Using the secret technique, Chen Hai calculated for a while, and soon, what he wanted to know came to fruition.
"That Luo Batian was actually cursed to death by me, and he is just gone?"
His face looked a little complicated, and he let out a long sigh.
He used the seven-day curse to curse Luo Batian several times. He actually didn't know how much damage this technique could cause to Luo Batian.
When calculating things, Tianji Technique can only give an approximate calculation, but cannot calculate specific things.
At that time, the most he could do was confirm that Luo Batian was still alive and well and had not been cursed to death by him.
But now, he acted haphazardly and used the Hongming knife instead of the golden needle to pierce the seven orifices of the skinned man.
It seems that he made a mistake by mistake. His method actually amplified the power of this technique many times out of thin air.
When he thought that Luo Batian was gone, Chen Hai felt a little empty in his heart.
Living in the cave, when he was practicing hard behind closed doors, when he was tired, bored, depressed, or happy, he liked to take out the straw man and curse Luo Batian.
At his level of strength, it is rare to find a form of entertainment that interests him.
Now that Luo Batian is dead, Chen Hai doesn't know where to find some fun to adjust his depressed mood during his free time practicing behind closed doors.
Within the entire Western Man Mountains, the Yaowang Valley has been closed for hundreds of years, and the Tianji Holy Sect has retreated without a trace.
It can be said that due to Chen Hai's efforts, this area has become peaceful, stable, and harmonious.
Except for Luo Batian, who allowed him to play with spells without any problems, he could hardly find any enemies.
At this moment, he knew that using Hong Ming Dao instead of golden needles to pierce the Scarecrow's seven orifices would greatly increase the power of the Seven-Day Curse, but he could no longer find a place to use it.
"Forget it, what are you thinking about?"
"It's rare to find some peace and quiet, just so you can practice hard in seclusion with peace of mind."
"This time, unless I make a big breakthrough and step into the realm of earthly immortals, I will never leave."
Chen Hai sighed and said to himself.
After standing up, he only moved a little bit, then sat down cross-legged again and truly entered into practice.
…
Time continues to pass in peace.
On this day, a ray of light flew from a distance. When it flew towards the area where the Black Narcissus Mountain and the Bloodthirsty Sect Gate were located, its speed obviously began to slow down.
After a few breaths, this escaping light turned into an old man in a yellow shirt with white eyebrows, standing tall in the sky out of thin air.
"According to the information I have inquired about, the location of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate should be here."
"What's going on with this Black Narcissus Mountain?"
"Such a giant peak reaching the sky is allowed to stand outside the mountain gate. Even if they are not strong enough and cannot move mountains and seas, don't they know how to change it and use the sect's formation to cover this fairy mountain within the mountain gate?"
With a hint of doubt clearly on his face, the old man in yellow shirt frowned and muttered.
After staring at the Black Narcissus Mountain for a while, he finally withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate.
The bloodthirsty sect's gate station is covered by the sect's formation, and ordinary people can't detect its traces at all.
To be able to stand in the sky out of thin air, the old man in yellow shirt is definitely not an ordinary person. His gaze is profound, like the boundless starry sky, and the sect-protecting formation can barely be regarded as magical and boundless. In his eyes, it is like nothing.
His line of sight seemed to be able to penetrate directly through this formation, taking in all the scenes inside the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate.
"I am Yang Dingtian, the bloodthirsty sect leader, and the former 72nd sect leader."
"Who is in charge of the Bloodthirsty Sect here? Someone can speak!"
…
After a slight hesitation, the old man in yellow shirt did not fall directly.
He still stood tall in the sky, condescendingly scanning the location of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate below.
His shout may not sound loud at first glance, but its penetrating power is extremely terrifying. Even if it is heard over a distance of dozens of miles, there is still no sign of any attenuation in his voice.
After just letting out a soft drink, he didn't make any further moves. He just stood proudly in the void with his hands behind his back.
While waiting quietly, before the tea time was up, a streak of blood shot out from the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate.
In the void more than ten meters away from the yellow-shirted old man Yang Dingtian, the blood twisted for a while, and then Ouyang Ming's body quickly appeared from within.
“Sect Master Yang, it’s really Sect Master Yang!”
"Back then, we were forced by the Tianhuang Demon Sect and were torn apart. We had to travel far away. I originally thought that there would be no chance of reuniting with you."
"I didn't expect that after so many years, Sect Master Yang, you are still fine!"
"With you in charge of the sect, our Bloodthirsty Sect has hope of truly rising..."
He looked up and down at the old man in yellow shirt. After confirming his identity, Ouyang Ming looked excited. He was so happy that even when he spoke, he seemed to choke.
Within the current Bloodthirsty Sect, Ouyang Ming is not only the strongest, he is also the oldest.
The group of people who were forced out of the Qianshan realm and came to the backwaters of the Ximan Mountain realm to reestablish their roots and start over again are already very few left.
The Ouyang Ming in front of him was undoubtedly one of them.
"Is it really Yang Dingtian, the Yang Sect Master?"
"I haven't seen you for so many years, how are you?"
"It is a great joy for you to return to our Bloodthirsty Sect. Starting from today, the sect will hold a grand banquet for all parties!"
…
Following closely behind Ouyang Ming, Zhao Wushengui Wuya and others also shot out from the mountain gate at the same time.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
After establishing a foothold in the Western Man Mountain Realm, the new disciples recruited by the Bloodthirsty Sect may not know who Yang Dingtian is?
However, Zhao Wushen, Gui Wuya and others are definitely not among this group.
Although it is said that when they left the Qianshan Mountain Realm and moved to the Ximan Mountain Realm, Zhao Wushengui Wuya and the others were still rookies in the world of cultivation, a typical young man.
However, the majestic image of Yang Dingtian, the sect leader, has already been deeply imprinted in their hearts.
The reason why they arrived outside the mountain gate a little later than Ouyang Ming was not because they were not excited or excited, but simply because they were not as strong as Ouyang Ming and not as fast as him.
After confirming Yang Dingtian's identity, Ouyang Ming only spoke with difficulty, while Zhao Wushen burst into tears and cried with joy, just short of bursting into tears.
"Ouyang Ming? I remember that at that time, you were already the deacon of the inner sect!"
"I still have some impression of these guys. It seemed like you were all inner disciples at that time."
"Especially you, Gui Wuya, when the list of your inner disciples was handed over to me, I deliberately took a few more glances at your name!"
…
With a spring-like smile on his face, Yang Dingtian looked at Ouyang Ming and the others a few times, and then responded with a smile.
I have to say, his memory is really amazing.
After so many years, among the five or six people in Ouyang Minggui Wuya's group, there was only one person whose name Yang Dingtian could not name.
"That's right, when you became the sect leader, I was already the deacon of the inner sect."
"I didn't expect that after so many years, you could still call me by my name at a glance."
"It's not convenient to talk here. Sect Leader Yang, I'll lead the way. Let's go to the sect and talk more!"
In the midst of tears, Ouyang Ming bowed respectfully to Yang Dingtian. He waved his hand in a gesture of invitation and greeted.
Gui Wuya, Zhao Wushen and others also looked excited.
At that time, they were insignificant people in the Bloodthirsty Sect.
But even so, Yang Dingtian, who was the leader of the sect at that time, could still call them by their names after so many years. They were extremely happy about this, and felt that this was their supreme honor.
"This time, I came to the border of the Western Man Mountains and came to the Bloodthirsty Sect's headquarters. I do have something that I want to ask your opinion and discuss with you."
"Let's go, go inside the mountain gate first, and we will continue to talk in detail later!"
Smiling and nodding, Yang Dingtian walked towards the entrance of the mountain gate surrounded by Ouyang Minggui Wuya and others.