Song Yun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and walked all the way back to his residence with strong unwillingness and resentment, no matter how the disciples of the War Martial Arts Department and the old man around him asked, Song Yun remained silent.

Seeing this, everyone had to comfort them a few words and leave.

Song Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking for a long time, he wanted to know who his parents were, who was the person who cast the spell, what secrets the Song family was hiding, if the vicious bloodline poison curse could not be lifted, then the Song family might face extinction at any time.

Song Yun has no way to do all this, he is too weak, even if he knows the truth, he can't do anything.

This catastrophe is simply an unsolvable situation.

Song Yun thought a lot, for the bloodline poison curse, Bai Lian might be able to help herself, but what about her little sister? Even if Huailing Academy wouldn't betray herself, could she really be so fearless as to protect everyone in the Song family?

Once the spellcaster finds the Song family, then the Song family will end up even if they don't die, and the spell caster will definitely threaten their parents with the Song family brothers and sisters to get what they want.

Song Yun wanted to go to Xiao Susu, but he knew that Xiao Susu probably didn't know anything, and his parents would not tell an outsider about the Song family's secrets.

Song Yun even thought about leaving Huailing Academy, since he couldn't control it, he simply didn't care about anything, but the deep family affection from the memory of his predecessor made him really unable to let go.

A day passed, during which the Great Elder came once and told Song Yun to be mentally prepared, in these few days, the bloodline poison curse would come, and its target was most likely Song Yun himself.

Song Yun's face was gloomy, until the Great Elder left, he didn't say a word, what he could do at the moment was to wait for the arrival of the bloodline poison curse, he wanted to see how powerful this poison curse could be, and whether it could threaten the white lotus.

Another three days passed, and Song Yun sat cross-legged, never moving, quietly waiting for the bloodline poison curse to come.

In order to solve this curse, one must test the curse, and this is the only hope.

The three generations of courtyard masters have always paid attention to Song Yun, once Song Yun has a seizure, she will go all out to help Song Yun solve the curse, although there is little hope, but she must give it a try.

When the night of the sixth day came, Song Yun, who had originally closed his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly, his face was hideous, and a strong feeling of palpitations suddenly came.

At the same time, on the peak of the Dao Spirit Mountain, in the left eye of the statue of the courtyard master of that generation, the eyes of the three generations of courtyard masters showed a gleam, and they disappeared in place in an instant, and when they appeared, they had already arrived in front of Song Yun.

"Don't move, I'm the third-generation master of the Huailing Academy, Sikong Zhaoxue. The three generations of courtyard masters directly reported their fame, their faces were solemn, and their jade fingers stretched out and pointed directly at Song Yun's eyebrows.

Song Yun originally wanted to resist, but he thought that if the other party wanted to harm him, he would sell the Song family directly, since he chose to believe in Huailing Academy, he couldn't doubt it, and more importantly, at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

Song Yun closed his eyes again, and the feeling of palpitations became stronger and stronger, and it was slowly turning into a stinging pain.

Sikong Zhaoxue also closed his eyes, and the powerful spiritual thoughts merged into Song Yun's body, and suddenly, a venerable thunder tripod had just been revealed under Sikong Zhaoxue's spiritual thoughts, and he hadn't even noticed the ten giant tripods, Sikong Zhaoxue's spiritual thoughts were automatically skipped and directly integrated into Song Yun's blood.

The secret in Song Yun's body, Sikong Zhaoxue doesn't want to snoop, this is an attitude as an elder, and her purpose is only one, to find and lift the poisonous curse in Song Yun's blood.

Song Yun's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it was the same as what Song Tian felt at that time, as if there was a sharp blade that was slowly piercing his heart.

Sikong Zhaoxue's face was solemn, her spiritual thoughts turned into a small fish in Song Yun's blood, and what she saw was a blood red, without the slightest abnormality, but she concluded that since it was a bloodline poison curse, then the source must be in Song Yun's blood.

As time passed, blood overflowed from the corners of Song Yun's mouth, and his heart was almost suffocated.

Suddenly, there was a woman's miserable scream faintly in his ears, this scream became clearer and clearer, and gradually merged with Song Yun's mind, Song Yun could feel that this scream had hatred, madness, and a touch of longing.

"Mother!" Song Yun's heart was even more tingling, and two traces of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he could conclude that the screams he heard were his own mother in this life.

Although Song Yun in his previous life had nothing to do with this woman, the pain from the blood stabbed him fiercely in his heart.

"Mother, where are you!" Song Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and he became crazy, trembling all over his body and roaring loudly.

"You...... You're Yun'er! Run...... Run!" the woman let out a terrible roar.

"Mother, where are you!"

"Run!"

At this moment, the minds of the mother and son crossed a distance that even they don't know how far, closely connected together, and obviously, Song Yun's mother was insane, so she had only one thought, let Song Yun run quickly.

Sikong Zhaoxue became more and more anxious, because in Song Yun's blood, she couldn't detect anything abnormal.

"It's too late, it's very likely that the person casting the spell already knows Song Yun's location, but hopefully, he doesn't know who Song Yun is. Sikong Zhaoxue's heart sank, and he didn't stop exploring, if he couldn't find a way to lift the poisonous curse, Song Yun would be like Song Tian, and the lives of his loved ones would be connected, and at that time, Song Yun's life and death would be controlled by others, and he would have to give up Song Yun.

After a pillar of incense passed, Song Yun forcibly kept himself from falling into a coma, and kept communicating with his mother with his heart, but unfortunately, his mother had no response.

"Mother!" Song Yun's eyes had turned blood-red, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his heart was even more stinging, he understood that the pain he suffered was the pain suffered by his mother, maybe this kind of pain had tormented his mother for more than ten years, and now his mother was crazy and distracted, so that the person who cast the spell had a chance to take advantage of it.

In the sea of Song Yuntian's spiritual consciousness, the white lotus flower floated quietly, as if waiting for the opportunity.

At this moment, if the blood in Song Yun's body is compared to a sea of blood, then in this sea of blood, a skull mark that is only the size of a stone slowly emerges.

The skull mark was blood-red, mixed with Song Yun's blood, and it was so small that it was negligible, so Sikong Zhaoxue didn't notice it at all.

It was at this time that the white lotus flower in Song Yun's sea of knowledge suddenly burst into flames, and a pillar of white light suddenly shot out, passing through the sea of knowledge and shooting directly into Song Yun's blood.

This pillar of white light was like a meteor in a sea of blood, heading straight for the blood-colored skull mark.

Sikong Zhaoxue's spiritual thoughts noticed this white pillar of light for the first time, and couldn't help but be stunned, because this white pillar of light was full of sacredness and peace, and no matter how you looked at it, it had nothing to do with the poisonous curse.

The next moment, Sikong Zhaoxue was overjoyed, because following the guidance of this white pillar of light, a blood-colored skull was suddenly illuminated.

"Found it!" Sikong Zhaoxue did not hesitate, and his spiritual thoughts turned into a sharp sword, stabbing directly at the blood-colored skull.

The blood-colored skull showed a frightened look, as if it didn't expect to be discovered, it was blurring little by little, and it seemed that it would disappear in the next moment.

"Where to escape!" The sword that Sikong Zhaoxue Lingnian turned into appeared directly in front of the blood-colored skull with a teleportation, and stabbed it with a sword.

"Wait a minute, it's useful to keep it. Song Yun's voice suddenly sounded.

Sikong Zhaoxue thought for a moment, seeing that the blood-colored skull was about to disappear, and suddenly, another spiritual thought belonging to Song Yun suddenly appeared, this spiritual thought was invisible, and it was directly fused with the blood-colored skull imprint.

The next moment, the blood-colored skull and Song Yun's spiritual thoughts ...... together Gone......

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