Yin mantra descending mantra.

At this time, Jiang Liu almost naturally remembered this yin evil spell. This comes from the spell of the old demon of the black coffin, the mysterious power of the curse of the owner.

However, the last time he experimented with the Yellow Candle Old Monster as a curse object, he did not get any feedback, which made Jiang Liu quite disappointed.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this spell should be good as well, but he had not yet discovered its power. Perhaps, as an old monster, he has a weird yellow candle and has the ability to resist spells.

This time, he decided to switch opponents. There is no doubt that Yin Tianpeng, whose name he has just learned, is the best target.

As soon as he thought of it, the true yuan on Jiang Liu's body suddenly flowed in a strange line, and the whole person exuded an eerie and evil aura.

In front of his eyes, a tomb in black and white appeared in a trance. Compared to the last time, this tomb is a little different.

Layer by layer, the mountains are stacked, showing the pattern of terraces, unfolding in front of his eyes. As far as the eye can see, there are patches and rows of cemeteries.

Sen Ran, the mysterious atmosphere made Jiang Liu's breathing stagnate slightly. This evil magic is really exciting, like a big scene of making a supernatural movie in a previous life, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

On the top of the grave, some of them fluttered white strips of paper, some were burning half-broken yellow paper, some were born with green, blood, or black hair, and some were born with half of a strange body that seemed to be a puppet, fluttering in the wind, swaying from side to side.

All kinds of mysteries, making people tremble, evil and terrible.

After glancing at it, Jiang Liu took a slight breath and began to call Yin Tianpeng's name, informing the object of this curse to the mysterious scene in front of him.

"Yin Tianpeng!"

"Yin Tianpeng!!"

"Yin Tianpeng !!"

“······”

Suddenly, in front of this borderless cemetery, countless echoes appeared, as if countless voices were calling the name at the same time.

Jiang Liu squinted, knowing that it was a conjuring sound, and the curse began to take effect. Compared to the last time, the spell he cast was obviously more perfect, and this cursed land was more like an evil real world.

Sure enough, the three black-haired graves in front of him in the next second exploded, turning into green flames and burning.

At the same time, in the depths of the Kunyin Palace.

Watching Yin Ming leave, Yin Tianpeng's eyes flickered, and finally he exhaled a long breath, his expression solemn and serious.

If it wasn't a last resort, he didn't want to give up the foundation he had been fighting for hundreds of years. But in recent days, the strength of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect shocked him.

The giant palm that suddenly appeared on the battlefield made him tremble even more.

The two phases are superimposed, such a sect, the chance that he can defeat the other party is too small. Even, he was wondering why he had waited so long, and the other party hadn't come to the door.

"With the strength of that giant palm master, it only takes a few breaths, and everything that the Kunyin Palace has operated for hundreds of years will probably come to naught. ”

His eyes flickered, and Yin Tianpeng's mood couldn't be calm.

The giant palm overturned the worldview that he had built up with great difficulty in his life, making him feel extremely shocked and frightened, and even caused trauma to his soul, which he could not forget, and felt powerless and humble.

Even, he was fantasizing about what posture he should use to show his surrender if the other party appeared in front of him, in order to show his heart.

In his infancy, he didn't want to die at such a young age, he was only a few steps away from stepping into the out-of-body period and had a better future.

Suddenly, Yin Tianpeng's whole body shook, and the candles around him fluctuated violently.

"What is this ?!!?"

His pupils constricted, his breathing was short, and he looked down at his body in fear between his eyes, and on his limbs, countless fine black hairs suddenly appeared, followed by his body.

The dense black hair rushed out of the pores, and at the same time, the true yuan and spiritual power of his body were also rapidly fading.

"Cursed !!"

"Someone is cursing me!!"

Yin Tianpeng's eyes widened, and he was shocked to the extreme.

Such a detrimental method is often disgraced by the world. It's weird, it's hard to prevent, and it's a sharp weapon for cultivators.

At the same time, this method also has rare and precious properties. On weekdays, it's hard to see at all, and even if someone owns it, it's just a scrap of words, and it's impossible to practice at all.

"Damn!!Qianyang Sect Yang Method, I didn't learn it at all!!"

"You can't resist such evil spells!"

Yin Tianpeng roared in fear and anger.

He watched as black hair grew all over his body, and the true yuan spirit was rapidly fading and becoming weak.

In just a dozen breaths, it was a monster with black hair all over its body, and it couldn't see its original appearance, only a heavy wheezing sound echoed.

In the Sword Palace of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect.

Jiang Liu stopped cursing, and the burning of the three tombs caused two-thirds of the true yuan in his body to be emptied.

After a long breath, there was a smile in his eyes.

"Yes, this time I feel very strong, sure enough, this kind of yin evil spell has experience in casting spells, the more you use it, the more skilled you will be, and the more powerful it should be. ”

"Take a break, recover the true element, and continue tomorrow!"

Easily put away the evil arts, Jiang Liu meditated cross-legged.

In the Kunyin Palace, Yin Tianpeng gasped, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that this spell had stopped.

"I'm not dead!!"

"The curse has stopped!"

After his whole body trembled, he hurriedly meditated and quickly entered the recovery cultivation. In the face of this kind of yin and evil spell, which cannot be prevented, he feels deep fear in his heart.

After the operation of Zhenyuan and the consumption of a lot of energy, Yin Tianpeng was exhausted, so he took off all the black hair.

It wasn't until the next morning that he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At noon, his body suddenly shook again.

"No!!Why is it here again?!"

He looked down in horror, only to see that this time, instead of black hair, blood-colored hair, sharp and hard as steel needles, accompanied by intense pain.

"Ahhhh

"Who is it, who is cursing me!?"

Yin Tianpeng shouted, watching himself turn into a blood-haired monster again, the pain all over his body seemed to be torn apart, and the sweat on his body fell like rain.

This time, a dozen more breaths, and the curse dissipated again.

"I'm alive again!"

With a trembling voice, Yin Tianpeng said with difficulty.

He hurried up and dispersed the blood hair on his body again, and vomited blood again and again.

Day 3, the same time.

Jiang Liu smiled on his face, he was already familiar with the curse, entered the black and white cemetery, and told Yin Tianpeng the name of the three words, thinking about his origin, address, and identity in his heart.

Then, the three mounds with paper figures turned into green flames and burned, accompanied by high-pitched screams, and the curse began again.

In the Kunyin Palace, Yin Tianpeng roared, and his whole body trembled.

He looked down at his arms and legs, twisted into a twisted shape and in the shape of vines, in pain.

"Damn!!Why is it here again?!"