The seventh mountain of the Immortal Ancient Dao Sect is majestic and endless, on the top of that mountain, in a cave, Zhang Daoxian listened to the report of a servant in front of him, his eyes showed a contemplative look, and said: "When you first came, you faced Cang Jiuxiao, and offended a deacon in the core area?

Deacon Wei Hu has an extreme personality and is used to dominating the core disciple area, as soon as you Wei Xiaobao came, you slapped him in the face in front of all the disciples, hehe, he will not give up. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Daoxian's eyes showed curiosity, as if he was expecting Wei Xiaobao's action.

At the same time, halfway up the seventh mountain, in the core disciple area, in the cave mansion, the aura of the spiritual spring is getting less and less, almost not at all, which makes Yueru's little face extremely bitter, but Wei Xiaobao is not worried at all, and he closes his eyes on the stone platform alone to comprehend.

"Hehe, one day of participating in the Fa, I have already realized a little, so I will use you Wei Hu Deacon to try my second spiritual power, right?" Suddenly, when his eyes opened, Wei Xiaobao's eyes showed a strange and indifferent smile, and as he spoke, he reached out and took out a handful of straw that Yueru had prepared before, and in a deep groan, he looked at the direction of Deacon Wei Hu's cave in the distance, and a sneer appeared in his eyes.

"Wei Hu, you use your status as a deacon to abuse your power and cut off the supply of spiritual springs in my cave mansion, and I can't fight with you directly on the other side, otherwise you will commit the following offense and violate the rules of the Seventh Mountain of the Immortal Ancient Dao Sect, heh, do you really think that this is the case, I can't help you?" If Wei Xiaobao is young and vigorous, impulsively looking for Wei Hu Cave Mansion, and making a big fuss in front of all the core disciples, it may cause all the disciples to be restless for a while, but in the end, the unlucky person must be himself.

But Wei Xiaobao didn't do that, he sat on the stone platform alone, absorbing the aura, he began to fiddle with the straw in his hand, and not long after, the straw was woven into a small straw man by Wei Xiaobao, looking at its appearance, it was not very fine, as if it was just an ordinary ugly straw man.

"Unexpectedly, my second kind of spiritual supernatural power is actually a curse? With the level of my current comprehension, it is not enough to exert great power, but it is still possible to deal with cultivators whose strength is weaker than me, or similar, after all, this supernatural power comes from the spiritual power of the alien fire. When he whispered to himself, Wei Xiaobao's body shook, and he took out a black hair in his left hand, and the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness suddenly gushed out, attaching to the black hair, making it flutter without wind.

Immediately after, Wei Xiaobao recalled in his mind the various methods of cursing supernatural powers, and after several attempts, he reluctantly linked the hair attached to spiritual power with the scarecrow held in his right hand, and the next moment, Wei Xiaobao's eyes revealed a dark light, and on the hair connected to the scarecrow and attached to the spiritual power, a knot was abruptly tied up?

"Well, yes, although I have only a preliminary understanding, some superficial understanding, but it should also be able to have some effect, I don't know what will happen to Deacon Wei? Wei Xiaobao looked at the sudden darkness in front of him, like a scarecrow dyed with ink, and muttered.

In the past ten days, Wei Xiaobao has not left the cave, Yueru has not commanded, and she did not dare to go out without permission, but more than ten days have passed, and Wei Xiaobao still has not made any non-specific requirements for her, which makes Yueru breathe a sigh of relief, but somehow she is faintly a little lost in her heart, as if she has not found the sense of existence that a beauty should have?

For more than ten days, the aura in the cave became thinner and thinner, and even the spiritual spring gradually showed signs of exhaustion. But Wei Xiaobao was not flustered, he still meditated during the day every day, only at night when Yueru was asleep, listening to the even breathing of the woman in the compartment, whenever this time, Wei Xiaobao would weave a scarecrow with his own hands, on top of the straw man, into a strand of black hair, and then tie a knot on the hair with his own hands.

On the fifteenth day and night, the moon and stars were scarce, Wei Xiaobao sat on the stone platform, and tied a knot on the black hair that blended with a straw man, and the next moment, in the hum, there seemed to be an invisible strange power appearing, and the hair was swaying without wind, and the scarecrow instantly became pitch black.

"It's been more than ten days, my understanding of this supernatural power, although there has been progress, but it is still just a surface, the inheritance of this curse supernatural power, like a talisman, ever-changing, broad and profound, once the cultivation reaches a high level, even if it is thousands of miles away, without the other party's personal things, it can also unfold a curse, curse and kill the enemy. Even if this technique is successful, it can curse the heavens and the earth to wither, and it can make the mountains and rivers live forever, I still need to slowly realize, I hope you can protect the deacon, and you can persist for a longer time, so that I have the opportunity to continue to study. Looking at the fifteen scarecrows as black as ink placed on the stone platform in front of him, as well as the black hair fluttering without wind, Wei Xiaobao said strangely, and then closed his eyes cross-legged, meditated silently to absorb the aura, and only began to comprehend the immortal formula until dawn.

At the same time, in Wei Xiaobao's place, when the fifteenth day in the cave was spent peacefully, Deacon Wei Hu was there, but the days were like years, he was extremely depressed, even manic, suspicious all day long, and he was careful no matter what he did, but it was inevitable that in just half a month, his body was not very strong, but now he was even thinner, and even the gray hair on his head suddenly increased a lot, as if all of a sudden, the years made him old.

Even his expression is in a trance most of the time, but all this is because he has been so unlucky recently that everything is not going well, and at first he only thought it was a coincidence, but when this kind of thing happened one after another, not only himself, but even some friends around him, the core disciples who had been flattering and flattering themselves also saw him, and their expressions immediately changed, as if they had met an evil ghost, and they ran away, because many people gradually found that they were close to Wei Hu, and they were also unlucky. Although the incident did not cause a sensation, at least it spread among his friends.

"No, there must be someone who calculates the poor road, the old man can't sit still, he has to go to the top of the mountain to ask the elders. Today, Wei Hu finally couldn't bear it, Huo Ran got up, his eyes showed ruthlessness and decisiveness, and he wanted to go to the top of the mountain to find the elders to help take a look, what was going on with him?

But as soon as he took a step, he pounced, fell to the ground, and when he got up in embarrassment, his head was bleeding and he was in a mess, his face was hideous, and he roared hysterically: "How can this be true? Why is all this? Poor Dao is a fairy, and he can fall down when he walks?"

With an incredulous, even more shocking, Wei Hu stumbled out of the cave, shuttled through the core disciple area, and went straight to the top of the mountain, along the way, those core disciples who usually flattered him when they saw him, greeted him warmly and respectfully, but as if they had seen a ghost, they turned around and ran, as if they were afraid that once they took a step slower, bad luck would befall them.

"What are you running? Poor Dao can still eat you, ah, no~~~. Looking at the performance of the core disciples, Wei Hu roared angrily, and one of them tripped over a stone.

"Hey! Deacon Wei Hu has been around for half a month, I don't know what's wrong, as if he is possessed by bad luck, just like a god of decay, a strong immortal, he can fall down even if he walks, it's really weird. Many core disciples looked at Wei Hu and pointed at them, and discussed them in a low voice one by one, curious.

"God, why do you do this to me?" Seeing the expressions of the disciples, Wei Hu became more and more sad and hateful, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, with hysteria, his eyes were red and angry, this roar, as if he was very indignant about his fate in the past half a month, in a hurry, he kicked towards the stone on the road ahead, the stone was not big, and he could easily crush it with his cultivation, but suddenly somehow? There was actually a strong wind blowing, this wind came strangely, just swept around Wei Hu, forming a small tornado, Wei Hu was stunned, everyone was stunned, but saw that the stone, swept up by the wind, boom, and smashed on Wei Hu's head, Wei Hu screamed.

"Hey! This Deacon Wei Hu is really unlucky to get home, no, the farther away the better, Wei Hu is fiercer than a tiger, and you must avoid it when you see it. When the disciples saw this scene, their bodies trembled, and they only felt a trace of cool air on the soles of their feet, so they hurriedly ran away without looking back.

Wei Hu's face was extremely pale, and the whole person seemed to have lost the courage to ask the sky, and along the way, he walked more carefully towards the top of the mountain, and gradually he left the core disciple area and climbed to the top of the seventh mountain.

"Haha, the immortals can also trip over branches, ridiculous, Senior Brother Wei Hu, what are you?"

"Deacon Liu, you just came out of retreat this morning, you don't know anything, listen to the poor Dao's advice, don't go over, this Deacon Wei Hu has recently committed bad luck, like an evil spirit, not only himself has been unlucky, even the people who are close to him have also been unlucky, this matter is true. ”

Seven or eight days ago, Deacon Wang, who was close to him and was guarding the inner disciple area, was invited by him to participate in the Dao Dharma, but somehow, both of them fell into the quagmire. ”

"What is this, three days ago, the old man even saw with his own eyes, Wei Hu walked over from the back, flirting with a female disciple in the inner door, the disciple was hot, slender and colorful, just looking at the back, it was very eye-catching, but when he turned his head, it was a pockmarked face, his eyes were crooked, and he was ugly to death. ”

"Oh, the seventh mountain of my Immortal Ancient Dao Sect, there is such an ugly girl, what happened before?"

"What do you know? This has nothing to do with the ugly girl, it is Wei Hu's own bad luck, after some inquiry by the old man, I learned that the female disciple is a first-class beauty, but recently she has been practicing a technique to change her body and appearance, and she studied hard every day, and she happened to be bumped into by Wei Hu. ”

"Hey, in this way, this Wei Hu is really hopeless, it's really unlucky, hey!"

Such remarks sounded for the first time when Wei Hu climbed to the top of the mountain, these Tianjiao disciples who lived on the top of the mountain, or the deacons and elders, were not as afraid of Wei Hu as the core disciples and inner disciples, even if they thought about it in their hearts, they didn't dare to talk about it. When they saw the maintenance, they immediately discussed, one by one with disgust, how far to run, talking as they ran, this scene looked as if Wei Hu was a bad star, everyone else?

Wei Hu got up, and he didn't dare to get angry with the deacons, elders, and Tianjiao disciples, so he could only look at the sky blankly, he felt that he must have offended the masters? Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this, no one knew better than himself in his own heart, the things these people said were only a small part, and in the past half a month, there were too many unlucky things that happened to him.

Wei Hu still remembered that a few days ago, he was almost choked to death several times even when he was drinking tea. So much so that he has now given up the noble hobby of tea tasting, but fortunately, he is a heavenly immortal, he can open the valley, and he can't die without drinking water or eating, so that he can always live.

"Damn, don't let the poor Dao catch you, Elder, the elder must have a way to help me, there must be a way. Wei Hu was stunned, staggering towards an elder cave mansion who was familiar with him. This time, he saw the elder, and the elder couldn't see why.

In the end, he just told Wei Hu: "Poor Dao is helpless, think for yourself, who have you offended? This is a bit similar to the witchcraft of the Wu clan, but it is completely different in nature.

The old man helped you to see it, and after some calculations, although there was no result, he had tried his best, and he was also benevolent and righteous to you, so you quickly left the poor road cave mansion, saved bad luck, and fell on my head. ”

This elder's words made Wei Hu almost desperate, but he didn't dare to go against his words, and a person with a pale face and a lost soul returned to the core disciple area, heading towards his cave mansion, and along the way, he fell down more than a dozen times inexplicably, and each time he broke his head and bleed.

"Hey, am I going to hide in the cave from now on and never go out?" Wei Hu's face was full of despair, with a hint of horror, he returned to his cave, and he was suddenly stunned.

He was about to scold, but he heard the core disciples surrounding him, who were discussing a lot, and then he realized that it was the place where his cave was located, and there was too much spiritual energy from the main vein, and somehow, this spiritual spring suddenly went berserk, and under the rush, the cave and the formation collapsed, and all the disciples were secretly speechless.

"This Wei Hu Deacon is so unlucky?" the disciples muttered to themselves in shock.

Looking at the cave that had become a ruin, Wei Hu sat on the ground with his butt and cried, ignoring the image of his immortals, gradually, many disciples shook their heads and left, in the ruins of this cave, only Wei Hu was alone, with despair, with horror, and his eyes were dull thinking. Now the elders can't help it, the Seventh Mountain Sect and Dao Ancestor will not care about him as a little person.

Everything can only rely on himself, Wei Hu is a heavenly immortal after all, and gradually calmed down, secretly thinking about who he has sinned, to be honest, he has offended a lot of people over the years.

But there aren't many people who can connect with what has happened recently?

Wei Hu was frightened and worried: "Who is it? Who has the poor Dao offended?"

At the same time, in the dark night, Wei Xiaobao was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform of the cave mansion, using his more and more skillful curse magic power to dye the sixteenth straw man who fused Wei's hair black, and his eyes were gloomy

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