Ye Qingtang ran directly to the huge body of the cursed god.
Standing next to the bones of the cursed god, Ye Qingtang felt a suffocating depression that seemed to come from all directions, and the familiar singing sounded in her ears again...
Ye Qingtang's heart trembled, she subconsciously raised her eyes and looked around, but she didn't see the phantom of the cursed god.
That voice seemed to sound from the bottom of her heart.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from the back of the God of Cursing, and the moment Ye Qingtang looked up, a pair of gray wings spread out from the back of the God of Cursing.
what happened
An ominous premonition rose in Ye Qingtang's heart. In an instant, she aroused all her strength, ignited black flames in both hands, turned into a huge flaming sword, and slashed directly at the bone of the cursed god.
Don't care so much anymore!
There is only one chance!
At the same time as Ye Qingtang slashed down with her sword, the God of Curse suddenly opened her mouth, and a soul-piercing howl came out of her mouth.
The moment the voice sounded, Ye Qingtang felt as if her internal organs were about to be shattered by the howling.
Eyes, ears, mouth and nose, blood gushed out in an instant!
The singing in my heart gradually became distorted and crazy, full of hatred and disgust.
The uneasiness in Ye Qingtang's heart rose to the extreme at this moment.
Although the black armor was lured away by the little white tiger, the remaining resentment of the cursed god was still preserved in her bones...
That is the wrath of God!
Ye Qingtang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the living dead under her feet let out heart-piercing wailing as if stimulated. Like crawling out of the ground.
"Despicable human race!" The voice of the cursed god sounded out loud.
"You have betrayed God, betrayers... You are all traitors just like him... Betrayers, you can only die." The voice of the cursed god was filled with monstrous hatred.
Ye Qingtang didn't expect the resentment of the cursed god to appear at this moment. She wanted to escape, but it was too late.
The red eyes of the God of Cursing had already fixed on Ye Qingtang, and Ye Qingtang felt as if a huge force was coming from all around, grabbing her directly from the ground.
Her whole body was lifted into mid-air by that force, her body seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible big palm, and every inch of bone in her body was so painful that it made her scalp numb.
The little white tiger leading the black armor out suddenly heard that startling howl on the way.
The black armor that had been chasing closely behind it, felt as if it had sensed something when it heard the howl, and suddenly stopped chasing and flew towards the cursed god's position.
The little white tiger screamed something bad in his heart, and ran all the way back, ready to inform Ye Qingtang.
But it never expected that after it came back, it would see the god of curse who had awakened its resentment and lifted Ye Qingtang into the air.
In just a split second, Little White Tiger's heart was in his throat.
Ye Qingtang's whole body ached uncontrollably. She originally wanted to escape by distorting the space, but she just tried to activate the power of Shenhai, and the pressure surrounding her suddenly increased sharply.
In an instant, Ye Qingtang, who was in pain, broke out in cold sweat, and a bloody arrow spewed out of his mouth.