Enduring the tearing pain in his head, Zhang Wenfeng threw away the talisman he was holding in his left hand, pinched a Qingmu Wuyou Jue, put his right hand on the ground with his sword, and chanted: "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not the eternal Tao."
The lingering sound of the scriptures affects the way of heaven, and the power of thoughts is like water washing down from the head.
The golden light from the two ancient scrolls and scriptures in his sea of knowledge flowed out, emitting a gleaming brilliance, illuminating him clearly.
The "blood-cursed soul shadow" that threw itself into his body was nowhere to be seen. It screamed and fled in a hurry. Unfortunately, it was easy to get in and difficult to get out. As Zhang Wenfeng chanted verses word by word, invisible golden light was densely covered, shaping the entire body.
It has become a prison for the blood-cursed soul shadow.
In a short period of time, the blood-cursed soul shadow was riddled with holes by the ubiquitous golden light.
Zhang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing what Zhong Wenyong said was so troublesome, it seemed that it was just that, vulnerable.
Zhong Wenyong once said that the witch cultivator who casts the blood curse soul shadow needs at least the third level of cultivation. He must have great resentment and boiling pain in order to maximize the potential of his own soul. He can use secret spells to invite gods to the upper world and burn witchcraft power.
, the essence, blood and soul are sacrificed to form a soul shadow. Once the spell is cast, there will be no afterlife and this life, and it will completely die in the world.
This is a cruel way of fighting that will destroy both jade and stone.
Moreover, it is more difficult to invite gods. Even if you burn yourself completely, you may not be able to get the attention of the gods in the upper world.
The blood-cursed soul shadow successfully formed by the god can ignore most spells and magic weapon protection, is invisible and extremely fast, and only attacks the soul of the cursed person.
There are many ways to break it. Wearing the "Bagua Soul Protection Talisman" drawn by a Talisman Master can prevent the soul shadow of the blood curse from taking hold.
Of course, we also have to pay attention to the strength comparison between the soul talisman and the blood-cursed soul shadow, as well as the amount of power of the gods invited.
Secondly, you can't resist it and simply let it get on you, use your mind power to resist, delay time, and slowly compete with the blood-cursed soul shadow that has no intelligence to consume energy. After expelling the blood-cursed soul shadow from the body, you can use the exorcism talisman and spell bombardment.
When it comes to killing, the stronger one wins. Even if you win, the gains outweigh the losses and your vitality will inevitably be severely damaged.
Tu Kun once joked during a chat that the Xianling Temple was originally created by Xuan Mu to wash away his sins of killing, and the things left behind seemed shabby, with not many treasures and not even many classics.
Unintentionally, Tu Kun said that his bastard brother in the upper world was making money.
There was no way to draw the "Bagua Soul Talisman" at Xianling Temple. Zhang Wenfeng thought about using his merit points that he had never used once to exchange for some rare talisman-making methods with Daolu Academy after he returned.
His current level of talisman painting can barely be regarded as a third-level talisman master.
A good and easy-to-carry item like the Bagua Soul Talisman is a good thing to have on your body to be prepared for any trouble.
After reciting the first chapter of "Tao Jing", most of the blood-cursed soul shadow in the body was wiped out, and there were still a few places that were trembling, and it was no longer able to make waves.
The golden light of his ancient scroll of consciousness has a great restraint effect on evil spirits, ghosts, and external souls. It can also cleanse witchcraft, spells, etc. on his body, a fact that has been verified through countless cases.
This mindless blood-cursed soul ran into his body, seeking death.
His previous escape was a subconscious attempt to stay away from the danger of self-explosion, and he was frightened by Zhongshan God's previous warning.
Next time he encounters a similar situation, he can deal with it calmly.
The more you experience, the more knowledge you will gain.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned around, drew an arc in the air with the long sword in his hand, and pointed at the river more than a hundred feet away, ready to go.
Under the quiet moonlight, a hazy figure stands on the head of the slowly rising water. The figure is graceful, and the long hair like water plants is dragged in the water, exuding a dark blue luster.
The water moved silently, and the night insects for miles nearby quietly stopped chirping.
After Zhang Wenfeng saw the person clearly, he stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.
"Master...are you fighting with others?"
What appeared in the water was Yang Shuilan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She asked in surprise, her face gradually becoming clearer.
A pair of faint blue eyes shimmered slightly like gems. He glanced around and with the help of water veins and water vapor, he could clearly understand the scene within more than ten miles.
She stared at the messy battlefield hundreds of feet away, with broken jade bones of different sizes scattered everywhere.
The viewer used good skills to kill three third-level shaman cultivators in a single fight. Among them was a third-level witch warrior from the "Jade Tower Sect", and he was a powerful guy who had just become a jade bone. I don't know what method the viewer used to force the witch cultivator.
The warrior tragically self-destructed, and even though he was struck by a blood-cursed soul, he seemed to be fine. Apart from the rupture of his robe on his left shoulder, there were no other injuries.
The owner of the temple is really secretive. This was the case before and even more so now.
She was quite regretful that she missed witnessing a wonderful battle. Of course, she wouldn't mind doing something to help the viewer deal with the enemy as the icing on the cake. She had never repaid the favor she owed the viewer.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, did not answer Yang Shuilan's nonsense, and asked: "Is this river your new territory?"
He didn't use spiritual eyes, so he couldn't tell what kind of cultivation the Water Goddess in front of him had, but he felt that she hadn't recovered to the fourth level yet. He couldn't really like or dislike Yang Shuilan, who had been reincarnated for nine lifetimes.
When meeting in the wild, you will subconsciously be on guard, but you won't show it.
The good and evil of people's hearts are the most unpredictable.
"From Guiying Mountain to the depths of the Ups and Downs Branch, this Willow River has a winding waterway of more than 500 miles. It is my current residence." Yang Shuilan would not say more about how many people she killed in order to open up this water area.
Monsters big and small, monks and snake gods, and cunning rabbits have three caves. She has other places to hide, otherwise she would have been poisoned by the guardians of the Witch Clan in the past three years.
Yang Shuilan asked: "Master, you have been hit by a blood curse, is it okay? Do you need my help?"
The cyan color on Zhang Wenfeng's face returned to normal, and he smiled and said: "We can still deal with it. Please protect me for a moment while I spend some time dealing with the remaining blood-cursed soul shadow."
He said it very easily, accepting the other party's kindness along the way. Yang Shuilan was able to see through the battlefield debris and clues that he had been hit by a blood curse, so there was no need to make a fuss. After all, she was the Water Goddess of the Witch Clan, and she knew the Witch Clan's methods very well.
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Yang Shuilan stood still at the head of the water wave and did not come over. She smiled and said: "The master of the temple can just cast the spell."
Compared with being cold and inhumane four or five years ago, she now has a human touch.
She was very comfortable calling "guanzhu" one after another.
Zhang Wenfeng recited the sutra silently, and after three times, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of thick and turbid air. The blood curse soul shadow in his body was completely cleared away, leaving a lot of pure energy. He did not absorb it hastily, but concentrated it in the acupoints on his chest and imprisoned it.
He would make a decision after returning to the mountain and asking Tu Kun. Whether to absorb it for his own use or to excrete it from the body was all in his mind.
Putting the sword into its sheath, Zhang Wenfeng said: "I will clean up the battlefield and leave here as soon as possible. The fourth-level masters of the Wu clan will arrive at any time. You should go back too, so as not to harm you."
He did not ask about the follow-up to Yang Shuilan's initial visit to the Wu Clan's territory in Daliang to discuss the matter. Since Yang Shuilan had found a river in the wilderness as a territory, the negotiations with the Wu Clan must have broken down.
But the Wu clan monks stayed in this area and Yang Shuilan did not attack. Maybe the two sides had some agreement?
Or maybe Yang Shuilan is thinking about the incense love she had more than five hundred years ago, maybe?
"Master, please do so!"
Yang Shuilan didn't say anything to persuade her to stay and just gave her away.
After Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift, he returned to the bumpy battlefield and searched for a few fragments of flying swords and broken treasures. The only thing that was intact was a dark red thick shield-shaped identity card with the words "Tall Buildings" and "Jade Tower Gate" engraved on the front.
There are two lines of words engraved on the back: Directly passed down from the Patriarch Hall, Guan Nan.
After a closer look, I found that this dark red metal medallion, which was rubbed until it was shiny, was a treasure.
Finally, he was pleasantly surprised. He put the sign in his arms, flew to another battlefield more than ten miles away, searched the two corpses, and collected the two captured treasures, a topaz plate and a green leaf, separately.
The knives and swords were naturally picked up and stored in the storage space.
After collecting the loot, he had no time to deal with several corpses and puppets, and hurriedly headed northeast.
Suddenly, Yang Shuilan's warning voice came to my ears: "Master, don't leave in a hurry. The pursuers of the Great Liang Dynasty are coming soon."
Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly shocked, so fast?
The time he spent before and after was just over a quarter of an hour. Even a fourth-level witch cultivator couldn't come across such a long distance?