The old sword cultivator was about to turn around and move forward when suddenly the young monk on the side suddenly pointed at the old man's forehead and said tremblingly: "Master...Master..."
The old sword cultivator frowned, looked at the disciple's frightened look, and scolded: "What do you look like? If you have anything to say, just say it!"
"Master... there is black smoke on your forehead!"
As soon as the young sword cultivator finished speaking, he saw the old sword cultivator's face change and he looked at the young monk's forehead with dull eyes.
I saw a black line like smoke coming out of the young monk's forehead. The black line kept changing, and finally condensed into the word 'cause'.
The old sword cultivator suddenly touched his forehead as if feeling something, but found nothing.
"Master... the black smoke on your forehead turned into the word 'because'!" the young swordsman said in horror.
The old sword cultivator's face was livid. He had already guessed what the words on his forehead looked like, because he saw the same word 'cause' appeared on the foreheads of everyone in his group.
Several disciples looked at each other with the strange green and ink word 'Yin' on each other's foreheads. A strange feeling crawled into their hearts, and their whole bodies suddenly became cold.
"Is this a curse?" a disciple asked nervously.
"I feel like this is a curse, but I have never seen such a curse!"
The old sword cultivator's face was ashen as he looked at the word 'Yin' that appeared strangely on the heads of the disciples. He frowned and began to wonder where he had touched something unclean!
"Master...could there be something wrong with that ghost place where we just took out the relics of the Holy Sect?" A disciple guessed.
Several people immediately felt that it made sense, this God's Domain is so weird!
The old sword cultivator sensed it, but did not find that the curse did any harm to them. He pondered for a while and said:
"First find a place to get rid of this curse, and then go find the Holy Sect and his party!"
Several people immediately lowered their flying swords, found a cave and meditated inside to try to get rid of the curse.
The old sword cultivator was operating the initial stage of Nascent Soul, and a sword shadow appeared on his forehead, and the sword shadow slashed towards the word 'Yin'.
But the green and ink word 'Yin' seemed to be just a smoke, slashed away by the shadow of the sword.
Several disciples also imitated the old sword cultivator, condensed the sword shadow, and wanted to use the sword shadow to kill the 'curse'!
However, when the sword shadow touched the word 'Yin', it was like cutting through the smoke with a sword, passing the word 'Yin' easily. The word 'Yin' was like a gangrene attached to the bone, without any reaction.
The expression of the old sword cultivator changed and he turned livid.
Although he didn't feel that this 'curse' had done any harm to them, the fact that such a curse appeared on his head for no reason really made him feel uneasy.
In particular, the weird feeling coming from this curse made him restless.
The old sword cultivator closed his eyes again and tried again, but the result was still the same as before.
The curse with the word 'because' didn't change at all. Looking at his disciples, he found that they all gave up without success.
The old sword cultivator had a cold face, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Try to absorb and refine it!"
"Yes!" Several disciples agreed.
Several people closed their eyes and began to absorb the 'because' curse on Lianhua's head.
Spiritual power emerged in the cave, one after another.
Suddenly, a disciple spit out a mouthful of blood while refining, his eyes dull.
While refining the curse just now, hundreds of strange sounds came from his ears:
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
The sound seemed to be getting closer to him, which was particularly strange. He was so startled that he broke the skill.
Immediately afterwards, several more people suddenly vomited blood and opened their eyes, their eyes full of fear and anxiety.
Several people looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
Several people looked at the old sword cultivator, and saw that the old sword cultivator's face was uncertain, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The old sword cultivator looked ugly and said nothing. He suddenly stood up and said: "Let's hand over the relics of the Holy Sect to the Holy Sect first and see if there is any way the Holy Sect can erase the curse for us."
"This was the trick I got when I was trying to get the relics for them. I guess they won't refuse!"
Several people nodded and flew their swords, turning into several rainbows and heading towards the center of the divine domain.
...
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
At the entrance of the divine realm, hundreds of strange resentful spirits entered the divine realm, muttering something in their mouths.
These hundreds of resentful spirits entered the Divine Realm, and seemed to complement the aura of the Divine Realm. The green and ink-colored figure actually became solid.
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
Hundreds of resentful spirits walked slowly, muttering words, and continued to move towards the center of the divine domain.
The voice was uniform and resounded throughout the Divine Realm...
The already weird divine realm instantly became even weirder.
In the turbid divine realm, this strange scene immediately attracted the attention of several waves of people.
"What's going on?" one person asked in shock.
"I don't know. Could it be that something happened in the Divine Realm?"
"Follow us and take a look! Maybe there will be some opportunity!"
A few scattered people followed the Hundred Ghosts who were minding their own business. The hundreds of resentful spirits seemed to have no reaction and were just moving in a certain direction.
Hundreds of ghosts move forward, walking on all kinds of terrains, like walking on flat ground...
...
In the God's Domain, a young man was lying on the ground, covered in bruises and blood.
The young man was spitting out blood. Although he looked desperate, his eyes were still filled with unwillingness and resentment!
The young man's back was stepped on by a man with scars on his face. The scarred man was also a foundation-building monk. He looked at the young man at his feet with a joking face, spat on the young man's head and mocked:
"Revenge, get up and seek revenge from me. Don't you want to avenge your junior sister?"
"Why did you lie down so quickly?"
The young man endured the severe pain all over his body and turned his head, looked at the scarred man who was trampling on his back, and said with great resentment:
"Mo Dao, even if I can't kill you today, I will turn into a resentful ghost to take your life and avenge my junior sister!"
"Resentful ghost? Hahahaha!" The scarred man laughed: "You can't kill me while alive, and you still expect to kill me after death? Then why didn't your junior sister come to me for revenge?"
"She enjoyed all my favor before she died... That figure, that tenderness... I also regret it. I really shouldn't have killed her so easily. I should have enjoyed it." , just wait until you get tired of it before killing! Hahaha!"
The scarred man's words stimulated the young man at his feet to tremble all over. He tried hard to get up, but was kicked to the ground by the scarred man.
"Mo Dao, I curse you to be haunted by resentful ghosts and you will not have a good death!" The young man was trembling all over, and he was shouting words of resentment at the top of his lungs.
The scarred man sneered: "How can there be any resentful ghosts in this world? If there are really any, I, Mo Dao, will kill all the resentful ghosts for you to see!"
"But I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until that time, hahaha!"
When the scarred man raised his knife and was about to kill the young man at his feet, he suddenly heard strange sounds coming from behind, getting closer and closer:
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
The scarred man turned his head and looked behind him, seeing hundreds of green and ink figures approaching slowly step by step.
The figures were wrapped and covered by the fine green-black mist, like hundreds of people wearing green-black cloaks, making it difficult to see their faces.
"Who are you pretending to be?" The scarred man frowned and scolded.
But the figures still showed no reaction, just murmuring in unison and slowly approaching.
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
Seeing those figures approaching, the scarred man's face suddenly became very ugly: "Get out of here, uncle, I have something to do."
But hundreds of figures still didn't respond. It seemed they couldn't see him. They were just walking on their own way, and it happened that the two of them were on their way!
"Looking for death!" The scarred man didn't feel any cultivation in that group of people. He just thought that the young man's helper deliberately concealed his own cultivation. He looked down at the young man at his feet and sneered:
"You are looking for these things to scare me? I will kill them all and then kill you!"
The scarred man raised his long knife and swept towards the hundreds of figures.
The young man raised his head with difficulty, and then was stunned. He saw...
The scarred man rushed in front of those hundreds of figures and slashed at those figures with his knife. But as soon as he touched them, the scarred man froze suddenly, then his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground!
The few people who followed behind and watched the show in secret suddenly felt chills all over!
"Neither life nor death, constant cause and effect, no reincarnation..."
The hundred resentful spirits seemed not to be affected at all, and continued to move forward slowly, stepping over the scarred man's body as if they were walking on flat ground.
Hundreds of ghosts are asking for their lives, don’t disturb others...
Biquge
