Chapter 802 Witchcraft and Gu Curse

"Ahem... Damn it, you're not that pony!"

The barbarian monk covered his chest, stared at Zhou Yiqiao with ruthless eyes, and roared with blood coming from his mouth and nose.

Zhou Yiqiao, however, didn't bother to talk at all. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's old strength had just exhausted his new strength, he wielded Han Po and slashed out a screen of swords again.

Although the barbarian monk has a simple mind and well-developed limbs, he is not an idiot.

After seeing clearly that Zhou Yiqiao wanted to kill people completely and silence them, he didn't waste any time, whispered an obscure incantation in his mouth, and summoned a giant turtle ethereal spirit attached to black armor behind his back.

This is the unique skill of this barbarian monk. With the black armor giant turtle protecting his body, even the Yuanying level monks can't do anything to him.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The black-armored giant turtle emerged, and Zhou Yiqiao's sword curtain fell like raindrops into the lake. Apart from a ripple, there was no follow-up.

However, before the barbarian monk could relax his vigilance, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly put away the cold soul in his hand and waved a long flag that was as long as his body.

It is his natal magical weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

"Please help me, Lord Zhenjun. This place is dangerous. I want to use my corrosive magical power to fight quickly."

Before Zhou Yiqiao could finish his words, black mist rose from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and an ugly crow led dozens of Nascent Soul realm evil spirits to come out, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the barbarian monk.

"Just leave it to me!"

The soul beast waved its wings confidently, and the entire figure turned into a gust of black wind, attacking away.

Zhou Yiqiao stopped looking at what the soul beast was doing. He sat cross-legged in mid-air, closed his eyes and concentrated on gathering his own will.

In three breaths, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils stared suddenly, and invisible power poured out. The barbarian monk was still fighting with many Nascent Souls, and he felt the virtual spirit of the giant turtle. The connection is inexplicably alienated by three points.

"how so!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the barbarian monk quickly accelerated the attack speed in his hands, trying to save the giant turtle's virtual spirit from being defeated.

Unfortunately, it was too late after all. The last strength suddenly disappeared after the barbarian monks struggled to maintain it for a long time.

Not only that, this barbarian monk can even clearly feel that the connection between himself and the virtual spirit of the black-armored giant turtle is slowly peeling off.

"Crack!"

Under the horrified gaze of the barbarian monks, the virtual spirit of the giant turtle floated upwards. After being completely separated from it, it shattered like a mirror!

"puff!"

The collapse of the black-armored giant turtle caused the barbarian monk to spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, it has understood that its life is in danger.

"Despicable two-legged sheep, how dare you assassinate the Great Khan's warrior!"

The barbarian monk howled angrily, his muscles bulging and his whole body congested with blood. He was obviously planning to make a last-ditch effort.

"You dare to be so arrogant when you are about to die. You are indeed a barbarian monk with low intelligence!"

Zhou Yiqiao gave a soft drink, and the cold dagger appeared in his right hand again.

"Thunder!"

A sword intent that was completely different from Jiuxiaoyun came rolling in. After the raging thunder condensed around Han Po's body, Han Po was used as the handle and the thunder formed by the sword intent was used as a whip, carrying with it the terrifying power of destroying the world. He slashed down.

"Boom!"

After the violent explosion, the body of the barbarian monk was immediately chopped into pieces. Even the Nascent Soul was not spared. At this moment, it was completely annihilated and turned into ashes!

"No, there's something weird about this person, boy, go away!"

The soul beast that was closer to the barbarian monk suddenly shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

After the death of the barbarian monk, a stream of black smoke curled up from his torn blood clots. After hovering in the air for half a circle, it suddenly accelerated and escaped into Zhou Yiqiao's body.

"No! It's a barbarian wizard's spell!"

Zhou Yiqiao's expression changed greatly, and he quickly put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and the Cold Soul Dagger. He didn't even bother to check whether there were any trophies around the barbarian monks, and fled away from the hiding place of Chen Yunhai and others.

"Damn it, why is there a slave soldier who has been cursed in the rear of the area controlled by the barbarians!"

The so-called slave soldiers are soldiers created by using prisoners of war captured from hostile tribes after the major barbarian tribes conquered each other before the wasteland barbarian continent was unified by the Great Khan.

The wizard who defeated the tribe would plant witchcraft spells on these slave soldiers, completely controlling the life and death of these people.

Slave soldiers who have been planted with witchcraft spells can only regain their freedom by killing a sufficient number of enemies on the battlefield.

Of course, the number of enemies killed to gain freedom is undoubtedly an astronomical number, and very few slave soldiers will survive until that time.

And these slave soldiers who died prematurely were able to make their final contribution to the tribe, spreading the witchcraft in their bodies to the killer, marking this enemy for the tribe!

This kind of mark is extremely terrifying. Unless the monk possessed by the spell can completely kill the wizard who cast the spell, no matter where he escapes, he will be like a bright light guiding the enemies who are following him, and he will never be at peace!

After the Great Khan Haishan unified the wasteland barbarian continent, in order to show that all barbarian monks were treated equally, the continuation of slave soldiers was eliminated.

Except for a small number of slave soldiers who are still active on the battlefield, most of them were made by capturing Yongzhou prisoners, and most of them are the savings left over from the conquests back then.

To put it bluntly, one of these extraordinary slave soldiers was missing. Zhou Yiqiao really couldn't figure out why they were deployed to the rear of the barbarians to perform tasks.

But no matter what, what Zhou Yiqiao could know at this moment was that this time he was already in big trouble.

Under the influence of the witchcraft spell, his energy was completely locked!

If you continue to stay where you are, you will definitely die!

"Whoosh!"

Without enough time to think of a comprehensive countermeasure, his first reaction was to stay away from Chen Yunhai and others to avoid exposing the intelligence network here.

After all, he still has the jade talisman given to him by Elder Li. If necessary, he can crush the jade talisman to seek help.

And if Chen Yunhai and others were implicated by him, not only would they die instantly due to their strength, but the intelligence they had managed over the years would also fall short.

"Sure enough, I said that there must be Yongzhou monks lurking between us and the Manta tribe. You see, this is not a bait!"

Zhou Yiqiao didn't escape for long before he heard a slightly older shout coming from behind.

Immediately afterwards, six divine thoughts with different auras locked on his body and flew towards him at a speed far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that he had no possibility of escaping the pursuit without using the Red Flame Liquid Gold. With a sudden heart, he turned around and fled towards the Manta tribe's sphere of influence!