Looking at Tian Ming who refused to admit defeat, the woman's eyes did not show any fluctuation, and she continued to state calmly and coldly:
"The Six Souls Terror Curse is the biggest nemesis of the Mohist martial arts, and it is also the Mohist's only weakness when facing the Yin Yang Family."
"The only way to break the curse is to practice the Mohist mental method to the tenth level, the highest level, and reach the state of universal love."
"However... this is just an imaginary realm that no one has ever reached. Even Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mohist family, may not have reached this level."
"This is especially true for the latecomers, including Yan Dan and the Six-fingered Black Man."
"ah!!!"
At this time, Tianming let out a howl that was mixed with pain and pleasure at the same time, and forcibly pulled out the black eyebrow.
The remaining energy that could not be restrained in time led Tianming to stagger back several steps, and then he fell into a state of weakness again, and his body collapsed.
Fortunately, in the end, Tianming used his eyebrows to support him in time. He only half-knelt on the ground and gasped for air, without collapsing to the ground.
However, his condition was also visibly bad. His forehead was covered in sweat, and the purple lines on his neck and bloody lines on his arms began to expand rapidly.
This scene made the woman look surprised again, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a hint of admiration:
"I understand somewhat why you were chosen as the new Mohist giant."
"Under such circumstances, you can still use force to pull out the black eyebrows...you are amazing."
The pain caused by the Six Souls Horror Curse burning the meridians is unbearable even for adults with a strong will.
This is not a pain that can be endured by gritting one's teeth, but an extreme torture that goes deep into the bone marrow, and the pain alone is enough to destroy a person's will.
What's more, Tianming's situation is far more complicated than a simple attack of the Six Souls Horror Curse.
To be honest, it's surprising that he didn't pass out directly.
Under such circumstances, he was able to forcibly move his energy and qi... It is no exaggeration to say that he is amazing.
"Ha!" Tian Ming forced a smile and tried his best to pretend to be relaxed and replied, "Of course, I am... but a giant of the Mohist family!"
"The Mohist giant...ha!" The woman repeated the title in a complicated tone. She couldn't tell whether she was more contemptuous or admired.
"The great men of the Mohist family are indeed very similar."
"Six-fingered Black Man is like this, Yan Dan is like this, and you are like this too."
"Similarly, you are all destined to die under the Six Souls Horror Curse... Maybe this is the fate of the Mohist giant."
"Stop talking nonsense! I will knock you down and avenge the six-fingered boss!" Tianming gritted his teeth, stood up tremblingly, waved his black eyebrows, and once again forced his true energy, and the ink-colored sword energy immediately lingered on the sword body.
Looking at Tian Ming who was struggling to stand, the woman smiled and said, "Kill me... is it just you who looks like this?"
"You are indeed extraordinary. You contain many secrets that most people can't even imagine."
"Being able to forcibly perform exercises against the Six Souls Fear Curse proves that your Mohist mental skills are at least the seventh level of cultivation."
"At the same time, you also have the Sleeping Curse Seal, one of the Eight Yang Vein Curses, which is a taboo seal along with the Six Souls Terror Curse. It should have been cast by the Moon God."
"This curse and the Eight Yin Meridian Curses are in direct and negative opposition, and the meridians and meridians move in opposite directions - the Six Souls Horror Curse accelerates the attack. It is precisely because of this that you can still move your energy and energy."
Of course, the two major spells collided with each other, and the pain and torture suffered by Tianming also doubled.
Hearing this, a look of thought flashed in Tianming's eyes.
The sleeping curse seal... I should say that strange mark on the back of my neck, right?
It's actually related to that bad woman Moon Goddess... When did she cast the curse?
And this strange woman, who is she and how does she know so much, and...
The woman ignored Tianming's thoughts and continued, "Besides... you should have a close relationship with Gai Nie, the successor of Guigu Zongjian, right?"
"In addition to the inner strength of the Mo family, there is also a vertical and horizontal energy in your body, which originates from... the Guigu Breathing Technique."
Of course, in addition to Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang also knew the Gui Valley Breathing Technique, but the woman directly excluded the latter - the fact that Wei Zhuang taught a child the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique was outrageous, and she could not imagine the scene.
What made her even more convinced that the relationship between Gai Nie and Tian Ming was unusual was that the Zongheng Qi in Tian Ming's body was very pure.
Although the body size is far inferior to the lifelong Mohist internal energy that Yan Dan passed down to him, the level of purity is even better.
In the cultivation of internal strength, quality and quantity have always gone hand in hand. Even if there is a deviation, there is a limit, and Tianming's practice has obviously exceeded the limit.
There is only one possibility for this strange performance - a master personally took action many times to help him move his energy and energy and cultivate his inner strength.
This is a kind of water grinding work that needs to be repeated many times. The process is slow and consumes a lot of money.
Generally speaking, fathers may not be willing to expend such effort on their sons.
At the same time, not everyone can perform this kind of operation. Only the top masters have this ability. With multiple combinations, there is no doubt that the only possibility is that Gai Nie personally helps Tianming.
"The Mohist family, the Yin-Yang family, the Strategist family... but at such a young age, they have such rich and wonderful experiences, which makes their future generations formidable."
"You don't need to emphasize how powerful this... giant is!"
It seemed that the Sleeping Curse Seal began to gradually become active under the stimulation of the Six Souls Terror Curse. Tianming felt the burning sensation on the back of his neck gradually intensify. At the same time, his physical condition also improved and he gained some strength to speak.
"You just need to know that the next person to defeat you is the contemporary giant of the Mohist family, the only descendant of the Sword Master Gai Nie, and the young hero Tianming is fine!"
The woman looked at Tianming, who was full of confidence and would never admit defeat, and suddenly smiled and asked, "Do you want to live?"
"What do you mean by this?" Tianming frowned and asked in confusion, "Do you want to beg for mercy at this time?"
The woman responded, "Come on, knock me down, and I will save you, you giant of the Mo family."
"What, you can save me? Didn't you say that you will definitely die?" Tianming said in surprise.
"Sure enough, I'm still afraid of death." The woman just smiled at this.
Tianming raised his dark eyebrows and snorted back, "I'm not afraid of death! I just... can't die yet. There are still people who need me to save!"
"In that case, then use all your strength to defeat me!"
"Of course I will knock you down!" Tian Ming replied firmly at first, and then gave up, "But after I knock you down, you'd better save me quickly."
The woman no longer spoke, but responded to Tianming with actions - she raised her hands lightly, and the faint blue energy danced at her fingertips, outlining arcs, and finally gathered in front of her and condensed into a ball.
Immediately afterwards, the woman's hands changed continuously, forming a series of hand seals, and strong fluctuations of true energy rose up, flowing and blending around her, and finally unfolded with a bang a pair of huge blue phantom wings that resembled three-legged golden crow wings, truly
The air surged and boiled, forming pieces of feathers, like blazing flames, lifelike.
For a moment, the other party looked like a divine bird, the Golden Crow, in human form.
Seeing this scene, Tian Ming was not frightened at all. He looked serious, concentrated and calm, and tried his best to mobilize the zhenqi in his body. The black eyebrow sword was placed in front of him, and the index finger and middle finger of the other hand were pressed together, and he grazed the sword from the body.
Pass.
If there are people present who have witnessed the Zongheng battle in Guancheng, they may secretly exclaim, as if they have seen the Sword Master Ganie again.
