Near the border between the Yang Kingdom and the Rong Kingdom.
The battle was still ongoing in the battlefield shrouded by the cast iron black pillars.
Jiang Wang sent back the frightened caravan and stood alone outside the range of the cast iron black pillars to watch the battle.
Not everyone had the opportunity to witness a battle of this level.
A battle between experts was definitely not a street brawl. "Watching the show" was not something fun. Without a certain level of strength, the spectators would be swept away by the aftermath of the battle at any time.
Of course, Jiang Wang was now separated by the cast iron black pillars and was safe. He also had a special experience of watching a fight in a cage.
It was said that in some dark markets, there were cultivator cage fights where people bet on life and death. Because of the bloody excitement, it was very popular among some people. But no matter how much money one spent, it was impossible to enjoy a deathmatch of this level.
For Jiang Wang, this battle between a top expert of the Outer Tower and a Divine Descent expert was very rare.
Especially in this battle, Yin Guan was already not holding back and was fighting with his life.
After the Inner Tower was the Outer Tower. He could understand many details of this battle and could be said to have benefited immensely.
In this ongoing battle, Yin Guan's situation was already very bad.
His eyes were already occupied by a demonic green. And his handsome face was also filled with extremely complicated and chaotic emotions.
Resentment, anger, hatred, suspicion, pain …
Jiang Wang saw countless negative emotions on Yin Guan's face, constantly changing. But he did not see any emotion that belonged to Yin Guan alone.
The Art of Cursing Yan Sheng was a small Dao. It had been like this since its birth. It came from the evil thoughts of human nature. Whether it was because of hatred or pain, the final result was a kind of evil and vicious method.
It did not even have the qualifications to be called a "Dao" at all. It was just a kind of evil technique.
But Yin Guan, who was in the Lower Tower 27, had no other choice.
You Guo's accumulation was in the Upper Tower. And with his talent, the day he went to the Upper Tower would be the day of his death.
The most lethal technique that he could come into contact with in the Lower Tower was the Art of Cursing Yan Sheng.
He could only use this technique alone and secretly explore and cultivate behind everyone's back.
In a situation where he lacked resources and no one to guide him, he used this narrow little technique as a foundation and went all the way to the peak of the Outer Tower!
He could be said to be a stunning talent.
Throughout history, there had never been a single cultivator who majored in incantations who could reach his current level.
There was no road ahead of him.
In order to escape the fate of being devoured by the mutant tortoise, he didn't hesitate to fall into hell and use this evil method as the foundation of his Dao. However, hell did not leave a door open for him.
He could only pave the way for himself and open the door for himself.
Gathering a group of unruly experts together to form the Gates of Hell. Almost all of the Yama-Kings had been personally subdued by him.
In the Outer Tower, there was no need to doubt his strength.
But in front of Yue Leng, who was at the Divine Descent Realm, everything seemed so powerless …
"If I don't become a god, it'll all be a bubble."
These words had been circulating in the cultivation world for a long time. No one knew who first said it, but it undoubtedly represented the thoughts of many cultivators.
They could only watch helplessly as their lifespans came to an end. Their cultivation would gradually decline, and their qi and blood would be depleted. They would slowly fall from Transcendent to Ordinary … Many cultivators chose to commit suicide at the last moment of their lives because they could not bear the huge difference.
Someone as strong as Ji Cheng was known as the strongest Outer Tower in the history of Yang Country at his peak. Under Qi's secret suppression, he was unable to break through to God's Arrival. He could only watch helplessly as he weakened day by day. All of his hopes were extinguished one by one. In the end, on the battlefield of Qi Yang, he used his own head to complete the fame of the two youths.
To Yue Leng, who was at God's Arrival, how could Yin Guan's strength not be an illusion?
The reason why King Qinguang of the Gates of Hell was so strong was because he had never fought a Constable head-on!
Therefore, Jiang Wang could see that Yin Guan was sent flying time and time again as he desperately tried to attack.
His pupils had completely turned jade green, and he seemed demonic and insane.
He was maximizing his control over negative emotions and the power of negative emotions.
However, as time passed, the "negative emotions" would also corrode him.
Therefore, his most powerful state could not be maintained for long. However, he could not stop facing Yue Leng.
Because once he exited this state, he would not even have a chance to exchange blows!
Even Jiang Wang could see Yin Guan's state. Of course, Yue Leng could. He was even consciously prolonging this state, letting Yin Guan break down on his own.
It was not difficult to take down Yin Guan. However, he had to use the smallest price to get rid of the leader of the Gates of Hell.
As time passed, Yin Guan's negative emotions corroded deeper and deeper. His attacks became crazier and more powerful, but they also became more disorganized.
Yue Leng's response became more relaxed.
There was no need for him to risk his life with a lunatic who was about to die. Therefore, he slowed down his attacks.
However, Yin Guan's movements became more violent!
His green eyes were crazed, his long hair danced wildly, and his lips started to move rapidly.
Voices rang out continuously, but it was not him who was speaking!
Men's voices, women's voices, old people's voices, children's voices …
Those were countless crazy ravings.
"I curse you, curse you, curse you!"
"You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"
"Go to hell!"
"You are destined to die without a burial ground!"
"I curse all of you, with my flesh, my hair, my life, my everything, I curse all of you! I am willing to walk through hell with a mountain of swords and enter hell with a sea of fire. As long as all of you … suffer the same pain as me! "
Yin Guan's expression was also alternating between laughing and crying. Sometimes it was hideous and sometimes it was painful.
He had completely gone crazy! He had been assimilated by the curse.
He had been possessed!
Yue Leng made such a judgment and retreated.
If the heavens wanted to destroy him, they would first make him crazy.
At such a time, he could just sit and watch King Qinguang self-destruct. There was no need to interfere and bring trouble to himself.
Yue Leng's judgment was undoubtedly very accurate. Moreover, he had made the right choice at the first moment.
However, he soon realized that he could not get away!
Yin Guan had obviously lost his consciousness and was being corroded by the curse. However, he was still chasing after him. It was as if "attacking Yue Leng" had become a kind of life instinct.
It was like eating when one was hungry and sleeping when one was sleepy. There was no need for wisdom to guide it. It was the most instinctive and direct choice.
Yue Leng could not get away for a moment. However, the crazed Yin Guan was getting closer and closer.
The "possessed" Yin Guan's instinct was to kill Yue Leng!
The green light that originally only covered his fist became more and more dazzling. In the end, it "left" his body and condensed into green flames on the surface of his body, burning "coldly".
It was a kind of extremely cold burning, as if it wanted to burn the eyes and even the soul of the spectator.
Every green flame was a kind of self-destruction.
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