Dongfang Yunfei told Yuwen Zhouyuan all the advantages and disadvantages of the curse she knew in a few words. In the end, his tone was slightly softer, and he was quite afraid of the token during the conversation.
Zhao Wanchao was really afraid that Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know the token. If he really didn't know it, no matter what he said, the other party would probably be dubious. If he really didn't believe it and killed him, it would be self-defeating.
Now that the little girl has introduced the token, Zhao Wanchao doesn't believe it. Someone knows the evil of the curse and can kill people.
Zhao Wan breathed a sigh of relief towards him and said: "Fellow Taoist, what do you think of my proposal? Don't insist on having your own way. If you really kill me, you will be cursed by the Hundred Days Curse Order, and you will definitely be in constant trouble. This woman beside you
, will definitely be implicated, why bother? Right?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't even look at Zhao Wanchao. He turned to stare at Dongfang Yunfei and said word by word: "Are you sure that if you can survive a hundred days, you can obtain the other party's full body cultivation?"
Dongfang Yunfei took a deep breath and nodded.
Zhao Wanchao's heart trembled, and he secretly thought something was wrong. Just when he was about to retreat, a cold light flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he performed the third level of the "Heartbeat without Trace" sad technique, and uttered one word: "Heart and soul are hurt! Die!"
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Zhao Wanchao groaned miserably, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, his eyes and ears were gushing blood, his eyes were blurred, his heart and soul were shattered, he fell to the ground and died. At the moment of his death, the token in his hand shattered silently, and a black light appeared.
Suddenly it flew out, forming a huge "sha" character in mid-air!
The character "Sha" is dark in color, as if it had just been fished out of an ink pool. It hangs high in the air above Yuwen Zhouyuan's head, making it extremely dazzling.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked up at the big word "Sha" in the air. His handsome face was expressionless. The giant beast sitting behind him threw out its branches, tied Zhao Wanchao's body and pulled it to the back. At the same time, he raised his hand to take it out.
Got Zhao Wanchao’s golden elixir.
After everything was done, Yuwen Zhouyuan patted the shaft of the chariot and ordered Deqi Tamarin to pull the chariot and fly backwards. In the blink of an eye, he was back at the helm of Qipanling Fengling Sect.
Tie Zonglei and Tie Zongting stared blankly at the huge black word "Sha". A trace of greed rose from the bottom of their hearts, but soon this greed disappeared. The two stood respectfully in Qipan.
On the ridge, it was as frightening as cicadas.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced coldly and said flatly: "The chief helmsman of Fengling Sect, is there any late-stage true master monk?"
Tie Zonglei quickly said: "No, let alone the Wind Spirit Sect, there is not even a late-stage true master within a hundred thousand miles of Fenghuo Liancheng. How could those seniors care about this place? They are usually in the Valley of Sin."
Infested."
Yuwen Zhouyuan stared at Tie Zonglei's eyes, until he saw Tie Zonglei's hair trembling in his heart and his legs, and then he asked again: "What kind of cultivation is the headmaster of Fengling Sect?"
Tie Zongting hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Senior, the leader of Fengling Sect is in the middle stage of True Master cultivation, but he has already reached the peak. It is said that he can break through to the later stage at any time."
Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered in his heart, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "You two, lead the way to the chief helm of Fengling Sect."
How dare Tie Zonglei and Tie Zongting refuse, so they quickly respectfully said yes and stood up to lead the way.
During the flight, the two of them occasionally glanced at the huge black "sha" character in the air above Yuwen Zhouyuan's head, praying silently in their hearts that it would be best to attract more people and kill this guy.
Along the way, wherever Yuwen Zhouyuan passed, there were bursts of wind and thunder. Below, the monks raised their heads in surprise, but each one of them involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.
The most eye-catching ones are Yuwen Zhouyuan's windy chariot and the three-headed three-headed Deqi Tamarin in the middle stage of the real life pulling the chariot. There is also the dark word "Sha" on his head, and again, there are ten rays behind him.
The corpses of two early-stage True Masters and eight corpses of True-stage monks were spread across the air like meteors.
In the eyes of everyone who saw this scene, they could not help but think that those ten corpses might have been intended to kill the people cursed by the Hundred Days Curse Order, but they were killed instead.
This person must have tied the corpses together for a strong warning purpose. For a moment, everyone who saw it was frightened. They quickly took out the jade slips to transmit the message and immediately passed the news to their friends and fellow disciples.
The Hundred Days Curse Order reappeared in Sinful Canyon. This news was immediately spread through various channels in all directions. As soon as the curse appeared, it meant that whoever could kill this person would get at least the whole body of a real late-stage monk.
Cultivation.
This kind of thing, whether it is the real person stage or the real master stage, can be said to be a huge temptation, especially in the later stage. Once successful, it will be easy to improve to a higher level.
It is not impossible for even those monks in the middle stage of True Master to enter the later stage with this.
In particular, it is difficult to guess what kind of cultivation level is used to sacrifice the opening token. If it is the cultivation level of the true master in the early stage, then this matter will definitely cause a wider range of fluctuations.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was sitting in the car, flying while checking his body. At the original location of the golden elixir in his dantian, there was a miniature silver baby sitting cross-legged. There were originally eight sun elixirs, but now only four were left.
, these four Sun Pills were rotating around the baby in four-phase directions, constantly emitting bursts of spiritual power. At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that his whole body was full of inexhaustible strength.
According to Yuwen Zhouyuan's calculations, the true master's cultivation level was more than a hundred times higher than that of a real person. He looked in the direction of the Sinful Canyon, and his eyes seemed to have penetrated Muyang Realm, Dongzhou Divine Domain, and cast directly into Dongyang Kingdom.
There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said silently in his heart: "Ancestor Blood Soul, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, have now been promoted to the sub-master and true infant realm. When I am truly promoted to the true master, that will be the time when I come back! You are a thousand
If you must not die prematurely, I will let everyone related to you in Dongyang Kingdom be buried with you."
Tie Zonglei glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly. His expression and smile made him tremble involuntarily, his heart beat several times, and he cursed in his heart: "Why hasn't anyone come to kill this person yet?"
, with such a big word 'sha' on his head, please come and kill him, otherwise if we really take him to the helm, even if we are not killed by him, our souls will be exterminated by the master."
Tie Zonglei was praying when a man suddenly walked out of the mist in the distance. This man was so arrogant. As he moved around, the mist rolled away. His white hair, white eyebrows, white clothes, and silver spear were all covered in a silvery white light.
When Tie Zonglei and Tie Zongting saw this person, their expressions immediately changed, but then, joy flashed across their eyes.
"Jie Jie, the hundred-day curse on evil spirits, good, good!" The fat man in white had a green light in his eyes, staring at the huge "sha" character in the air above Yuwen Zhouyuan's head, and laughed and praised.
"Junior, I will give you half a stick of incense time. You can deal with the funeral affairs. Don't try to resist. With your cultivation level in the late stage of a true master, it is not suitable for the early stage of a true master. No matter what. What a strange cultivation level, my white-shirted magic gun cannot
Keep it in your eyes." After the man finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, showing his disdain for the world.
Dongfang Yunfei and Yuwen Xiangwan couldn't help laughing in the car. They looked at the arrogant monk in white and then at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and the smiles on their lips became even thicker.
Tie Zonglei was a little excited in his heart. He thought that this was a master. He was worthy of being the true master of casual cultivation, Yu Chibai, who was even treated with courtesy by the master. I heard that his cultivation level was equivalent to that of the master, and he had already reached the peak of the middle stage of the true master.
, you can enter the later stage at any time, and its cultivation level is a bit stronger than that of the Great Enshrinement.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned and sneered: "Hahahaha, I think you are really looking for death, and you have already dressed yourself in mourning clothes!"
Yuchi Bai was startled, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with his small green eyes, and sneered: "I don't know how high the sky is, so let me give you a ride. You should take a good look at what it means to be at the peak of the middle stage of a true master..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Wen Zhouyuan pointed the white-shirted magic gun Yu Chi Bai with his right hand, and said in a cold voice: "My heart and soul are hurt, just die!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, a spiritual talisman suddenly flew out of Yuchi Bai's chest. The talisman spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into a cloud of smoke, dissipating between the sky and the earth.
"Huh? Interesting!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said to himself with a strange look on his face.
Yuchi Bai's eyes showed fear and he said in a trembling voice: "Curse the Great Dharma!!"
Cold sweat dripped down Yuchi Bai's face. This talisman was the only relic left by his master long ago when he was dying. It was said that it could withstand a full-force attack from a later cultivator of the True Master.
Over the years, Yuchi Bai has been on the outskirts of the Sinful Canyon. When he meets the late-stage monks who are true masters, he hides them and does not dare to provoke them. If he encounters those whose cultivation is not as good as his own, he will search for them no matter what, and gradually builds up some prestige.
But now, Yuchi Bai's head immediately sobered up, and he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's cold gaze again with fear, fearing that the other party would be quick to speak and say "die to me!"
Yuchi Bai's feet went weak, and he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling loudly: "Senior, please forgive me, senior, please forgive me, junior Yuchi Bai knows his mistake, please don't blame senior..."
Tie Zonglei stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He was extremely frightened in his heart. He glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan with fear. He no longer dared to have those thoughts in his heart. Tie Zongting, who was standing next to him, also hurriedly
He lowered his head to hide the horror in his eyes.
When Yu Chibai saw that Yu Wen Zhouyuan's expression was still cold, he immediately trembled in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, this junior is willing to accept you as my master. From now on, I will obey my master's orders. Master, please accept me."
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After saying that, Yuchi Bai quickly looked at Dongfang Yunfei and Yuwen Xiangwan, and begged in his voice: "You two are the master's wife at first sight. Two masters, please persuade the master to accept me."
Dongfang Yunfei and Yuwen Xiangwan, two girls, were called and their pretty faces turned slightly red. They glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly and found that his expression was indifferent at this time, without any change. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
After looking at each other, the two lowered their heads and said nothing.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan stared at Yu Chi Bai with cold eyes, the third level of heartbreak technique of "Heartbeat Without Trace" kept rolling in his chest, and there was a faint murderous intention in his eyes.
Yuchi Bai has been eagerly observing Yuwen Zhouyuan's reaction. It's not good to cry secretly at this time. He knows that since the opponent can actively defend himself and ignite his own talisman, he must have an attack that is not weaker than the late stage of the true master. In addition, with that weird
"The Great Method of Cursing Death" made him even more frightened. He thought that even if he escaped, he would inevitably die.