He's not cultivating Vajra Demon Suppression, how can a good person vomit blood!

"Is it ······?" Wang Changsheng had a bad premonition in his heart, he hurriedly took off his clothes and carefully checked his body.

Soon, Wang Changsheng found a black pattern on his left wrist.

"Witchcraft," Wang Changsheng's face sank when he saw this.

He had heard that the Witch Clan was skilled in the art of curses, and that they could cast spells and kill people from thousands of miles away.

Wang Changsheng's current situation seems to have fallen into witchcraft, and as for what kind of witchcraft it is, he doesn't know.

If Wu Ling'er wanted to kill him, there was no need to kill him that day, thinking about it, Wang Changsheng suspected that his vomiting of blood had something to do with the white-haired old woman, and as for the other party's motives, he didn't know.

Wang Changsheng looked at the black pattern on his wrist, and after a little thought, he got up and walked out of the inn.

Wang Changsheng went to several bookstores and bought some classics introducing the Wu clan.

Back in the room, Wang Changsheng took out these classics and looked through them.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng was holding a thick book in his hand, and his right hand stopped on a certain page, and there was a black pattern on the page, exactly the same as the one on his wrist, and there was a text next to it.

Septic, one of the secret techniques of the witch clan, the caster's cultivation must be higher than the victim, once the spell is successful, there will be an extra black mark on the victim's wrist, and the blood in his body will turn black with the passage of time, and the black pattern will also swim away, when the black pattern reaches the victim's chest, the victim will die, note that the person who has been hit by the septic, his cultivation will also decline with the passage of time.

The method of resolving the septic blood technique, first, kill the caster, second, the victim's cultivation is rapidly improved, surpassing the caster, and third, the cultivator who is a big level higher than the caster's cultivation can also be resolved by casting a spell to expel the black pattern.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng frowned, the white-haired old woman was at least in the middle stage of the Yudan, and it might even be in the late stage of the Yudan, with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to kill the white-haired old woman, he failed to impact the Dan, and he would not be able to impact the Dan period within ten years, as for asking the Yuanying monk to make a move, it was even more fantastical.

Wang Changsheng finished reading the rest of the classics, but he didn't find any other way to resolve the septic technique.

Wang Changsheng thought for a while, pushed open the door and walked out.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, but the city was brightly lit.

After Wang Changsheng went to the bookstore to buy a map of the Chu State, he took advantage of the night to leave the Fang Market.

Back then, the black witch could determine Wu Ling'er's approximate location in thousands of miles with a few drops of Wu Ling'er's blood, since the white-haired old woman could perform the blood defeat spell on Wang Changsheng, she may not be able to track Wang Changsheng's location, for the sake of safety, Wang Changsheng did not dare to stay in Fang City, and hurriedly left overnight.

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A month later, the Xuanjin Mountains on the border between the Chu and Qi states.

A white light flew from the distant sky and landed in front of a dense forest hidden by thick fog in the depths of the Xuanjin Mountain Range.

The white light flickered, revealing Wang Changsheng's figure.

Compared with a month ago, Wang Changsheng's aura was much weaker, his face was pale, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

In this month, Wang Changsheng went to many markets and asked many experienced alchemists, but no one could resolve the blood septic technique, and his cultivation also fell from the Great Perfection of Foundation Building to the Early Stage of Foundation Building.

According to Wang Changsheng's estimate, if he couldn't find a solution, in more than a month, his whole person would turn into a pool of black blood.

In fact, Wang Changsheng had considered giving up his physical body and taking away the body of a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, but he didn't dare to guarantee that this method would definitely be able to resolve the blood septic technique, and Wang Changsheng didn't intend to give up his physical body to take away others unless he had to.

Wang Changsheng took out a transmission note, whispered a few words, and threw it into the dense forest in front of him.

A moment later, the dense forest in front of him turned into a thick fog like a phantom, and then the thick fog rolled for a while, revealing a passage that was a few feet wide.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng walked in without hesitation.

The passage was relatively long, Wang Changsheng walked hundreds of meters, and saw a huge valley extending in all directions, with many shops built in the valley and a large number of immortal cultivators walking on the streets.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded and walked forward.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to stop in front of a three-story attic.

Baidan Pavilion is the name of this shop, and from time to time there are immortal cultivators coming in and out, which is very lively.

"This senior, is there anything I can do to help you?" As soon as Wang Changsheng walked into the store, a green-shirted attendant greeted him and said with a smile on his face.

Wang Changsheng's face was pale, and anyone could see that he had a physical problem.

"Is your shopkeeper here, take me to see him," Wang Changsheng said straight to the point.

"The shopkeeper is on the third floor, senior, please come with me," the green-shirted attendant nodded and led Wang Changsheng up to the third floor.

Walking up to the third floor, Wang Changsheng saw a woman in a blue dress in her early thirties talking with two middle-aged men, one tall and one short.

"Mrs. Chen, let's get the goods in a few days," the tall middle-aged man said with his fists clenched, and after speaking, he and the short and fat man raised their feet and walked downstairs.

When the two of them passed by Wang Changsheng's side, they looked at Wang Changsheng twice.

"This fellow Daoist, but you want to buy a healing pill?" the woman in the blue dress hurriedly stepped up to greet her, and said to Wang Changsheng with a smile on her face.

"Do you have any elixir here to cure the Wu Clan's blood septic?" Wang Changsheng asked straight to the point.

"No?" said the woman in the blue dress, frowning, and shaking her head.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he looked a little disappointed, and turned around to leave.

"We have an elixir that can delay the onset of witchcraft, do you want to take a look," said the woman in the blue dress loudly.

"What elixir really works?" Wang Changsheng heard this, his expression moved, he turned around, and asked with some suspicion.

"Blood Transformation Pill, this Pill can indeed delay the onset of some witchcraft, as for whether it is useful for blood sepsis, the concubine does not dare to pack the ticket," the woman in the blue dress said with some uncertainty.

"How many spirit stones are in a bottle, bring me a bottle to try," Wang Changsheng sighed for a moment and said.

"Three hundred spirit stones for a bottle," the woman in the blue dress nodded, and with that, she flipped her right hand, and a white porcelain bottle appeared on the palm of her hand.

Wang Changsheng paid the spirit stone, took this bottle of blood pill and left.

Out of the Baidan Pavilion, Wang Changsheng went to a number of bookstores, bought some classics about the Wu clan, and by the way, he inquired about the efficacy of the Blood Transformation Pill, and confirmed that the woman in the blue dress was not lying, the Blood Transformation Pill can indeed delay the onset of some witchcraft, as for whether it has an effect on blood septica, no one dares to pack a ticket.

Wang Changsheng found an inn to live in, he sat cross-legged on the bed, took out the white porcelain bottle, poured out a purple pill the size of a mung bean, and swallowed it.

As soon as the pill was in his mouth, Wang Changsheng only felt bitter in his mouth.

For the next three days, Wang Changsheng stayed in the room and took the Blood Transformation Pill, expecting this Pill to delay the onset of the Blood Transformation Technique, but to his disappointment, the Blood Transformation Pill had no effect, his cultivation was still declining, and he would fall to the Qi Refining Period in a few days, and the black mark on his wrist also swam from his wrist to his shoulder, not far from his chest.

What made Wang Changsheng even more desperate was that he saw in a classic book that a person who was given a blood defeat by the Wu clan, even if he gave up his body and took the body of others, it was useless, and the black mark representing the blood septic technique would always follow him.