"His greatest desire is probably to climb high again and become the venerable master of the Yi Zhe River Holy Land!"
"If someone goes up, someone will come down!"
"The age of the Holy Land Venerable cannot be determined, but he is already very old. It is difficult to wait for a long time for a Venerable to pass away!"
"good!"
"My people went to check the information. He once served the second generation of our royal family. He is at least nearly a hundred years old!"
"No wonder he has the desire to climb high!"
As Hongku called Wuchao to go, Wuchao and Jinchang were also having final negotiations.
"A great monk in the supernatural power realm has already reached a hundred-year-old life. If he wants to continue to survive, he needs to enter the solipsistic realm to safely live to be over one hundred and twenty years old." Jinchang said: "If there is no special opportunity, someone like him The magical power realm monks can only rely on the year-round cleansing of the spiritual energy land!"
"But his position in the Yizhe River Holy Land has reached the best level among the mage class," Wu Chao said.
"So he needs to get a better place," Jinchang said.
"In other words, we are likely to have the help of a Venerable?"
After a short and calm analysis, Wu Chao quickly grasped the key points.
Hongku wanted to go up, but no venerable would be willing to come down. There was an irreconcilable contradiction.
Wuchao suddenly remembered the practice of 'cannibalism' mentioned by Cuo Bugui, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
After going around in a big circle, he found that one bad outcome after another was probably related to the benefits of practice.
Everyone is in the circle, but no one thinks they are in it.
These people include not only Hongku, but also Jinchang, and even Wuchao itself.
Regardless of whether Wuchao is willing or not, he needs to intervene to protect his own interests. This is completely different from his previous ideas of 'discussing, making friends' and 'giving in'. In this kind of contradiction, no one It is impossible to discuss with him, and it is impossible for anyone to discuss with a chess piece.
But Wuchao still doesn't understand why Hongku Denggao involves them.
"If you can confirm that all those former senior brothers died at the hands of Hongku, he probably used the 'Qi Luck Technique' of Huang Lao School!"
"Qi Luck Technique?"
"This is a very eccentric and weird art. It can be divided into 'bad luck art' and 'luck-enhancing art'. Luck-enhancing nature is to bring good luck, while bad-luck art will lead people to disaster and induce disaster. All kinds of unlucky things, even if you have super powers, you will die. In the constant unlucky things, the causes of death will appear in all kinds of strange ways!"
"Why would he use this technique on us? Are there any special benefits? How can I resist this technique?"
"I do not know then!"
Jinchang could understand part of the content, but he was not omniscient and omnipotent. He could guess the whole story. He was even helpless on how to avoid the influence of such side spells.
Now, this analysis will come to an end.
With Hong Ku's urging again, Wu Chao must go to the black stone mansion.
Wu Chao touched the many winding hairs on his head and shook the snake head charm in his sleeve.
The feeling of being like an arm came to mind, which gave Wuchao a little more confidence.
"My junior brother may be able to take a breath now. If you want to squeeze out the remaining inheritance of Jiutian Sect from my junior brother, you need to put more thought into it today!"
Wuchao didn't know if there was any venerable person in the Holy Land who could help him, but the Jinchang in front of him was undoubtedly as powerful as any venerable person.
Just the puppet silk thread control technique he learned from Jinchang can be applied to the Snake Head Curse, which makes the Snake Head Curse a little more flexible.
The inheritance of the Yin Yang Nine Sect is mainly about control and killing. As long as Jinchang is willing, the possibility of Hong Ku losing his life is extremely high.
He whispered to Jinchang and then opened the door of the cave.
The warm sunshine shines on Wuchao and Jinchang in the shadow.
"He's actually the kind of opponent I hate the most!"
Jinchang looked unhappy.
As the successor of the Yin Yang family, he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
Qi Luck Technique originated from the Huang-Lao School. This technique does not rely on immediate lethality, but will have a lasting impact over time.
This kind of technique can be planted three years ago, and then wait until one day three years later to occur. It is normal for changes to occur even ten or eight years later.
The Qi Luck technique is even more weird than the puppet technique. Who is affected and who is not affected, how to fight against it, and how to eliminate the influence are all unknown. Even the practitioner does not know whether his or her technique will be successful.
What's even weirder about this technique is that it doesn't care about the individual strength of the recipient. Whether it's a powerful person or a weak scholar, the influence of the luck technique makes no difference.
If a strong person is killed by the influence of Qi Luck, while a weak person avoids the related effects, this result will not be so strange.
In the face of this technique, Jinchang would be no different from Wu Chao or Zhang Xuezhou.
Jinchang didn't want to face this kind of technique, nor did he want to bear the possible impact of the luck technique.
But it is impossible for him to come to your Majesty's side and seize someone.
If he wants to obtain the complete inheritance of the Yin Yang family, he must cooperate with Zhang Xuezhou and others.
"You have to be ruthless!"
The most complete way to break a spell is to kill the caster.
If he didn't want to be burdened with a possible curse, he had to kill Hongku.
This made Jinchang very melancholy.
His realm is superior to Hong Ku's, and his strength is not lacking. The probability of killing a great practitioner of the magical power realm like Hong Ku is very high.
But Jinchang couldn't afford to offend the magical forces like Yi Zhehe Holy Land.
Once he uses puppetry to kill people, suspicion will inevitably be cast on him.
It didn't matter that he was wanted by a big demon concentration camp like the Evil Luoschuan Holy Land. If he really had ten or eight big magicians to curse him from behind, Jinchang felt that he couldn't bear it.
"Melancholy!"
He couldn't defeat Hongku without using the puppet technique, and if he used the puppet technique, he would be affected by it, which gave Jinchang a headache.
He touched the pocket in his sleeve and took out the Five Steps Misty Smoke.
Following Wuchao's shadow, Jinchang looked solemn as he began to cross the threshold that Wuchao had repeatedly mentioned was difficult to cross.
Just for a moment, Jinchang felt a chill in his heart.
A sense of crisis came over him, and he was about to run away through the door. In the blink of an eye, the coolness of the cold wind had washed over his whole body, making his limbs so stiff that they almost showed traces.
"The old guy just uses the formation to kill Wei Feng as soon as he comes in. It's really unscrupulous!"
Jinchang thought secretly in his heart.
He looked at the frost-covered Wuchao, and his heart quickly calmed down after beating wildly.
Wu Chao was still breathing heavily and was not at the point where he would die as soon as he entered the door. This proved that Hong Ku's murderous intention at the moment was not as strong as he imagined.
This also made Jinchang very aware that Zhang Xuezhou was still alive.
As long as people are alive, things will be easy to do.
"Wuchao, do you know your guilt?"
Where the wind was rolling, a huge black figure like a mountain appeared.
Jinchang's eyes just turned, and then he broke away from the strange appearance caused by the pressure of the other party's realm, and noticed the old figure standing in the courtyard.
"This kid seems to have practiced some kind of Creation Sutra at Zhu Jiuyin's place to avoid the pressure of the realm?"
On the body he rested on, Wu Chao was covered in ice and slowly knelt down.
Wuchao's teeth were chattering as if he had suffered an extremely terrifying impact.
He lay on the ground, his body shaking unnaturally from time to time.
From a distance, Hong Ku's expression showed slight satisfaction.
No matter what murderous plan Wuchao had, at this moment, the threat of Wuchao had been lifted.
