Jiang Feng Wu did not feel that there was anything wrong with the surrounding situation. He did the same as the Rogue cultivators before and took out a rope woven from spiritual materials from his storage bag. He hung it on the tree and tied a knot. He was about to hang himself up.
But at that moment, the ground suddenly shook!
The big tree in front of him started to shake, and the leaves fell. The constricted corpses on the tree collided with each other like wind chimes, and the banging sounds were endless.
The Blood and Oil that were already dripping to the ground immediately fell like rain, revealing the White bones in many places.
At the same time, the curse descended!
The strangled corpses rotted rapidly. All the wounds and vengeful human faces the size of fingernails rushed out.