Chapter Thirty-Four: Curse, Nantianmen

The disciple trembled and said the big battle here, and then, under the frightened eyes, he was slapped to death by the Great Elder.

"Waste, the Holy Son is gone, how can you live alone!"

The Great Elder's chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Yin and Yang Spell, Mo Ling, I want you to bury your Holy Son!"

Sen Han's voice sounded in the mountains and forests, like a powerful ghost asking for his life!

Yin Yang Spell, the core secret method of Yin Yang Gate, the cursed person is cursed and entangled, and loses luck to a certain extent, if a powerful person uses this technique, he can directly curse and kill people, and the sacrificial life curse can also achieve such an effect, but it will be delayed a lot.

At the same time, the Yin and Yang Seeds in the bodies of the Yin Yang Sect disciples could feel the position of the curse, that is to say, no matter how Mo Ling fled to the ends of the earth, no matter how his appearance changed, he could not get rid of the pursuit of the Yin Yang Gate.

.....

Mo Ling, who had fled thousands of miles away, felt that he was not safe, and burned the rune again and teleported away.

In a short period of time, 60,000 malicious values burned, and Mo Ling's heart was dripping blood.

With a loud bang, Mo Ling fell from the void covered in scars, and Mo Ling, who used the Earth Shrinking Talisman, felt a terrifying fluctuation in the void, and then the void was disordered, and he was squeezed out, and he was seriously injured again.

"Roar!!

A loud roar resounded through the mountains and forests, and a giant tiger of the Four Poles Realm jumped out.

"! If it weren't for the fact that the master was seriously injured, which round would have you been so rampant! ”

Mo Ling fled in a panic.

In the primeval mountain range, Mo Ling first met the demon tiger, then the god crocile, and then the giant eagle, as if for a while, the demon beasts of the entire mountain range rioted and chased Mo Ling together.

Half a moon later, Mo Ling was lying under a valley, beside him a lifeless demon beast.

At this time, Mo Ling was very miserable, his face was sallow, full of scars, the old wound had not yet scarred, the blood was not flowing on the new wound, the wound was suppurated, and the injury was extremely serious.

Mo Ling lay here for most of the day, and finally there were no new demon beasts appearing, and he was suddenly overjoyed, sat up violently, and laughed nonstop.

"Hahaha, it's finally over! Hahaha! Hiss~~~"

Pulling the wound, Mo Ling bared his teeth.

God knows how he came over in the past half a month, he didn't have time to heal at all, he fled all the way, and now there is no movement for most of the day, and it's finally over.

Don't dare to delay, hurry up and heal!

Mo Ling stuffed the three-grade jade lotus he picked before leaving into his mouth like a jujube, poured a mouthful of divine spring into it, sat cross-legged, ran the exercises, and began to heal.

Baptized by the origin, the body strengthened with the god grass is extremely strong, and in three days, the wounds have all recovered, and the scars have fallen off, leaving only shallow traces, although there are still some internal injuries that have not recovered, but they can no longer affect him, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, the monster beast is right, the little master was seriously injured before, and he was very happy to chase him! Now it's your turn! Hehe! ”

Mo Ling looked at the mountains and forests, his eyes were extremely fierce.

"But what the hell is going on? How did you suddenly become so unlucky? ”

Mo Ling's face was solemn, this world is about luck, although a person's luck will change, but it will not become like him, it is just like luck has been directly extracted, it stands to reason that he is a traverser, his luck should be at its peak, right, shouldn't it, what is the problem?

"It seems that it started when I met the Yin Yang Holy Son, by the way, that black light!"

Mo Ling hammered his fist on the palm of his hand, and suddenly realized, remembering the strange smile on the face of the Yin Yang Holy Son when he was dying, as well as the burning flames, and the black light that penetrated his body.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that he was the one who made the ghost!

Mo Ling always felt uneasy, there seemed to be a dark cloud above his head, and he checked himself again, but he still didn't find anything good, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I often say that other people's Yintang is black and unlucky, but I didn't expect it to work on me, it's really ......"

He didn't know what to say, he didn't know anything about luck, and he didn't know how to avoid it, so he just didn't care, there must be a way before the car reached the mountain.

"I think that as a traverser, and the system, how strong is his luck, how can a little curse affect it?"

"It's not been three days, nothing has happened, it proves that the master is extraordinary, Yin and Yang Gate, wait for the master!"

Mo Ling was radiant and high-spirited, he had no way to do it for the time being, but it was not easy to deal with the little demon beast.

"Monsters! Master is here! Uh..."

"What the hell is this?"

The originally quiet mountains suddenly shook, the heavens and the earth changed, and a vision came.

A picture appeared in the void, and at this time, a portal, golden light, rainbow rolling, rui qi bursting, purple mist rising, stone walls shining, golden splendor; There are several large pillars on the inner wall, entwined with golden-scaled sun-bearded dragons; The ground is paved with nine white jade, and the diamonds on the wall are all fairy tears green gold......

Such a glorious scene, I'm afraid it's not only in the Immortal Realm.

If it was just like this, Mo Ling was still excited, and felt that if he didn't die, he would have a blessing in the future, and he would meet the fairy fate.

But then the picture changed, and the original golden and auspicious scene became lifeless, the bright stone walls were dull and rusty, and the meteorological portals were reduced to ruins, broken walls, and rubble and stones everywhere, full of ominousness.

And on a dilapidated stone stele, the three big characters have still not been worn out by the years.

"Nantianmen!"

Mo Ling froze in place, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and then he screamed:

"Ah sir! No way! ”

Then the whole person disappeared with the vision.

The sun penetrates the woods, leaving mottled on the ground, the breeze blows, with the breath of nature, which makes people feel refreshed, there is no change in the mountains, and from time to time there is a roar of beasts, it is still so quiet.

Until, a group of strong men dressed in black and white yin and yang costumes stepped into the air, breaking the tranquility of the mountains.

The leader was a middle-aged man, his eyes full of majesty, his face was obviously gloomy, and the Great Elder was behind him, very respectful.

The Yin Yang Sect Master saw the dried blood stains on the ground, and then his breath exploded violently, and a large area of mountains and forests were shrouded in it, and the essence of heaven and earth was stagnant, and even the insects in the mountains did not dare to make a sound anymore.

After feeling it carefully, the Yin Yang Sect Master said in a cold voice:

"The breath is broken here, and if you live to see people and die, you have to see corpses! Search for me! ”

"Yes!"

A group of elders received the order and scattered in all directions.

And the master of the Yin Yang Sect thought again, the breath of the Yin and Yang spell would not disappear for no reason, even if he fled to the distant Zhongzhou, he could feel it.

There will only be two situations when the aura of the Yin and Yang spell disappears, one is that the strength is strong enough to a certain extent, and the curse is erased at will, and Mo Ling is only cultivated in the Dao Palace, which is obviously not the case; There is also a situation where the soul of the person dies and the curse dissipates with the wind.

Dead?

The Yin Yang Sect Master looked at this mountain range with deep eyes!