Li Qingzhou, we're cursing each other!

After li Qingzhou sent the message to ye chen, he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

At this moment, li Qingzhou clearly felt that his spirit was wrapped in a layer of faint black Qi. It was as dark as ink and full of decaying Qi activity, silently invading his spirit.

"Eh? Is someone cursing me? You really don't know what's good for you!"

Li Qingzhou's sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile. A myriad tribulation indestructible seal suddenly flashed in his spirit, and the endless curse black gas quickly transformed into a vast sea of tribulation runes.

Li Qingzhou kept the last trace of the cursed black gas and poured the vast sea of runes into it. He looked into the distance and said coldly, " "Then let's curse each other!"

The demonic Silver Mountain range was once the home of the silver-blood demons.