Chapter 93 Curse

The voice was very hoarse, and it was as sharp as a night owl, piercing into Xu Yang's mind like a steel needle.

Xu Yang only felt his temples jump suddenly, as if a great fear between life and death descended on him, and then there was a sharp pain in his head.

"Ah!!!"

Even if he was caught off guard and suffered such severe pain, he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

"Bang!!"

Then, his body couldn't help but stagger back, messing up the tables and chairs, and fell heavily to the ground. His limbs twitched, his face and features were distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Pain, pain, pain!

Unspeakable pain!

The soul seemed to be pierced by a steel needle, piercing through the head and the brain.

In the midst of the severe pain, the curse sounded in waves. Although it was with a strong dialect accent, Xu Yang could hear it very clearly, as if a carving knife was grasping words, and it was going to carve into his soul and flesh.

"I'll hit your head, and let your head split open and your soul be taken away!"

"I'll hit your body, and let you be torn into pieces!"

"..."

While cursing, I vaguely saw an old woman with white hair, holding a red-faced and white-soled embroidered shoe with her skinny hands like chicken claws, and slapping it hard on a straw man.

The man had three silver needles stuck in his head, and a small piece of red paper on his chest, with the seven words "Jinhua Guobei Ma Wencai" written on it.

The old woman grabbed the embroidered shoe, muttered something in her mouth, and cursed continuously. Every time she cursed, she slapped the embroidered shoe down and hit the straw man hard.

"Ah!!!"

When she hit Xu Yang with the sole of the shoe, the pain was even more severe, and he even flipped his body in pain, and then hit the bed and hugged his head tightly.

A great martial arts master, an old monster who has experienced three lives and thousands of years of wind and rain, is actually behaving so badly at this moment?

It was so unbearable!

Because such pain directly affects the soul.

It was not physical pain, but mental pain. The pain of the soul would not be numb, and it could not be suppressed. Every time it was so clear and so intense, it was impossible to resist it with willpower.

"Bang!"

The embroidered shoes fell again, making Xu Yang feel as if his head was exploding, and blood and brain marrow were boiling and erupting.

"Ah!!!"

With another scream, Xu Yang hugged his head and hurriedly practiced the martial arts skills.

Facing such a curse that affected the soul and the spiritual level, no matter how the body resisted, it was useless. Only by practicing the martial arts skills and relying on the method of cultivating the spirit could it be resisted.

However...

"Bang!"

The embroidered shoes fell again and hit the straw man's head heavily, which made Xu Yang feel the same way. His limbs twitched and twisted, and his head, neck, shoulders and legs seemed to be pulled hard by cattle and horses, and were about to be torn apart.

Under such torture, even a strong man like Xu Yang was pale with pain and sweating all over his body. He was like a person with a serious illness, almost biting off the root of his tongue.

At this time...

"Hit your feet, so that you can't walk without nails on your soles!"

"Hit your back, so that you can be treated like a cow and a horse forever!"

The old woman cursed even more. After hitting the front head, she turned the little man over. There was also a piece of red paper on his back with the date of birth written on it, which was the original owner "Ma Wencai".

Then, the embroidered shoes slammed down heavily on the back of the straw man.

"Bang!!!"

Xu Yang was hit hard and fell directly on the bed. It seemed that there was an iron chain piercing his scapula behind his back, pulling his body regardless of anything. The soles of his feet were in great pain, as if they were pierced by thousands of steel needles and nails.

"Evil method!"

"Curse!"

"Ah!!!"

Xu Yang bit the tip of his tongue and exerted force, biting it off, and a ball of sweet fishy smell exploded in the air.

"Puff!"

The tip of his tongue was bitten off, and blood spurted out, instantly cheering up and eliminating some of the pain.

The magic sect's blood-exploding secret technique uses rough means to destroy oneself in exchange for a temporary stimulation of blood and qi potential.

It is a martial arts secret technique, not a magic method for cultivation, and it has no power to remove curses.

But this kind of burst of blood and qi in the flesh also stimulates the soul to a certain extent, barely allowing Xu Yang to regain control of his body.

After regaining control of his body, Xu Yang did not dare to neglect it. He forced himself to turn over a hatchet from under the bed, and then staggered out the door.

The murderer who secretly harmed the original owner finally came to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Who is the other party?

Xu Yang didn't know.

But one thing is certain, this person must be an evil cultivator!

The method of this world is to cultivate the true by using the false, and to use the power of the soul of all living beings as the nourishment for cultivation.

In this way, the development and utilization of the power of the soul can be imagined.

Xu Yang concluded that when cultivators in this world fight, spells must be the mainstream!

This evil cultivator is no exception. He casts evil spells from a distance, trying to curse him from a distance.

What to do?

Xu Yang has no good solution. Not to mention the Great Zhou and the Great Tang, he has no knowledge of spells. The Black Water World is full of gods and Buddhas, but he has not obtained the inheritance other than the earth god cultivation method. As for the cultivation method of the real world...

The cultivators in the real world use various spiritual methods and magical powers as the mainstream of fighting. It cannot be said that there are no spells, but Xu Yang has not come into contact with them at present.

Therefore, he has no way to break the spell, and can only use the simplest method to deal with it.

Kill!

If he can kill the person who casts the spell, then he still has some hope of survival.

He was seen stumbling out of the hut with a hatchet in his hand. His hair had been torn apart, his face was pale from the severe pain, his lips were red from the blood, and his clothes were torn and wet with sweat. He looked as horrible as he could be.

"Wencai, you..."

"Quick, go call the clan leader!"

"Someone, someone, he has turned into a corpse again!"

The Ma clan members living nearby were all scared and fled in panic when they saw him like this.

He didn't care about it, and stumbled out of the village with the hatchet in his hand.

He didn't know where the person who cast the curse was hiding, but after being cursed, he seemed to have a sense of induction, which vaguely pointed him in the direction.

Xu Yang couldn't care too much at this moment, so he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse and go in that direction.

In this way, he stumbled out of Majia Village and ran all the way with all his last strength.

Finally...

"Peach! Blossom! Mountain!"

Xu Yang's body trembled, he stopped, looked at the peach-red mountain in front of him, and clenched his teeth.

"Fight, fight, fight, smash your little head, let your soul fly away and rest for eternity!"

"Ah!!!"

Xu Yang screamed, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person fell on his back, twitching for a while and then he died.

This went on for a while.

In Peach Blossom Mountain, pink mist surged, and several illusory figures could be vaguely seen, laughing and coming to Xu Yang's side, lifting his body.

"Huh!"

A light breeze blew, the mist dissipated, and there was no more laughing figure, the corpse on the ground was nowhere to be found, and even the bloodstains disappeared completely, leaving only the empty and quiet mountain trail.

...

In the real world, Xu Yang sat up, his eyes were calm, and he just raised his hand and rubbed his temple silently.

He's dead!

Just before arriving at the Peach Blossom Mountain, the soul pain that was barely suppressed by the magic sect secret technique stimulated the blood and qi, and it broke out again, and it was more violent and more terrifying, directly dispersing his consciousness.

So, he died, died under the curse of "beating the villain".

Xu Yang did not have any resentment about this. After all, this was just a journey of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly for him, and he had just started, without any worries, and death was nothing big.

The death of "Ma Wencai" was not important.

What was important was... that world!

Soul cultivation method, using the false to cultivate the true?

The curse killing method, asking for life from a distance?

Xu Yang was very interested in this.

After three lives and thousands of years of accumulation, his cultivation method has been very perfect. He has cultivated both the inside and the outside of the martial arts, and even the soul cultivation before the fourth realm has been supplemented by the cultivation method.

But he is still very interested in the cultivation system of this world.

First of all, it is its foundation, the soul cultivation method.

There are also methods of cultivating the soul in the current cultivation techniques, but their principles are basically to use high-purity spiritual energy from heaven and earth to nourish the soul, or some evil methods to directly devour the soul and increase oneself.

Although it is useful, it is not brilliant, at least this is the cultivation technique that Xu Yang has come into contact with.

In this world, the soul cultivation method that gathers the power of all living beings and uses the power of their thoughts to cultivate the true through falsehood reminds Xu Yang of the incense and human gods in the black water world.

Maybe the two have something in common?

If he gets this method and cultivates a group of spirit beasts, let them believe in themselves, and continuously provide the power of the soul, then wouldn’t he have another "cultivation pendant", or a cultivation pendant for cultivating the soul?

If in the future, the method of the earth god and the method of the human god are combined, maybe he can also plot the way of the celestial immortal, become a supreme god like the emperor of heaven "Qiong Gao", and turn a world and hundreds of millions of living beings into the foundation of his own cultivation.

There is a lot to be done!

So...

"Use the divine travel to enter this world again."

"Peach Blossom Mountain?"

"Ha!"

Xu Yang sneered, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

The divine travel to the worlds, the location of the teleportation, as long as he has entered the world, he can locate the divine travel, no need to dream of a butterfly again, no need to inherit others, can directly consume the divine power of the main body to form a clone.

The strength and physical condition of the clone are determined by the divine power invested by the main body. If the divine power is enough, it can even create a clone that is the same as the main body.

Of course, this is just if, it is impossible to operate in reality, because Xu Yang can't have so much divine power to create a clone equal to his own cultivation.

With his current divine strength, after using the divine travel to the worlds, at most he can create a mortal clone without cultivation, and the main body will have to cultivate for a period of time to recover the consumption of the divine soul.

The cost is huge.

But Xu Yang is willing to give it up.

This world is of great significance. In addition to the unique divine soul cultivation method, Xu Yang is also very interested in its curse killing technique.

The art of killing by curse is focused on the soul and is hard to defend against.

This is also one of the current flaws of the martial arts classics. Without any spells, it can neither fight nor defend against the enemy.

This experience of death made Xu Yang realize the power of curses. Even if he does not use it to fight, he still needs to practice it to protect himself.

Only in this way, when he encounters a master of this art in the future, he will not be as passive and helpless as he is today.