Chapter 426 Undercurrents Surge! [Subscribe Please]

A pair of very ordinary eyes, but flashing with an indescribable brilliance.

These eyes belong to a middle-aged man named Zhou Yan, who is a skinner.

In the talisman workshop, skinners are definitely the lowest level.

And Zhou Yan happened to be ordinary in appearance, behaved honestly and dullly, and no one had ever paid attention to him. His presence was simply as low as it could be.

But no one knew that this skinner named Zhou Yan was not a real skinner, and Zhou Yan was not his real name. His real name was Zhao Cheng.

When Yan Feng burned the contract in front of everyone, Zhao Cheng was mixed in the crowd and watched quietly.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and was always watching.

After Yan Feng left, he thought to himself, "Wei Hong? The neighbor that Meng Han told me about last time? He actually left the Talisman Workshop despite the backlash of the Spiritual Contract?"

"Is it a coincidence, or does he know something?"

"Impossible, no one knows our plan except our own people, it seems to be just a coincidence."

"Forget it, once the Spiritual Contract is burned, he will be useless even if he doesn't die, whether it is a coincidence or not, there is no need to care about it."

Zhao Cheng shook his head secretly and didn't think about Wei Hong anymore.

It was just because of such an incident that Zhao Cheng subconsciously prepared to speed up the progress.

Perhaps even Wei Hong himself didn't expect that his departure would accelerate the outbreak of the storm in the Talisman Workshop.

Wei Hong sat cross-legged and was practicing hard.

Just when Yan Feng burned the Spiritual Contract, the curse that was wrapped around him immediately reacted.

"Puff!!!"

"Puff!!"

Wei Hong's face changed drastically, and he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.

But he didn't care how much blood he spit out at this moment, because at this moment the spiritual power in his body was completely out of control.

"What's going on? Why is the spiritual power so violent?"

Wei Hong's face was pale and he gritted his teeth.

The spiritual energy in his body, which was originally very docile, was now like a mad buffalo, becoming extremely violent and out of his control at all. Instead, it was rampaging in his body.

Wei Hong was deeply concerned about the collision of spiritual power in an instant, and then he spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Damn it, there must be something wrong with the spiritual contract!"

Wei Hong was so angry that he cursed.

He barely opened his spiritual pupils and took a look at himself. Sure enough, the cursed aura wrapped around him suddenly increased tenfold, and it looked like a layer of black curtain covering Wei Hong.

"Absolutely right, it must be that dog Yan Feng who burned my spiritual contract!"

The surge of cursed aura was proof, and Wei Hong directly figured out the reason.

But at this moment, he had no intention to think about the spiritual contract. The rioting spiritual power had already brought him to the edge of infatuation.

"Puff!"

The rampaging spiritual power caused the meridians in Wei Hong's body to be torn continuously, and his internal organs were even more injured.

Wei Hong spurted out another mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and began to control the rioting spiritual power in his body with all his strength, trying to make them docile.

At the same time, as long as the injury became more serious and his health value dropped below 60%, he would add vitality points to his health value to ensure that his life would not be threatened.

Despite this, the rioting spiritual power still made Wei Hong suffer a lot.

Especially under the influence of the curse aura that had surged tenfold, the rioting spiritual power was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, which was very difficult to tame, and it also had extremely powerful momentum.

"Puff puff puff!"

The crazy impacts one after another made Wei Hong spit out blood continuously.

"Fuck Yan Feng, I'll take this grudge. When I recover, I'll kill him even if it means exposing my identity!"

The terrible condition in his body made Wei Hong extremely angry, and his hatred for Yan Feng, the instigator, reached its peak.

With such hatred, Wei Hong has been gritting his teeth to control the spiritual power in his body.

He can't let the spiritual power continue to riot. If that happens, no matter how many vitality points he has, it will not be enough to repair it.

If it were other cultivators, even cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, they would definitely become useless under such violent spiritual power impact, or even explode and die directly.

After all, spiritual power riot is not a joke. It is the nightmare of all cultivators, just like the inner demon.

But Wei Hong still has ways to deal with this terrible situation at this time.

The vitality points are his strongest backing. As long as he doesn't die immediately, the vitality points can repair all his injuries and ensure that his life will not be threatened at all.

Therefore, although the impact of the first few waves of spiritual power riots almost took his life, Wei Hong still survived and began to slowly show signs of taming the violent spiritual power.

To be honest, the most dangerous moment was when the spiritual contract was burned.

Now Wei Hong survived the most dangerous moment, but the subsequent backlash should not be underestimated.

"I don't believe that this curse can still be so strong!"

Wei Hong gritted his teeth fiercely, feeling annoyed and angry.

Fortunately, at this time, the rioting spiritual power in his body has begun to be slowly controlled by him. Although it is still violent, the degree of riot has definitely decreased a lot compared to the beginning.

At this time, Wei Hong opened his spiritual pupils again and looked at himself.

"Okay, it was consumed a little bit. In this case, I will fight it!"

Seeing that the thick cursed aura had indeed been consumed, Wei Hong was overjoyed.

His guess was correct. As long as he could withstand these waves of spiritual power shocks, the cursed aura would still be slowly consumed even if it surged tenfold.

Wei Hong didn't care about the injuries in his body at all. He began to control his spiritual power with all his heart and soul, trying to tame the violent spiritual power as soon as possible, so as to ensure that he would not have any problems again.

At the same time, he also focused on his health.

As long as his health dropped below 60%, he would immediately add vitality points.

In this way, Wei Hong survived wave after wave of spiritual power shocks and endured curse damage again and again by relying on vitality points to repair his injuries.

But the cursed aura that surged tenfold was indeed powerful. Whenever Wei Hong was about to tame the violent spiritual power, the cursed aura would show its power, making the spiritual power in his body become violent again.

Fortunately, the cursed energy was also being consumed layer by layer, and the intensity of the backlash was slowly decreasing as time went by.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Hong slightly opened his eyes: "Finally got it under control, but it's far from over!"

At this time, Wei Hong's face was extremely pale, and his whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Even his voice was much weaker, and you can imagine how much torture he had endured.