Behind the bead curtain.
PEI Ling still maintained the image of the faceless great immortal as he sat cross-legged on the altar.
More and more curse power surged into his body, and it became stronger and stronger. Soon, it exceeded the limit that his body could bear.
The power of the curse seemed to be endless, and it was still pouring into his body. In fact, other than the power of the curse, there was also pure and majestic hatred, pure and powerful resentment, uncountable life providences, and the vast power of laws ...
BOOM!
In the next moment, the statue that PEI Ling was disguised as exploded and instantly turned into a cloud of dust.
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Darkness.
He could not tell up from down, left from right, and he could not feel the passage of time.
PEI Ling felt that he had lost all his strength. In an empty, empty space, he kept falling and falling ...
The memories of the past flashed past his eyes like a fleeting shadow ...