Chapter 1409： Spell

The death thorn, what a powerful force, densely packed guns with terrible soul power, instantly smashed the past.

At this moment, even the curse of the Heavenly Demon King, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Above the whole body, the armor of the white bones began to make waves of cracks.

Following that, the body of the soul was even more scattered.

After all, the Curse of the Devil King was a powerful man who killed thousands of people and possessed the mighty power of the world.

He knotted his hands and moved, and an evil breath instantly spread.

This evil aura, with boundless mighty power, came out slowly with a cry of cold words:

"Take my blood as a guide, urge the supreme spell, the soul of the curse-open!"

"I curse you with the supreme spell, my soul is weak!"

"I curse you with the supreme spell, and the soul suppresses!"

"I curse you with the supreme curse, and it will never be over!"

Following this curse, the voice of the Demon King slowly spread.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's face changed drastically.

There, his death thorn, as if encountered a huge shackles, not only became slow and extraordinary in speed, but also weakened to the extreme in strength.

In the next moment, a force of evil to the extreme was born in an instant, and the sharp spear that condensed all the death thorns directly shattered and swallowed!

Curse the power!

Qin Feng's heart shook fiercely.

He knew the power of the curse, it was an unimaginable evil power, belonging to a branch of the dark attribute.

Once unfolded, it can cause unimaginable damage to the soul, body, speed, spirit, and so on.

At this moment, Qin Feng's soul only felt heaviness for a while, as if a billion-dollar mountain was severely suppressing his body.

It's almost hard to breathe.

Can the soul breathe?

Qin Feng didn't know, but at this moment, he clearly felt a suffocation.

The soul trembled, as if it was about to collapse, not even a trace of power could be deployed.

"I curse you with the supreme spell...forever perish!"

Another cold voice came out slowly.

Suddenly, these words seemed to have pronounced Qin Feng's destiny.

At this moment, his soul is as if being pulled by the power of hell, unable to move, and there is a state of falling asleep and boundless torment.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the fluctuation in his soul at this moment, Qin Feng's heart suddenly shook fiercely. At this time, he was almost sinking into this boundless evil.

"Jie Jie Jie... No need to struggle, no need to resist, the power of the curse will completely kill your soul..."

The voice of the curse of the devil came out slowly, evolving with a touch of madness.

"Your soul will belong to me, and everything about you will be mine. I will make this body an immortal legend. You can be taken over by this king, and you are proud..."

"Fuck you! This is Lao Tzu's body!"

Qin Feng let out a crazy roar.

At this moment, all the soul power shook together, and Qin Feng tried his best to control his soul world, and then his body and eyebrows evolved.

Suddenly, a drop of golden brilliance slowly appeared in his soul world.