C1291 Wherever the wind

In front of a temple.

Qing Jiu stood still, his face was filled with strange black patterns, while the Incantation Force coiled around his body in a bizarre and mysterious manner.

Around him, the floor was littered with corpses.

No one could stand within ten meters of him, other than Qing Ling.

"A curse from me is a punishment for your sins."

Qing Jiu's tone was eerily cold