The eighteenth day of the first lunar month.
It is advisable to seek medical treatment, break down the house, relieve yourself, and take a bath.
Daxia, Kyoto, Imperial City, Yangxin Hall.
One after another, talismans are posted all over the inner room of the Yangxin Hall.
These talismans and talisman papers come in different colors.
There are mud yellow, sky blue, gray green, gold, and silver white.
But the runes on the talismans are almost identical.
Yunzhuan breaks all illusions and destroys all illusions and illusions in the world, such as curses.
The empress sat on a yellow rosewood chair with an upright posture and a solemn expression.
Zhao Wujiang was shaking the bell in his hand, and the bell jingled crisply. He was mumbling words and jumping around the empress.
The scene is a little funny, like a folk dance to ward off evil spirits.
This is exactly the case, and evil spirits are also false.
Therefore, breaking a curse is similar to the method of exorcising evil spirits.
Not long after, the runes on the talismans all over the room began to twist, and then spontaneously ignited without fire. In an instant, the room was ignited with flames of different colors.
The flames quickly burned out, and the talisman was burned into gray-black ashes.
The talisman ash floated in the air and did not sink to the ground.
Zhao Wujiang pinched the Taoist secret in his hand. He kept his right arm still and turned his wrist two and a half times. He put the two fingers of his hand together towards the center of the empress' eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice:
"break!"
The ashes of talismans floating all over the room were like falling snowflakes, condensing towards Zhao Wujiang's fingertips and the empress's eyebrows.
The empress felt that her heart was burning like a fire, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood spurted out, and the blood mist was instantly stained with talisman ashes.
Zhao Wujiang's fingertips condensed into a vortex, and the vortex was composed of gray and black talisman gray.
And around the empress, a hazy figure appeared, like a statue.
As soon as this figure appeared, pressure filled the room.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn. The phantom that appeared around the empress should be, as expected, the curse left by the so-called Clay Bodhisattva. The true appearance of the phantom should most likely be the Clay Bodhisattva himself.
The whirlpool of talisman gray in his hand was spinning faster and faster, and the shocking suction force instantly adhered to the phantom, sucking and twisting the phantom.
Zhao Wujiang continued to recite Taoist spells, and the suction force of the gray talisman vortex became stronger and stronger. The shadow of the Clay Bodhisattva became more distorted and blurred, and the face that could not be seen clearly became more and more ferocious.
The empress had passed out and collapsed on the chair. The howling wind blew in the room, and the smell of burning talismans filled the room.
Zhao Wujiang lit another talisman with his left hand. These extra talismans were specially prepared by him in case of emergencies. Unexpectedly, they came in handy.
The talisman burned, turned into talisman ashes, and condensed towards his fingertips. The vortex on his fingertips became larger and larger, and the suction force became stronger and stronger.
But there were no signs of being sucked on anything else in the room. Only the phantom of the clay Bodhisattva around the empress was pulled and twisted, becoming more and more distorted and deformed. She no longer looked human, and most of the figure was sucked into the vortex of talisman gray.
Zhao Wujiang held his breath and concentrated, completely sucking the shadow transformed by this curse into the vortex of talisman gray. It was only a matter of time, he just needed to persist.
If he can't even get rid of the curse of the Clay Bodhisattva, then what will he use to fight against the Clay Bodhisattva himself in the future?
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In the misty sky and earth, there is a vast sword energy that roars all the time, and a statue that spans the sky and the earth.
The statue is too tall, and its lower body and head are in the mist, making it difficult to see its face.
But now, one can feel the rage emanating from the statue.
The person who felt the fury the most was the sword master Li Chunjun.
But unlike the rage emanating from the statue, Li Chunjun was laughing.
He is full of sword energy, filling the whole world. He is not only restraining the Clay Bodhisattva, but also restraining himself.
Feeling the rage of the Clay Bodhisattva, he roughly guessed what happened, and felt indescribably happy.
Why did he, the emperor of Great Xia, where Li Chunjun lived, allow an outsider like you, Ni Bodhisattva, to plant a curse?
You still want to speed up the collapse of the dynasty and speed up the destruction of the world, but have you ever thought that there are so many innocent people in this world?
Since you have come to this world, you must be prepared to stay in this world!
