About half an hour after Canaan and Gasha entered the depths of the attic, they came out one after another. Among them, Gasha was sobbing, as if she had encountered something extremely sad.
As for Canaan, he was even more taciturn and his face was pale.
Li Lao and Jialian followed behind, sighing and feeling extremely helpless.
"What's wrong? How is Mr. Song doing?"
Seeing the expressions of the four people, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Zhuo, I'm afraid Song Lao will die. I know you are very powerful, and you are also an arcanist. Maybe you can save Song Lao."
Suddenly, Jia Sha quickly walked up to Zhuo Wen, took Zhuo Wen's hands, and said with a pear blossom.
However, Yan Lao shook his head and said: "Gasha, it's too late. Song Lao's curse has penetrated deep into his soul. He is already at the end of his strength. Even if this little brother has powerful means, it is unlikely that he can remove the curse from Song Lao."
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"No, others may not be able to get rid of it, but Brother Zhuo may be able to do it." Jia Sha shook her head and said firmly.
"This..." Yan Lao looked at the stubborn Jiasha helplessly, and could only nod his head and said: "Young Master Zhuo, if you want to give it a try, please come with me!"
With that said, Yan Lao led the way. In his opinion, the curse had penetrated deeply into the soul. Even the supreme saint at the level of Immortal Saint might not be able to save him, let alone Zhuo Wen.
This is a simple and generous room with simple furnishings. On the bed in the back, there is an old man lying on his back.
The old man's face was twitching and ferocious, his veins were bulging, his eyes were green, and he was struggling constantly.
However, the old man was bound with strong and terrifying black chains. Although he struggled hard, it was impossible to break free from the shackles of the chains.
Zhuo Wen came to the bedside, and the old man glared at him, with a pair of fangs spread out and salivating at Zhuo Wen.
Staring at the old man, Zhuo Wen stretched out the sword finger of his right hand and quickly touched the old man's eyebrows. The old man suddenly closed his eyes and fainted.
After the old man passed out, Zhuo Wen's thoughts were like threads, extending into the depths of the old man's sea of consciousness.
The old man's sea of consciousness was almost dry, and the river bed below was even exposed. A cloud of black air was suspended on the river bed of the sea of consciousness.
Zhuo Wen's thoughts rushed away, and he found that there was an old man wrapped in the black air. This old man was none other than Song Lao.
Song Lao was wrapped in black air, which poured into Song Lao's facial acupoints like an ocean that contained hundreds of rivers, blocking Song Lao's five senses.
"Brother Zhuo, what's going on with Mr. Song?" When Zhuo Wen retreated from consciousness, Jiasha and Canan asked quickly.
"The power of the curse has indeed entered Song Lao's soul, but I have a way to get rid of the curse, but it will take a few days."
The first half of Zhuowen's sentence disappointed Decanan and Jiasha, but the second half made the two brothers and sisters feel hopeful.
Yan Lao frowned slightly, but showed a hint of disbelief, but after all, Zhuo Wen's strength was formidable, so he didn't say anything.
"You guys wait outside the door first. I will be able to get rid of it completely in three days. Don't come in and disturb me during this period." Zhuo Wen said with a smile.
Canan and Jiasha naturally trusted Zhuo Wen very much, and left the room with Yan Lao without saying anything.
In the empty room, Zhuo Wen stared at Song Lao with twinkling eyes, squeezed his right hand, and a golden rune mark floated out of his palm.
"The Nine-turn Cracked Gold Pattern has the effect of purifying the soul. Perhaps this thing has the effect of exorcising the curse in Song Lao's soul."
With that said, Zhuo Wen pinched the sword fingers of his right hand, and the golden pattern condensed on his fingertips, and immediately touched the center of Yan Lao's eyebrows. The golden pattern followed his fingertips and entered Song Lao's sea of consciousness.
The moment the golden pattern entered the dry sea of consciousness, the black energy that enveloped Song Lao's soul actually emitted a sharp roaring sound, and immediately transformed into a huge black alien beast, staring at the golden pattern.
"Suppression!"
Zhuo Wen was not polite and commanded the golden pattern to attack the black beast.
Eee!
The black beast let out a long roar, stepped into the void, and flew directly towards the golden pattern. It could feel the terrifying power on the golden pattern.
Boom!
Unfortunately, the gap between the black beast and the golden pattern was too great. Once it collided, it was completely suppressed by the golden pattern, and the black energy surrounding Song Lao's soul gradually faded away.
The golden pattern suppressed the black alien beast and dragged it out of Song Lao's sea of consciousness. No matter how hard the black alien beast struggled, it could not break away from the golden pattern's suppression.
The golden pattern re-suspended on Zhuo Wen's palm. He stared at the suppressed black beast. He found that the beast was shaped like a tiger, with fur as hard as long needles and the two fangs above its mouth as sharp as swords.
Woohoo!
Seeing that it was unable to break free from the golden pattern, the alien beast quickly crawled to the ground, sobbing and begging Zhuo Wen for mercy.
"It's not simple that a ray of curse power actually has a survival instinct. I really don't know what level the demon saint is?"
Zhuo Wen looked at the alien beast lying on the ground begging for mercy in amazement. Finally, with a squeeze of his right hand, the black alien beast collapsed into countless black energy under the power of the golden pattern.
Zhuo Wen did not expect that the power of the Nine-turn Golden Crackling Pattern was so powerful, but the curse was removed in just a short time.
Seeing that Song Lao was still sleeping, Zhuo Wen knew that the former would not wake up for a while, so he was not in a hurry to go out.
"Senior Liao Si said that the Nine-turn Cracked Gold Pattern is a special rune engraved on the soul, and it complements and complements the "Immortal Divine Body"."
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he immediately placed the golden pattern suspended in his palm between his eyebrows.
In Zhuo Wen's sea of consciousness, a golden sea surged, extremely vigorous. On the surface of the golden sea, Zhuo Wen's soul sat cross-legged.
Not far from Zhuo Wen's soul, the little black dog was also pretending to sit cross-legged with a pair of dog paws pointing upward. It was actually a practitioner practicing. This was really unbelievable.
And above the Jinhai Sea, Chenghuang was lying lazily on the back of the turtle, with his legs crossed, looking extremely enjoying himself.
Zhuo Wen, who was sitting on the sea of consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly stood up and stared at the sky, where a golden pattern gradually fell.
"Xiao Hei, don't pretend to be dead for me, get up."
Zhuo Wen unceremoniously kicked the bumbling little black dog next to him, knocking the shit out of him.
"Wow! If you dare to kick me, I think you are tired of living. Do you know that just now, I have achieved the unity of heaven and man, oh no, it is the unity of heaven and dog, oh no, it is the unity of heaven and dragon.
Realm, you little brat, if you dare to disturb me, I will bite you to death."
Xiao Hei immediately jumped up, the hair on his back stood up, and bit Zhuo Wen's leg directly.
"You dead dog, let go..."
After a man and a dog quarreled for a while, they finally stopped. They raised their heads and noticed the slowly falling golden patterns.
"This golden pattern is the nine-turn cracked golden pattern I told you. The only way to practice this secret technique is to engrave it on the soul. It is very simple and very complicated."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, with a solemn look in his eyes.
"Are you planning to carve this golden pattern on your soul now?" Xiaohei and Chenghuang frowned at the same time.
"Well, I'm going to try it!" Zhuo Wen nodded.
Xiao Hei said coldly: "Boy, you have to think carefully. Any secret method related to the soul is extremely dangerous."
"The soul is your foundation. If the soul is damaged, then you are really doomed. Are you still trying?"
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "Try, of course I have to try. Senior Liao Si said that these nine-turn cracked gold patterns are inherited from the first mountain god, and they have complementary effects on the "Ten Thousand Immortal Divine Body"."
"I believe that as long as I practice these nine-turn cracking golden patterns, I will be able to break through the shackles, and maybe directly break through to the Dacheng Holy Body."
Seeing the tenacity in Zhuo Wen's eyes, Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang looked at each other, both feeling helpless.
"Xiao Hei, you know a lot more about soul matters than I do. It's up to you to draw this golden pattern on my body this time." Zhuo Wen said to Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei nodded and said: "I will try my best, but if anything goes wrong, you have to stop practicing this secret method immediately, do you understand?"
"I know this, I won't make fun of my life casually." Zhuo Wen said with a smile.
Whoosh!
Xiao Hei flew up to the sky, grabbed the golden pattern falling from the sky with his little paw, and then carefully examined the golden pattern on his palm.
"Boy, this golden pattern has five strokes. In other words, it needs to be drawn on your soul five times to form the trajectory of this golden pattern. Are you sure you can withstand the trauma of five times on your soul?" Xiao Hei sighed helplessly.
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"Come on!" Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice.
"Then be careful!"
Xiao Hei was not a sloppy person. He walked up to Zhuo Wen, placed his little paw on Zhuo Wen's chest, followed the path of the golden pattern, and lightly scratched it.
"ah!"
A horrifying pain spread from head to toe and spread all over the body, spreading throughout Zhuo Wen's body, and Zhuo Wen's soul couldn't help but let out a heart-rending scream.
Plop!
Outside, Zhuo Wen suddenly knelt on the ground, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he bit his lips to prevent himself from shouting, and grabbed two deep claw marks on the ground with his right hand.
"Zhuowen, are you okay? It's not easy to draw golden patterns. What you have to endure is the trauma caused to your soul. If you can't bear it, just give up. It doesn't matter if you don't practice this thing!" Xiao Hei was quite impressed.
Worryingly.
"It's okay, keep painting, and finish painting all the gold patterns!"
Zhuo Wen endured the pain, took out an iron rod, wrapped three layers of gauze on the surface of the iron rod, and then bit down on the iron rod.
"You stubborn boy!"
Looking at Zhuo Wen's appearance, Xiao Hei shook his head helplessly, but in accordance with Zhuo Wen's request, he continued to follow the trajectory of the golden pattern and continue to carve it on the chest of Zhuo Wen's soul.
A series of suppressed low sounds of pain kept coming from the room, but Na Songlao fell asleep.
As for Canaan outside the room, Gaza and others looked worried when they heard the painful groan.