Zhou Qiao and Yang Qian came to the Witch Temple again, the Witch Patriarch and the High Priest were already waiting here, their expressions were serious, there were bursts of incense burning in the middle of the Witch Temple, and there were several totems hanging on the surrounding walls that looked very depressing, and the atmosphere was completely different from the previous two levels;

Zhou Qiao couldn't help but play drums in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and comfortable on his face.

The patriarch of the Wu clan stood up and said to Zhou Qiao: "Once the blood curse is planted, if you don't understand the method of the curse, there is only one way to die... You've figured it out! ”

Zhou Qiao nodded to indicate that he understood.

The blood curse is forbidden for my Wu Miao clan, and only the high priest knows the secret, and he signaled that the high priest can start!

The high priest walked towards Zhou Qiao, a drop of bright red blood condensed from the tips of his fingers, he chanted some incantation slowly and reverently, his expression was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, the aura around him became even more nervous, Yang Qian was even a little restless, and the atmosphere around him became more and more depressing...

Zhou Qiao felt that his body was restless, and his heart felt very itchy, he reached out and scratched his chest, and looked up at the high priest, but he didn't expect the high priest to look at him at the same time, looking at each other, Zhou Qiao found that the high priest's eyes had turned blood red at the moment, and the gaze staring at him was weird and terrifying, which was terrifying and terrifying;

At this time, Zhou Qiao felt more and more uncomfortable, he tore off his clothes and found that there were large and small red spots on his body, the place where the red spots grew was itchy and unbearable, he couldn't wait to scratch the flesh, Yang Qian saw that something was wrong with him, and came over to hug him and control Zhou Qiao;

I only heard the voice of the high priest, his pupils returned to their original state, with a bit of banter and cruelty, "The blood curse has been planted, the method of unsolving the curse is on this bamboo piece, you can only watch it alone, during the blood curse attack, you will scratch your heart with a hundred claws, the pain is unbearable, as time goes by, life is worse than death, after seventy-two hours, the gods will not be able to save ......"

"And during this time, you'd better not scratch the flesh and skin, because the wound will bleed faster and more painfully, and it is estimated that you have not yet understood the blood curse solution, and you have already scraped the bones and shaved the flesh to death."

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When the words fell, the high priest handed a piece of bamboo to Zhou Qiao,

Zhou Qiao controlled the itching and pain all over his body, held it in his hand and looked at the dense symbols and words on it, and couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart......

He gritted his teeth, signaled Yang Gan to step back, don't come over to help him, and then began to control his hands vigorously, his mental power was highly concentrated, and he carefully studied the bamboo slips, watching every line of words on the bamboo slips was like a knife in his soul, making him sweat all over, as if 10,000 insects were biting and climbing on his body......

Zhou Qiao watched the bamboo slips while contemplating the meaning in his heart... This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can bear, and it requires more than just strong perseverance and mental tenacity...

His whole body was wet with cold sweat, his forehead was covered with fine sweat like beans, and the muscles on his face were twitching, trembling, and twisting... endured scratching his heart and scratching his liver, repeating and interpreting every obscure word on the bamboo slip over and over again;

Since ancient times, witchcraft has been the most mysterious and unpredictable, and it is still circulating among the people that are popular witchcraft, and there is no trace of such powerful witchcraft as the blood spell in the people.

Zhou Qiao didn't have a chance to refer to his predecessors, time was lost little by little, it was dark in a blink of an eye, Zhou Qiao was still alone in the Wu Temple, Yang Qian was guarding outside, his body had become numb and stiff on the outside, but the itching in his body was getting more and more serious, and he couldn't control it during this time and scratched his bloody arm;

Sure enough, what the high priest said was right, when he saw the blood, his body became more and more uncontrollable, and I am afraid that it would not last for seventy-two hours, so Zhou Qiao would have to scratch himself to death;

Just when he was thoughtless, he remembered what his grandfather said to him when he was a child, "Chasing corpses, Miao Jiang Gu poison, and witchcraft are different in the formation of spells, but they are the same kind of existence at the root, but they have their own strengths..."

"The main thing to deal with is the corpse of the dead, Miao Jiang Gu poison acts on the living, the root of witchcraft accounts for half of it, and the use of spells and a certain medium to achieve both yin and yang control"

Zhou Qiao thought about this sentence repeatedly, remembering that the high priest had planted a blood curse before touching his body, thinking that the formation of the blood curse should be related to rituals and curses, Zhou Qiao carefully recalled the high priest's every move, and referred to his own family tradition, as well as the solution to the Gu;

The content on the bamboo slip pondered repeatedly, and finally had eyebrows, Zhou Qiao's hands made the same special gesture as the high priest, trying to let the air flow on his body converge in his eyes, and soon his eyes were bloodshot, a blood red, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be soaked in blood.

He began to silently recite the incantation on the bamboo slip in his mouth, the whole person exuded a strong evil aura, and the temperature around him plummeted a lot in an instant, if you look closely, you will find that the blood spots on his body are fading little by little, and the surrounding air flow seems to be summoned, and begins to instill into Zhou Qiao's body, and finally converges in Zhou Qiao's eyes;

An hour later, Zhou Qiao's eyes gradually turned pure black, and it took another hour to return to their normal color, and then the blood curse was completely solved, it turned out that the blood curse was to use some kind of powerful resentful spirit to repeatedly sacrifice with a vicious curse, and it would be integrated with his own essence and blood, and after success, a terrible blood curse would be formed;

The caster uses the energy of the five elements of yin and yang as a medium, planting it into the body of the human body under his desire, and uses the resentful spirit as a guide to give birth to its essence and blood, and finally uses his own yang energy as a channel, supplemented by a spell to make its essence and blood break out of the shell on its own, so as to launch a curse...... This is the legendary "Blood Curse"!

The method of solving the spell is to gather the yin and yang qi of the whole body in the eyes, as the so-called human beings are born with three fires, which are known as yang fire, and there is a way that the yang fire is not extinguished, and the yin and evil are not afraid, which means that as long as the three fires on the human body are not extinguished, the general yin and evil things cannot get close to themselves.

Those who were put on the body by the ghost were because the yang fire on the body was extinguished in one or two places, and if the three fires were extinguished, people would not be able to live, which shows the importance of yang fire! Zhou Qiao used the yang fire on his body to repeatedly sacrifice his eyes with the witchcraft spell on the bamboo slip until his eyes returned to their original state, and then lifted the blood curse!

"Brother Zhou, are you okay?" When Yang Qian saw Zhou Qiao walking out of the Witch Temple, he hurriedly ran forward with a worried face.

"I'm fine, but I've suffered a lot this time...... Fortunately, the result is good, and it finally lives up to expectations! “