Ancient Dragon Spell Chapter 429 The Art Of Curse

Chapter 429 - The Arts of Curse

If the original Qin Feng was a sheathed G.o.dly sword, then he had now turned into an ancient rusted blade. Although it was hidden by the rust marks, once it made its move, the G.o.dly light would s.h.i.+ne through and illuminate everything.

"Is this the feeling of a fifth level true spirit realm?"

Qin Feng was secretly delighted in his heart as he felt his body br.i.m.m.i.n.g with energy.

The current him could be said to have greatly increased his strength.

Every single muscle in his body was incomparably clear. From the outside to the inside, there was an interpretation of strength. It was as though standing there gave one the feeling of a towering mountain.

With his nine dragon scales, he could finally unleash a sliver of the Primordial True Dragon Technique's true power.

It was only after reaching the nine dragon scales that he truly understood the true meaning of breaking through with his own strength.

At this time, even if he were to fight with Mu Chenglin again, he would not need to rely on an existence like the Souls of Nightmare to defend.

Merely the might of the nine dragon scales was sufficient to deter the enemy.

A person at the fifth level of the true spirit realm probably wouldn't be able to kill someone above his level, but the strength of nine fifth level true spirit realm cultivators combined.

This kind of explosive force was unimaginably shocking and terrifying.

"However, when I broke through, I clearly felt that there seemed to be a mysterious fluctuation being formed within my body …"

Qin Feng frowned as he sensed the fluctuations of the blood essence in his body. This fluctuation was extremely secretive, causing him to be unable to detect it even when he was deliberately searching for it.

"Let's talk about it when we get the chance!"

Without any clues, Qin Feng gave up searching.

"It seems that you have recovered!"

Lie Yan coldly said.

Obviously, Lie Yan still remembered Qin Feng dully.

"Well, yes!"

"If that's the case, I have to find my fellow junior sisters from the Yuehua peak and separate them here!"

Lie Yan's cold words cut across s.p.a.ce, but as she spoke, her delicate body had already flickered with streaks of fire, and instantly disappeared from where she stood.

"This woman …"

Looking at Lie Yan's disappearing figure, Qin Feng helplessly touched the center of his brows.

Right now, the relations.h.i.+p between him and Lie Yan was a little strange.

Especially at the start, Qin Feng could feel that this Lie Yan kept harboring killing intent towards him, but in the end, she did not make a move.

As the princess consort of the Phoenix Cry Nation's crown prince, Lie Yan naturally had an absolute reason to kill him. Qin Feng was certain of this.

"Forget it …"

Thinking about Lie Yan's ident.i.ty, Qin Feng felt a sense of irritation, and stopped thinking about it.

With a flick of his mind, he started searching his body.

Within his body, a black imprint was constantly moving back and forth in an attempt to break free.

However, there were many restrictions placed on it by the dragon's might, making it impossible for it to break free.

This mark was left by the Hall Master Canghai:

"If my guess is correct, this should be the power of a curse!"

Qin Feng judged.

This Witch Trainer possessed many evil and unique arts, and the arts of cursing within them were extremely good at doing so.

However, the power of the curse was strange and ever-changing. It was quite complicated to cultivate and, in the process of cultivation, it was very likely that there would be backlash.

As a result, although the Witch Trainer was very good at this, very few people managed to learn the truly terrifying curse arts.