Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

Patriarch Yellow Hair never dreamed he would end up in such a state.

His divine soul was split in two and sealed separately, and even his body was riddled with holes and battered beyond recognition.

His associated spiritual treasure, the supreme spiritual treasure Curse Lamp, was also taken away by the other party. The opponent's control over him was precise, hitting his vital point, leaving him unable to resist or refute, forcing him to be obedient.

At this moment, he realized how powerful an expert he had encountered. This person's power was beyond words.

If the opponent was so strong, why play tricks with him, deliberately showing flaws to make him think he had succeeded? In reality, the opponent was just waiting for him to fall into the trap.

His divine soul sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are a master indeed. I am no match for you, nor am I as meticulous as you. What exactly do you want?

Could it be that Fellow Daoist wants to completely annihilate me? I believe Fellow Daoist came here with a purpose. Why not tell me? Perhaps I can help you.

Please, Fellow Daoist, have mercy and spare my meager life."

At this moment, Patriarch Yellow Hair no longer flaunted his cultivation level. He realized he was nothing.

He had no choice but to submit.

Li Chengfeng, however, spoke calmly and slowly, "I want to study curses, or perhaps you sense some hidden secret place.

Also, tell me all the curse techniques you cultivate, and I will spare your life. What do you think?"

Patriarch Yellow Hair immediately agreed, "I cultivate the Curse Lamp. The cultivation method is within the lamp. Since Fellow Daoist has already subdued it, obtaining the cultivation method is naturally not a problem.

The most bizarre place here is the Curse Altar. It seems simple, but it holds infinite possibilities.

Because I always felt there was a great secret hidden there. There is a dilapidated temple, and behind it is a broken hall, behind which are two characters that we don't recognize."

Li Chengfeng nodded, "Those two characters must be reversed by a concealing formation.

It seems I came to the right place this time. Also, how many old monsters are there with strength like yours?"

Patriarch Yellow Hair said, "To be honest, there are three others. The first is Old Freak Taiming, the second is Old Freak Blackwater, and the third is Fairy Devil Taro."

"Oh," Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "I see. So, which of them is the strongest?"

"Of course, Fairy Devil Taro is the strongest, followed by Old Freak Blackwater. Their strength is about the same as mine.

Old Freak Blackwater is skilled in using the Blackwater Curse, and Fairy Devil Taro uses the Devil Dao Curse.

She has a Devil Gate in her hand, and I don't know what kind of powerful cursed objects exist inside. Once illuminated by her gate and absorbed into it, one will be cursed to a fate worse than death."

Li Chengfeng pondered for a moment and said, "I see. Then, I will meet Old Freak Blackwater and Fairy Devil Taro next.

But before I meet them, you will take me to the Curse Abyss."

"Oh, good, Fellow Daoist. As long as Fellow Daoist wants to go, I will naturally not refuse."

At this moment, he became extremely agreeable because the feeling of having his life in someone else's hands was too painful.

And so, under the leadership of the Curse Lamp's Patriarch Yellow Hair, they quickly flew across tens of thousands of miles and finally saw a deep pool.

To call it a deep pool was an understatement; it was practically an ocean. These waters contained the power of curses.

These curse powers were very strange, different from the curse powers they wielded. They seemed to exist naturally and could not be refined at all.