C792 Curse

Little Sword Immortal did not resist Lee Zhuohua's actions, allowing him to check his body. In fact, he did not expect Lee Zhuohua to help him, but he was still a little unwilling.

Ever since Lee Zhuohua's aura entered Little Sword Immortal's body, he didn't find anything abnormal. Even the red line didn't absorb Lee Zhuohua's aura.

"How could this be?" Lee Zhuohua's expression was solemn. He retracted his aura and forced out a trace of blood from his body and sent it into Little Sword Immortal's body.

The moment this trace of blood entered Little Sword Immortal's body, a sudden change occurred. Lee Zhuohua's blood instantly disappeared without a trace, and Lee Zhuohua could also feel the existence of the demonic Qi in Little Sword Immortal's body.

Just as Lee Zhuohua was about to send in another trace of blood to investigate.

"Humph." Little Sword Immortal suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, as if he was in some kind of pain.

"Big Brother Han Guang." When Lin Yueqing saw Little Sword Immortal's painful look, she cried out in alarm and was about to rush over.

"Don't come over." Lee Zhuohua frowned and said.

Lin Yueqing was stunned by Lee Zhuohua's scolding, but when she saw the red line on Little Sword Immortal's neck start to move again, and even climbing onto Lee Zhuohua's hand, she realized the seriousness of the situation. She no longer dared to make a sound. She could only silently pray that the two of them would not be in any danger.

"So that's what's inside you." Lee Zhuohua looked at the red line on his arm, his eyes slightly cold. When the red line appeared, he felt the blood in his body start to flow quickly.

He didn't expect that this demonic Qi could still be tainted by someone.

Little Sword Immortal was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His eyes were struggling, but he gritted his teeth and sat upright, not lying down.

Lee Zhuohua's expression was also very serious when he saw Little Sword Immortal's appearance, but he did not seem to be in a hurry, because he had already recognized what this demonic Qi was.

"I didn't think there would be someone in this world who would be able to refine such a power. It seems that Ou Yezi also had a lot of secrets in the process of forging that demon sword." Lee Zhuohua thought to himself.

This devil Qi could devour a person's blood essence to strengthen its own body, and at the same time, it could split itself and transfer it to someone else. This characteristic made Lee Zhuohua think of a kind of power.

"If the power of the curse really comes from that demon sword, then that demon sword is truly a rare divine weapon. I don't think anyone in this world can solve the problem of the power of curse." Lee Zhuohua shook his head.

The power of the curse was an extremely evil power in the world, and it was triggered by the desire of a person. Once it was touched, it would invade the bone marrow, and it was very difficult to be sure. However, Lee Zhuohua's body had the power to clearly understand the power of the curse.

"Chi."

A ball of vermillion flames suddenly rose from Lee Zhuohua's body. This was the flame of the vermillion bird, the Nanming Li Flame, an inextinguishable flame.

Lee Zhuohua had the power imprint of the Vermillion Bird in his body, so he was naturally able to use the Nanming Li Flame.

The Nanming Li Fire was the most positive fire in the world, and it specialized in suppressing the power of evil in the world. With the evil as the fuel, as long as the evil was not extinguished, this fire would never be extinguished, and it was the inextinguishable fire.

"Sizzle sizzle."

The moment the Nanming Li Fire appeared, waves of burning sounds came out from Lee Zhuohua's body, and streams of black gas came out of his body, and the red line on his hand also dissipated.

In a short while, the curse power in Lee Zhuohua's body was burned away by the Nanming Li Fire. However, a trace of a weak curse power entered the Pearl of Faith that Lee Zhuohua had given him without him noticing.

Lee Zhuohua did not know what kind of change this would cause, but he did not find any fish that had the power of the curse, so it had nothing to do with him at the moment.

"Uh." At this moment, a large portion of the qi and blood in Little Sword Immortal's body disappeared. He couldn't help but cry out, and his black hair instantly turned white, causing Lin Yueqing, who was watching from the side, to worry about him.

Lee Zhuohua's eyes lit up when he saw Little Sword Immortal's transformation. He immediately put his hand on Little Sword Immortal's body. If he didn't help him get rid of the curse power, Little Sword Immortal would lose all his blood essence and die.

Under Lee Zhuohua's control, the Nanming Li Fire carefully entered Little Sword Immortal's body. Unlike Lee Zhuohua, Little Sword Immortal did not have the mark of the Vermillion Bird, so if he was not acknowledged by the power of the Vermillion Bird, he would easily be burned by the Nanming Li Fire.

Therefore, Lee Zhuohua had to be extremely careful with his actions. If he was not careful, Little Sword Immortal might not die under the curse, but in his own hands.

After the wisps of Nanming Li Fire entered Little Sword Immortal's body, they were controlled by Lee Zhuohua to strangle the curse power.

The moment it touched the Nanming Li Fire, the originally stubborn power of the curse in Little Sword Immortal's body let out a faint scream. Then, streams of black Qi emitted from his body, but because there was too much curse power in Little Sword Immortal's body, it wasn't clear in an instant.

Therefore, Little Sword Immortal's body felt as if it was going through a great battle. However, due to the reduction in the demonic qi, Little Sword Immortal's expression returned to normal.

In contrast, a layer of sweat was dripping down Lee Zhuohua's forehead. The meridians in the human body were extremely precise. If Lee Zhuohua wanted to completely remove the demonic energy in Little Sword Immortal's body, he would need to penetrate those meridians bit by bit. He would also have to be careful not to damage them.

Such an exquisite task required a very strong mental strength to complete. Even Lee Zhuohua had to be very careful.

Lin Yueqing, who was at the side, looked at the two of them and grabbed the corner of her clothes tightly. She was very worried.

Time passed bit by bit. The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive. Lin Yueqing did not dare to speak because she was nervous, while Lee Zhuohua could not speak because he could not be distracted. There was only the sound of the curse being burned in the room.

After about two hours, the last bit of the curse power in Little Sword Immortal's body was completely extinguished by the Nanming Li Fire. Only then did Lee Zhuohua withdraw all of his power.

"Hu." The moment he retracted his strength, Lee Zhuohua exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi. He sat down on the edge of the bed. The clothes on his back had already been drenched in sweat. It could be seen that it had not been easy for Lee Zhuohua just now.

Little Sword Immortal's eyes were closed. Although his face was still pale, the disappearance of the power of the curse caused his aura to slowly grow stronger.

"After this tribulation, I believe his realm will be able to go one step further." Lee Zhuohua thought as he looked at Little Sword Immortal's current appearance.

As expected, as this thought flashed through his mind, the aura in Little Sword Immortal's body began to surge. His blood and Qi were quickly recovering, and at the same time, a mysterious fluctuation began to spread throughout the room.

"Hmm? Is he going to push open the door?" Lee Zhuohua seemed to have seen something and said with his eyes narrowed.