"In that room, I gave up my hard work and swore the oath of inner demons!"
Zhang Xuezhou was told countless times not to hand over his blood, blood, hair, and date of birth, but Wu Chao did not expect that he would do all these things.
But he really couldn't stand the temptation.
Among the spells controlled by Hongku, the opponent did have spells involving the future.
As long as you learn this technique, disaster avoidance, pursuit and other arrangements will be easy.
"He is really willing to teach you this kind of technique?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.
"It's necessary. This is the rule of the Holy Land." Wuchao nodded and said: "The real master of this technique is probably the Taoist Lord. The teacher is just the middleman who teaches it. He has no choice but to not teach it!"
"So that's it!"
Hongku may have been able to teach this technique because of his extraordinary talent. As an inheritor, when the students meet the relevant conditions, Hongku must also teach this technique according to the rules of the Holy Land.
This is not a question of whether Hongku wants to teach it, but as long as Hongku is a member of the Holy Land, Hongku needs to obey the rules of the Holy Land.
Unless Hongku can overthrow the Holy Land, or if the Holy Land destroys the skills he has learned from his body, Hongku can be free to do things according to his own ideas.
Wuchao is no different.
He took the oath of inner demons in accordance with the rules of the Holy Land and obtained the inheritance of this technique.
If it hadn't been for Zhang Xuezhou's awakening, which made Wu Chao think about the matter, Wu Chao would have never revealed a single word to Zhang Xuezhou.
This technique is different from the Snake Head Curse. It is an invisible technique. As long as he doesn't say it, no one will know that he has this technique.
Wuchao cherished this only friend, and also cherished Hongku, the only remaining relationship between seniors and brothers.
"When I master this technique, our future safety will be greatly guaranteed," Wu Chao said.
Hong Ku was weak-hearted and even though he knew Wu Tiao was in danger, he did not protect her personally.
But they were different. If Wuchao had deduced the relevant risks, he and Zhang Xuezhou would have guarded them at all times and tried to survive the relevant risks without losing their lives.
The two looked at each other, then pushed the teaching to the end, and walked out of Hongku's compound step by step.
"well!"
Sitting in the room, watching Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou leave the door, Hong was silent for a while, and finally had to sigh.
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a sharp knife.
The sharp knife swung quickly, and the neck of a demon bird was quickly cut off.
Blood suddenly sprayed all over the high platform in front of Hong Ku.
"Who has been cursing me behind the scenes for so many years?"
Hong Ku casually threw the corpse of the demon bird in his hand at his feet. He muttered something, and a faint figure of the demon bird suddenly appeared in the air.
As Hong Ku chanted the spell, the demon bird penetrated the window like a stream of light, and then flew into the vast sky.
But Hongku's search is doomed to be in vain.
Over the years, he searched for the person behind the curse dozens of times, but each time he came up empty-handed.
This time is no exception.
The soul pulled by the demon bird wandered blankly in the sky for a moment, and then turned into specks of light and dissipated.
This forced Hong Ku's eyes to focus on a prop of the Demonic Oath and the Great Curse on the high platform.
Essence and blood, hair, birth date and horoscope.
These are the three elements for casting a spell, and are also necessary for a complete cast of spells.
Hongku hesitated for a few seconds before his lips began to murmur.
After a while, he bit his finger open, pushed his arm bit by bit, and squeezed out a drop of dark blood.
This drop of blood was darker in color than Wuchao's essence and blood. By the time Hongku finished reciting the incantation, he had firmly imprinted this drop of blood on top of Wuchao's essence and blood.
The two drops of essence and blood entangled each other, and seemed to have some kind of fusion.
Hongku took a wooden figure, quickly drew Wuchao's birthday and birth date, and tied his hair on the wooden figure.
After reciting some incantations, he carefully tied the wooden figure to the contract cloth where Wuchao swore the inner demon's oath.
"Twenty-two!"
After carefully casting the spell, Hongku returned to his previous expressionless appearance.
He cannot find the person who cast the spell behind the scenes, but he can guide the opponent's spell to someone close to him who is related to it. Not only can he use this human medium to fight against the person behind the scenes, but he can also make the opponent's spell cast in vain.
In this game of spells, the two sides are not only competing for their respective spell methods, but also competing for their respective spell-casting media to see who can continue to consume until the end.
The other party may need all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but Hongku only needs people.
Wife, children, master and apprentice...
As long as there is a substantial connection between many relationships, he can use them to do things and be used to stand in for disasters.
And he treated these students indifferently, kept a distance from them, and tried his best to remove himself from the relationship.
In the eyes of many people in the Holy Land, he just committed a fateful crime, and anyone who came close to him would be in bad luck, but no one would think that he was using the students he had connections with to ward off disasters and receive spells.
After all, this spell lasted too long.
He only accepts students once every three years, and he has already had twenty-one students dead.
Right now, we are preparing for the 22nd student to take the place of those affected by the disaster.
Needless to say, his family was involved in this.
Hongku stared at the high platform where the spell was cast.
The ability to glimpse the future is indeed his trump card, but it is not his only trump card.
What he really possesses, even a comprehensive one, is this life-saving death curse.
This is his unique spell, and it is also the life-saving spell that has protected him for so many years.
Without this technique, he would have been dead for decades, and he would not be alive until now.
"There are countless people in the world who know my details, and there are not many who can curse me to make it difficult to find my trace. Which one of you is the one who performs the spell?"
The cursed bird with the aura of death crow is difficult to find, but Hong Ku's eyes are set higher on the holy mountain.
In those unique places full of spiritual energy, there live the twelve sages of the Yiji River Holy Land.
But even the lowest-strength venerable has reached the threshold of the forty realm and entered the solipsistic realm.
And Hongku's strength is the ultimate level of magical power.
He can fight beyond a certain level, but when facing his peers, his advantage is very small.
He didn't even dare to come to ask for advice, lest the other party deliberately couldn't hold back and killed him reasonably.
"One day, one day..."
Hong murmured bitterly.
As a master of spells, he is very patient.
In this chase between prey and hunter, he will not always be on the defensive side.
If he knows who is behind the scenes, he can also launch a sneak attack, perhaps killing the opponent with one blow.
The outcome of a fair fight depends on your cultivation strength and the means of attack you have, but sneak attacks don't require that many.
As long as the arrangement is reasonable, it's not surprising that the low one beats the high one, especially for a spell master like him.
Hongku recited one name after another in a low voice, and his fingers stained with bird blood continued to write these names on a piece of cloth.
His eyes were filled with all kinds of hatred.
If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would definitely believe in the creed that he would rather kill by mistake than let go, and he would kill all twelve venerables in the Holy Land, directly cutting off all future troubles.
His expression was filled with hatred, mixed with regret, and filled with infinite anger, as if he wanted to melt the names of these venerables.
And under the window of his room, a hair raised its head, and then quickly crawled down, like dust on the window, it was difficult to attract any attention.