The original flesh and blood body has now turned into a vine-like and distorted appearance under the power of this inexplicable curse.

This made Yin Tianpeng feel even more desperate in fear, and his face turned green.

He had never seen such a curse, and most of the conventional curse methods were to lead the way with three incense sticks, or to make people unlucky for a while, or to act slowly, and to think like a chicken.

But as he was now, the spell that directly attacked the main body, and the extremely strong curse, made him feel terrified.

For three days in a row, three different curse situations, each of which made him unable to resist and helpless.

Moreover, there is a growing trend!

"It's the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, it must be them!"

Yin Tianpeng roared again and again, already terrified to the extreme.

In the depths of this Kunyin Palace, he was alone, and no one noticed. Coupled with the curse in his body, this loneliness, the feeling of despair made him as helpless as if he had fallen into the abyss.

With the curse added, his body became wrinkled, withered, and corrupt, his skin was like an old vine, his face was like a wood carving, and after a dozen breaths, only his eyeballs could still move slightly.

He was transformed into a puppet-like monstrosity, his lower body twisted into a chassis, erected on the ground.

"Hey, hea. ”

The teeth touched, the throat trembled slightly, and it was only possible to make such a sound.

The true element of divine consciousness is even more locked, unable to move, unable to contact people from the outside world to help.

Yin Tianpeng was extremely scared at this moment. The old monster in his infancy was so helpless and powerless.

As before, the curse lasted only a dozen breaths before it ended. But this time, he could only wait for Zhenyuan to recover on its own to dissolve this strange body, and the effect was getting weaker and weaker.

On the fourth day, Yin Tianpeng was cursed again, and he wanted to scold his mother angrily.

This time, strange white flotsams were born all over the body, fluttering in the wind, like the grave of the deceased.

On the fifth day, the curse came again.

Yin Tianpeng was numb, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have become the object of testing evil methods, and he was encountering different curses every day.

The person who casts the spell controls the strength very accurately, and every time he is powerless, reaching the brink of death, but he does not let him die, he is just torturing.

"It's too much!!"

He cursed in his heart, angry and terrified.

How can such an evil method be defended? Without a yang spell, people who do not have a deep understanding of the curse are powerless to resist it.

It's just yin, shameless to the extreme!

The Great Wilderness Sword Sect, in the Sword Palace.

Jiang Liu was full of interest at this time, and the experiment of the Yin Mantra Head Lowering Technique became more and more felt. Even on the sixth day, he could vaguely see the figure of the cursed object.

The whole body is like a sculpture twisted into vines, and white paper flutters on the chest, abdomen, and limbs, and there are strange black hair and blood hair mixed in it.

This is Yin Tianpeng, who is now extremely weak, to the point of dying.

"It's miserable!"

Jiang Liu sighed lightly, but he didn't feel the slightest shamelessness of his yin damage, but was even more excited, which meant that the Yin Spell Head Lowering Technique was really useful.

On this day, he burned three graves with huge wreaths in front of them.

Then, Yin Tianpeng suddenly trembled, his withered mouth opened wide, he let out a miserable scream, the flames on his forehead burned, and a green scar with the word "Lay" appeared, which was extremely gloomy.

On the seventh day, the river burned the grave with strange branches.

On the top of Yin Tianpeng's head, a small bare tree with only branches grew, rooted in his skull, absorbing the essence vitality of his whole body.

On the eighth day, three graves fluttering yellow paper coins burned.

Around Yin Tianpeng, the yellow paper was like a sharp knife, cutting his withered and immobile body.

On the ninth day, Jiang Liu just wanted to cast a curse again, but suddenly his whole body was shocked, and he sighed softly, extremely regretful.

"Cursed?"

"I still want to continue experimenting, in the black and white fantasy world, there are still many weird graves, I haven't tried it!"

In the depths of the Kunyin Palace, the candle that was originally burning steadily suddenly went out.

In the darkness, through the weak light, he could see Yin Tianpeng, who had turned into a vine wood carving, surrounded by strange and gloomy things, his eyes had been closed, and there was no breath coming out.

Even, under the inscription in front of the forehead, there was a decayed, corrupt, and dried up little yuanying, whose whole body was gray and white, like a stone.

For eight days, one curse a day, Yin Tianpeng, who had the strength of the late Yuan Infant, finally couldn't support it anymore and was cursed to death.

Until he died, he didn't know who was the murderer, let alone the target of surrender and surrender. Because of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, it is only fifty miles in front of the Kunyin Palace.

They are slowing down, digesting, encroaching on the territory they occupy.

In the Sword Palace.

Jiang Liu held the black coffin in his right hand, frowning and thinking.

Since the Yin Mantra Head Lowering Technique has proved its power, what is the useful effect of the Six Yin Sacrifice Soul Sutra on the wall of this black coffin?

He began to try, first placing the black coffin in front of him.

Then, according to the scriptures on the wall of the black coffin, slowly recited out. Suddenly, a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.

Inside the black coffin, there was a dense breath that came out, trembling slightly.

There are many flaws in the scriptures, but when Jiang Liu reads them, they will go with the flow, but they are strangely self-complete, so that he has no hindrance.

That's the passive effect.

The sound of the chanting of the scriptures did not dissipate for a while, but echoed in the palace. Gradually, a mysterious force shuttles through space and extends to unknown places.

In the Kunyin Palace, Yin Tianpeng's dead and withered body suddenly trembled slightly, twisted and disappeared.

The next moment, his body lay straight in the black coffin.

Jiang Liu blinked and stopped chanting the scripture with a strange expression.

"What does this mean? Teleportation?"

Teleporting the dead person into this black coffin seems to be a strange teleportation array, very magical and mysterious, but after thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be of any use.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the lid of the black coffin was closed, completely shielding Yin Tianpeng.

After thinking about it, Jiang Liu summoned his disciples.

"Send an order to the Jindan elders on the front line, ordering them to immediately launch a general attack and completely solve the battle in Kunyin Palace!"

"Yes, Master!"

The disciple bowed respectfully, and then quickly disappeared in front of him.

Yin Tianpeng was cursed to death by him like this, and the pace of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect's progress could no longer be stopped, and Jiang Liu naturally set his sights elsewhere.

Waiting for the complete unification of the Xishan belt, that wisp of ethereal luck may be more specific and show its effect.

And when the Great Wilderness Sword Sect becomes one of the five behemoths in this mountain range, a greater challenge and a more realistic world will also be displayed in front of Jiang Liu.

Everything, for Jiang Liu, has just begun.

After rubbing the jade figure in his hand a few times, Jiang Liu's divine consciousness was connected.

There are still a lot of messages, and he swept them all at a glance, and all the messages signed by Sanhua Dao people were deleted, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

On the contrary, it was the guy surnamed Ji, who was jointly nicknamed Hexi Zhenren, with the body of Fan, Gou Wannian and others, who didn't know when to get on the line, and proposed to establish a common communication node to facilitate mutual discussion.

Jiang Liu blinked his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this a chat room?"

It was funny, but the river was still swept away, and he didn't care, and he didn't reply to the message.