The light of [Pseudo-God] suddenly shone on the entire treasure island, and countless cursed black fogs flowed into the bodies of many old trees along the light of the pseudo-God.

Six thousand,198 people withered vines shared the power of the curse arrow.

Even if it is a curse arrow, once divided by the number 6,198, it is only the power of the zero-level curse spell.

[Chen Chang'an] This name has long been transformed into a sacred among the old tree clan of the withered vines and vines!

The clan is immortal, and Chen Chang'an is immortal!

Chen Changan just felt a slight pain in his chest, and successfully resisted the spell, turned his head and said:

"That's it? That's it?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The system sent a congratulatory message:

"Congratulations, you have successfully resisted the legendary curse-Arrow of Curses and gained a certain amount of curse resistance. Any curse spell that causes you will be reduced by 25%.

A great crisis caused by losing the horse not only did not make Chen Changan become a slave to the Black Ship Country, but instead had the resistance to restrain the curse.

…………

"No!!!!"

Deep in the Black Sea, an incompetent roar of rage came from the bone ship.

The old mage's chest was backfired by the Curse Arrow, and a dark and cold feather arrow phantom penetrated his chest like a rib.

He widened his eyes and said in disbelief:

"The curse failed?!How is it possible?!"

"Impossible, this is impossible! He is just a low-level extraordinary species, how could it trigger a curse backlash?"

The casting of legendary spells consumed most of the old mage's power. He was in a relatively weak state and was suddenly hit by the spell. The old mage suddenly glared and fell into a coma.

Several disciples hiding in the corner tiptoed over and said happily:

"This old pussy fainted!"

The disciple in the lead sneered:

"A teacher for one day and a father for life!"
Chapter completed!