Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 550 Curse Kill
In the deputy city lord's mansion, above a small three-story building, there is a quiet room.

In the quiet room, there is an altar table, and in front of the table is a chi-high one-horned demon god. This black statue is dark and gloomy, with a strange appearance, and faintly reveals a strange aura. At first glance, it seems to be breathtaking.

In front of the statue, there are incense burners, incense candles and a mahogany sword handle.

A middle-aged man in a green robe with loose hair stood in front of the altar, with a proud expression on his face.

"Mr. Liu, this is the leftover teacup that person drank this afternoon, and I asked someone to keep it!" Butler Huang politely and carefully brought up a plate.

On the plate, there was a cup with half a cup of tea in it, which was the one used by Fang Xiaonan in the afternoon.

Mr. Liu frowned slightly, and said, "Nothing else?"

"No, that kid is very cautious, and it's very difficult to get what's on him!" Butler Huang said with a dry smile.

"En!" Mr. Liu frowned and nodded, looked at the teacup, and said, "No one else has touched this thing?"

"Absolutely not. After that kid drank, I ordered someone to wrap it in a cotton cloth and pick it up. No one will touch it!" Huang Butler assured.

Mr. Liu nodded noncommittally, and said, "There is only this thing, and it is very difficult to perform the technique!"

"Haha, I know that the materials are not enough; others may not be able to rely on this material alone, but I believe that with Mr. Liu's skills, it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Butler Huang laughed slowly, "Otherwise, my lord wouldn't have specially invited you over!"

Mr. Liu was very satisfied with these words, and he smiled conceitedly: "In terms of spells, there are very few people in this world who can surpass my Liu family; His strength is no more than mine, so you can give it a try!"

"Haha, I'll have to thank Mr. Liu! As long as this is done, my lord will definitely do his best for Mr. Liu's request!" Huang Butler laughed.

"Well! So I will try my best!"

Although he was just trying his best, Mr. Liu had a confident face, which made the steward Huang next to him very satisfied; this Mr. Liu was recommended by him. If this matter fails, then he will lose face in front of the master.

Mr. Liu stood still before the altar, reached out and picked up a piece of pure white cotton cloth next to him, carefully wrapped the cup and placed it on the altar.

Everything was ready, Mr. Liu looked serious, and reached out to pick up the mahogany sword on the altar.

Seeing this, Steward Huang stepped aside quickly, for fear of disturbing Mr. Liu's actions.

Mr. Liu held the mahogany sword in his hand, shook it slightly, and handsomely drew a sword flower, put the wooden sword on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "There are gods in the world, get up!"

After finishing speaking, the mahogany sword pointed at the altar.

"call!"

The incense candles on the altar ignited spontaneously without wind, and in an instant, there was a faint green smoke, and the room suddenly became a little weirder.

Mr. Liu stood here with his hair disheveled, held the sword in both hands, and bowed solemnly three times towards the statue, then lightly pinched the sword formula with his left hand, pointed at the teacup, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "People are popular, The soul has soul breath, get up!"

With his left-handed sword art, a faint spiritual light surrounded the teacup, and then there seemed to be a trace of breath following his sword art, which rose slightly.

Sensing this breath, Mr. Liu's slightly squinted eyes flashed brightly; indeed, there was only one person's breath, and there was no confusion.

The sword formula in his hand picked up this trace of breath and lightly pointed towards the incense burner.

This breath fell on the incense burner.

"Respectfully, my god, identify its breath, observe its location, and determine its position!"

After the breath was stable on the incense burner, Mr. Liu waved his wooden sword, let out a deep drink, and pointed at the breath of the incense burner.

In an instant, the statue of the demon god was faintly lit up with black light, and the rising green smoke began to circle rapidly above the incense burner.

"woooooo"

The green smoke whirls faster and faster, and even makes a whistling sound.

Looking at this scene, the steward Huang next to him showed awe and joy on his face. As expected of the family with the number one conjuration in spiritual practice, Mr. Liu's move was really extraordinary.

At this time, in the inn far away, Fang Xiaonan suddenly opened his eyes, and looked down at Lingxi on his chest.

I saw that the consonance was flickering slightly at this time, and the two colors of yin and yang were changing from time to time.

"Huh?" Fang Xiaonan raised his eyebrows, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Stretching out his index finger and lightly tapping on the consonance, he closed his eyes slightly, and a faint sneer gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Over there, the whirlwind gradually stabilized, spinning steadily above the incense burner at an unhurried speed, Mr. Liu's face was even more pale, the demon god had already locked the opponent's breath, and only waited for a blow.

In a quiet room not far from the small building, Deputy City Master Luo was sitting cross-legged on a futon.

A pair of eyes drooped, as if in meditation, but occasionally there was a slight squirm under the eyelids.

"Ding Jia is ready, lock the soul and fix the soul!"

Mr. Liu tossed his disheveled hair smartly, and took a step back abruptly, raising the wooden sword in his hand.

And the wind whirled suddenly, and the statue of the demon god flourished with black light.

Amidst the flickering yin and yang consonance in the distance, Mr. Liu slammed the wooden sword towards the wind whirlpool, and said in a deep voice, "Chop!"

"Crack!"

Just when Mr. Liu's face paled slightly, and the smug look flashed in his eyes, there seemed to be a slight flash of thunder, but it made people shudder; followed by a terrifying howl in the ear , The statue of the demon god on the altar was split into seven or eight pieces in an instant.

Just when Mr. Liu was terrified and stunned, a shocking magical power came back.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out suddenly, Mr. Liu's face turned pale instantly, and he fell on his head.

"What, what's going on?" Steward Huang next to him was full of shock. He didn't hear anything, but saw that the statue of the demon god suddenly cracked, and then Mr. Liu fell to the ground with a weak breath and was dying.

Suddenly the door was opened, Deputy City Lord Luo strode in, glanced at the scene inside the room, his face darkened, and he appeared beside Mr. Liu.

"What's going on?" Deputy City Master Luo asked sharply as he stared at Mr. Liu, who was lying on the ground with blood still pouring out of his mouth and whose eyes had gradually become dull.

"Giggle..." Hearing this stern voice, Mr. Liu, who was breathing weakly, moved his eyes, reluctantly looked at Deputy City Lord Luo, a flash of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, blood gurgling in his throat : "Hey... you wait. By mistake. By mistake, I will cause damage to my Liu family. Demon. Demon god. This hatred will never be easy. Let it go!!"

Seeing Mr. Liu who died with his head tilted after barely finishing these words, Deputy City Master Luo's face turned pale instantly.

Unexpectedly, the goal was not achieved, but instead he became enmity with the Liu family. Although he is a disciple of the ancestor, how can the Liu family, who is the number one spiritual family of magic arts, be easy to provoke?
It would be fine if Mr. Liu just died, but it has already damaged the demon god worshiped by the Liu family, and this is no longer an easy solution...

(End of this chapter)