Chapter 1815

"What?" The Curse Spirit Immortal King was still looking at Luo Tian with a mocking expression.

But when he saw this cursed black thread, his expression changed instantly.

He didn't expect that Luo Tian could actually perform the power of the curse?

Pfft!

The next instant, that cursed black thread directly pierced through the Curse Spirit Immortal King's body.

However, the latter just grunted and returned to normal.

"You... unexpected, today I could actually see a third person with the talent for curse power! But it's a pity, in terms of talent, you are far worse than me! Back then, on the first day I performed the curse technique, I could perform three cursed black threads! But you only have one; just by you, wanting to use curse power to hurt me, it's impossible in this lifetime! Because the gap between you and me will only get bigger and bigger!"

The Curse Spirit Immortal King said with a confident expression.

But he clearly forgot one thing.

That was, when he practiced curse power back then, his master had passed on the complete mental cultivation method.

And Luo Tian opposite had nothing at all.

He was just attacked by the other party once, and then explored it himself.

"So, I advise you to let me go! As long as you let me go, this clone of mine, I, the Curse Spirit Immortal King, will owe you a favor!"

The Curse Spirit Immortal King continued.

A favor from a titled Immortal King had huge value.

However...

"Wow, I just guessed randomly, and I actually guessed right! Is the power of the curse really used like this?" Luo Tian's eyes lit up.

The next instant, he nodded and said, "Then next, let's increase the intensity a bit! This time, using one percent of the power will do!"

The Curse Spirit Immortal King opposite was stunned upon hearing this and said, "One percent?"

He didn't understand what Luo Tian meant by this sentence.

And on the other side, Luo Tian took a deep breath and waved his hand again.

Boom!

The next instant, tens of thousands of cursed black threads flowed out from between his fingers.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, the Curse Spirit Immortal King's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

Just now, Luo Tian could only perform one cursed black thread.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he performed tens of thousands of cursed black threads?

This rate of progress was too great, wasn't it?

Just as he was shocked...

Whoosh!

These tens of thousands of cursed black threads pierced through his body again.

"Ah—" The Curse Spirit Immortal King let out a miserable wail, and his entire person almost collapsed directly.

"How is it possible... so painful? Is this the feeling of the power of the curse?"

As a master of the power of the curse, it was his first time using his body to feel the terror of this power.

Just within a breath, most of this body of his had already rotted, and pus and blood were continuously flowing out from all over his body.

"You... you..." He looked at Luo Tian, his voice trembling.