To cast a spell on a single person, you need to get something from the other person. It can be a drop of blood, a hair...or the clothes worn by that person.

Without these things, if you want to cast a spell on the enemy, you must use mental power or eyes to lock it first.

If it cannot be locked, the power of the spell will naturally be greatly reduced.

Just like Yan Wushen before, he used Buddha's light to easily purify the curse that invaded his body.

The boundless mental power is unparalleled in the entire Huntian battlefield. No monk can compare with him. Zhang Ruochen moved more than twenty times in a row, but could not escape the lock of his mental power.

In the end, while Wujiang cast the Death Heart Curse, he also cast the Dark Light Curse, completely trapping Zhang Ruochen.

"What a weird curse."

Zhang Ruochen stood in a circle of dark green light, not panicking, but his heart had stopped beating.

Even his physical body, no matter how immune it was to the curse, could not withstand such a powerful spell.

The body temperature drops rapidly and reaches freezing point.

The blood flow speed becomes slow.

What's even more frightening is that his heart has lost consciousness, as if it was frozen by ice or turned into stone. Even with his sixty-fifth level of mental strength, he cannot protect it.

"Many of the gods in the hell world are probably eyeing me. If I use the Heart of Truth, I will definitely be exposed."

Using the heart of truth, Zhang Ruochen has the confidence to break the death curse.

However, I dare not use it directly.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen can also escape into the Purple Gold Gourd and use the power of the Supreme to fight against the Death Heart Curse. However, although he saves his life by doing so, he is giving up the battle of hunting the sky and completely traps himself.

In just one thought, Zhang Ruochen thought of several coping strategies, but they were all rejected one by one.

"It can only be this way!"

With a sharp look in his eyes, Zhang Ruochen released a million times the masculinity that he had forcibly suppressed. Then, the divine flames contained in the Divine Fire of Purification and Yan Divine Legs also became violent.

In an instant, his body turned red.

"Dong dong."

The heart resumes beating.

Zhang Ruochen's whole body was burned with divine flames, his two eyeballs turned into fire beads, and the dark green dark light that trapped him became slightly distorted.

"Blood-milled embers."

A round of bloody millstones gradually condensed and took shape above his head.

The brilliance of the stars in the form of the Realm of Truth radiates out, filling the surroundings of the body, spreading the dark light, and continuously converging towards the bloody millstone. The destructive aura erupted from the bloody millstone is getting stronger and stronger.

Wujiang's face condensed, and he simultaneously transmitted a message to the one hundred and thirty-two great saints of the Nether Clan: "What Zhang Ruochen performed was the famous stunt of the Blood Jue God of War when he was a great saint, the blood-grinding ember. He integrated the way of truth into it,

It should be to induce ten times the attack power."

"Everyone listens to the order and those who can manifest the Gate of Destiny mobilize the power of destiny to suppress Zhang Ruochen."

"Zangwentian, Zangwenhai, Wujisheng... ten of you, enter my country of the underworld and form the ten-direction underworld array."

At the feet of Wujiang, the eerie and terrifying underworld kingdom appeared, spreading out for hundreds of miles. Inside, there were demonic mountains of white bones, blood-colored lakes, magnificent underworld cities...all kinds of terrifying scenes.

Half of the opportunities that Wujiang received on his own planet were related to the "Kingdom of the Underworld", which doubled his "Kingdom of the Underworld".

Moreover, as long as more time is spent, Wujiang has the confidence to make the country of the underworld evolve more mysteriously. Even if he becomes a god in the future, there will be endless benefits.

The ten great saints of the Hundred Flails Realm of the Nether Clan rushed towards the ten directions of the Kingdom of the Netherworld, preparing to form an array.

Once the formation is formed, even if Zhang Ruochen explodes with ten times the attack power, he cannot break through the defense of the country of the underworld.

"Amitabha! Great, the opportunity has finally come!"

The Great Sage Tiannu Daoyuan used the "Rock Secret Technique" to turn his body like a star fragment and stone, floating in this space, ready to ambush Zhang Ruochen at any time.

However, Zhang Ruochen's space skills are so powerful that he has never found a suitable opportunity.

Wujiang was going all out to control the Death Heart Curse, the Dark Light Curse, and the Kingdom of the Underworld. Suddenly, he sensed something in his mind and noticed that a star fragment and stone was flying towards him quickly.

"Huh? Stone? No."

Wujiang's expression changed and he shouted: "There is an ambush, be careful."

"Haha! It's too late, ashes will return to ashes, dust will return to dust, everything will disappear."

The stone fragment of the star manifested into a round shape, with a big bald head and a round face. The body emitted thousands of golden light, and the flesh was cracked inch by inch.

"Boom."

Self-explosion of the Holy Source.

The ten Great Saints of the Hundred Flail Realm who were planning to form an formation were the first to bear the brunt. They were within the core range of Dao Yuan's self-destruction. They were instantly exploded into ten balls of blood mist, leaving only pieces of the Great Holy Bones, which were thrown away.

Dao Yuan is a great saint of the Hundred Flails Realm. The destructive power caused by his self-destruction was too strong, and he rushed towards Wujiang and more than a hundred great saints of the Nether Tribe.

Wujiang gritted his teeth and trembled with anger.

Just now, if we didn't go all out to deal with Zhang Ruochen, how could a mere Tiannu have the chance to self-destruct the Holy Source in front of him?

The death of ten great saints of the Nether Clan in the Hundred Flails Realm was a huge loss. In the eyes of the Nether Clan gods, it was all his fault, and he must bear full responsibility.

Wujiang took a deep breath and pressed his palm forward.

"Wow——"

In front of the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Bead, a round dark light formed, like a shield, resisting the incoming destructive power.

Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised. How could he have imagined that such a change would happen.

In fact, Dao Yuan wanted to ambush Zhang Ruochen, but he saw more than a hundred Nether Clan great saints gathered on the opposite side. Moreover, they were completely defenseless and could be wiped out all in one wave.

Therefore, the strategy was temporarily changed.

What does it mean to die together with Zhang Ruochen?

Killing more than a hundred great saints from the hell world at once will give you a greater sense of accomplishment.

"It's a good opportunity."

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen shattered the Dark Light Curse and fired out blood-milled embers with ten times the attack power. It passed through the destructive force formed by Dao Yuan's self-destruction and hit the circular Dark Light screen in front of Wujiang.

"Oops!"

Wujiang's heart sank when he saw the blood-red millstone in front of him that was bigger than the mountains.

A brilliant wave of light of destruction emitted, and the Netherworld shield shattered. Wujiang and more than a hundred Netherworld saints were thrown out at the same time, and each one of them was seriously injured.

"After all... I still lost..."

Wujiang's physical body was even more damaged, and even his mental power was counterattacked by the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Beads, and he suffered a certain amount of trauma.

"cut!"

Zhang Ruochen chased after him, slashed with his hand, and created a crack in space.

Wujiang barely held up the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead to block it.

"cut!"

"Cut again!"

…

The space power fell one after another, and Wujiang finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell into the broken space, surrounded by nothingness and darkness.

Zhang Ruochen fished it out with his big hand, grabbed the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Bead that wanted to fly away, and quickly sealed it.

Another supreme holy weapon is obtained.

In an instant, the space became flat again.

Zhang Ruochen felt a little regretful that he could not kill Wujiang after all.

Having reached the realm of Wujiang, Yanhuangtu and others, coupled with their abnormal talents, they are easy to defeat, but too difficult to kill.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill Wujiang, but instead put himself in a dangerous situation. So this time he was very decisive and directly drove Wujiang into the void space, making him withdraw from the battlefield.

Next, there are more important things to do.

"Killing the Great Sage Yanhong, defeating Emperor Yan Tu and Wujiang in a row, Zhang Ruochen is so arrogant."

"In the entire Huntian battlefield, I am afraid that only Que can be his opponent!"

"Have you forgotten Yan Wushen? Yan Wushen is also a Yuanhui-level genius and will never be weaker than Zhang Ruochen."

…

Throughout the hell world, countless monks are talking about Zhang Ruochen.

At the same time, they also talked about Que, Greed Ying, Yan Wushen, and even Luo Shengtian. However, the defeated Yanhuangtu and Wujiang were rarely mentioned.

The loser is doomed to become a foil and lackluster.

Yan Wushen's eyes were deep and he said: "You have never used the Holy Will in your fight with Wujiang. Is it because the Holy Will you have cultivated has reached a higher level and cannot be perfectly integrated with the Holy Art?"
To be continued...