"Not good!"

This loud noise made the faces of the old wine beggar and Xia Linyuan change greatly at the same time.

You don't have to think about it to know that it must be Gu Qianjiang Yuanying who blew himself up.

Yuanying self-explosion, that is much more powerful than Jindan self-explosion, even if you are not careful in the out-of-body period, you may be killed, and even those in the distraction period may be seriously injured.

Just as he wanted to leave, Yang Wenjian's figure instantly appeared in the sky above the imperial study.

Intact, this back and forth is not a blink of an eye.

"This girl..."

The old beggar's eyes widened.

In his eyes, he naturally saw the power of Yang Wenjian's retreat.

He saw a series of actions she made in the square of the imperial study just now.

To tell the truth, he didn't notice the slightest fluctuation in her.

"Senior, there are some things that please keep secret, and don't ask too much."

Sensing that his expression was different, Xia Linyuan hurriedly transmitted the message.

Hearing this, the old wine beggar glanced at him and nodded without a trace.

For this young couple, he only had gratitude in his heart, and he never intended to ask about their secrets.

Besides, Yang Wenjian, as soon as she appeared in the sky above the imperial study, there were a few tossing and turning, and more than a dozen Jindan masters of the Gu Wu clan were all slaughtered by her understatement.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qian's eyes were bleeding and tearful.

He has worked hard for so many years, and finally has such a good opportunity, and everything is ready.

But in the end, it was still a complete defeat, and the elite of the whole clan was now slaughtered.

He knew very well that Great Xia would definitely not let them go of the Gu Wu Clan this time.

I'm afraid that in the near future, the iron cavalry of Great Xia will rush into the land of Kurosawa.

Hatred, remorse, unwillingness.

All kinds of emotions filled his heart.

Yang Wenjian, who had done everything, turned his gaze to Mo Qianxian.

The revenge of her father and brother must be avenged, and she has already made a decision from the time she learned that her father and brother were killed, no matter who the murderer is, she must die.

Sensing her gaze, Mo Qian raised his head, his eyes flashing with a heart-palpitating resentful light.

But Yang Wenjin didn't care at all, how could she have less hatred in her heart than him?

At this moment, Mo Qiansheng's lips squirmed, faster and faster, more and more conspicuous.

"Oh no, kill him."

The old wine beggar suddenly screamed, he didn't care about the blood oath just now, and hurriedly wanted to make a move.

It's a pity that it's late.

"Generate souls with my blood and conclude a soul grudge spell!"

As soon as Mo Qiansheng's voice fell, he heard a loud bang, and his body exploded out of thin air.

A faint gray soul bloomed with an eerie blood-red light.

The blood that was scattered in all directions seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and it began to converge towards his soul.

However, in the blink of an eye, the blood formed a very strange formation pattern on the side of the soul.

"The curse of the witch god, I didn't expect him to curse the witch god that has been lost for a hundred years!"

The old wine beggar was shocked, and a trace of regret rose in his gaze at Yang Wenjian.

"What is the Curse of the Witch God?"

Yang Wenjin asked suspiciously.

As soon as her voice fell, she saw Mo Qian's wounded soul suddenly burst open, and a bewitching red light rushed straight towards Yang Wenjian.

The speed is so fast that people's eyes can't keep up.

The red light instantly disappeared into Yang Wenjian's eyebrows.

"What is this?"

The red light entered the body, it was not painful or itchy, she was still wondering, and she heard a majestic voice suddenly sound in her head.

"Retreat presumptuously!"

The voice was familiar to her, but the tone was very deafening, and the short four words made her head buzz.

Consciousness then began to blur.

The body, which was originally hovering steadily in mid-air, began to fall rapidly as its consciousness blurred.

Seeing this scene, Xia Linyuan's body moved, reached out, grabbed her arm, took advantage of the situation, and pulled her into his arms.

By the time he landed, Yang Wenjin had already passed out.

"Hibiscus! Hibiscus! ”

Xia Linyuan called anxiously.

The old wine beggar also came to the side of the two of them in a flash, and directly reached out and grabbed Yang Wenjian's wrist.

After a long while, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's okay for the time being, it's just that the soul power consumption is too great, and she can wake up with a good rest."

Hearing this, Xia Linyuan didn't relax, just now he saw a red light disappearing into Yang Wenjian's eyebrows.

I think it's the old beggar who said that curse.

Curses are never a good thing, especially the Gu Witch Clan, who are not only proficient in Gu arts, but also in witchcraft.

"Senior, I'll take Xiaojin back home first, can you come along, the junior has something to ask."

The old beggar nodded.

"Two Ancestors, I'll leave this matter to you."

Before Xia Yuanqing could answer, Xia Linyuan took Yang Wenjin in his arms and rose into the air.

Yinwang's Mansion, in the room of Qing Yuan.

Looking at Yang Wenjin lying on the bed, Xia Linyuan turned around and arched his hand at the old wine beggar.

"Senior, what was the curse of the witch god you just mentioned?"

The old wine beggar shook his head and sighed regretfully.

"This is a very powerful witchcraft of the Gu Witch Clan, at the cost of his own life and soul, mobilize the power of the witch god and curse the enemy."

"Curse Kill!"

Hearing these two words, Xia Linyuan's hairs exploded.

Hurriedly turned to look at Yang Wenjian.

"The power of this curse is powerful, and it will be executed according to the caster's last wishes."

"The blood is arrayed, the soul is the guide, and what didn't enter her eyebrows just now is the power of the witch god's curse."

At this point, he paused and continued; "As far as that guy's hatred for her, I'm afraid this curse will not be light, and nine times out of ten it will kill her."

"Is there a way to lift this curse?"

"It's difficult, according to legend, only the Gu Witch Ancestor Witch God can be lifted."

"In the past history of the Gu Witch Clan, no one who has been cursed has been spared."

Silent.

As his last words fell, the room fell silent.

Xia Linyuan looked at Yang Wenjian, his eyes were full of self-blame and guilt.

Why did you agree to Yang Wenjian's method just now, why didn't you do it yourself.

Shicai was in the sky above the imperial study, and when Yang Wenjin asked him to agree to Mo Qian's request to make a blood oath, he secretly communicated with his soul.

It means that he will agree to save the lives of everyone in the Xia family first, and then she will take action to clean up everyone in the Gu Wu clan.

He didn't want to let the Gu Wu Clan's people go at that time, so he didn't think about agreeing.

If he had known that this guy would have cursed by the witch god, he would never have agreed even if he let those people go.

It's a pity that it's useless to regret it now.

The curse has been made.

"You don't have to blame yourself, no one thought that guy would actually curse the witch god that has been lost for many years."

The old wine beggar comforted him with regret, and he didn't expect this at all.