But the flames wrapped around him didn't disappear, instead, they invaded into his protective shield.
An Ye san looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Xuanzhen, let the people of the Great Compassion Temple and everyone in the city of Mercy see the true face of your Great Compassion Temple, right? [Srotten Curse] can corrode all the vitality of the surrounding earth, and can devour Xuanxian. the life of all living things below."
"Back when I, Fen Tian, cast the [Rotating Curse] on the floating island, Di Ming Jue tried to get himself hurt in order to understand the [Rotating Curse], so that the floating island could continue to survive. The floating island has nothing to do with Di Ming Jue. related, but he is willing to waste his skills for those ants-like lives."
Back then, Fentian's Long-Handed Clan [Sky Crane] could use this [Srotten Curse] to perish with the floating island.
Di Ming Jue had no choice but to injure himself severely in order to save thousands of creatures on the floating island.
It can be seen how powerful the saprophytic curse is.
"Although I hate the hypocrisy of your so-called noble families, I still admire Di Ming Jue."
"Then what about your Great Compassion Temple?! Are you only concerned with saving yourself, or are you giving up your own cultivation to save the tens of thousands of believers in the City of Mercy?!"
Xuan Zhen's face turns blue and white.
The citizens of Mercy City cried out for help in fear and pain: "Master Xuanzhen, save us, save us!!"
The land under his feet has turned into yellow sand, and the yellow sand has turned into a whirlpool, engulfing people bit by bit.
At the same time, their spiritual power and cultivation were also swallowed up.
Jueming desperately soared in the air to fight against the pulling force of the [Survival Curse].
But it is getting more and more difficult.
He watched helplessly as the citizens of Mercy City were engulfed by the vortex, and under the corrosion of the [Rotating Curse], their cultivation bases gradually disappeared and their appearances gradually aged.
"Uncle Xuanzhen!!" Jueming shouted hoarsely, "Uncle, what should we do? Save junior brother, save the citizens of Mercy City!"
"Amitabha!"
Xuanzhen clasped his hands together, lowered his brows and eyes, his whole body glowed with golden light, and the golden bowl in his hand hung over his head and slowly grew bigger, enveloping him.
When the black flame that was eroding his body touched the light from the golden bowl, it immediately made a hissing sound, and then disappeared without a trace.
But every time a black flame was annihilated, a drop of sweat rolled down Xuanzhen's forehead.
"Hahahahahaha... Xuanzhen, you really chose to protect yourself!"
"When you tortured and killed us innocent mortals, you could still say that it was for the sake of the common people in the world. What else can you say now?"
"Great Compassion Temple, where is the Great Compassion, only hypocrisy and selfishness!"
"Mercy City, where does mercy come from? There are only pawns that are discarded and used at will!!"
"Xuanzhen, I can't kill you today, but I will wait for you in hell, waiting for you to bear all the sins and come to perish with me, hahahahaha..."
An Yesan's body was also wrapped in black flames, and the flames burned more and more intensely, slowly engulfing him completely.
"Third!"
He was clearly on his way to death, but there was a cheerful smile on his face.
Because he saw the resentment and distrust towards Xuanzhen in the eyes of the citizens of Mercy City.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will one day start a wildfire and become a male fire.
Burn all these hypocritical bald donkeys in Dabei Temple.
An Yesan slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the [Srotten Curse] to burn his bones to nothing.