"I surrendered my heart and soul in that room, and made a great oath of demons!"

Thousands of instructions asked Zhang Xuezhou not to hand over his blood, hair, and birthday, but Wuchao didn't expect that he would do all these things together.

But he really couldn't resist the temptations involved.

In the technique controlled by Hongku, the other party does have a spell that involves the future.

As long as you learn this technique, it is easy to avoid disasters and chase and kill.

"Is he really willing to teach you this technique?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

"Yes, this is the rule of the Holy Land" Wu Chao nodded and said: "The real master of this technique is likely to be Daojun, and the teacher is just the intermediary of teaching, so he can't help but teach!" ”

"I see!"

Hongku, perhaps gifted to teach this art, as a linearant, must also teach it according to the rules of the Holy Land when the student meets the relevant conditions.

It's not a question of whether Hongku wants to teach or not, but as long as Hongku is a part of the Holy Land, Hongku needs to obey the rules of the Holy Land.

Unless Hongku can overturn the Holy Land, or be abolished by the Holy Land, Hongku can do things according to his own ideas.

The black nest is no different.

He made a great oath of demons according to the rules of the Holy Land, and only then did he obtain the inheritance of this technique.

If it weren't for Zhang Xuezhou's awakening, which made Wuchao think about the relevance, Wuchao would definitely not leak a word in the face of Zhang Xuezhou.

This technique is different from the snake head spell, it is a technique that cannot be seen and intangible, but if he does not say it, no one will know that he has this technique.

Wuchao cherishes this only friend very much, and also cherishes the only remaining brother-brother relationship in Hongku.

"When I complete this technique, our future safety will definitely be greatly guaranteed," Wu Chao said.

Hong is hard-hearted, and even if he knows that Wu Ti is worried about his life, he has no personal protection.

And they are different, if Wuchao deduces the relevant risks, he and Zhang Xuezhou will definitely guard them all the time, and strive to survive the relevant risks without losing their lives.

The two looked at each other, and this pushed the teaching to the end, and they also walked out of the compound of Hongku.

"Alas!"

In the room, watching Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou leave the door, Hong was silent for a while, and finally had to sigh.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a sharp knife.

With the rapid swing of the sharp knife, a demon bird was quickly cut off its neck.

Blood suddenly sprayed all over the high platform in front of Hongku.

"After all these years, who has been cursing me behind the scenes?"

Hongku threw the demon bird corpse in his hand at his feet, and with words in his mouth, a faint figure of a demon bird suddenly appeared in the air.

As Hong recited the spell, the demon bird pierced through the window like a streamer, and then flew into the sky.

But this search is doomed to be futile.

Over the years, he searched for the people behind the curse dozens of times, and each time he returned empty-handed.

This time is no exception.

The soul drawn by the demon bird wandered blankly in the air for a moment, and then turned into a speck of light and dissipated.

This made Hongku's eyes have to be on the props of a demon oath spell on the high platform.

Essence and blood, hair, and birthdate.

These are the three elements of the mantra and are the essential elements of the complete mantra mantra.

Hongku hesitated for a few seconds before his lips began to mumble.

With a half-bang, he bit his finger and pushed his arm little by little, squeezing out a drop of dark blood.

This drop of blood was darker than the color of the black nest essence blood, and by the time Hongku finished reciting the mantra in his mouth, he had already firmly imprinted this drop of essence blood on the top of the black nest essence blood.

The two drops of essence blood were intertwined with each other, and there seemed to be some kind of fusion.

Hongku took a wooden figure, quickly drew the eight characters of the birth date of the black nest, and tied his hair to the wooden man.

When the spell was finished, he carefully tied the wooden man to the cloth of the contract where the black nest had made a demonic oath.

"Twenty-two!"

It wasn't until he carefully finished casting the spell that Hongku returned to his previous expressionless appearance.

He can't find the caster behind the scenes, but he can channel the other person's spells to those close to them, not only can he use this human medium to fight the people behind the scenes, but he can also make the other person cast the spell useless.

In this spell game, the two sides are not only competing with their own spell methods, but also competing with their respective spell casting mediums to see who can continue to consume until the end.

The other party may need all kinds of natural treasures, but Hongku only needs people.

Wives and children, children, mentors and apprentices......

As long as there is a substantial connection between the many relationships, they can be used by him to practice and use them as substitutes for disasters.

And he treated these students indifferently, kept his distance from them, and tried his best to remove his connections.

In the eyes of many people in the Holy Land, he was just a fateful offender, and whoever approached him would be unlucky, but no one would think that he was taking the associated student to block the disaster and receive the spell.

After all, the spell had lasted too long.

Students are admitted once every three years, and he has died a full twenty-one students.

At present, the twenty-second student is being prepared to replace the disaster.

Needless to say, he was involved in his family.

Hongku's eyes were on the high platform where the spell was cast.

A glimpse of the future is indeed his hole card, but it is not the only hole card.

What he really had, even if it was a combination of the greatest ones, was this life-saving death curse.

This is his unique spell, and it is also the life-saving spell that has protected him for so many years.

If he hadn't had this technique, he would have been dead for decades, how could he have survived until now.

"There are many people in the world who know my details, and there are not many people who can curse me to find my traces, which of you is the practitioner?"

The spell bird with the aura of black death was difficult to find, but Hongku's eyes were set on the higher reaches of the holy mountain.

In those unique places filled with spiritual energy, there lived twelve Venerable Beings of the Holy Land of the Shuttering River.

But even the Venerable Cultivator with the lowest strength had reached the threshold of the Forty Realms and stepped into the realm of self-sustainance.

And Hongku's strength is the achievement of the supernatural realm.

He can fight beyond a certain realm, but when facing his peers, he has little advantage.

He didn't even dare to come to the door to ask for advice, lest the other party deliberately lose his hand and kill himself reasonably during the consultation.

"Someday, someday......"

Hiroshi muttered bitterly.

As a master of spells, he is very patient.

In this chase of prey and hunters, he will not always be on the side of the passive defense.

But if he knows who is behind the scenes, he can also launch a sneak attack, and maybe the other party's life will be killed with a single blow.

The victory or defeat of a fair fight needs to look at the strength of cultivation, and it also needs to look at the means of attack, but a sneak attack does not need so much.

As long as the arrangement is reasonable, it is not surprising to fight low and high, especially a spell master like him.

Hiroshi chanted one name after another in a low voice, and his fingers, stained with the blood of the birds, kept writing them on a piece of cloth.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would definitely believe in the creed that he would rather kill by mistake than let go, and kill the twelve Venerables of the Holy Land together, directly cutting off all future troubles.

His expression was mixed with hatred and remorse, and even more with infinite anger, as if he wanted to melt the names of these Venerables.

And beneath the window of his room, a hair raised its head, and then quickly crept down like dust from the window, and it was difficult to attract any attention.