The eighteen divine kings, King Su and King Wen, directly claimed that they were sick and could not go out. The eldest princess wore a phoenix crown and a beautiful black wig hanging down to her waist.

Seeing Peng Yu's confused look, she blushed. Before Peng Yu asked, she explained to herself: "I like to grow my hair these days and go out."

Understand, everyone understands.

The gods and kings looked at each other, and each one of them was very knowledgeable and did not reveal his shortcomings.

Except for Peng Yu, Jiayuan Divine King, Kun Yan and other people present who had the ability to solve the curse, most of the other Divine Kings fell into the spell, especially the older Divine King, Ran Deng King, who didn’t have much hair to begin with.

I'm completely bald now.

The God-Kings had a tacit agreement not to mention this matter. But secretly they were furious and cursed the Immortal Lord who had cast the poisonous spell.

The Immortal Lord's pure destructive power and combat effectiveness are no match for them.

Eighteen god-kings joined forces, even if Taoist Creation stood across from them, they could not resist the divine power of Kunwu Sun-Moon Tao.

but

Those guys are so insidious!

Unable to defeat him head-on, he secretly cast a poisonous curse!

Hair loss, tooth decay, dislocation...

Peng Yu was lucky, and only one hair loss spell took effect. Kun Yu suffered from hair loss and tooth decay one after another. Not only did he have a short haircut, but he also had to have three of his teeth extracted.

"Lao Liu, how is your ability to resolve curses? Help me cure the 'dislocation'." Kunfang walked up to him and stretched out his left hand.

"dislocation?"

Peng Yu checked his wrist and frowned: "Those Immortal Lords are too poisonous. Using this kind of spell in battle will be fatal to the Martial Saint."

Kun Fang's left hand joint is wrapped with a ray of heavenly law. Even if the imperial medical immortal heals the dislocation, it will dislocate again the next moment.

This is no longer a curse, but by modifying the laws of heaven and earth, this world has a wrong understanding: it is normal for Kunfang's wrist to be "dislocated".

"I have already informed the Temple of War and asked them to find ways to defend themselves."

Peng Yu held Kun Fang's wrist, and the Dao Qi of the Universe shattered the laws of heaven on his wrist.

"It hurts"

Kunchan bared his teeth and kept struggling, but Peng Yu quickly stopped.

After staring at the entangled law link for a while, he stretched out his hand and swept the law of heaven to the Pangu Realm.

"Okay, try again."

"Huh? It won't fall off again." Kunfang shook it hard a few times, and his wrist would never dislocate again.

"I understand, that person adjusted the probability of your wrist dislocation to 100%. This is a spell of fate or probability. As long as you move your wrist, it will dislocate."

Peng Yu felt that the spell was good, so he simply pulled out the law of heaven again and sealed it in the jade pendant around his waist.
Chapter completed!