In the imperial capital of Great Chu, a tiger roar sounded outside the city gate, and a black tiger exuding yin qi rushed wildly, and the ordinary people queuing up at the city gate were so frightened that they hurriedly dodged away, but this black tiger seemed to have run out of yin power, and turned back into a light paper-cut in mid-air.

A token and a piece of paper covered in blood fell to the ground.

In this regard, although most people are very curious, they are not too surprised, after all, as the imperial capital of the Great Chu State, the degree of prosperity is unimaginable, and there are many talented people, even ordinary people are extraordinary.

One of the soldiers guarding the city gate hurriedly ran over and picked up something on the ground, and when he saw the word 'prison' on the token, his expression couldn't help but change greatly, and he didn't dare to look at what was written on the blood book, so he took it into his arms and hurriedly rushed into the city.

Only a bunch of people who didn't know what to do and began to talk about melon seeds were left.

After a long time, a shocking sword aura rushed into the sky, and the dead qi was vast for several kilometers, whether it was an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, they all felt a huge pressure, and they raised their heads one after another, and a black Jiao composed of yin power cut through the sky.

"It's Ghost Sword Venerable!"

Many veteran transcendents were first shocked, and then there was a burst of worry, how many years has it been since the top powerhouse of the ghost spirit level was dispatched, has something big happened? It should be more than ten years before the next outbreak of dark turmoil?

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

"Anyway, this guy is strangely strong, he has been cursed for seven or eight days and is still not dead!"

The ghost town is still functioning, and the surrounding villages and small towns are constantly populated, but after all, it is a remote place, and the surrounding population is also decreasing dramatically, and it is only a matter of time before it needs to expand aggressively.

Tentacles swam wildly in pools of blood, and Heath glanced at the two scarecrows on the side, one of them shattered, but the other was still stubbornly holding on, not cursed.

"This curse technique is still too low-level, if only it were more advanced!"

Hiss muttered dissatisfiedly, and suddenly, one of the blood-colored tentacles came out of the pool of blood, and the blood-red color on the surface of his body slowly turned into pitch-black, with a few broken stars, exuding a hint of ominous color.

Hiss naturally saw all this in his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, reached out and stroked the tentacles of the sudden change, and then looked at his own points, and the points were a little less, and at the same time, a sense of realization emerged in his heart.

This Wanhua tentacle actually absorbed the curse technique he had learned, turning it into something similar to an innate ability, and then as long as it added points, it could continue to strengthen the curse's ability.

"Wanhua Wanhua, is this Wanhua?"

Hiss's eyes flashed with surprise, he really didn't intend to insert willows and willows, he didn't expect that he would discover the function of this unknown system in this way, and it is worthy of being produced by the system, which is really good.

With this ability, when he fights with people in the future, he doesn't need to take action in person at all, and eighteen Wanhua tentacles with different abilities can beat the enemy in a fancy way.

Besides, maybe the tentacles will be able to grow again in the future? There are hundreds of them, at that time, he was a legion alone, and a fight was a group of tentacles, and the absolute combat power was against the sky, and I have to say that the ability to add points to this system is very suitable for tentacle monsters.

Then only the source of the points is not clear.

"Let's take a spell!"

Glancing at the ghost town, Hiss picked a random person, just as he also wanted to see what the straw man curse had evolved under the deduction of the system, the dark curse tentacles raised slightly, and the power of the evil god surged at the same time, and the evil eyes on the tentacles reflected the image of the mortal.

The next moment, Hiss found that these evil eye reflection villains were suffering from various tortures, and then looked at the evil eye surveillance in other locations, the walking dead mortal was walking down the street, inexplicably twisting and dismembering, and finally died violently.

The people around him just glanced at this and didn't pay much attention to it, except for some people who had just been caught in the ghost town and screamed in horror when they saw this scene, and most of them went their separate ways, even wiping the blood that had accidentally splashed on their bodies as if nothing happened.

Sudden death in this ghost town, that's the most normal, there's no point in panicking, maybe the next one is yourself, early death and late death.

"Has the Straw Man's Curse and the Evil Eye's ability become the Imageman's Curse?!"

Hiss blinked, feeling average, the evolution effect was not obvious, but it was understandable to think that he had only upgraded once, and if he wanted a stronger curse technique, he would naturally have to upgrade a few levels.

After hesitating for a moment, Hiss didn't use the remaining points, saving them for more suitable abilities, after all, he hadn't figured out how to earn points, so it was better to be conservative in case he needed to use them again again.

Glancing at the scarecrow, Heath thought about the old man's appearance in his mind, and let the curse tentacles go to the side to curse slowly, after all, he was too lazy to waste his mind about this little thing.

"So what kind of activities should be held next! It's also the 10-day anniversary of the founding of this city, and it's a big day!"

Finding that most of the ordinary people were becoming more and more numb, Hiss looked indifferent and tapped his fingers lightly, he had to take care of this matter, after all, it had affected the production efficiency of the blood ** Hua.

And he's really boring now, he used to be able to play with all kinds of women in the witch world to relieve boredom, but now he's tired of playing, so every day in addition to sleeping is familiar with spells, at most listen to the little ghost recital, idle eggs hurt, no way, this is the daily life of the evil god!

Well... The premise is that there is no power to slap him to death again! Hiss secretly glanced at the sky, this world should not be such a sassy guy!

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

"Is this it?"

A few meters long Yin Jiao slashed through the sky, the yin qi dissipated, and a blind old man fell from mid-air, holding the black tiger paper figure in the palm of his severed finger, and carrying a black sword blade behind him, following the guidance of the breath to find a location.

Ghost Sword Venerable raised his head and sniffed lightly, and soon found a remote crack in the wilderness and rocks, and the pungent smell of blood hit his face at the entrance of the cave.

Without hesitation, he walked in, and an old man with a mutilated body was lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by various severed limbs, with a look of extreme fear and pain on his face, apparently suffering greatly before he died.

"Are you dead too?"

Ghost Sword Venerable sighed softly, and there was no joy or sorrow in his tone.

"The same way of dying, should it be a curse, is it man-made?"

Twisting the paper cut in his hand, a yin fire rose from his hand and threw it into the hole, and it turned away, engulfing everything in the cold flames behind it.

"Superstar City, ghosts! Whether all this is a human or a ghost, or a forbidden area evil spirit, we will soon know!"

With a cough, his figure faded away and disappeared into the distance.