is opened, there will be an inexhaustible curse, eroding the universe, leaving countless stars in the land of death, never dissipating, nor purifying, more terrible than the invasion of the abyss. ”