Chu Moli slowly raised his head and met the eyes of everyone in Xiaoyaomen.
Although the others didn't speak, their expressions said everything.
The slightly pale thin lips moved slightly, just about to speak.
Suddenly, Si Tiancheng, the patriarch of the Yin Yang Sect, exclaimed not far away: "Wen Zhe, what do you want to do?!"
Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.
Just now because they were worried about Muyan's safety, many people rushed over.
Everyone thought that Wen Zhe, who was bound by the magic rope, had no power to resist with his hands and feet crippled, flesh and blood melted, and even the magic core severely damaged.
Because the magic rope can not only restrain a person's devilish energy and movements, but also restrain his spiritual consciousness.
However, it turned out that the Binding Mosuo failed to completely restrain Wu Zhuang and the others before.
This time, they were just as negligent.
Wen Zhe was indeed unable to move, but the magic core on his body was spinning rapidly without any magic energy being able to be mobilized.
As he spun, a strange charm appeared between his brows.
It was when Si Tiancheng and the others saw this talisman that they exclaimed.
As the magic core spun faster and faster, Wen Zhe let out a scream that was even more heart-piercing than the melting of flesh and blood before.
His face was distorted and chapped inch by inch, as if he was being torn apart by a huge force.
While everyone was wondering, Chu Moli's slightly hoarse voice slowly reached everyone's ears.
"This is... [Possession Spiritual Curse]."
Everyone suddenly looked at him: "What do you mean?"
"Of course, the literal meaning. Ordinary possessive supernatural powers can only exert one-tenth of the power of the person at most. But through the [Possession Spiritual Curse], according to the price paid, the possessed supernatural power can be exerted The strength is increased to one-third, one-half, or even all."
Elder Min Wei's pupils shrank, "Master Chu, what do you mean to say that the people behind Wen Zhe finally couldn't stand it anymore and are about to come out?"
Chu Moli lowered his eyes slightly, "Maybe. I also want to see who is able to use so much [The Power of Curse] in this world..."
Si Tiancheng and the others changed their expressions, and rushed forward quickly, intending to kill Wen Zhe directly.
A pawn is already so powerful.
If Wen Zhe's master succeeds in possessing his body, then the battle situation that has been settled at this moment will inevitably change.
However, Si Tiancheng didn't wait for him to rush forward.
Dazzling light erupted from Wen Zhe's body, and then a huge wave of energy swept over the sky and covered the sky, directly overturning Si Tiancheng and others.
The mustard space [Tianmei Temple] made a creaking sound like a whine.
A crack appeared in the originally empty sky.
The ground also shook violently and began to collapse.
The spiritual power and magic power in everyone's body was contained once again.
They couldn't fly, couldn't stabilize their bodies, and could only stagger and fall to the ground.
After they managed to support themselves, they didn't fall into the gap of the mustard space as the ground collapsed.
As soon as they looked up, they saw a scene that almost broke their hearts.
I saw that Wen Zhe's limbs that had been cut off at some point had grown back.
It's just that there is no flesh and blood on the hands and feet, only white bones.
And his face, already melted, was riddled with holes and pustules.
At this moment, the flesh and blood were peeled off piece by piece, appearing more ferocious and terrifying than a ghost.