Li Yong's movements couldn't keep up, so he was punched by Sima Bing. The power of this punch was enough to crack the stone, but it hit the spiritual power shield around Li Yong's body, but it did not cause any damage to Li Yong.

"Is it an iron cloth shirt, is it a golden bell jar? is so young, and it is interesting to have such hard kung fu. Sima Bing was slightly surprised, thinking that one punch could seriously injure Li Yong, but Li Yong didn't have anything to do.

Li Yong sensed it and found that Sima Bing used this kind of strength to hit him, even if he fought for three years, he couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

This is a spiritual power shield formed by a drop of spiritual liquid, because the spiritual liquid is so small that Li Yong is reluctant to use it more.

What he didn't expect was that this drop of spiritual power shield was enough to keep him from any harm.

What kind of ghost king, what kind of god realm powerhouse? That's just it.

"I'm scared!haha......"

Li Yong smiled proudly, and no longer dodged, but stood there stiffly, allowing Sima Bing to punch several times in a row, but as he guessed, there was no injury at all, not even pain.

The spiritual power shield was still as hard as a bully, like an invisible layer of armor, protecting him tightly.

This completely reassured him.

However, this moment angered Sima Bing, I saw that he suddenly took a deep breath, and then his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original appearance of about one meter seven reached about two meters in an instant.

The clothes on his body were tightly strangled, how long had they been torn, and the pieces of tendon flesh were clearly visible. The fist clenched violently, and the arm seemed to be thicker than Li Yong's thigh.

"The first style of the Ghost King's angry fist, broken. Sima Bing raised his fist the size of a basin, bringing wisps of soul-devouring black qi, and smashed it on top of Li Yong's spiritual power shield.

Bang.

The spiritual power shield suddenly emitted a bright light, and it forcibly blocked this punch.

However, the power of the spiritual power mask was also consumed, and as soon as Li Yong sensed it, he found that this punch had at least the strength of Sima Bing to fight for half a year before he transformed.

In other words, a spiritual power shield can only block about six fists of Sima Bing.

"Holy. Li Yong suddenly became nervous, because if Sima Bing kept coming, like just now, raining down, his spiritual liquid would not be enough at all.

He didn't want to stand here and be beaten to death by Sima Bing.

So, after Sima Bing's transformation, when he was furious and punched the second punch, he found the opportunity, did not make any defense, suddenly rushed forward, and stabbed Sima Bing in the lower abdomen with his body and waved the shadow.

"Ah......" Sima Bing screamed and retreated again and again. There was a hole in the neat blouse, and black blood was running down slowly. His body, which was more than two meters tall after the transformation, suddenly began to shrink.

Soon it returned to its original state, and although the wound on his abdomen had become smaller, it was still bleeding from ink, staining his white clothes and pants black.

He touched a handful of black blood, put it in front of his mouth and licked it, smiled grimly, and then said: "Even missiles can't hurt me, your weapon is as terrifying as a bully." ”

"You know it's amazing!" Li Yong had a victorious expression on his face, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue. Because the little golden dragon was in his dantian spiritual sea, he shouted again: "Master, be careful, the curse is coming." ”

"But that's it. Sima Bing sneered, and suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Wolf, what are you waiting for? ”

The skull in the air suddenly spun at high speed, and then turned into a dense black cloud, which suddenly landed and surrounded Li Yong entirely. Li Yong suddenly felt that the black cloud was full of all kinds of souls, and these souls drilled into his body like maggots with all kinds of negative emotions.

If it weren't for the protection of a spiritual aura outside his body, he might have been devoured by these souls in an instant.

His soul will be bitten by these souls, and he will become insane and stupid until he dies.

It turned out that the curse was so evil, and Li Yong was terrified when he thought of that way of death.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Just when he was frightened, the little golden dragon suddenly clapped his paws and cheered: "It turns out that the spiritual power shield can also block the power of the curse, which saves me the trouble and effort." Why didn't I know? I must have known, but I didn't think about it for a moment. Don't be angry, master!"

"My memory has only recovered 1/10,000th for the time being, and when I slowly wake up, I will definitely help you even more. Master, do you know that I was going to fight this evil curse for three hundred rounds. Even if I die in battle, I will protect you from surviving. Now, with the spiritual power light cover, I can save my effort, hahaha......"

Smiling and laughing, the little golden dragon suddenly exclaimed again: "Ah...... Master, the aura of spiritual power is about to break, hurry up, hurry up and increase the power of the mask! These cursed powers can easily destroy your soul. ”

Li Yong was far earlier than Xiao Jinlong found out, and his divine thoughts were always in contact with the spiritual power mask.

As soon as his thoughts moved, another drop of spiritual liquid was injected into the spiritual power shield, and the spiritual power shield that was dim and could burst at any time stabilized in an instant, and the light shone brightly, like a constant star.

It's just that this kind of light can only be seen by Li Yong under the perspective, and others don't know anything.

In Sima Bing's opinion, his Ghost King Fury Fist could not hurt Li Yong, and the power of the curse could not hurt Li Yong, which shocked him a lot. Li Yong stood there, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting him.

Seeing this scene, Sima Bing was not calm, he was almost dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "This ...... How is it possible? How can anyone in this world be able to resist the power of my curse?"

Suddenly, he shouted, "Come on, wolf, curse him to death." ”

The vicious souls surrounding Li Yong suddenly became more than three times faster like crazy maggots, and they drilled into Li Yong's body in unison. Li Yong saw that these souls included the yellow race in China, the black race in Africa, and the white race in Europe and the Americas, and all the souls of human beings in the world were all spared by Sima Bing to refine them into their own strength, and used these powers to continue to harm others.

Under the faster and more ruthless bite of these souls, and under the more terrifying and bloody soul attacks, Li Yong's spiritual power shield instantly dimmed, and he was shocked, and hurriedly injected the spiritual liquid again, injecting five drops in an instant.

At this moment, the spiritual power shield once again resisted the power of the curse, and Li Yong was not in danger for the time being.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after making sure that there was no danger, he immediately rushed towards Sima Bing, who couldn't see his appearance at all, only saw that his body was wrapped in the black qi of the cursed power, which was very weird.

Seeing that Li Yong was about to pounce in front of him, he suddenly stepped back, jumped directly over a distance of dozens of meters, and ran towards the other side of the road. Over there is another big company, which has already reached a certain distance from the Lufei Group.

Feeling that his company was relatively safer, Li Yong suddenly flicked his fingers, and a ball of spiritual power light the size of a rice ball suddenly flew towards Sima Bing. In Sima Bing's shocked gaze, there was a bang.

I saw that Sima Bing was blown naked all over, his skin was open, and his skull was exposed, and he was almost human.

His whole body was bubbling with black gas, and his body was like a leaky balloon, rapidly shrinking again.

It looks like it has changed from a height of 1.7 meters to about 1.4 meters.

This was the young Sima Bing, who was still a primary school student at that time, only twelve years old.

After changing to one meter four, Sima Bing no longer shrunk, and Li Yong thus obtained that when Sima Bing was about twelve years old, he was already controlled by the Ghost King, and over the years, the Ghost King has been using Sima Bing.

The wisps of black qi that emerged from Sima Bing's body formed a series of figures, and began to fade slowly.

Those souls seemed to be liberated, one by one with happy smiles, becoming transparent, becoming huge, only to nothingness, dissipating like smoke between heaven and earth, leaving nothing behind.

The concrete floor under Sima Bing's feet was blasted into a large crater more than a meter deep, but he still stood there upright and did not fall. However, he visibly trembled all over his body and seemed unable to support himself.

"What is the relationship between you and the Fire Tiger?" Sima Bing roared loudly, his voice becoming immature.

Li Yong didn't answer, but sneered: "Hehe, I'm afraid! ”

Seeing a spiritual power ball of light appear in Li Yong's hand again, Sima Bing's pupils shrank, and endless fear immediately appeared inside. He raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and roared loudly again: "Wolf, take me away." ”

The power of the curse that surrounded Li Yong suddenly turned back into the shape of a skull, enveloping Sima Bing at lightning speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The spiritual power light ball in Li Yong's hand suddenly lost its goal, and he could only withdraw his energy. That's five drops, and it can't be wasted.

Li Yong looked into the sky where Sima Bing had disappeared, and only saw wisps of black soul, revealing a happy smile that was slowly dissipating, but he did not see any trace of Sima Bing. At this speed, Li Yong couldn't catch up.

As soon as he exceeded the distance of three kilometers, Sima Bing disappeared into his divine consciousness exercises, unable to sense them.

Li Yong has lost his purpose.

On the ground, Sima Bing's rags remained, as well as half of his withered and blackened arms.

Around the big pit that was blown out, except for Li Yong, who was safe and sound, was almost razed to the ground.

The green belt is gone, the woods are broken, the street lights are flying, and a row of façade houses are half gone.

The road was full of dust, several cars were gambled in the middle of the road, some were pushed away by the air waves, and the driver was lying on the steering wheel with his head in his hands, not daring to look over. Three hundred meters away, the glass was shattered, and someone was screaming in pain.

Li Yong turned around and looked at the office building of Lufei Group on the other side, fortunately, because it was farther away, it didn't seem to have suffered any losses. He was secretly glad that he had more eyes, otherwise the loss would have been his own.