It seems that due to the influence of these ancient silent, absurd and distorted auras, Lei Luo's soul and mental power mutated, and even his thinking mode became completely different.

There is a little more indifference in the emotions and it becomes more rational.

"This way of death is really painful beyond imagination."

At this moment, Lei Luo actually regarded himself as a specimen, silently experiencing his own death process in the most intuitive way, which was outrageously cruel and rational.

"Then let you have some fun!"

The black fire sword in the curse master's hand penetrated Lei Luo's chest, and he also noticed the roaring magic wand of the flame dragon that Lei Luo came.

But he has absolute confidence in his magic resistance.

puff!

The black sword penetrated into Lei Luo's chest, and black flames spurted out from Lei Luo's seven orifices.

Next to the black dragon's true body, there was a cruel and evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But that's it... Woo, cough cough cough cough!"

Bang!

The curse master's face changed drastically, and the word "already" stuck in his throat. The black dragon's true body suddenly dissipated with a "bang".

The mantra looked at the wand on his chest in disbelief, and kept coughing, swallowing the sour water in his stomach back.

My strong body and magic resistance were actually traumatized by the blow of this magic wand?

After a few breaths, he suppressed his injuries. The curse master's face recovered, but it was a little heavy.

It seems that this person is not simple, and there seems to be some secret on him, but he is already a dead person now.

"I said that with your current state, there is no chance of winning."

Lei Luo's cold voice came again.

The contemplative curse was shocked.

"impossible!!!"

He pressed the injury on his chest with one hand, looked at Lei Luo like a monster, and said in a terrifying manner: "I am the most powerful hypnotist in the world, and no one can influence me through mental hallucinations!"

There are thirty-seven moon marks.

Lei Luo had no nonsense, and there was a hint of indifference under the X mask. Then, in the incredible openness of the Curse Master and Wuming's eyes, a dark red eye slowly opened in the loophole of the Mushroom Castle.

"This is!"

The dark red destruction pillar fell from the sky.

Although the spell master's speed was already at its limit, he was still affected by the destruction beam of the Sun Eye. When he appeared in the shadow of the castle, he looked at his left half of his body. The burning pain that had become strange in his memory instantly spread to his whole body.

pain!

Severe pain!

"No matter what you are, just die for me!!!"

Activate the strongest power of the bloodline body and transform into a black flame dragon impact!

It was precisely when he used this power to fight three with one and thunder to destroy the first golden masked angel's birth combat weapon!

The black flame dragon once again submerged Lei Luo.

In the black flame, the curse stared at the guy who was facing his death calmly. There was not even a trace of emotional fluctuation under the X mask. This indifference filled with absolute reason actually made him feel a sense of fear.

He seemed to see a scholar he had encountered.

The same is true for such a very rational indifference and is not very interested in many things.

However, once you involve your own exclusive research field, you will become completely frenzy and tremble with madness and cruelty.

The clone he was once most proud of, the clone of an ancient filthy demon, was hailed as a legendary creature that brought death and nightmare. After being sealed by him, he placed it on the dissection table like a little white mouse, and dissected it bit by bit!

"Can't it..."

puff!

The curse master, who was in a trance, suddenly lowered his head and looked at the fire claws stretched out from his chest, turning back in disbelief.

The curse master stared at Wuming in a daze, with blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth, his body trembling constantly, pressing the fire claws that Wuming wanted to pull out. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with angrily questioning.

"You admire me very much? One of the leaders of the Dark World? Humph, it's just a betrayal dog under the church. You're so self-righteous!"

Wuming looked indifferent and looked at the curse master quietly. A sarcasm suddenly appeared on his old face.

"I will strive for something like strength through my own efforts."

As he said that, Wuming pulled out his fire claws violently.
Chapter completed!