"Master, are you okay?"
Shen Long asked with concern.
"I'm fine! I thought it was a magic weapon."
Bing Canzhen shook his head and said.
His consciousness sensed something flying towards them, thinking it was a magic weapon. He pushed Shen Long away out of instinct. It was better to die one person than two people.
"Impossible! This is a spell. Can you take another look?"
Shen Long said doubtfully.
Bing Canzhen rolled up his left sleeve and saw a strange blood mark on his arm.
"Septic Blood Soul-Destroying Curse!"
Shen Long recognized the origin of the blood mark.
When he communicated with the alchemy monk who was born in the immortal cultivation world in southern Xinjiang, he asked for advice on the spells of the witch clan. The septicemia and soul-killing spell can make the target's energy and blood slowly decay, and eventually the body will die.
After being hit by this spell, the target will die in as fast as a few months or as slowly as a few years. The specific time depends on the condition of the person who is hit by the spell. The witch clan usually uses this spell to kill the body.
Obviously, the Wu Clan monks came here to target Shen Long.
Another noisy neighing sound sounded, and Shen Long and Bing Canzhen frowned, feeling that their bodies were weak and unable to mobilize their magic power.
A flying knife with flashing yellow light flew towards them and was in front of them in an instant.
A purple long sword flew towards him, blocking the yellow flying knife, and there was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing.
Wu Shan frowned, the void above his head fluctuated, and a big purple hand appeared out of thin air. The big purple hand was composed of countless purple flames and was photographed head on.
Wu Shan reacted quickly. The yellow jade lock on his chest lit up with a dazzling yellow light, and a thick yellow light curtain emerged, protecting his whole body. At the same time, a black python sprayed out a black sound wave, Meet the big purple hand.
The big purple hand defeated the black sound wave and hit the yellow light curtain. There was a muffled sound and a purple flame spread, drowning the yellow light curtain.
A sharp and ear-piercing hiss sounded, Wu Shan frowned, and felt an unbearable pain coming from the sea of consciousness. A silver lightning pillar with a diameter of about ten feet pierced the sky and accurately struck Wu Shan's body. The thunder light drowned Wu Shan's figure. .
A ball of fire lit up, and a three-color firebird appeared. Its wings flapped slightly, and it disappeared into the lightning. There was a loud roar, and a faint scream of a man in extreme pain was heard.
A huge red sword light fell from the sky, cutting the thunder light in half, and a thick crack appeared on the ground, with smoke and dust billowing.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Wushan was split into two and fell into a pool of blood. His body was charred and black, and the black python was also cut in half.
Shen Long flew over, searched the belongings on the corpse, and used the soul refining bowl to take away Wushan's soul, hoping to find a way to break the curse, and took away the corpse as well.
Han Yuwei flew down next to Bing Canren, her brows furrowed.
"You are so old, yet so careless."
Han Yuwei frowned and said.
"Thank you, Yuwei."
Master Bingcan smiled coquettishly, his face full of tenderness.
"Hmph, I happened to be nearby, and I didn't come specifically to save you."
Han Yuwei explained with a cold face.
Shen Long flew over and suggested: "Let's go back first! Find a way to break the curse. The longer we delay, the more dangerous it will be for the master."
He put away the spiritual beasts, birds and insects, and the three of them returned to Juman City.
They went straight to the General Affairs Hall, found Qishan, and asked about how to break the curse.
"The spells of the Witch Clan are difficult to resolve. You need to find someone who knows how to resolve them. It is best to go to the Immortal Cultivation World in Southern Xinjiang. The human monks there have been fighting with the Wu Clan monks all year round. You may know how to resolve it. In the Immortal Cultivation World in Donghua , there are very few high-level monks who can resolve the spell."
Qishan said.
"Is there any talisman or elixir that can delay the onset of the septicemia-destroying curse?"
Han Yuwei asked.
"Yes, it can only be postponed for one year. The amount of good deeds required is not a small amount."
Qishan said.
Shen Long took out three corpses
, said: "Tie Xiao's corpse can be exchanged for a lot of good deeds! If it doesn't work, add this third-level fire dragon."
"I also have some good deeds, please see if they are enough."
Han Yuwei took out her identity plate.
Qi Shan inspected the three corpses and confirmed that they were correct. He assigned a large sum of good deeds to Shen Long and said, "No need, Fellow Daoist Shen's good deeds are enough. Tie Xiao and Tu Xin killed many fellow Daoists, and their corpses can I have exchanged a lot of good deeds, enough to exchange for a Green Lotus Stagnant Talisman."
"Can't you redeem a few more?"
Han Yuwei said.
"No, just one. This is sold to us by the Qixia Merchant Alliance. It is not easy to refine and is very unpopular. Not any spell can delay the onset of the disease. If you are hit by the five great curses, the Qinglian Yuan Yuan Talisman will not use."
As Qi Shan spoke, he took out a talisman with flashing green light. There was a blue lotus pattern on the surface of the talisman.
"Master, please use this charm quickly."
Shen Long handed the Green Lotus Stagnant Talisman to Bing Canren.
Master Bingcan slapped this talisman on his body, and a ball of blue light lit up, covering the body of Master Bingcan.
After a while, the green light dissipated.
"Master, let's go back to Yulingyuan first! When Uncle Liu and Sister Du come back, they may have something to do."
Shen Long suggested.
Master Bingcan nodded, said hello to Han Yuwei, and returned to Yulingyuan with Shen Long.
Bingcan Zhenren and Shen Long were sitting in a blue stone pavilion. Shen Long took out a yellow storage bag and shook the bag mouth down. A yellow glow passed by, and a lot of things appeared on the ground.
Chen Long and Master Bingcan each picked up a jade slip and immersed their spiritual consciousness in it.
They checked all the jade slips, but could not find a way to solve the curse. Many jade slips mentioned Xuanyin Cave Heaven, and there was also a map with text marks on it. You could see the four characters "Xuanyin Cave Heaven". It seemed that Wushan Entered the Xuanyin Cave.
Shen Long also found a bottle of third-level dragon's essence and blood and a bottle of dragon-transforming elixir. The third-level dragon's essence and blood can be used to make elixirs.
He took out the soul refining bowl and inserted a magic formula. The soul refining bowl burst out with dazzling black light. The temperature nearby dropped rapidly, and a man screamed in extreme pain.
"Tell me, how to resolve the Septic Blood Soul-Destroying Curse!"
Shen Longbi asked.
"Do you think I will say that? If you want to kill, then kill."
A green light group spoke human words.
Shen Long activated the soul refining bowl to torture Wushan's soul, which caused the soul to scream in agony.
"Forget it, just kill him! Even if he says it, I don't believe it. Let's wait until Uncle Liu and Sister Du come back!"
Bing Canzhen said.
Shen Long sighed, extinguished Wu Shan's spirit, and solemnly said: "Master, I will definitely find a way to resolve this curse."
"It's enough that you have this filial piety. Fortunately, you killed Wushan quickly. If it had been delayed a little longer, he might have had time to cast the five ultimate curses and pull you to death together."
Bing Canzhen said in a thankful tone.
Shen Long nodded and took out the communication tray to contact Mu Weiwei. There was no response from the communication tray. It was estimated that Mu Weiwei was not in Juman City.
More than an hour later, the battle ended and the human race won. The barbarians left a large number of corpses and fled in confusion.
Liu Zian and Du Yinyin returned to Yulingyuan. They were slightly injured, but not serious.
Chen Long and Bing Canzhen rushed over immediately and reported to them.
"Septic Blood Extinguishing Curse? I know some Taoist friends in the Southern Xinjiang Immortal Cultivation World. One of them is proficient in this method. He has to go to the Southern Xinjiang Immortal Cultivation World to do it."
Du Yinyin said.
"We have won the victory and the war is over. There is no point in staying on the front line. Junior Sister Du, take Senior Nephew Lin and Senior Nephew Shen to the Southern Xinjiang Cultivation World and try your best to resolve this curse! After this battle, , our sect’s losses are not small.”
Liu Zian ordered.
The Yuling Sect lost more than 20 alchemy monks, and many alchemy monks were seriously injured. This is not bad. Some forces suffered greater losses. The Xuanyang Sect fought
Two Nascent Souls died, and their vitality was severely damaged.
"Uncle Liu, will the barbarians retreat obediently?"
Shen Long asked.
"Maybe! I heard that the God-Transformation monks took action. Our human race's God-Transformation monks had a fight with the barbarian's God-Transformation monks and took some advantage. The barbarians suddenly retreated, which meant they accepted defeat. They had to cede a lot of territory. Already."
Liu Zian explained.
"The monk who transformed the gods took action? Why didn't you see it?"
Shen Long said in surprise.
"The battlefield of the cultivating gods is not here, so of course you can't see it. Well, this is not something you should be concerned about. You should rush to the southern Xinjiang Immortal Realm first!"
Liu Zian said.
"Let me say hello to my friend!"
Bing Canzhen said.
"Give you a day to prepare! Let's set out tomorrow and spend all our good deeds!"
Du Yinyin ordered.
Chen Long and Bing Canzhen agreed and retreated.
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The Jinwu Grassland stretches for millions of miles and is the ancestral land of the Jinwu tribe.
A majestic golden city can be seen deep in the grassland. The three characters "Golden Crow City" are written on the plaque. There are many barbarian monks walking around in the city.
In a splendid hall, a burly man in a gold shirt stood next to a silver magic circle. Zhesen's shadow was above the magic circle.
"The high priest suffered a small loss. Don't fight with them. Just cede part of the territory! It's better than being destroyed."
The big man in gold shirt ordered.
Wu Yu, the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, Senior Wu's injury is not serious!"
Jason asked curiously.
"This is not a question you should ask. Do your part."
Wu Yu said with a cold face.
Zhesen smiled and agreed, and the shadow collapsed.
Wu Yu took out a golden magic plate, entered a magic formula, and ordered: "Send more manpower and find a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure at all costs. Without the heaven-reaching spiritual treasure in hand, the great elder and the transformation of the human race will There is no advantage in fighting between divine monks."
The barbarians once had spiritual treasures that reached the sky, and the monks who transformed themselves into gods ascended to the spiritual world and brought them to the spiritual world.
Not long ago, the human race's god-transforming monks appeared in the Golden Crow Grassland. The golden-crow tribe's god-transforming monks attacked the human race's god-transforming monks. The human race's god-transforming monks had a spiritual treasure that reaches the sky. The golden crowd's god-transforming monks suffered a small loss.
"Yes, Elder Wu."
A respectful male voice sounded.
Wu Yu put away the golden dharma plate and said to himself: "If many gods from the human race come to kill, they won't kill the great elder!"
