After the ancestors fell

Chapter 223
"Strange, why can't this spell be undone?"

The magic seal on the fingertips fell, and Mu Qingfeng frowned slightly, watching the black donkey's body change several times.

It seems that everything is in the normal process of breaking the curse, but if Mu Qingfeng's perception is not sharp, I'm afraid there is no abnormality in it.

According to the plan, [-]% of the curse should have been unlocked at this time, but now there is a strange force attached to the curse seal.

It was dormant before, but at this moment it was awakened instantly due to the contact of the spell.

Lu Changsheng, who was in the formation at this time, was not feeling very well. He saw it sometimes transforming into a blurred human figure, and sometimes transforming into a stretched and deformed donkey body, while neighing in pain.

On the barren cliff, the moon was hanging in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight was drawn by the power of the formation and poured into the body of the black donkey.This is the curse-breaking auxiliary formation of the Bamen ghost lock needle, which was originally drawn by the moonlight, plus other means of the curse-breaking seal.Although it will take some effort, it can be solved no matter what.

But now, seeing Lu Changsheng in pain, Mu Qingfeng felt suspicious.

"wrong!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she remembered one thing.It's just that this matter is vague, as if there is a fog ahead.

The next moment, there was a roll of bamboo slips in the palm of her hand, exuding a strong breath, and she saw a flash of inspiration at her fingertips, and the bamboo slips slowly unfolded like a scroll.

As far as the eye can see, there are a series of mysterious talismans, exuding a faint gray light. With the appearance of the dark light, the surrounding air suddenly becomes much weirder.

This is not a commonly used word in the cultivation world today.Mu Qingfeng focused her consciousness on the bamboo slips calmly, and a large amount of information poured from the text to her consciousness.

The information contained in these talismans is very huge, and it takes a lot of effort to look at it every time, but after a few breaths, her face turned pale.

Fortunately, such a moment does not last too long.

Soon, Mu Qingfeng withdrew his consciousness from the bamboo slips, looked at Lu Changsheng who had recovered his donkey body on the ground, and gradually became clearer about what happened to him now.If that is true, this person is really...

Thinking of this, the always indifferent Mu Qing Fengye couldn't help but show some sympathy for him.

"Friend Lu Daoyou, do you still remember the time when you came to the Netherworld?"

Perhaps, because of those sympathies, Mu Qingfeng was a little more patient than before, and of course he was more curious.

"Of course I remember, back then I made an appointment with a few close friends to travel together, but unexpectedly encountered evil cultivators' schemes, so I fell into a secret realm and then entered the Netherworld by mistake."

The donkey was not in a good mood at this time, but he still patiently told what he remembered.

"What kind of secret realm?" Mu Qingfeng asked.

"What kind of secret realm..." Lu Changsheng's eyes flashed blankly, and he said to himself, "Yes, what kind of secret realm is it? Is it... a fairy mountain?"

There was uncertainty in his voice.

At the same time, his body changed here. Originally, he was a young black donkey with shiny, oily fur, and turned into a bony, dying old donkey.

What's more interesting is that his inner vitality is the same as before, without any sign of damage.

Seems like all this change was just for... teasing?
Mu Qingfeng thought of these two words inexplicably.When breaking the curse earlier, she used her spiritual sense to investigate the situation in the other party's inner mansion, and her vital spirit didn't look abnormal.

However, the absence of anomalies is its strangeness.

Lu Changsheng has been tortured by so many years of spells, he has almost no mana, and under the constant torment of the eight-door ghost lock needle, he can still maintain the state of the Nascent Soul realm. If the foundation is damaged, it is almost impossible to completely restore the state of the heyday.

But he didn't see any decadent state inside, which is really puzzling.

(End of this chapter)