"In that room, I surrendered my heart and soul and swore the oath of inner demons!"
Zhang Xuezhou was told numerous times not to reveal his blood essence, hair, and date of birth, but Wuchao didn't expect that he would do all of these things himself.
But he really couldn't stand the temptation.
Among the spells controlled by Hongku, the opponent did have spells involving the future.
As long as you learn this skill, it will be easy to avoid disasters, hunt down and other arrangements.
"He is really willing to teach you this kind of technique?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.
"It's necessary. This is the rule of the Holy Land." Wuchao nodded and said, "The real master of this technique is probably Dao Lord. The teacher is just a middleman in teaching, so he can't help but teach!"
"So that's it!"
Hongku may have been able to teach this technique because of his extraordinary talent. As an inheritor, when the students meet the relevant conditions, Hongku must also teach this technique according to the rules of the Holy Land.
This is not a question of whether Hongku wants to teach it, but as long as Hongku is a part of the Holy Land, Hongku needs to obey the rules of the Holy Land.
Unless Hongku can overthrow the Holy Land, or if the Holy Land destroys the skills he has learned from his body, Hongku can be free to do things according to his own ideas.
Wuchao is no different.
He took the oath of inner demons in accordance with the rules of the Holy Land and obtained the inheritance of this technique.
If it hadn't been for Zhang Xuezhou's awakening, which made Wu Chao think about the matter, Wu Chao would have never revealed a single word to Zhang Xuezhou.
This technique is different from the Snake Head Curse. It is an invisible technique. As long as he doesn't say it, no one will know that he has this technique.
Wuchao cherished this only friend, and also cherished Hongku, the only remaining relationship between seniors and brothers.
"When I master this technique, our future safety will be greatly guaranteed," Wu Chao said.
Hong was weak-hearted, and even though he knew Wu Tiao was in danger, he did not take personal protection.
But they were different. If Wuchao had deduced the relevant risks, he and Zhang Xuezhou would have to guard them at all times and strive to survive the relevant risks without losing their lives.
The two looked at each other, then pushed the teaching to the end, and walked out of Hong Ku's compound step by step.
"well!"
Being in the room, watching Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou leaving the door, Hong was silent for a while, and finally had to sigh.
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a sharp knife.
The sharp knife swung quickly, and the neck of a demon bird was quickly cut off.
Blood suddenly sprayed all over the high platform in front of Hong Ku.
"Who has been cursing me behind the scenes for so many years?"
Hong Ku casually threw the corpse of the demon bird in his hand at his feet. He muttered something, and a faint figure of the demon bird suddenly appeared in the air.
As Hong Ku chanted the spell, the demon bird penetrated the window like a stream of light, and then flew into the vast sky.
But Hongku's search was doomed to be in vain.
Over the years, he searched for the person behind the curse dozens of times, but each time he came up empty-handed.
This time is no exception.
The soul pulled by the demon bird wandered blankly in the sky for a moment, and then turned into specks of light and disappeared.
This forced Hong Ku's eyes to focus on a prop of the Demonic Oath Spell on the high platform.
Essence, blood, hair, birth date.
These are the three elements for casting a spell, and are also necessary for a complete cast of spells.
Hongku hesitated for a few seconds before his lips began to murmur.
After a while, he bit his finger open, pushed his arm bit by bit, and squeezed out a drop of dark blood.
This drop of blood was darker in color than Wuchao's essence and blood. By the time Hong Ku finished reciting the incantation, he had firmly imprinted this drop of blood on top of Wuchao's essence and blood.
The two drops of essence and blood entangled each other, and seemed to have some kind of fusion.
Hongku took a wooden figure, quickly drew Wuchao's birthday and birth date, and tied his hair on the wooden figure.
After reciting some incantations, he carefully tied the wooden figure to the contract cloth where Wuchao swore the inner demon's oath.
"Twenty-two!"
After carefully casting the spell, Hongku returned to his previous expressionless appearance.
He cannot find the person who cast the spell behind the scenes, but he can guide the opponent's spell to someone close to him who is related to it. Not only can he use this human medium to fight with the person behind the scenes, but he can also make the other person's spell cast ineffective.
In this game of spells, the two sides are not only competing with their respective spell methods, but also competing with their respective spell-casting media to see who can continue to consume until the end.
The other party may need all kinds of natural and earthly treasures, but Hongku only needs people.
Wife, children, master and apprentice...
As long as there is a substantive connection between many relationships, he can use them to do things and to stand in for disasters.
And he treated these students indifferently, kept a distance from them, and tried his best to remove himself from the relationship.
In the eyes of many people in the Holy Land, he just committed a fateful crime. Anyone who comes close to him will be in bad luck, but no one will think that he is using the students with whom he has connections to ward off disasters and bear the spell.
After all, the spell lasted too long.
Students are admitted once every three years, and he has already killed twenty-one students.
At present, preparations are being made for the twenty-second student to replace those affected by the disaster.
Needless to say, his family was involved in this.
Hongku stared at the high platform where the spell was cast.
The ability to see into the future is indeed his trump card, but it is not his only one.
What he really possesses, even a comprehensive one, is this life-saving death curse.
This is his unique spell, and it is also the life-saving spell that has protected him for so many years.
Without this technique, he would have been dead for decades, and he would not be alive until now.
"There are countless people in the world who know my details, and there are not many who can curse me to make it difficult to trace my traces. Which one of you is the one who performs the spell?"
The cursed bird with the aura of death crow was difficult to find, but Hong Ku's eyes were set higher on the holy mountain.
In those unique places full of spiritual energy, there live the twelve sages of the Yiji River Holy Land.
But even the lowest-strength venerable has reached the threshold of the forty realm and entered the solipsistic realm.
And Hongku's strength is the ultimate level of magical power.
He can fight beyond a certain level, but when facing his peers, his advantage is very small.
He didn't even dare to come to ask for advice, lest the other party deliberately couldn't hold back and killed him reasonably.
"One day, one day..."
Hong murmured bitterly.
As a master of spells, he is very patient.
In this chase between prey and hunter, he will not always be on the defensive side.
If he knows who is behind the scenes, he can also launch a sneak attack, perhaps killing the opponent with one blow.
The outcome of a fair fight depends on the strength of cultivation and the means of attack, but sneak attacks do not require so many.
As long as the arrangement is reasonable, it is not surprising to use the low to defeat the high, especially for a spell master like him.
Hongku recited one name after another in a low voice, and his fingers stained with bird blood continued to write these names on a piece of cloth.
His eyes were filled with all kinds of hatred.
If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would definitely believe in the creed that he would rather kill by mistake than let go, and he would kill all twelve venerables in the Holy Land, directly cutting off all future troubles.
His expression was filled with hatred, mixed with regret, and even more filled with infinite anger, as if he wanted to melt the names of these venerables.
And under the window of his room, a hair raised its head, and then quickly crawled down, like dust on the window, it was difficult to attract any attention.
