She made fire by setting up a stall

"To describe you as insidious is flattering." Ming Xun and others were all taciturn people. Shui Zi glanced at Ming Xun, as if he couldn't help it, "I guess you were rejected by the person you loved when you were alive. ?”

It is not impossible that a self-proclaimed ascetic who is superior to others is rejected by the people he likes. He will be so shocked that his mentality will be distorted.

When he exposed the affair between the bride and her cousin, he probably wasn't just trying to defend the groom.

He just doesn't want to see lovers finally get married.

Of course, the soul will not admit that he is wrong. He will only think that the female cultivator is blind.

Despite this, the other party couldn't bear being mentioned by Hammer, even if it was just a ray of soul.

A gust of wind caught the hammer's neck and tried to strangle the hammer's neck.

Zhuge slapped the hammer on the back of the neck.

The force disappeared after a struggle.

Zhuge is willing to save the hammer easily if it can cause trouble for the soul.

Hammer was not afraid of death and provoked again, "It seems that I was right."

The dark wind howled, making people feel chilly all over.

Hammer continued to taunt, "Hey, now I have a little doubt that you didn't live enough back then, and you didn't look down on life and death at all, let alone fame and fortune as you thought you did. Were you killed?"

"A cunning, cunning and hypocritical person like you will definitely be hated by others, and it is not impossible for someone to do something against you." Zhuge was still standing next to the hammer. Yin Feng tried to hang the hammer several times, but Zhuge blocked it.

Noticing the coolness passing by his feet again, Hammer stomped his foot heavily, "Have I touched on your sore spot?"

A man who has always been arrogant cannot bear to be belittled by a lowly human being in his eyes. His soul roars towards Hammer. He is determined to kill Hammer.

The hammer staggered, and his hands touched his neck, trying to pull away the invisible force.

Mingxun raised his head and suddenly took action.

Suzaku's energy was concentrated in his hands, and Mingxun slashed hard behind the hammer.

The sky eye that Luoluo opened for him had not yet expired, and he could clearly see two black qi coiling around the hammer's neck.

Attacked by Suzaku energy, the black energy boiled and rolled.

Several people heard a groan at the same time.

At the same time, the heart of the stone statue beat again. Different from the beating just now, this time it seemed that there was a force hitting from the inside out. The solid heart of the stone statue gradually cracked into a spider web.

Ming Xun was breathing rapidly and took the opportunity to chop a few more times.

The black energy had no choice but to stop and rush towards the damaged area at the heart of the stone statue, trying to repair the damage and completely seal Shi Luo.

But he also knows that Shi Luo's cultivation is not bad, and there are several helpers outside. He is not afraid of these people coming together, but they bite him one at a time, and he cares about one and misses the other.

A mouse can kill an elephant, not to mention the combined efforts of these people can always tear off a piece of his flesh.

The black mist tried to get back into the stone statue, but the old man in black robe stopped him, "Master, stop it."

The soul's voice was hoarse, "Evil beast!"

"Without my founding of the sect, how could you be where you are today? You actually helped outsiders deal with me!" If there was an entity, the soul would definitely spurt out blood.

The old man in black robe smiled bitterly, "Master, as your descendant, I am grateful, but I cannot agree with the curse."

How many people in the sect have been made miserable by this curse?

The black mist visibly froze for a moment.

"Master, why do you have to use curses to trap your descendants?" The old man in black robe has always wanted to know this question.

"You are my descendants. You have inherited all my skills, so you should do something for me." Hun Soul didn't feel guilty at all.

Soul was so stubborn that the old man in black robe no longer tried to question and convince him. He could only take advantage of Soul's uneasiness and ask again: "What about the restrictions in the village?"

The soul is silent.

Since the curse was also caused by the soul, given the selfishness of this soul, the ban must be his own plan.

"Those savages will become infinitely powerful and lethal without restraints. These are the most convenient weapons." It is easy to understand for an arrogant person like Soul.

Sure enough, Hammer guessed it correctly again.

The old man in black robe did not want to think too badly of his master, but his actions still did not refresh his three views and bottom line.

Not hearing the soul's rebuttal, the old man in black robe asked angrily: "Master, there are innocent people among them, as well as women and children. Once the restriction is lifted, they will all die. Why do you do this?" "Why else? ? I guess he calculated by himself that he can be resurrected in your lifetime, and you are all his nourishment." After following Shi Luo for a long time, Hammer also saw the tricks of the ascetics.

Soul didn't feel that he was at fault. He said matter-of-factly: "Because I let them survive the war until now, they should repay me with their lives."

The old man in black robe almost collapsed on the ground.

"Master, do you specifically raise the people in the village?"

The soul sneered, "If it weren't for me, how could there be descendants like you? You should be grateful that I let you live for so many more years."

Although he had not calculated his death date back then, he had a rough idea. By leaving this curse and the people in the village behind, he was also leaving a way out for himself.

If being a soul is more pleasant than being a human being, then there is no need to take this option. If being a soul is not as pleasant as being a human being, then he will just be a human being.

Back then, he didn't want God to take his life, so even if he died, he would die in his own hands.

After calculating that he was about to die, he placed a curse on his own life. Any descendants who inherited his skills would activate the curse and use it for his own benefit.

"I don't understand how this curse placed by Master can allow us to be used by Master?" This curse will only make them miserable.

The soul sneered, "Didn't you realize that your qualifications were originally average? It was only after you practiced my technique and activated the curse that your cultivation speed became much faster?"

The old man in black robe opened his eyes wide and looked over.

He couldn't argue.

Back then, the master asked him several times if he really wanted to practice this technique. He nodded repeatedly, and then the master said with a complex expression: "I hope you won't regret it."

The soul sneered again, "When you get benefits, you should pay for them."

What the soul didn't say was that he didn't care about the old man in black robes who had average talents. He cursed his descendants mainly for those who were talented, or even higher than him.

With his excellent talents and his cultivation techniques, if there is no curse to restrain them, they can soar to the sky on their own.

The soul does not allow future generations to ascend beyond him.

The old man in black robe let out a long sigh and stopped talking. He was no longer merciful.

The old man in black robe used all his spiritual power and slapped the formation with his palm.

The soul screamed: "You actually used my inheritance to fight against me?"

The old man in black robe did not explain.

"Evil beast!" the soul screamed. The old man in black robe was his successor, so he naturally understood his weaknesses best.

The soul prompts the curse.

The minion hidden in the sleeves of the old man in black robe suddenly fell and turned into ashes.

The old man in black robe suddenly covered his heart and leaned to the side.

"Resist me, you will only have one end." The soul said sinisterly.

Behind the soul, Mingxun stood silently, reached out, inserted his hand into his back vest, and crushed the faintly beating black heart.

Click.

The heart of the stone statue was shattered at the same time.

Shi Luo sat up and brushed off the lime from his body.

Mingxun rushed over and hugged Shi Luo tightly, "Luo Luo, how are you?"

If you listen carefully, you can still hear Ming Xun's choking sound.

Shi Luo hugged her back. She patted Ming Xun on the back and comforted her, "I'm fine. That soul-pulling technique can't control me."

"I just want you to be well." No matter when, in Mingxun's eyes, Luoluo's survival is the most important thing.

Ming Xun half hugged Shi Luo and stood up from the broken stone statue.

"Actually, I was able to break free just now." Shi Luo and Ming Xun told the truth, "I can only find his weakness by entering the stone statue."

Ming Xun hugged Shi Luo's waist and tightened his hands, "I know."

"I can kill him."