"You said before that the king of the east has a fatal weakness, is...... What?"

Dian Bai's cloudy old eyes narrowed, and said: "The master doesn't know, although the original body of this East King is Tengjiao, there is also a trace of merman blood. This point is occasionally broken by subordinates, so it cannot be faked. ”

"Every two days before and after the tidal night in the middle of the month, the East King will go to the bottom of the sea to find a spiritual plant called "Silver Star Grass" to suppress the restless merman bloodline in his body, and these two days are the time when his strength is the weakest. ”

Hearing these words, Zhao Ting nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Dian Bai paused, and then said: "The East King is a sea clan, and if he is too far away from the water, his strength will drop sharply. Therefore, we can take advantage of the night of the moon to lure it to nothing. Well...... This can be done by his subordinates, and the king of the east currently trusts his subordinates and has never had any suspicions. It's easy for his subordinates to trick him out. ”

"We have taken advantage of the time, place, and people, and in addition, your master, you have vast magical powers and thousands of means, as long as the king of the east is invited, he will die! At that time, the crisis in Jiangzhou can be solved. ”

"Not bad!" Zhao Ting stroked his palms and smiled, standing up, "No wonder people say that there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, hahaha......"

"It's so decided! Mid-moon night, King Zhudong!"

"Yes!"

"The master is good at making decisions when facing major matters, and the wise man is also!" Seeing that Zhao Ting made a decision so quickly, Dian Bai glanced at him, and both of them laughed sinisterly, "Hey, hey, hey......"

......

After Dian Bai retreated, Zhao Ting sat alone in the quiet room and thought carefully.

Kill the king of the east, although it is just a simple sentence. But there's a lot to consider.

First of all, not to mention whether Dongwang will follow the script, even if he cooperates with the performance throughout the whole process, Zhao Ting can't be sure at this time whether he and Dian Bai can kill Dongwang.

After all, when it comes to the fourth order, the gap between the early stage and the middle stage is no longer just as simple as a small realm, but a qualitative change! Zhao Ting himself deeply understands this.

When he met the East King that day, the awe-inspiring coercion emanating from his body alone made Zhao Ting feel that the killing power was a little unsmooth, let alone if the East King was going all out.

In fact, if Dian Bai hadn't analyzed a lot of things for him, proving that the right time, place and people were on his side, he wouldn't have been willing to ambush the East King so recklessly.

Now that he has made up his mind, he naturally has to think carefully about how to deal with an unexpected situation and how to minimize the risk of this matter.

After pondering and meditating, Zhao Ting's heart gradually became clear.

He spread out his palm and looked down at the brown killing crystal on his palm, which belonged to the scarecrow.

This piece of killing crystal was originally going to be transplanted to Lin Sijun, but now that he thinks about it, the key at present is to break the game!

Only by killing the East King can the situation be broken! To kill the East King, you must prepare as much as possible and improve your strength. Therefore, Zhao Ting planned to use this killing crystal on himself first.

As for the killing crystal for Lin Sijun, Zhao Ting now has a better goal, Dongwang!

After killing the East King, transplant the East King's Killing Crystal to Lin Sijun. As the lord of all the "unknowns" in Jiangzhou, Dongwang is by no means worse than the scarecrow, and even stronger.

Well...... If Zhao Ting didn't kill the East King, but died at the hands of the East King, then he felt that there was no need to make Lin Sijun a "stranger", because this was not to help her, but to harm her. Become a "stranger", she will only die miserably if she does not hide her identity without a magic weapon to hide her identity!

With a plan in his heart, Zhao Ting didn't think much about it, raised his head and swallowed this killing crystal in one bite.

After waiting for a long time, a magical power called [Broken Doom Spell] suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a moment of careful observation, a smile appeared on Zhao Ting's face.

This [Spell of Broken Doom] is a magical power similar to the "Seven Wounds Fist". It can bad luck and cause calamity out of thin air. However, the person who casts the spell will also be counterattacked, and as for what the counterattack is, Zhao Ting still does not know.

What's more critical is that the casting range of this [Broken Doom Curse] is actually wide to thousands of miles, that is to say, as long as he is not afraid of the power of backlash, he can completely curse the land of Jiangzhou.

Zhao Ting was a little interested in this magical power, he stood up, felt that his body was full of killing power, and strode out of the door.

At this time, there was no one in the courtyard, so he did not shy away from it, and took the loquat tree in the courtyard as the object of the spell, his lips rolled, and he began to chant the incantation jerkyly.

"I ...... Curse this tree!"

As the spell-casting ritual slowly took shape, an increasingly condensed black thorn flower phantom emerged from behind Zhao Ting, and streams of dead qi diffused from it, tightly wrapping the loquat trees in the courtyard.

After a while, seeing that the loquat tree seemed to have no reaction, Zhao Ting couldn't help frowning, and whispered: "This [Broken Doom Spell] should have been successfully cast......

As soon as the words fell, a gray-clothed servant had already walked into the courtyard, looked at him, walked over with a respectful expression, bowed his head and said: "Son, the neighbor next door just came to deliver a message, saying that the loquat tree in our courtyard has a large crown and extends into their courtyard, often blocking the sun, so please cut it down or remove it." ”

“......”

Zhao Ting was slightly stunned when he heard this, he knew where this [Broken Doom Curse] should be. At the same time, a burning pain suddenly came from the little finger of his left hand.

He hurriedly looked down, only to find that one-third of his little finger had inexplicably turned to ashes!

"Is this the backlash?" Zhao Ting looked at the remnant finger, "If it's just like this, it's not unacceptable." ”

He smiled and said to the gray-clothed servant, "Okay, I see. If you go back to him, tell him that we have rented this house from someone else, and we cannot be the master if we cut down the tree or not, so let him go to the owner of the house. ”

"No!"

Sent away, Zhao Ting waved his sleeve robe, shook off the ashes that fell in the cuffs, and flowed on his fingertips, and soon gave birth to a little finger, flexible and active, no different from ordinary flesh and blood.

After repairing his stump finger, Zhao Ting returned his attention to the supernatural power [Broken Doom Curse].

"Xu is only cursing the relationship of a tree, and the power of the backlash will be so light. Zhao Ting thought like this, "I should try it a few more times to see what level of curse is the limit of what kind of backlash I can bear." ”

Just as he was thinking about how many trees he was going to curse next, the sky suddenly changed color, the dark clouds rolled, and in less than two breaths, a downpour of rain fell, mixed with the rumbling thunder, like a tiger and a leopard dragon.

"Wow"!

A thunderbolt fell from the nine heavens, dyeing the heavens and the earth in black and white, and accurately slashed at the loquat tree in the courtyard.

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