Zhao Hao found the magic tools that Ninth Uncle needed. He and Qiusheng held their breaths and stood beside Ninth Uncle.
Ninth Uncle's eyes were solemn. He picked up the black talisman and dripped his blood into the cinnabar.
The cinnabar became thicker, and the color seemed to become even more vibrant.
"Quick!"
Ninth Uncle drew a talisman in a flash, placed a lamp on the talisman paper, and shouted loudly.
The lights that were about to go out suddenly became extremely bright!
On the other side, in a farm in Ren Town not far from here, a muffled groan came from the house!
"There's actually a Taoist priest using witchcraft to curse me to death! What a powerful Dao technique, and what a superb mastery of curses!”
The person who made the sound wanted to carry Old Master Ren, who had been suppressed by the Corpse Suppressing Talisman, and leave this place.
However, the intense pain interrupted his movements!
"How could that be? How could his attainments be so high! The spell I set up was completely ineffective!”
He muttered to himself in surprise and then sat up cross-legged. He wanted to suppress the murderous aura in his body!
However, Ninth Uncle's spellcasting was never that simple. It was not that he did not know the art of witchcraft, but that he did not use it!
After all, he was Ninth Uncle!
With him around, even if Godfiends came, Zhao Hao wouldn't be afraid.
Zhao Hao saw that when Ninth Uncle was casting the spell, the lamp became redder and redder.
Blood even began to ooze out!
When Ninth Uncle used the witchcraft spell, he did not even need the other party's personal items or birth characters.
He directly cursed to kill!
Even Daoist Priest Four-Eyed couldn't do this!
The Corpse Qi on the enemy's body became even thicker. A human had three souls and seven spirits.
Ninth Uncle suddenly opened his mouth and blew out the lamp!
The soul of the Daoist opposite him dissipated!
Although Zhao Hao didn't understand the intricacies of the curse, he knew that it was a huge burden on the caster when he saw Ninth Uncle's pale face!
The lamp that had been blown out was revived. This was the Daoist's second soul!
Zhao Hao saw Ninth Uncle blow hard again, and the lamp went out again!
The Daoist's second soul also dissipated!
The Daoist on the other side had a splitting headache. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he was no match for Ninth Uncle. After fiercely cursing the stinky Daoist priest, he had no choice but to start his plan ahead of time!
Looking at the zombie in front of him, he was very dissatisfied.
This was only a black zombie, and it was still a long way from the immortal bones or flying yaksha he had imagined. However, he could not care less. If he did not turn into a zombie soon, his half-human, half-zombie body would be completely cursed to death!
At that time, it would be too late to do anything!
"Stinky Taoist priest, I'll definitely make you suffer a thousand cuts!”
He was powerless to curse, but he could do nothing except curse. There was neither the right time nor the right place.
Harmony was even less of a possibility!
If he cast the spell now, his chances of success would be as small as 30%!
This was something he did not want to see!
He coughed in pain. He had no choice!
He took out everything in his bag and began his ritual!
……
On the other hand, Ninth Uncle had already finished casting all the curses. He looked at the broken lamp with no sadness or joy on his face.
Zhao Hao had thought that the medium of this curse was a lamp. He did not expect that after Ninth Uncle finished cursing, even the transformed black corpse would spit out a breath of calamity and turn ordinary.
"Zhao Hao, Qiusheng, what time is it now?”
"It's almost midnight!"
The golden crow sank to the west, and the tired bird returned to the forest. Ninth Uncle had been casting the spell for an entire afternoon. Ninth Uncle was not surprised by the time. He exhaled and said indifferently,"We'll stay here tonight!"
"I want to completely eliminate all the demons and monsters on this mountain!”
Zhao Hao's blood was boiling. It seemed that Ninth Uncle was going to be serious this time. Ninth Uncle called Qiusheng to set up the array and ritual with him, indicating for Zhao Hao to take a rest.
He had also killed many zombies, so he should be very tired!
However, this was not the case. Not only was Zhao Hao not tired, but he was also very energetic. He had not felt the Mountain Ape Fist reach perfection before, but now, after an intense battle, he was very energetic.
Zhao Hao felt energetic.
Compared to before the battle, there was no difference!
Seeing Ninth Uncle leave, he found the items needed to draw talismans from Qiu Sheng's wheelbarrow and began to replenish the talismans here, especially since there was still some remnant corpse qi in this corpse cave.
Zhao Hao thought that no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. He threw the exorcism talisman on the ground and watched it eliminate the corpse aura. He received ten points, ten points, and ten points of blessing!
"Now, the biggest improvement for me should be the cultivation of mantras. Unfortunately, Ninth Uncle didn't teach me the next mantras, so what else can I do?”
"Raise the Mountain Ape Fist to the highest level?”
Thinking of this, Zhao Hao shook his head. Although the Mountain Ape Fist was powerful, it was still inferior to the Dao technique.
This Dao technique was a great source of good fortune!
Don't look at how he already had more than a thousand blessings now, but when it came to cultivating Tao techniques, these blessings were just like sprinkling water!
In a few seconds, it would be empty!
Thinking of this, Zhao Hao put away his impatient thoughts and began to draw talismans to replenish his inventory.
He wondered if there would be another big battle tonight!
Zhao Hao was stunned as he pushed all the lamps around him to the side.
He saw a tattered ancient scroll under the zombie's body.
"What is this?"
He picked up the broken ancient scroll and found that it was written in Xiao Zhuan. The person who wrote it was very free. Fortunately, Zhao Hao knew a few Xiao Zhuan.
The author of the book was called the Layman of Longevity, and this book was called the Scripture of Tranquility and Inaction.
Zhao Hao's eyes widened.
This wasn't a joke. Recluse Longevity, Tranquil Inaction Longevity Scripture. The person who wrote this book was so arrogant. Wasn't he afraid that the wind would hurt his back?
Daoist priests, Daoist priests, and Daoist cultivators. Even immortals did not dare to say that they were immortal, let alone a Daoist who had yet to become an immortal.
This person kept talking about longevity. How confident did this person have?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hao opened the book. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt faint murmurs around him. At that moment, all the exorcism talismans on Zhao Hao's body burned!
"D * mn, what is this!"
Zhao Hao was so frightened that he suddenly woke up. His head was covered in cold sweat. All the qi in the vortex on his body was exhausted in an instant.
This book was too evil. Looking at his burning clothes, he calmly rolled on the ground and extinguished all the flames on his body!
Zhao Hao didn't dare to read the book again. Instead, he walked out of the corpse cave to look for Ninth Uncle.
This book was too strange.
He did not look carefully.
Ninth Uncle was setting up an array formation. When he saw Zhao Hao's charred clothes, he asked curiously,""What? Is there a fire in the corpse cave?”
"It's more serious than that."
Zhao Hao gave the book to Ninth Uncle with a bitter smile. Ninth Uncle lowered his head and glanced at it. With just one glance, he threw the book away as if it was hot!
"Are you alright?"
Before Zhao Hao could ask Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle grabbed Zhao Hao's pulse and stuck a talisman on Zhao Hao's head!
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