A seal of immortality

Chapter 494 Septicemia

He wasn't practicing Vajra Subduing Demon Kungfu, how could he vomit blood if he was doing so well!
"Could it be..." Wang Changsheng had a bad premonition in his heart, he hurriedly took off his clothes, and carefully examined his body.

Soon, Wang Changsheng found a black pattern on his left wrist.

"Witchcraft," Wang Changsheng's face darkened when he saw this.

He once heard that the Wu clan is good at the art of cursing, and can cast spells to kill people thousands of miles away.

Wang Changsheng's current situation seems to be under witchcraft. As for what kind of witchcraft, he is not clear.

If Wu Linger wanted to kill him, there was no need to kill him that day. After much deliberation, Wang Changsheng suspected that his vomiting blood had something to do with the white-haired old woman. As for the other party's motives, he was not clear.

Wang Changsheng looked at the black pattern on his wrist, thought for a while, got up and walked out of the inn.

Wang Changsheng went to several bookstores and bought some classics introducing the Wu clan.

Back in the room, Wang Changsheng took out these classics and flipped through them.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng was holding a thick book in his hand, and his right hand stopped on a certain page. There was a black pattern on the page, which was exactly the same as the one on his wrist, and there was a text beside it.

Blood Septicity, one of the secret arts of the witch clan, the caster must have a higher level of cultivation than the victim. Once the spell is successfully cast, a black mark will appear on the victim's wrist, and the blood in the body will fade over time When the black pattern reaches the victim's chest, the victim will die. Note that the cultivation level of the person who has been hit by septicemia will also decrease with the passage of time. decline.

The method of dissolving the blood-sucking technique, first, kill the caster, second, the victim’s cultivation base rapidly increases, surpassing the caster, and third, the immortal cultivator whose cultivation base is one level higher than the caster can also dissolve the black pattern by casting spells .

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng frowned. The white-haired old woman is at least in the middle stage of alchemy, and may even be in the late stage of alchemy. With his current strength, he will definitely not be able to kill the white-haired old woman. He failed to attack the alchemy. There is no way to hit the alchemy stage, and as for asking Nascent Soul monks to take action, that is even more impossible.

Wang Changsheng read through the rest of the classics, but he couldn't find any other way to dissolve the blood-sucking technique.

Wang Changsheng thought for a while, opened the door and walked out.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, but the city was brightly lit.

After Wang Changsheng went to the bookstore to buy a map of Chu State, he took advantage of the night and left Fangshi with Yuqi.

Back then, the black witch could determine Wu Linger's approximate location thousands of miles away by relying on a few drops of Wu Linger's blood. Since the white-haired old woman was able to cast blood on Wang Changsheng, she might not be able to track Wang Changsheng's location. Dare to stay in Fangshi, and left in a hurry overnight.

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One month later, the Xuanjin Mountains at the border between Chu State and Qi State.

A white light flew from the distant sky and landed in front of a dense forest covered by thick fog in the depths of the Xuanjin Mountains.

The white light faded away, revealing Wang Changsheng's figure.

Compared with a month ago, Wang Changsheng's breath was much weaker, his face was pale, and he looked seriously injured.

During this month, Wang Changsheng went to many cities and asked many experienced alchemists, but no one could dissolve the blood defeating technique, and his cultivation base also fell from the foundation building to the foundation building. early days.

According to Wang Changsheng's estimate, if he still can't find a way to dissolve it, his whole body will turn into a pool of black blood in a month or so.

In fact, Wang Changsheng considered abandoning his physical body and seizing the body of a monk in the Qi refining period, but he couldn't guarantee that this method would be able to dissolve the Blood Destruction Technique. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Wang Changsheng did not intend to abandon his physical body to seize the body of others.

Wang Changsheng took out a sound transmission talisman, said a few words in a low voice, and threw it into the dense forest ahead.

A moment later, the dense forest in front turned into thick fog like a phantom, and then, after a while, the thick fog rolled over, revealing a passage about Zhang Xu wide.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng walked in without hesitation.

The passage was relatively long. Wang Changsheng walked hundreds of meters, and saw a huge valley extending in all directions. There were many shops in the valley, and a large number of immortals were walking on the street.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded and walked forward.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng stopped in front of a three-story attic.

Baidan Pavilion is the name of this shop, and there are immortal cultivators coming in and out from time to time, it is very lively.

"Senior, is there anything I can do to help you?" As soon as Wang Changsheng entered the store, a servant in green clothes came up to him and said with a smile on his face.

Wang Changsheng's face was pale, and anyone could tell that he had a physical problem.

"Is your shopkeeper there? Take me to see him," Wang Changsheng said straight to the point.

"The shopkeeper is on the third floor, senior, please follow me," the attendant in green shirt nodded and led Wang Changsheng up to the third floor.

Walking up to the third floor, Wang Changsheng saw a woman in a blue skirt in her early thirties chatting with two middle-aged men, one tall and one short.

"Mrs. Chen, it's settled. We'll get the goods in a few days," the tall, middle-aged man clasped his fists and said, he walked downstairs with the short and fat man.

When the two passed by Wang Changsheng's side, they looked at Wang Changsheng twice more.

"My fellow daoist, do you want to buy healing pills?" The woman in the blue skirt hurried up to welcome her, and said to Wang Changsheng with a smile on her face.

"Do you have a pill to cure the septic blood of the witch clan?" Wang Changsheng asked straight to the point.

"No?" The woman in the blue skirt frowned and shook her head when she heard this.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng looked a little disappointed, and turned around to leave.

"We have a elixir that can delay the onset of witchcraft, fellow daoists, would you like to take a look," the woman in the blue skirt said loudly.

"What elixir? Does it really work?" Wang Changsheng's expression changed when he heard the words, he turned around and asked suspiciously.

"Blood Transformation Pill, this pill can indeed delay the onset of some witchcraft. As for whether it is useful for blood septicism, I don't dare to guarantee it," the woman in the blue skirt said with some uncertainty.

"How many spirit stones is a bottle, give me a bottle to try," Wang Changsheng pondered for a while, and said.

"A bottle of three hundred spirit stones," the woman in the blue dress nodded and said, after she finished speaking, she turned her right hand, and a white porcelain bottle appeared on the palm of her hand.

Wang Changsheng paid off the Lingshi, took the bottle of Huaxue Pill and left.

After leaving Baidan Pavilion, Wang Changsheng went to many bookstores, bought some classics about the witchcraft, and inquired about the efficacy of Huaxue Pill, and confirmed that the woman in the blue skirt was not lying, and that Huaxue Pill can indeed delay some witchcraft As for the time of attack, as for whether it will have an effect on septicemia, no one dares to guarantee it.

Wang Changsheng found an inn to live in. He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a purple pill the size of a mung bean from it, and swallowed it.

As soon as the elixir was taken in, Wang Changsheng only felt bitterness in his mouth.

For the next three days, Wang Changsheng stayed in the room and took the Blood Transformation Pill, hoping that this pill would delay the onset of the Blood Transformation Technique, but to his disappointment, the Blood Transformation Pill had no effect, and his cultivation was still declining. In a few days, he would fall to the Qi refining stage, and the black mark on his wrist also swam from his wrist to his shoulder, not far from his chest.

What made Wang Changsheng even more desperate was that he read in a classic that people who had been subjected to septicemia by the witch clan would be useless even if they gave up their physical bodies. The black mark representing septicemia would remain forever. Follow him.

(End of this chapter)