"Dead Book Soul-Seeing!"

Lin Kang is a curse-type wizard. When he saw the first witch worm using his butcher knife ghost general as food nutrients, he also thought of the next move.

He held the iron ink brush in his hand tightly, directly using the air as a book, and wrote the curse on it.

The ten Wujia Mountain dragons transformed from the mountain-stinging witch beast were about to take action, and they were immediately bound by something. When they looked closely, they found that their bodies were actually surrounded by the words that Lin Kang wrote quickly.

These strange and evil words are connected in a row, like strong and whipped iron chains in the bloody wind, tightly tied the Wujia Mountain Dragon to the spot.

There are more and more weird words, and even gradually emerge at the feet of Wujia Mountain Dragon.

The words of gloomy light appearing under their feet are densely filled with words, and they are written into a full page, which is the exclusive page in the Book of Death!

After this page was completely filled with writing, all the words of the faint light suddenly dimmed. What was amazing is the process of the bleak text in Wujia Mountain Dragon Life is also degenerating.

The armor is peeling, the body is shriveled, the bones are loose, and the soul is withered...

The strong and ferocious Wujia Mountain Dragon had no time to attack Lin Kang, and quickly deteriorated with the curse of the death.

In the end, the mighty Wujia Mountain Dragon turned into a humble poisonous insect, which was wrapped in a mass of body fluid and dirt and eventually died.

"Haha, I want to see what you have." Lin Kang's laughter became wilder.

In the past, it was actually very difficult to cast the Death Book for Lin Kang, but after the two magic systems were greatly improved, it seemed that this great magic became simple.

"I'm giving this page to you. My deceit is not included in the nameless person." Lin Kang suddenly pointed the pen in his hand at Mu Bai.

It turned out that Lin Kang wrote eleven pages, the page filled with the most vicious spells was still behind, and Mu Bai's name was on it!

He only had his own death, regardless of life, and Lin Kang would not take it out casually. However, since he wanted to achieve the supreme status of the head of the north city, even if the Magic Association judged him, he would not mind.

Before Mu Bai could retreat, the blood words appeared around him, and the blood words were connected into rows, like long bamboo slips, not only locking Mu Bai's whole body, but also wrapping Mu Bai up layer by layer.

"ah!!!!"

Mu Bai roared in pain, and the words of faint light were still cursing the bamboo slips for the last second, but the next second, they were engraved on Mu Bai's skin one by one.

Every first stroke is extremely deep, almost reaching the flesh and bones, and blood overflows makes every curse look evil and terrifying.

"Dieting under the butcher's knife is the most comfortable thing. Why do you choose the death book?" Lin Kang stared at the bloody Mu Bai and laughed wildly.

Mu Bai's face was written with blood, but his eyes were not desperate and dim because of this pain that ordinary people could not bear.

He stared at Lin Kang, with flames in his chest, and it turned into the fighting will in his eyes that would never be easily extinguished.

"Have you ever seen the real God of Death?" Mu Bai asked coldly while cursing and scraping.

Lin Kang was stunned for a moment.

grim Reaper?

Who has ever seen such a thing? Only those who are about to die will see it.

Moreover, the so-called god is nothing more than a creature with great supernatural powers. As long as it is powerful enough, it can be called a god.

Da Lin Kang, in his own judge's realm, isn't he also a god of death? With a finger of his pen, he is destined to die that person!

"Do you think my death book is just this torture? The death book takes your life, but before this it will make you feel unbearable and will make you taste the punishment of hell!" Lin Kang said.

"Some people always like to pretend to be a god and betray their destiny, use some cursive magic to decorate some of their transcendent powers, and even claim to be the book of life and death that determines life and death in a rash way?" Mu Bai suddenly laughed.

He was covered in blood, covered in curses, and blood on his cheeks were constantly overflowing, but he was laughing. The scene was indescribable and weird.

"In the past, I was a prison guard in prison and was a death sentence executioner. It was strange to say that every prisoner who was escorted to the death sentence looked particularly open-minded and calm. But whenever I pressed them on my chair and put on an electric helmet, they often had incontinence, said some shame, and said some ridiculous things, and their minds were similar to those of a three-year-old child." Lin Kang was not surprised by Mu Bai's behavior, but instead said to himself.

"Your current state is exactly the same as them. To be honest, I still miss that time very much. At first I felt disgusting, but later I was looking forward to going to work more and more."

The blood on Mu Bai's body was still flowing, but the torture of the curse was no longer just targeting the flesh.

After scraping the bones, Mu Bai felt the curses begin to entangle his bones, and the severe pain made him roar.

But no matter how painful it is, no matter how roaring it is, Mu Bai will still laugh at some moment.

After the skeleton is over, it’s the soul.

The Curse Trilogy, the punishment of flesh and blood, the pain of bone marrow, and the pain of soul!

When he reached the level of the soul, it was basically irreversible. Mu Bai was already very close to death, but he did not seem to have entered death at all. It seemed that when he reached the level of the soul, he was freed!

...

The sky was dark and the bloody wind almost formed a storm barrier, making no one interfering in the fight between the two judges.

Many people heard Mu Bai's screams.

Zhao Manyan was entangled by four strong men and could not lend a helping hand to Mu Bai, and there were not many people in Fan Xueshan who could really intervene in the battle of Lin Kang at this level.

"Xinxia, ​​Mubai may need your assistance." Jiang Shaoxu said anxiously.

Lin Kang's strength has increased greatly, but Mu Bai remains the same. Whether it is cultivation or hard power, Lin Kang is much stronger than Mu Bai. It is too forced to let Mu Bai deal with Lin Kang alone.

"He should be fine." Xinxia replied.

"Why can't there be any trouble? I can feel his pain." Jiang Shaoxu became even more anxious, why didn't Xinxia take action?

"My magic is restrained to him, and there is a divine character in his body that runs contrary to the power of the Parthenon." Xinxia said calmly.

"God...the divine character?" Jiang Shaoxu felt that he had heard it wrong.

"Jiang Shaoxu, don't worry about him. If Lin Kang uses other powers to kill him, there may be hope, but if there is curse..." Mo Fan was not worried about Mu Bai's situation at all.

How could a person who can play chess with the Dark King easily die from the curse created by the Dark King?

Although Mu Bai described it very simply at the beginning, Mo Fan knew very well that during the period when Mu Bai was lying in the coffin, he had experienced a completely different life, perhaps longer than he had been in this world for more than twenty years...

"But...but he screamed so badly."

"You took a cold shower, didn't you scream when the water just spilled on you?" Mo Fan said.
Chapter completed!