"Luo Feng?" Luo Weiwei's eyes widened, "Your surname is Luo?"
At this time, an old man in white standing behind Luo Weiwei was looking at Luo Feng warily and whispered, "Young man, what are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I was here when I woke up. I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."
"Nonsense," said an old woman holding a dragon staff with a somewhat hostile voice.
"This place is a burial ground where countless powerful heroes from the ancient river era are buried. It is also a gathering place for curses."
"Don't call me a kid in this place. Even if I'm waiting here, I don't dare to walk around. How do you survive?"
"Is it dangerous here?"
Luo Feng recalled carefully that he came from the deep hinterland, but he did not encounter any danger on the way.
On the contrary, there is nothing but deathly silence here.
"Of course it's dangerous, especially in recent times. I don't know why many sleeping curses in the Burial Ground have awakened," Luo Weiwei said with her hands on her hips and a worried look on her face, "You idiot, you'd better leave as soon as possible. It's not safe here. .”
"I can't feel the slightest bit of cursed warrior power in you. Are you an ordinary person?"
"What is the power of the cursed warrior?"
"Are you from Mars? You don't even know the power of the cursed warrior?"
Luo Weiwei was very patient and did not discriminate against Luo Feng because of her superior status.
"Look, this is it!" Luo Weiwei raised her hand, palm facing up, and then a purple light source condensed in the air.
What's strange is that this purple light source seems to have an independent consciousness, changing its appearance under Luo Weiwei's control.
Sometimes it’s a grimace, sometimes it’s a villain, sometimes it’s a little flower.
Luo Feng didn't show any surprise when he saw this scene.
This made Luo Weiwei feel a little dissatisfied, and she stamped her feet and said, "You idiot, you saw such a magical power, how come you don't have any expression at all?"
The old man in white behind him smiled and said, "Miss, you are only the lowest level with the power of a cursed warrior, so naturally you are not so shocked."
Now that the era of cursed warriors has begun, the air warriors of the Furukawa era have long been forgotten.
Therefore, it also has a relatively mature practice system.
Compared to Furukawa's forgotten and complex air warrior system, the curse warrior training system is very simple.
There are six levels of SABCDF.
These six levels are the limits of most cursed warriors, with S being the strongest.
So far on Earth, there are definitely no more than a hundred people who know how to control S-level cursed warriors.
Among them, the old man in white and the old woman with a dragon staff are the S-class cursed warriors who have a high status among the Luo clan on Earth.
An existence of this level can completely materialize the power of the curse and form a complete and independent form.
It can even derive some special ability that belongs to them and the power of the curse.
Compared with the bloodline ability of the Furukawa era, this ability is easier to acquire and more effective in developing it.
"It doesn't look strong enough," but just when the two old men were feeling proud, Luo Feng's words made them choke and they almost saw Tai Nai.
"What, you said we're not strong enough?" The old man in white was so angry that his beard was waving wildly. "Boy, do you know that an S-level cursed warrior can wipe out all the creatures in a big city in an instant with all his strength?"
Luo Feng quickly shook his head, "I don't mean to underestimate you, old man, but I personally feel that this kind of power is really not strong."
After all, in Luo Feng's vague and incomplete memories, he saw countless incomplete shadows.
Those beings can turn the entire earth, even the galaxy, and the universe into nothingness in an instant.
So Jiang Fan explained it again.
"It seems like you don't know anything, but something happened to you and you lost your memory. You know all these things."
"Yes, it is true. In the era of curse warriors, S-class were not the strongest beings. Those above us are the ones who truly master the power of the curse."
"But how can those people be touched by us? They are called Cursed King Wus, and the Cursed King Wus are divided into seven ladders. The age of cursed warriors has begun in our earth. So far, the cursed kings have been born. There are only seven Wus."
"These seven are the rulers of the earth, managing their respective kingdoms."
"That's right, and the country where our Luo family is located is the jurisdiction of the Seventh Cursed King Wu Huangpu Longchen. It was called China in the ancient river era, right?" Luo Weiwei turned to ask the old man in white uncertainly.
The old man nodded, "Yes, this place used to be called Huaxia."
"I see," Luo Feng probably figured out the situation in this so-called cursed era, and said, "What about the warriors from the Furukawa era?"
"I don't know. After the pioneering era opened, they all disappeared one after another."
"As time went by, the civilization of the Koga era disappeared, and the air warriors also disappeared."
Qi warrior! Cultivation is difficult, complicated, and there are many steps. It seems to be more difficult than obtaining the power of the curse, and it is extremely challenging for personal factors.
This is also the reason why it was forgotten in the subsequent era of Qi Warriors.
At this moment, Luo Weiwei's communicator rang.
"No, the family sent an emergency call, indicating that a powerful cursed creature has awakened in the cemetery. Let's rush over."
Luo Weiwei said nervously, "You idiot, get out of here right away. This is no place for a novice like you."
After saying that, the group boarded the Black Yao Battleship and sailed through the void.
Watching the Luo clan leave, Luo Feng looked down at his hands in confusion.
A ball of cold air spread out in the palm of my hand.
In an instant, hundreds of meters in radius turned into a winter world.
"If Qi warriors have been abandoned by the times, why...I have such abilities, and who am I?"
Immediately afterwards, the cold air in the palm changed, becoming blood color, platinum gold, and black!
"boom!"
A thick cursed aura suddenly erupted with him as the source.
"Is this a cursed aura?" Luo Feng was surprised to find out and followed his instinct to activate his power.
It turns out that he is not only a Qi warrior, but he has also harnessed the power of curses.
And he clearly felt that the power of his curse seemed a bit powerful.
"It should be at least D level, right?" Luo Feng thought he was one level stronger than Luo Weiwei.
But little did Luo Feng know that he had once single-handedly crushed the Cursed King of the Furukawa Era.
The emperor's blood curse he controls is so terrifying.
Yes, Luo Feng unconsciously activated the Emperor's Blood Curse, which at this moment affected the cursed creatures sleeping in the God Burial Ground.
Deep in that remote area, countless huge monsters emerged from the hinterland, laughing in the sky.
Countless cursed warrior forces gathered here.
One of them is Roche.
The leader was a gray-haired middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, who looked somewhat similar to Luo Feng.
At this time, he was concentrating on the cursed creatures that suddenly awakened in a large area in the hinterland, and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
"Damn it, what is going on? This has not happened for tens of thousands of years. Why are there so many cursed creatures awakening!"
At this time, a scientific research master who studied the power of curses said excitedly, "There are fluctuations in the power of Cursed Wang Wu here. It is the power of Cursed Wang Wu that stimulated them!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt their hearts sink to the bottom.
"Curse Wang Wu's power. Could it be that Emperor Longchen of Huangpu is here?"
"No, this is a brand new curse power. I...my records have never appeared before."
"A new cursed Wang Wu was born? Who is it?"
At this time, at the end of the horizon, Luo Feng raised his head and looked in a certain direction.
Following his look, countless resurrected cursed creatures knelt down one after another, as if to welcome their king.
