Chapter 1197

"Don't come, master Ann." Liu Jianhua's face turned white with fright.

Boom!

For a moment, he looked decadent and lowered his eyes: "I'm really useless. Even if I'm killed by someone, I haven't finished the task ordered by the sea king. What's the meaning of living in this world?"

I wipe it. It's awesome!

An Sudong chuckles and makes a master lose his sense of survival. It's really a good thing.

An Sudong quickly stopped.

Liu Jianhua was shocked and looked at the knife in his hand. He jumped up in fright. The tip of the knife had already scratched the skin of his wrist. Fortunately, the strength was not great, so he cut the skin.

"It scared the hell out of me." He wanted to die just now.

Wo RI, how can he have such an idea? Let's have a good day. However, what's the reason for him to seek death.

"Master, master, please forgive me." Liu Jianhua put his hands together and begged for mercy.

An Sudong extinguished the red light of the blood spirit pearl. When he approached, he found that half of the pattern around the Pearl had disappeared.

It turns out that this thing is also limited in time. It is estimated that when the pattern completely disappears, it will lose the meaning of curse.

It's also a coincidence that the blood spirit bead and the cursed ore exert the power of curse to the extreme. No wonder so many innocent people are killed.

"Is this the red pearl the sea king is looking for?" Liu Jianhua suddenly responded and cried.

I didn't expect that an Sudong could get what he had spent half a year searching for so easily.

"I give you a task." Anton patted him on the shoulder and handed out a small bottle.

"Do as you please." Liu Jianhua was shocked. Looking at the blood pearl in an Sudong's hand, he was completely afraid.

An Sudong said with a smile: "it's very simple. If you find a soul lead, you can tell me that you have news about me. By the way, you can get me some of his blood secretly. It's not much. One drop is enough."

"Oh, please forgive me." Liu Jianhua's face turned green with fright. He didn't dare to do it even if he had a hundred courage.

"Don't want to..." an Su Dong picked up his eyebrow, picked up the dagger he had left on the ground, and helped him to deepen the wound on his wrist.

The blood drops vertically on the blood spirit bead, which is absorbed instantly and grows a more complicated texture.

"Think about it."

Not so threatening.

Liu Jianhua wants to cry without tears. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he really can't do it.

From the first day when he entered and ruled the country, he didn't look him in the eye. He didn't even have a chance to eat at the same table, let alone take a drop of his blood.

"You can't, someone can." An said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Liu Jianhua looked at him with a confused face.

"Put your ears together. You can do as I tell you. There's no problem." An Sudong gave him a sly smile.

……

"Got it, got it." As soon as the sacrificial ceremony was over, Liu Jianhua handed over a bottle: "the soul led guy was very cautious. If it wasn't for the excuse of sacrificial ceremony, he would be able to stay in the soul temple for a lifetime."

An Sudong said with a smile, "thank you very much."

An Sudong's strategy is also very simple. In the name of sacrifice, it should not be difficult for Liu Jianhua to move his soul and draw blood with a thousand strong hands.

He carefully poured out the blood in the bottle, the blood was instantly absorbed, and a circle of black and thick texture grew on the bead.

Without hesitation, an Sudong directly started the curse of death.

When the curse comes into effect, all we have to do is wait.

"Oh, master, Yichen is going to die." These days in Liu Jianhua's house, life is very comfortable, and the naked eye can see a lot of fat.

But an Su Dong's heart is more and more uneasy.

It has been some days. There is no news from the soul hall. Moreover, he has arranged several waves of people to find Wu Feng, but there is no clue.

Soon, the arrival of Wang Fu broke the peace.

"Master an, no, your friend has been captured by the national master."

National teacher? Soul lead?

An Sudong's face was shocked. The curse failed. Why hasn't he died.

Ansudong snorted coldly: "what if you don't die? Those who dare to touch me will not be able to survive or die this time. "

Without delay, he summoned the relegated immortal sword and flew to the soul hall with Yichen imperial sword.

The door opened, and bean bowed his head and said, "my master has been waiting here for a long time."

Before long, two men in black robes came out with Wu Feng and Fei ling'er.

"Don't worry about us, big brother. You can go now." Wu Feng's face is painted. It seems that he has suffered a lot these days.

"Tell me what you want to do to let people go." An Sudong holds the sword of relegation fairy and looks at xiaodouzi coldly.

"Why is master an in such a hurry?" After waiting for about half a minute, the soul lead finally appeared.

"Look, you are recovering well." An Sudong hummed coldly and flicked the relegated immortal sword. The sword was awe inspiring, and the atmosphere was extremely cold.

He didn't die. Did the blood drop fail?

"Master." Yichen leaned against an Sudong nervously.

"You The soul leads the face to be angry green.

No, he has hostages in his hands. Why is an Sudong so arrogant? Besides, this time he came prepared.

"Master an is really a good stratagem. I'm afraid you'd have been defeated if I hadn't been superior." Soul lead eye light how cold, forest ran a smile.

That kind of low-level occasion, how could he come to the scene in person? However, he just found a subordinate to deal with it. Unexpectedly, an Sudong really surprised him.

"Let go." After talking nonsense for a long time, an Sudong didn't want to waste more time and looked at him coldly.

"One for three, you're not losing anything in this deal." Soul leads to sneer, point to hide behind an Su east of a dust, and lift an eye to look at the Wu Feng several people with scars.

"No way." An Sudong chuckles and raises his hand to grasp the neck of the soul.

Soon after that, a withered and thin hand appeared out of thin air and held his wrist tightly.

Why?

An Sudong was shocked. The power of this hand was really terrible. He was absorbing the spiritual power in his body when he was trapped. He twisted his backhand, broke free from the shackles, and retreated five meters away with a dust.

Look carefully, this hand unexpectedly from dry to strong, and his weak body completely does not match.

It's only a few days. How can the cultivation of soul lead advance so fast.

"Master an, I sincerely talk about cooperation with you." The soul stands hand in hand, domineering.

"I also sincerely answer you, impossible." An Su Dong coldly, secretly took out the blood spirit bead from his arms and put it into Yichen's hand: "don't worry, master won't let you have something to do, stand on one side obediently."