After Zuo Chang and the holy woman finished breakfast, they sat on the steps and looked at the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard.

The saint seemed to enjoy the silence in front of her, the corners of her mouth raised, and her sitting posture seemed casual.

At this moment, a man also wearing a black robe walked slowly with his hands behind his back. The guard standing at the door saw the coming, and bowed his head in greeting, looking unusually respectful.

Zuo Chang raised his eyes and found that this person actually had fifteen realm cultivations!

The black-robed elder walked up to him and said, "You are Beethoven?" ”

The Holy Maiden, frowning slightly.

It's not that the person in front of him has broken the peace, but that the smell of incense powder on this black-robed elder is extremely strong, and it can't even be described as rich, it's simply greasy.

Zuo Chang also had doubts, he got up and said, "I am, who is the senior?" ”

"Morrison, the ...... of the Biqier clan Black-robed elder. ”

As Morrison spoke, he removed the hood from his head.

A real face with a knife and axe was exposed in front of Zuo Chang's eyes, and Mr. Morrison didn't know what had happened, and there were several wriggling wounds on his face.

These wounds should not have been inflicted recently, and the flesh around the edges was not at all fresh, and even showed signs of decay.

At this time, Zuo Chang finally understood the reason why he rubbed incense powder.

He looked a little solemn and asked, "Are you cursed?" ”

Morrison nodded, "The curse of the primordial spirit." ”

“…… What? ”

The Primordial Spirit, of course Zuo Chang knew.

He pretended not to know, on the one hand, and did not understand why the Primordial Spirit cursed his followers.

Morrison put his hands behind his back, thought for a moment, and said, "The Bichier clan enshrine an ancient being, and that is the primordial spirit. The primordial spirit can be reincarnated, and I am extremely talented, and the elders of the clan try to use my body to contain the primordial spirit...... Finally, hehe, you see. ”

Zuo Chang nodded slowly: "This is after the defeat...... Uh, side effects? ”

"Yes."

Morrison's face looks like he is only about forty years old.

But Zuo Chang's intuition believed that the true age of this person might be more than one hundred years old - a powerhouse in the fifteenth realm, it would not be a problem to live for three or five hundred years.

Morrison got straight to the point and continued: "I saw you make a move earlier, and you seem to have an extremely powerful purification technique? I've been getting worse lately, and my wounds are rotting much faster than ever, to the point where I have to cut my flesh every day...... Beethoven, can you use your purification on me and see if it works? ”

"It's a gesture."

Zuo Chang did not refuse, but there were some things that had to be said.

"Senior Morrison, you are an expert, and you will not be unaware of some basic information. Still, I think it's my duty to explain to you that purification is a powerful means of killing evil spirits, curses, or ghosts, and if the curse is deeply rooted in your heart and connected to your numerology, then purification is likely to kill you along with the curse. ”

Morrison nodded calmly: "Don't worry, I've been fighting against the curse." The influence of the primordial spirit on me has not yet penetrated into numerology. ”

"So ......"

Zuo Chang returned to the room and took the sword.

After that, the Yang Sword was directly opened, and the whole person shone brightly!

"Huh?!"

As soon as the Yang Sword Light was wielded, just shining brightly, Morrison immediately let out a cry of pain. Wisps of black smoke emerged from his bare wounds, and he shivered with pain!

But instead of taking a step back, he showed an extremely excited, extremely shining gaze.

"It works."

The same thought came to the minds of the three people present at the same time.

The least surprising of these is Zuo Chang.

What kind of cow and horse is the primordial spirit? His Yang Sword form was given by the Celestials, and it was only natural that it could take effect on the curse of the Primordial Spirit!

Morrison, on the other hand.

Morrison tried his best to restrain the tremor of his body, he stood up straight and opened his arms as if to embrace the Light: "It works!" Effective! Beethoven, what do you want? Do you want to promote the potion of the Twelve Realms? I'll give it to you! ”

Zuo Chang's face was pious, really like a god and Buddha: "I have already said it, it is a matter of effort." ”

Start going round and round!

Zuo Chang surrounded Morrison, and the long sword in his hand rained down.

Every time the blade fell, it could cut out a thick puff of black smoke, mixed with an indescribable stench and soaring into the sky. The saint stood nearby, feeling only that she was about to be pickled.

So, she took a step back.

Take a step back.

Morrison has never felt so refreshed!

No, it's not.

It hurts, indeed.

The curse of the Primordial Spirit is deeply ingrained and has been ingrained in him for more than a hundred and fifty years! Zuo Chang in the form of the Yang Sword cannot deal damage, but has a strong restraint effect on evil spirits.

His sword slashed at Morrison's body like throwing raw meat into a pan of oil, and the stinging and stabbing of torment rattled!

But after the pain, there is still a sense of relief.

Morrison clearly sensed that the influence of the Primordial Spirit on him was rapidly waning.

The sensation, which became more pronounced as the pain waned, did not need to look in the mirror, Morrison knew that his wound that would never heal was shrinking, and he was more "pure".

After five or six minutes of this, Zuo Chang stopped.

He shook his shoulders and said helplessly: "Senior, let's stop here today." My purification has lost its effect. ”

Morrison looked excited.

He raised his hand, used his mana to condense the smooth mirror, and looked at himself-

The horrific wounds on his face have now shrunk into a "line".

The real line is impossible to detect if you don't look closely.

He reached into his robe again and stroked his body carefully. If it was before today, he would have been stained with blood and mucus on his hands, although he had fifteen realms, his body was tattered, like a sewn rag doll.

But now, his fingertips were clean, and only a few bumps proved that the wounds were still there.

"Huh."

Morrison let out a sigh of relief and looked at Zuo Chang with great appreciation: "It's so good!" I've never met anyone more professional when it comes to purification! At the beginning, the Pope of the Time Church received 80 million from me, and it took half a year before and after, claiming to be able to cure my curse, but the result was that it only controlled the curse and did not worsen, and could not even alleviate my symptoms! And you-"

In just five minutes, Morrison returned to the early stage of the curse!

Morrison was extremely excited, and Zuo Changqiang resisted the desire to turn back and did not look at the saint's reaction.

He sheathed his sword and said, "Unfortunately, I can't eradicate your curse. ”

Morrison shook his head: "It's already good!" It's already good! Alas, my body has been occupied by the primordial spirit, and if it is not completely removed, I am afraid that the curse will not be able to break it - this is not a matter of purification, because what remains of the primordial spirit is not necessarily a curse. ”

Morrison rubbed his hands.

The more he looked at Zuo Chang, the more he liked it, and suddenly asked, "Beethoven, where are you now?" Biqier should take over Sky City, as one of the four elders of Biqier, I am short of one or two assistants, if you are interested, why don't you come and help me! ”

(End of chapter)