After Xiao Baili fell, his innate mask self-destructed at the same time, and his Elder Order was lost...
Xiao Baili was once the hope for the survival of the Blood Curse Cave, but he failed when he broke through to the level of half-step true immortal, and then fell...
"Six million years later, the Young Cursed Lord finally appeared in the world... But this Young Cursed Lord came too late. The Cursed Lord's time is running out. I wonder if this catastrophe in the Cursed Realm can be avoided... My Blood Curse
The descendants may survive..." With worry in his heart, the afterimage in mid-air stopped smiling, stood up slowly, showed a serious look, and said: "The altar is closed, the curse prison is revealed!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man in the void used a spell in his hand to seal the Cursed Sea Altar again, and then a teleportation array appeared at the altar.
These Winged Clan masters who participated in the inspection of the Cursed Sea Altar, including Yu Jingping Liangyuan, were teleported to a valley by the teleportation array.
There was nothing in the valley, the sky was filled with haze, and there was a strong curse in the haze.
Just as Yu Wen Zhouyuan and others adapted to the environment in the valley, they saw the spiritual energy in the entire valley throbbing, and then an oval-shaped blood-colored light gate was unsealed out of thin air in the empty valley.
At the same time, six big characters appeared in the sky above the blood-colored light door: The blood door opens, and the cursed prison appears!
That light door leads directly to the cursed prison!
"The Cursed Prison is a place where rebels from the Blood Cursed Cave of all ages are imprisoned. The evil spirit and curse are so heavy that ordinary people cannot resist them. Even some half-step true immortal masters of the Blood Cursed Cave dare not stay there.
More than ten days. As for the loose immortals in the Blood Curse Cave who have survived the heavenly tribulation but have not ascended, there is no way they can survive a day there... Are they really late saints? Hehe, I'm afraid they won't even be able to enter the door of the cursed prison.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan casually crossed his knees on the ground to calm down the rising evil spirit and curse power in his body.
Having experienced the killings of the battle with the Scale Horn Clan, his evil aura and curse power are enough to intimidate the true saint at his peak.
Now that the evil spirit has surged more than ten times, even a half-step true immortal monk will be slightly frightened by the evil energy and curse of Yu Wen Zhou Yuan.
As for ordinary true saints in their early stages, I'm afraid they won't be able to bear even a look from Yuwen Zhouyuan.
An hour passed quickly. Such a short time was only enough for Yuwen Zhouyuan to slightly stabilize the evil spirit and curse.
The Cursed Prison is an important place in the Blood Cursed Cave. Without the permission of the Blood Cursed Cave, outsiders are not allowed to step into the Blood Valley, let alone enter the Cursed Prison, otherwise they will be killed without mercy.
Except for Yuwen Zhouyuan, Yuchi Ziming, and Deng Xingyan, the people who have the opportunity to challenge the cursed prison at this time are all at the peak of the mid-term True Saint, and they are the kind of peak mid-term True Saint who can compete with the later stage of the True Saint.
Before everyone came to the Cursed Prison, the rules had already been imprinted into the consciousness of several people.
However, regarding the specific situation in the cursed prison, the afterimage of the middle-aged man still needs to be mentioned.
Looking at the ten challengers, the afterimage of the middle-aged man showed a solemn look that he had never seen before and said, "The cursed prison ground has seven floors. Some cells contain the secret seals of the rebellion in the cursed sea cave. You guys."
It is impossible to enter. It is also impossible to spy. Once you spy, you will be responsible for the consequences! You can choose other empty cells for retreat."
"Enter the cursed prison!" the afterimage of the middle-aged man ordered, and ten people including Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped into the elliptical light door one after another.
Within the Light Gate is the first level of the Curse Prison. The evil spirit and curse are so powerful that even the late True Saint cannot bear them.
Five of the ten people were immediately invaded by evil spirits and curses, and fainted outside the light door.
"Carry it down!" After the residual image of the middle-aged man ordered, several puppets carried the five unconscious people away.
These five people were naturally eliminated.
"Strive to refine the innate mask in the cursed prison!" As Yuwen Zhouyuan walked on the first floor of the cursed prison, the voice of the afterimage of the middle-aged man echoed in the sea of consciousness.
On the dark and damp stone road, there is the occasional sound of dripping water.
On both sides are blood jade cells, some of which are empty, and some of which are sealed, and among them are the prisoners of the Cursed Sea Cave.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had no intention of spying on these prisoners. He didn't want to cause more trouble. He just wanted to find a place with strong evil spirits and curses to refine the innate mask and spiritual equipment.
The innate mask and spiritual equipment are among the innate ones, and they have extremely powerful evil spirits and curses.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't believe that the middle-aged man, Afterimage, was so kind and went to such great lengths to help a junior in the late stage of the True Saint.
Yuwen Zhouyuan believed that the residual image of the middle-aged man helped him refine the innate mask, and it must have some purpose.
As for the purpose of the middle-aged man's afterimage, Fei Yuwen Zhouyuan can know.
For Yuwen Zhouyuan, refining the innate mask is indeed better.
Yuwen Zhouyuan checked it repeatedly with his spiritual thoughts and found that this innate mask had not been tampered with.
In this way, refining an innate spiritual equipment has only benefits and no harm to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
For the current plan, we can only take one step at a time, refine the spiritual equipment first, and then improve our strength.
There's just one thing that Yuwen Zhouyuan still hasn't figured out yet.
How could the afterimage of the middle-aged man determine that he, a mere late-stage True Saint in the Yuwen Universe, could refine the innate spiritual equipment...
Innate spiritual equipment cannot be refined except by monks who are half-step true immortal or above...
"Could it be that the afterimage of the middle-aged man has seen that there is a world seed in my body, which can be used to refine spiritual equipment beyond the level!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were stern.
Also, Yuwen Zhouyuan is only a late-stage true saint, but the residual image of the middle-aged man is a true immortal. Although his combat power may not be strong, his cultivation is that of a true immortal. In front of the middle-aged man, Yuwen
Zhou Yuan has almost no secrets at all.
Although the Heavenly Book Space has not yet fully evolved, it can still exert some effects... In addition, his spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of the same level. Perhaps everything about him has been exposed to the afterimage of the middle-aged man.
I wonder how this middle-aged man’s afterimage could be the clone of a true immortal in ancient times. What plans does he have for himself?
The innate mask spiritual equipment is a kind of spiritual equipment that covers the breath, shields the perception, and isolates the secrets of heaven.
The innate mask has even more powerful magical powers, which may be enough to dispel the divination and spying of immortals and even real immortals.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan's determination to refine the innate mask couldn't help but become stronger.
There are many secrets in Yuwen Zhouyuan, and there are too many great powers in the Eastern Heaven. Today, the secrets were revealed by the afterimage of a middle-aged man. When he was still young, he didn’t know who would reveal the secrets.
If you can refine the innate mask, it will be much safer to walk in the world of cultivation in Taihuang Mountain.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has the world seed in his body, and is qualified to refine the innate mask. But if you want to truly refine it, you need to find a place with extremely evil aura, use the evil to suppress the evil, and use the power of the curse to suppress the power of the curse.
It can reduce the difficulty of refining.
The first floor of the Cursed Prison contains all prisoners who are at the peak of True Saint cultivation. The power of evil spirits and curses here is only enough to scare ordinary late-stage True Saints, but it is not enough to help Yuwen Zhouyuan refine the innate mask.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked all the way towards the end of the cursed prison. At the end, there was a staircase leading directly to the underground, which must have led to the second floor of the cursed prison.
"Ahem...Brother Alada Lao is going to the second floor of the cursed prison?" Yuchi Ziming and others, who had been following Yuwen Zhouyuan, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a wry smile and asked.
Even if they were just standing at the top of the stairs, they could feel the shocking evil aura and power of the curse on the second floor of the cursed prison.
Even Yuchi Ziming did not dare to touch the second layer of evil spirits and curses.
"Well, the four of you, please stay on the first floor." Yuwen Zhouyuan was quite indifferent to the four participants behind him, and walked all the way down to the second floor of the cursed prison.
The evil spirit and power of the curse on the second level of the Cursed Prison are unbearable for ordinary True Saints in their early stages, but they are far from enough to shake Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuchi Ziming and Deng Xingyan looked at each other, shook their heads mockingly, and each found an empty cell on the first floor to retreat.
The other two late-stage masters of the True Saint endured the pain of the evil spirit and the power of the curse engulfing their bodies. They gritted their teeth and found an empty cell on the first floor.
The two men only stayed in seclusion for an hour before they could no longer bear the evil spirit and power of the curse, and had no choice but to walk out of the cursed prison. Deng Xingyan persisted on the first floor for one day, and Yuchi Ziming persisted for two days. In the end, except for Yu Wenzhou,
Yuanwai, the cursed prison where everyone left.
Only Yuwen Zhouyuan stayed in the cursed prison and has not left yet...
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On the third floor of the cursed prison, even ordinary half-step true immortals would not dare to enter without permission.
The evil spirits and curses here are still not enough to shake Yuwen Zhouyuan's body and mind.
On the fourth level of the Curse Prison, the evil spirit and curse are powerful enough to intimidate ordinary immortals!
The power of evil spirits and curses here is unbearable even by Yuwen Zhouyuan!
Now Yuwen Zhouyuan's evil spirit and curse power have greatly increased. Although he is still inferior to the evil spirit of the true immortal, the gap is not as huge as before.
A trace of blood red appeared in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. Yuwen Zhouyuan bit the tip of his tongue, forcing down the evil spirit and curse that had entered his body, and remained awake.
Without going any further, the evil aura and curse on the fourth level were already so powerful that he could not compete with the evil aura on the fifth level!
After finding a cell on the fourth floor of the cursed prison, Yuwen Zhouyuan crossed his legs on the ground, patted the storage bag, and took out the innate mask.
The tentacles of the congenital mask are cold, it is biting cold.
The moment he held the innate mask, Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm began to freeze, with blood-colored ice crystals floating on it.
"What an icy evil spirit!" Yuwen Zhouyuan tried to melt the blood-colored ice crystals with chaotic sky fire, but found that it was impossible to do it!
This blood-colored ice is not water-based ice and cannot be melted by the power of the five elements.
"Can we only compete with the evil spirit and the power of the curse..." Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes, calmed down, and mobilized the evil energy from his whole body to his right arm.
Gradually, the frozen right arm began to melt. He breathed a sigh of relief, and Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the red gold innate mask, his eyes becoming more and more solemn.
Just touching this spiritual equipment, Yuwen Zhouyuan must exert all his strength.
The difficulty of refining this spiritual equipment is probably far higher than expected.
His left eye flashed, and a vast power of chaos emitted from Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan cultivates the Chaos Art of Creation. Although he has not achieved great success, he has more or less the power of chaos in his body!
At the moment when the power of chaos dispersed, the innate mask trembled slightly, the coldness was much less, and it seemed much more docile.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, using the fourth layer of evil energy to suppress the innate mask, and using the power of chaos to suppress the innate mask, he suddenly raised his hand and put the innate mask on his face!
In an instant, an unimaginable cursed chill spread from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body and spread to the entire fourth floor of the cursed prison!