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The power of the curse was suppressed, and it had only been three breaths, but Xiao Chen was already like this?

Qiongqi didn't expect the power of misfortune to be so overbearing!

"Master Huang... Master Huang, I don't feel well! Is there really no danger?" Xiao Chen was extremely desperate and disheartened. He was surrounded by fear and pain. He felt something was wrong. This had never happened before when he was trying to understand the Dao. It was too dangerous.

Qiongqi was silent and had no words to say.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't expect it to turn out like this. He originally thought that the power of the evil curse had been suppressed to this extent, and with Xiao Chen's understanding, it would be easy to capture it!

Although it is the ancestor demon god of the demon race, it knows very little about the way of misfortune.

No normal person or demon would understand this thing. Anything related to bad luck symbolizes disaster and misfortune.

"Master Huang?"

"Speak...speak!"

Xiao Chen was anxious, but no one responded.

He suddenly realized that he had been deceived.

At the same time, Qiongqi also looked solemn. It was not that he did not want to respond, but he had never encountered such a situation before and did not know what to say!

"Hongzi, is he dead?"

"Get lost! You're not dead yet, how could I possibly die before you? What's wrong with you, you bastard?"

"Boy Chen has comprehended the way of doom, but he is almost dying after just three breaths. What happened?" asked Qiongqi. The Red Bandit's true fire is specially used to defeat all evil spirits in the world. He has killed several giant monsters with the power of doom, so he may have some understanding of the way of doom.

"Fuck you, you bastard, you let me touch the path of misfortune? You want to kill me? Misfortune can destroy hope, and few people can stop it! I know several peerless giant monsters who have touched it, three died and one went crazy!"

"How did you die?"

"suicide."

"Now what?"

"How should I know? Apart from some rare and exotic fire, nothing can dispel the haze that misfortune has planted in people's hearts! But that kind of fear is so deep in the soul that if it is burned with fire, the soul will perish along with it! Everything depends on you, young master. If he can hold on and keep that ray of hope in his heart alive, he can still save his life!"

The Red Thief used his supreme magical power to communicate with Qiongqi over a thousand miles, feeling very heavy-hearted. He didn't expect that Qiongqi would have a brain storm and let Xiao Chen face the path of misfortune!

The path of misfortune is like a vicious tiger. Although it is terrifying, it can also easily devour its master.

Qiongqi hesitated for a moment and decided not to tell Xiao Chen the truth. He transmitted a message: "Don't panic, little Chen. It's not a big deal. It's just the normal process of enlightenment. Remember, keep your faith. It's just the path of misfortune. It's nothing!"

In the dark world, the sky and the earth were cold, and gray fog was curling. Xiao Chen curled up on the ground, his face as pale as paper, shivering, his eyeballs completely turned gray and black, his face and body were wrapped in gray lines, and the fire of his soul gradually dimmed and began to go out.

"Is it really not a big problem? I feel like the fire of my soul is about to go out! I feel so desperate, I can't see any hope, life is so meaningless!" Tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of Xiao Chen's eyes.

For some reason, as soon as he began to connect with the Path of Doom and entered this strange space, the fire in his heart began to die!

The tragic experiences of the past began to emerge before my eyes.

He died young, struck by lightning.

He was secretly murdered by his own brother and his Dantian was broken.

Abandoned by parents, they are like wild dogs.

The beloved despised him and broke off the engagement in public.

The division commander died tragically and his brothers died suddenly.

Plagued by bad luck, life is not smooth.

"Xiao Chen, if I were you, I would rather die!"

"Life is suffering, it's better to end it yourself!"

It was like a dark world covered by the sky, and suddenly scarlet snow fell.

A head with disheveled hair and a ferocious face appeared in the sky, like a mountain, looking mockingly at the helpless Xiao Chen below.

"Blood...blood is good!" Xiao Chen raised his head weakly, glanced at the sky, and said in surprise.

Xueshan appeared again!

"That's right, it's me. I am your destined calamity. You can't escape from my grasp. Just prepare to die!" Xueshan's head laughed, his expression extremely cold.

Just half a pool of holy liquid is enough to lift the curse of countless disasters? How could it be that easy!

That was the ultimate evil curse he cast by burning his soul!

If there is a pool of holy liquid, it may be possible to remove it.

Half a pool is not enough, far from enough.

He has been lurking just to see Xiao Chen die with his own eyes!

He originally thought that he would have to wait a few more months, but he didn't expect that Xiao Chen would be so arrogant as to want to use the evil curse as a guide to understand the way of misfortune.

The path of misfortune is not so easy to understand. This behavior is no less than seeking death.

"You want me... to die? Dream on! I still have... the ambition to conquer the world, and I still want to look down on the three realms!" Xiao Chen's vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

"Hahaha, swallowing the world and looking down on the three realms? What are you dreaming about?"

"I... can't die! Master Huang said that it's just a small test and it's not a big deal! I..." Xiao Chen couldn't continue speaking halfway because he felt that this time, he might really die.

Outside the Silver Temple, Zhao Changhe, Wu Qinglong and the others were waiting together with serious expressions. Some old temple masters were pacing back and forth, looking very anxious.

They waited here for more than an hour. At first, everything was fine and Xiao Chen's aura was very strong. But a few dozen breaths ago, the situation took a turn for the worse. A murderous aura rose into the sky and shot straight into the clouds. Then Xiao Chen's aura weakened instantly and his soul fire was almost annihilated.

"Master, what should we do now? The Holy Son is clearly in danger in there. Are we just going to sit there and wait?"

"Yes! The Holy Son's body is worth a thousand gold, nothing must happen to him!"

The two hall masters were almost crying with anxiety. They were the elders of the Huang Sect before and had always been distant from Xiao Chen. Now they were so anxious mainly because they were afraid that Xiao Chen would die here, and the Red Bandit would be furious and destroy the Taixu Sect, which would be the end of them.

"The Holy Son is in seclusion. If we go in now and disturb him, the consequences will be disastrous! Wait for a while!" Zhao Changhe's palms were sweating and he was very anxious, but there was no point in being anxious.

"It's all Wu Hei's fault for killing those grandsons. If the holy liquid hadn't been stolen, the Holy Son wouldn't be in any danger!"

"Half a pool of holy liquid is not enough. Even the Holy Son can't handle it!"

"King Wu Jian, if the Holy Son dies, you must testify for us. We have been doing our best to protect the Dharma, so you must plead for us with Senior Red Hair!"

Several elders of the Huang faction who had just surrendered were terrified.

"Shut up, what are you talking about? How could the Son of God die?"

"Crow's Mouth!"

Immediately an elder scolded him.

Wu Qinglong looked solemn. He turned a deaf ear to the quarrel between the others and stared at the gate of the temple. He had a bad premonition in his heart and his heart ached slightly, exactly the same feeling Wu Qingqing had the day before the accident.

"Chen'er, you must hold on!" Wu Qinglong said silently in his heart.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen's situation was getting worse and worse.

He had a rough life, was plagued by bad luck, and had never had a smooth life.

Now, ravaged by the power of bad luck, all the pain and helplessness of these years burst out like a mountain torrent bursting its dam, extremely ferocious.

In this strange space, the sky and the earth were pitch black, as if swallowed by an endless abyss, and darkness was everywhere.

Scarlet snowflakes were floating in the sky, making the already cold Xiao Chen even worse.