fifth form

Chapter 645
"Teacher Hongku, please talk a little more!"

"That's all I have!"

"You must be hiding something!"

"How could I hide my secrets? Not only did I not hide my secrets, I even kowtowed to beg Daojun and told you all the contents of Daojun's Xiangmen!"

"I do not believe!"

"It's already this time, I won't still prevent you and restrict you!"

If it is said that Zhang Xuezhou was drawn by spells for the first time, only for Hong Ku to locate and prepare for performing the spell killing technique, but for the second time, he brought more observation and perception.

Through vague perception, Hong Ku was able to confirm that Zhang Xuezhou was indeed in a tomb.

He even sensed the blockade of the formation, and there were various dangerous auras mixed in it.

After carefully perceiving it again, Hong Ku even noticed the breath of the spell.

"Did you go through some kind of spell battle over there? The breath almost made me feel fear." Hong Ku said, "Hurry up and come out, don't hang around in that kind of place!"

"I would like to" Zhang Xuezhou said: "It seems that you really have nothing to say, then we will meet again in the future!"

"Work harder, don't let me down!"

Hong felt a sudden pain in his heart, and felt that his heart had never stopped going up and down.

He also couldn't remember how many times he had put his life on Zhang Xuezhou's body. This feeling really made him uncomfortable, but he had to bear it.

"If you can come out, remember to take the treasures of the fighting skills of those great curse masters... It's gone, and the inheritance jade is lost? You really are not a son of man!"

Feeling the disappearance of the contact medium of the spell, and another cold breath came to his heart, Hong Ku frowned.

"Why is this kind of great curse master unheard of? His deadly cold aura is simply frightening. Whenever I meet him, I..."

Hong Ku has never been proud of spells, but he has never been inferior either.

Being in the Holy Land of the Yiying River with the strongest spells, his knowledge is indeed not shallow.

But for the first time, Hong Ku had doubts about the title of the No. [-] incantation in the Holy Land of Yihe River.

He has seen the Taoist master practice spells, and he can instantly kill people who break the rules of the holy land of the Yixuan River.

Daojun's curse is like the sharpest knife, killing people in an instant.

And in the breath he felt, it was a kind of fear.

As if there was a qualitative difference in the spells, the spell power used by the other party when performing the spell belonged to a more powerful spell, which could crush them.

If the two sides use the same spell to fight, Hong Ku feels that he will lose.

"Mr. Dao... After all, he was only the number one in the past. It has been many years since he started and made progress!"

The times are advancing, but Daojun is standing still.

As long as he thinks of the hundreds of schools of thought that have lasted for hundreds of years, and the continuous emergence of various spells and realm spells, Hong Ku feels that it is not impossible for Ruo Daojun to be surpassed by a newcomer one day.

"Individual power is limited, but collective wisdom is infinite!"

Daojun is an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of many people in the Holy Land of Yixuan River, but there is a slight looseness in Hongku's heart.

For the first time, he felt that Daojun was not invincible.

Perhaps one day, Daojun may be defeated.

It could be someone else, or it could be him.

"If I can complete my revenge, I really hope that one day I can stand on the top and have the strongest spell showdown. Even if I die, I probably have no regrets!"

Sitting in the vanity palace, Hong thought hard for a long time.

He thought of Zhang Xuezhou who had obtained the technique of fixing people and points, and Wu Chao who had learned the technique of fixing stars.

There is no doubt that Fuxi's Xiangmen has inherited it. Regardless of whether Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou admit it or not, both of them have obtained Fuxi's Xiangmen's skills.

"It's cheap for these two unfilial things!"

Hong struggled for a long time before he took out an old golden long scroll cloth book from his pocket.

He spread out the cloth book, and the word "Yi" at the beginning of the cloth book came into his eyes.

Fuxi Xiangmen has skills and corresponding realm skills, and "Yi" is this inheritance.

This is also his last hand in inheritance.

Zhang Xuezhou and Wuchao obtained the technique, but without the combination of "Yi", the two of them would never be able to surpass him. Once they used the technique of fixing stars, fixing people, and fixing points, they would definitely be countered by him.

"I don't know how good this little thing Ugin is at learning?"

He is proficient in star-fixing technique, and the star-fixing technique against Wuchao is 100% successful, but Hong Ku is not up to standard in point-fixing and person-fixing skills. Ku felt that he might not be able to solve it.

As for the art of determining people, it is the study of derivation and calculation. After mastering the ability, it can almost predict the things that people have a probability of doing in the future.

If Zhang Xuezhou's skills were high, he might be able to figure out what he might do in the future and set up traps in advance.

The more traps are set, the more he can be caught.

"It's also due to the low level of this little thing!"

Hong thought hard for a long time, and when he thought of Zhang Xuezhou's biggest flaw, he finally felt relieved.

No matter how poor his skills in fixing people and acupoints are, he is also a solipsistic monk. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he can at least suppress Zhang Xuezhou for decades.

As for decades later, how can Hong Ku care about the aftermath of his death, after all, he won't live that long.

"Maybe we still have to count on that little thing to die!"

He thought a lot in his head, but as long as he thought that Zhang Xuezhou was still trapped in King Liang's tomb, his life and death were unpredictable, and his many thoughts would inevitably turn into empty words.

"I have to go to Nanbuzhou!"

After thinking for a long time, Hong Ku finally decided to go to Nanbuzhou to find Zhang Xuezhou.

If Zhang Xuezhou is alive, he will ask for the antidote, and if Zhang Xuezhou is dead, he will also facilitate the search for the body.

He stood up, glanced at several palaces in the Holy Land of Yixie River, and then slowly walked down the mountain.

He didn't propose to kill any venerable, at least he now has the power to protect himself, and he is already capable of going out of the mountain alone.

The feeling of vomiting welled up in his heart, Hong Kuo's face turned purple, and then he forcibly suppressed this physical behavior, and his body walked lightly.

He descended the mountain with a solemn face, even Hong Yi, Hong Nong and others bent over to salute but did not respond.

"This person has reached another level, that's really different," Master Hongnong said in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Hongnong speak carefully," Master Hongyi pursed his lips.

"Who are you to be careful? Two miles away, I don't believe that he can hear what we say because he has tampered with me," Master Hongnong said.

"That's what you said," Master Hongyi said, "but Venerable Hongku has always been cultivating latently, and now it's the first time he went down the mountain in a bright and honest way. Don't you think this is a bit strange?"

"You mean?"

"Maybe there will be a few fewer venerables in our holy land!"

Master Hong Yi let out a sigh, apparently pessimistic about the events that Hong Ku would cause when he went down the mountain.

"If those few..."

Master Hongnong read a few words in a low voice, which made Master Hongyi feel a little delusional in his pessimism.

There are twelve venerables in the Holy Land, but apart from Hong Ku, the other positions in the mage class are still vacant.

It's not that none of the sorcerers want to be a venerable, but that they are not qualified.

Under the test of Heishan, Baigu, Huangsha, Yinghua, Zhihuang and other venerables, none of them can pass the test.

If this group of people died a little more, the corresponding test might be much simpler.

As long as he thinks about the benefits of achieving the position of venerable, even Master Hongyi has a little more thought.

(End of this chapter)