fifth form

Chapter 2521: Fire Technique to Overcome the Strong

Whether a technique works or not requires many people to test it, and its effectiveness also needs to be determined through actual combat.

Obtaining the Nine Dragon Cauldron is important, and so is verifying the Yang Soul Incarnation Technique.

When attacking the Chang'an Palace, everyone combined treasure hunting, fighting, verification testing, etc., and also adopted some targeted strategic means.

The Han Dynasty, which needed the three holy places to contend with, obviously could not be defeated by a single attack from everyone.

But everyone in the Yedihe Holy Land was very satisfied with the outcome of the battle.

Except for Wutu who was in a coma, everyone was safe.

This means that their attacks on the Chang'an Palace are repeatable, and that the Han court will fall in repeated encounters.

"What a pity for this hot potato!"

The attack test was relatively successful. If everyone can adjust for two or three months, then coming back to attack the Chang'an Palace again will definitely have a better effect.

Causing large numbers of high-ranking officials of the Han Dynasty to be killed or injured and taking away the Han Dynasty's arsenal would certainly bring huge benefits, but no one can afford to be involved with the Qin Emperor's Terracotta Army. The land of Nanshanbuzhou also needs a large force to fight against the Qin Emperor.

Only when these two parties fight back and forth can the many forces around them benefit from the conflict.

Many people gathered in the deserted mountain to discuss relevant matters, wait quietly, and some people checked on Wutu's injuries.

As they waited until almost midnight, everyone felt a breeze blowing and saw the figure of the Taoist priest sitting on the cushion reserved in the center of the venue.

"Daojun!"

Many venerables stood up and saluted, while many magicians bowed down.

"There's a lot of thunder in the Immortal Court, but little rain... Oh, Wutu was badly hurt?"

Daojun was about to speak about what he had observed when his eyes swept over and he saw Wutu lying behind the crowd.

As a place where talented people from Xiong Country gather, the Yide River Holy Land has never lacked geniuses. Daojun has been preaching and practicing more in recent years, and has learned more about the holy land. He even memorized the names of some young geniuses.

He looked at Wutu in surprise.

This is not the holy land. There is a lot of internal fighting and competition in the holy land, but when you are outside, there is more mutual assistance. Many venerables are not useless and can ignore Wutu.

The fact that Wutu is still unconscious at this time means there must be no means of treatment.

"Who has the ability to make Wutu's cultivation level regress and his blood flow back to attack his heart?"

Daojun's body fell gently to the ground, and then he reached out and grasped Wutu's right hand for cognitive perception.

"This situation is close to being possessed by a demon," said Black Mountain Reverend cautiously.

"Our current guess is that after Wutu cast the curse, he was traced back to his source by Xuchang and was hunted down, and even his physical body was affected," said Venerable Zhihuang.

"I don't know if the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty has any ability left!"

Daojun nodded, he took out a pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into Wutu's mouth, and kept measuring Wutu's body with his fingers.

"Fire...fire...fire everywhere, so much fire!"

A sound of fear that made his teeth chatter came out of Wutu's mouth. After he woke up, a pale look appeared on his face, and then he vomited hot blood.

Before Wutu could continue speaking, everyone saw his pale face turn ashen.

"Someone is cursing you. What did you leave behind in Chang'an City?"

Daojun exclaimed in surprise.

He grabbed in the air with his fingers very nimbly, and a little purple light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Obviously, Wutu's awakening attracted scrutiny.

"Wutu left the snake head curse poison in Xuchang's body. Now he must have encountered the source tracing and breaking method, which caused the snake head curse poison to backfire," Hong Ku explained.

"The snake head curse is not difficult to cure. You just need to take two taels of realgar with wine to cure the curse. It seems that Xuchang is using his own body as a container to trace and investigate. He, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, does have some blood in him," said Daojun with a little surprise.

"Wutu cannot defeat this man. Should we lend a helping hand to Wutu?" asked the Venerable White Bone.

"This is not difficult!"

Daojun understood the situation. He muttered a few words and then reached into his sleeve to take out a cloth book.

He flicked the purple light in his palm into the book.

"This spell book of mine is a magical thing. If I can take a strand of hair and stuff it into it, and fill in the other party's name and birth date, he will definitely die if he has reached the True Self realm. Now I'm taking some of his spell inspiration to cast a spell, which can also be considered as teaching him a lesson!" The Taoist cast the spell neither fast nor slow, and while speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed towards the cloth book.

He pressed the purple light with his fingers back and forth until it dimmed. Then he shook the spell book and shook the purple light off.

"His body is broken and he can hardly hold on. The curse that attacked Wutu has subsided, huh?"

Wutu, who was lying on the ground, had his face turn from ashen to rosy, and the poison from the snake head curse that had backfired had obviously subsided.

But Daojun couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

The curse wore off, cutting off the connection with Xuchang, but Wutu did not return to normal.

After a trembling, Wutu's body collapsed to the ground like mud.

"The acupoints were destroyed, the magic power was gone, and the cultivation was wasted in an instant." Daojun touched Wutu's body and frowned, saying: "It seems that some kind of curse was planted in Wutu's body in advance, and it exploded when it encountered the backlash of the snake head curse poison!"

"Fire poison?"

Thinking of what Wutu said, Venerable Bai Gu couldn't help but feel puzzled.

But no one could answer Venerable Bai Gu, not even Dao Jun could speak with certainty.

It is obvious that the geniuses of the younger generation in the Yihe Holy Land are a little bit behind and have not been able to keep up with the pace of the older generation of strong men in their actions.

Wutu’s cultivation level is high enough, but his mentality and combat qualities are insufficient.

For Wutu, if he misses the attack when using the weak to attack the strong, he should flee far away. Wutu should not leave such trouble for the opponent.

One wrong step and it could be a fatal mistake.

Although it was unknown whether Xu Chang had used some magic to cause backlash or some kind of treasure, Wutu was already useless at that moment.

“Send it back!”

Daojun sighed.

He waved to everyone, signaling them to leave and return to the holy land for adjustment.

"We are not injured. Should we stay here and wait for the next action?" Hong Ku asked with a bow.

"Only one dragon came from the Immortal Court. I feel like they are probably waiting to reap the benefits." Daojun shook his head and said, "It's not a good thing for us to show up and charge in the front!"

"That's what Daojun said!"

"I was almost beaten to death, which has given Zhu Jiuyin enough face to explore. You should also leave the Han Kingdom as soon as possible!"

The Taoist waved his hand towards the crowd, and a gust of breeze blew into the air, flying farther and farther in the darkness.

"The incarnation of Daojun was also beaten?"

"Who is that strong?"

"I met a Taoist priest named Li Shaojun in the palace. He slapped me with his sleeve and I was stunned. Then I was beheaded. Was it this man who did it?"

"Isn't Li Shaojun that who?"

"I heard that he is the descendant of Laozi of Taoism and is over 130 years old!"

"Is he so strong?"

……

The venerables spoke in low voices, and after looking at each other for a few times, they felt that the Han Palace, which had been as deserted as before, had been overshadowed, and their attitudes were no longer as casual as before.

Who knows if the Wutu of today will be who he will be tomorrow?

At once, everyone mounted their horses and headed north.

Hong Ku also got on his mount, but he followed slowly at the back.

"That kind of flame, it must be that kind of flame. This kind of fire technique is too outrageous to defeat the strong!"

There was infinite enthusiasm in his eyes.

The fire released by Rong Tianding's spell looked weak, but it spread too quickly and was too strong when targeted, and it hit Wutu's body across a long distance.

The highly diffusive snake head curse poison seemed to have delivered the final blow, pushing Wutu directly into the abyss.