People who specialize in practicing curse arts, in the martial arts group, have a specific title-

Spellcaster.

Name implies.

It is a person with a very special personality who has the hope of being able to practice the curse technique.

And this kind of person is undoubtedly rare!

Less than the owner of a special constitution!

That's why.

Looking at the entire Jiangzhou, Han Ming is the only known spell master!

I can't find a second person!

Rare, often means mysterious and powerful.

So you can imagine it.

Once the curse is activated, it is absolutely absolutely terrifying.

Many times.

Spell masters don't even need to get each other's hours, hair, blood, and so on.

With just a portrait or even a name, you can directly launch a curse spell and harm people a hundred miles away!

So.

When Huo Butian realized that he had gathered the power of his entire Thousand Sects Alliance, he couldn't help Zhou Xuan alone.

He understood that if he wanted to kill Zhou Xuan, there was only one last way left-

Ask Han Ming, such a spell master, to perform a treacherous and domineering curse technique!

In his opinion.

Zhou Xuan is indeed ridiculously strong, so strong that it makes people feel desperate.

But how strong it is?

The power of the curse, that is a power similar to "Heavenly Damnation"!

There is no shadow at all, and it cannot be prevented!

And once the curse is in the body, it will inevitably encounter an extremely tragic end!

For example, the whole body festers and dies, and the seven orifices bleed to death......

Want to dissolve the curse?

Unless, another spell master will help to resolve it.

Or, the cultivation of the spell bearer is more than ten times that of the spell caster!

In a word.

Huo Butian thought that as long as this time Han Ming was willing to go all out to cast the curse technique.

Then Zhou Xuan will definitely not escape death!

"Mr. Han. ”

In the gloomy underground palace, Huo Butian was a little reluctant to take out a space ring.

Then his eyes were slightly solemn, and with a flick of his fingers, he flicked into the palm of an old man in a black robe not far away, and then said in a deep voice:

"Everything you want, it's in it! Now, can you make a move?"

This black-robed old man looks extremely old.

His skin was dry, and his face was bloodless.

And there is an extremely cold evil aura all over his body, which makes people shudder when they look at it.

This person is undoubtedly the owner of this underground palace, Han Ming, the "Northern Evil" of the four evildoers in Jiangzhou!

Asking such a spell master as Han Ming to make a move, the price is naturally not ordinary!

Even if Huo Butian was the leader of the Thousand Sects Alliance, when he handed over that spatial ring, his heart was comparable to cutting flesh and dripping blood!

To know.

That's half of the treasure that the entire Thousand Sects Alliance has accumulated over the years!

Can Huo Butian not feel distressed!

"Iniquity ......"

Accepting the space ring, Han Ming suddenly let out a seeping sinister smile.

And then.

Under the gaze of Huo Butian and others, he took out a small scarecrow out of nowhere.

On the chest of this little scarecrow, there is a column of blood words written - worry-free faction, Zhou Xuan!

"Don't worry. ”

While holding this little scarecrow in his hand, Huo Butian said confidently:

"Next, the old man will activate one of the strongest curse techniques I have ever practiced, the Hundred Swords Soul Cutting Spell!"

"As long as the old man cuts off this little scarecrow, Zhou Xuan's vitality will be sharply reduced by one point!"

"After ten stabs, he will be exhausted. ”

"After twenty swords, he will be extremely weak, and he can take his life if he goes to a body refining realm!"

Hear here.

Huo Butian couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say a good Hundred Swords Soul Cutting Spell, why is there only twenty swords?"

"The ......"

As if he had been poked in some sore spot, Han Ming immediately replied with an ugly face:

"Who made you unable to even get a single hair of Zhou Xuan? Among the curse techniques I mastered, there is only this Hundred Swords Soul Cutting Spell, which can be activated by writing a name!"

"But this curse technique is extremely difficult, and the old man has only penetrated the first twenty knives so far!"

"However, with these twenty knives, it is more than enough!"

"Because the old man has just sent my wild bear to kill the Sanssouci faction!"

"Isn't the Hundred Swords Soul Cutting Spell and my Wild Bear foolproof?"

Wait for Han Ming's voice to fall.

Huo Butian and the others nodded slowly, revealing a look of approval.

The reason is simple.

They all knew very well that the Wild Bear was a king-like existence among the earth spirit beasts.

A completely complete barbaric bear, the most secondary, is also equivalent to a true qi realm ninefold powerhouse holding a medium-grade treasure weapon!

And what about Zhou Xuan?

The terrifying debilitating effect of the Hundred Swords Soul Cutting Curse is not as good as even a body refining realm.

Just ask, what else can he do to stop the wild bear!

After being unanimously approved by Huo Butian and others.

In Han Ming's other palm, an awl shining with cold light appeared again in an extremely strange way.

"Uragula ......"

Han Ming, an awl in one hand and a small scarecrow in the other, quickly closed his eyes and began to mumble a spell like a bird's song in his mouth.

That scene is like chanting scriptures, and it doesn't stop for a long time!

Hearing this, Huo Butian and the others were drowsy.

But.

They are all waiting!

Wait for Han Ming to finish reciting the spell, launch the curse spell, and then poke the little scarecrow with an awl!

............

......

While Han Ming was reciting the mantra.

As he sensed the movement in the direction of the mountain gate, the noise became louder and louder.

Zhou Xuan immediately led the four disciples to see what was going on.

And as Zhou Xuan arrived quickly, he saw everything that happened at the mountain gate.

He was directly stunned, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch desperately.

Because what he saw was that most of the uncles and aunts in Dongshan Village gathered in front of the mountain gate and danced square dances!

Square Dance ???

Yanhuang Continent, there is actually this thing?

Forget it if you have a square dance!

The question is, how did all this familiar dynamic music come out of my big wooden sign?

My big wooden sign, turned into a big stereo?

It's not just Zhou Xuan who was stunned.

Jiang Peng and the others were all dumbfounded, thinking that they had a vision.

Because they can all be easily seen.

This lead dancer is from the Heaven and Earth Pavilion!

Moreover, it should be a master level!

The director of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, here at our worry-free mountain gate, leading the uncles and aunts to dance?

What's going on!

How can there be such a strange thing in the world?

Just when Zhou Xuan and the others looked confused.

Lin Shuang, who was dancing vigorously, seemed to have regained his own will, and suddenly felt a spirit.

And then.

She froze in place, as if she was stuck, and slowly turned her head to look at the large group of uncles and aunts behind her.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

At this moment, Lin Shuang was in a state of confusion.

Because, in her subconscious, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to be leading the dance for a group of uncles and aunts just now!

Come to think of it.

Let's ask, Lin Shuang, who has always been known as a widow with a poisonous tongue, how can his heart not collapse!