There are various requirements for spell casting media, many of which are expensive, and some media are even difficult to find, making spells not only difficult to practice but also difficult to cast.
It is difficult to deal with the enemy head-on with spells. You can only control them behind the scenes, and it is difficult to show them openly in front of others.
Spells have flaws that are difficult to remedy.
But the curse has the longest casting distance. As long as there is enough casting medium, it is not surprising that people from the Han Dynasty could be cursed and killed thousands of miles away in the Holy Land of Yiji River.
And the spell is also the easiest way to use low to defeat high.
In the world of magic, if you don't have the ability to cast spells across multiple levels, you won't be able to say that you are a qualified magician.
Suddenly, Wuchao's scalp became numb due to Hongku's high and low spells.
How Wu Ti died was obviously how he died too.
Not only was he unable to counterattack when the opponent was casting a spell, he was also unable to escape.
"I'm going to kill Hong Ku!"
Wu Chao wielded the meat chopper used to cut meat for three meals, and his thin arms swung the knife less than a foot long in a series of slashes.
If he wanted to counterattack, he could only rely on his own physical fighting ability to have any chance of defeating Hongku.
But after practicing spells for so many years, Wu Chao's originally strong body has become thin and thin.
Having given up his physical advantage, it was not easy for him to pick it up now.
The difficulty of assassinating Hongku was even higher. Without Hongku's guidance, he could not even enter Hongku's courtyard.
He couldn't borrow it from others.
In the Yizhe River Holy Land, apart from the venerable masters, masters, and apprentices, there are only some internal staff living in the holy land, and few outsiders can enter the holy land.
If he wanted to take action, Wuchao could obviously only rely on himself.
"Senior brother, don't get excited!"
Zhang Xuezhou held down Wuchao, who was a little crazy, and then removed the knife from the opponent's hand.
"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the inheritance jade that Teacher Hongku gave you?"
Zhang Xuezhou silently threw his inheritance jade away, and then looked at the inheritance jade in Wu Chao's hand.
After being instilled with blood, this jade has shown a white and rosy color, and looks extremely warm.
But Wuchao's abnormality also occurred during the moment of bloodletting and warming the inheritance jade.
Apart from thinking that there was something wrong with the inheritance jade, Zhang Xuezhou could not think of any other reason.
"Is it the inheritance jade that is cursing you?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"No……"
Being suppressed by Zhang Xuezhou and unable to move, the hair on Wu Chao's head moved quickly, and each hair strand took on the attack shape of a tiny snake.
But as the light of Zhang Xuezhou's magic shone on him, Wu Chao felt that many negative emotions in his heart quickly subsided, and he suddenly became clear-headed.
"...It's that room. He took the mark I left on the Heart Demon Oath. He must have cast some vicious spell on me," Wuchao said in a deep voice.
"Teacher Hongku didn't need to cast a curse behind the scenes to kill you, right?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully: "What was the reason why he killed you?"
"He must not be willing to teach me the "Star Fixing Technique"!" Wu Chao said.
"What about Wu Ti? Has Wu Ti also been exposed to the "Star Fixing Technique"?"
"Wutiao?"
Zhang Xuezhou's reminder made Wu Chao sober up a lot.
With Wu Ti's talent, it was impossible for the opponent to discover Hong Ku's true magic trump card.
Moreover, Wu Ti only practiced one scorpion control technique and did not involve other spells.
This made Wuchao immediately eliminate this reason.
But you need at least a reason to kill.
Wuchao didn't believe that Hongku was just trying to maintain his image as a lone evil star, and instead continued to kill students for so many years.
It's just that Wuchao couldn't figure out what other reasons caused Hongku to cast spells to harm people.
Besides him, Wu Ti, there were other senior brothers who died three years ago, another six years ago, nine years ago...
Many senior brothers died one after another. These deaths were not fake, but real loss of life.
If nothing unexpected happens, Wuchao will be next.
According to the rules of past cases, this time may be three years later.
Unlike those senior brothers who died in the past, Wuchao was aware of it the moment Hongku cast the spell.
This allows Wuchao to take some precautions, and even know the source of the target that caused death, and then eliminate the spell caster first.
"Junior brother, we must join forces!"
After thinking for a few seconds, Wuchao raised his head and looked at his only friend, who was probably the only help he could seek.
"If he wants to eradicate me, he won't be able to let you go," Wu Chao said.
"I won't practice his spells," Zhang Xuezhou said, "I will strictly abide by the rules you mentioned. When it comes to blood essence, birth date, and hair, I won't give him a chance to do anything!"
"Don't be like this," Wuchao whispered, "As long as he wants, he can definitely..."
"My adoptive father is recovering from his injuries. When he recovers, I will definitely be picked up. I can't afford to offend Master Hongku, but I can afford to hide!"
Zhang Xuezhou cannot afford to offend Hong Kong.
This is a person who is almost on the same level as the Golden Toad Dharma King. He, a young monk in the Pulse Realm, cannot fight back and kill him.
Hongku didn't need to cast any spells on him, so he casually rewarded him with a regular spell, and Zhang Xuezhou would rush to the street.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could afford to hide since he couldn't afford to offend Hong Kong.
As long as he avoids Hongku and casts the spell, he should live a long life.
When he returns to the Holy Land of Xieluochuan or the territory of the Han Dynasty in the future, he will be far away from the Holy Land of Yijihe River and there is no way he will die.
"You must help me, otherwise I will die," Wu Chao said.
"But I can't help you," Zhang Xuezhou sighed: "I am just a young monk who has just started to practice. I have only been practicing for half a year!"
"You can practice. You still have at least three years to practice and grow," Wuchao said, "And you don't need to practice spells. As long as you practice "Yunzhongshu" to a certain level, you will have the ability to sneak up on Hong Ku.
possible!"
"This is too dangerous. I can't do it."
Zhang Xuezhou's head shook like a rattle.
Wuchao's plan is simply to let a sparrow attack an adult.
This metaphor is a bit cruel, but the gap between him and Hong Ku is so huge.
It's hard to say how effective a sneak attack would be, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that the chance of being killed if he failed in the assassination was 99%.
He repeatedly rejected Wuchao, feeling that there was nothing he could do about Wuchao.
"Wujin, you should know that you have a rough sleep at night!"
Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou did not agree to join the gang, Wu Chao gave a brief reminder.
"What's the meaning?"
"You should know that some people stay asleep forever!"
When Zhang Xuezhou frowned and asked, Wuchao also responded with a gloomy face.
He and Zhang Xuezhou were indeed good friends, but their friendship in a short period of time was not good enough to risk their lives.
The assassination of Hong Ku involved an inevitable life and death struggle, and it was only human nature for Zhang Xuezhou not to participate.
Moreover, this is an act of killing a master, which is not only treasonous, but also violates the rules of the Holy Land.
But Wuchao wants to live.
He will not let anyone live if he is not allowed to live.
Even when evil thoughts cross his mind, he is likely to attack those who refuse to save him, and when the time comes, he will take Zhang Xuezhou with him.
"Senior brother, please be sure to bring your little brother with you when you act!"
Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts turned around and his head suddenly became clear.
Hongku can kill him, and Wuchao can obviously kill him too.
If Wuchao couldn't figure out the evil thoughts in the middle of the night, he might kill Zhang Xuezhou with a knife.
Zhang Xuezhou hoped that Dharma King Jinchan could repair his body as soon as possible and then take him away for temporary refuge. He would wait until Hongku and Wuchao fell in love and killed each other before returning to the Holy Land.
He had a little idea in his mind and saw Wuchao pulling out a hair from his head.
"Since junior brother is willing to follow senior brother to do great things, just swallow this hair!"
Wu Chao spoke. He looked into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes and apparently read a hint of other possibilities in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, which made him immediately start to plug the omissions.
"As long as you take this hair, we will be a family!"