fifth form

Chapter 105 No.20 Two
"I gave my heart and soul in that room, and swore my heart demon vow!"

He urged Zhang Xuezhou not to reveal his blood, hair, and date of birth, but Wu Chao didn't expect that he would do all these things.

But he really couldn't bear the temptation to do so.

Among the spells controlled by Hong Ku, the other party does have spells involving the future.

As long as you learn this technique, you can easily arrange disaster avoidance and hunting.

"Is he really willing to teach you this technique?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

"Necessary, this is the rule of the Holy Land." Wu Chao nodded and said: "The real master of this technique is probably the Taoist Lord. The teacher is just an intermediary for teaching, so he can't help but not teach it!"

"So it is!"

Hongku may be able to teach this technique because of his extraordinary talent. As an inheritor, when the students meet the relevant conditions, Hongku must also teach this technique according to the rules of the Holy Land.

This is not a question of whether Hongku wants to teach, but as long as Hongku belongs to the Holy Land, Hongku needs to obey the rules of the Holy Land.

Unless Hongku can overthrow the Holy Land, or be abolished by the Holy Land, Hongku can freely do things according to his own ideas.

Wuchao is no different.

According to the rules of the Holy Land, he swore the Great Oath of Inner Demons to obtain the inheritance of this Taoism.

If it wasn't for Zhang Xuezhou's awakening, which made Wu Chao think about it, Wu Chao would definitely not reveal a word to Zhang Xuezhou.

This Taoism is different from the Snake Head Curse, it is invisible and intangible, but if he doesn't say it, no one will know that he has this Taoism.

Wu Chao cherishes this only friend very much, and also cherishes the only remaining teacher-brother relationship in Hongku's school.

"When I complete this Taoism, our future safety will be greatly guaranteed," Wu Chao said.

Hong bitterly indifferent, even knowing that Wu Ti's life was in danger, he did not protect himself personally.

But they are different, if Wuchao deduces the relevant risks, he and Zhang Xuezhou must guard at all times, trying to survive the relevant risks, so as not to lose their lives.

The two looked at each other, and it was only then that the teaching came to an end, and they walked out of Hongku's compound step by step.

"Ugh!"

In the room, watching Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou leave the door, Hong Ku was silent for a while, and finally had to sigh.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a sharp knife.

In the quick swing of the sharp knife, a monster bird was quickly cut off its neck.

Blood immediately sprayed all over the high platform in front of Hong Ku.

"For so many years, who has been cursing me behind the scenes?"

Hong Ku threw the corpse of the demon bird in his hand casually at his feet, and while he was muttering something, a shimmering figure of the demon bird suddenly appeared in the air.

As Hong Ku chanted the incantation, the monster bird penetrated the window like a stream of light, and then flew vertically into the sky.

But Hiroku's search is doomed to futility.

During these years, he searched for the curse caster behind the scenes dozens of times, and returned empty-handed every time.

This time is no exception.

The soul led by the monster bird wandered in the sky for a moment, and then turned into specks of light and dissipated.

This forced Hong Ku's eyes to turn to a piece of props for the Heart Demon Oath and Great Curse on the high platform.

Essence and blood, hair, birthday horoscope.

These are the three elements of mantra, and they are also a must for a complete mantra performer.

Hong Ku hesitated for a few seconds before his lips began to murmur.

After a while, he bit his finger, pushed his arm little by little, and squeezed out a drop of dark black blood.

This drop of blood was darker than Wu Chao's blood essence, and when Hong Kuo finished chanting the mantra, he had firmly imprinted this drop of blood essence on top of Wu Chao's blood essence.

The two drops of blood essence entangled with each other, and it seemed that some kind of fusion had taken place.

Hong Ku took a wooden figure, quickly drew Wu Chao's birth date on it, and tied his hair to the wooden figure.

After reciting some incantations, he carefully tied the wooden man to the contract cloth on which Wu Chao swore the oath of the heart demon.

"No.20 is two!"

After carefully casting the spell, Hong Ku returned to his previous expressionless appearance.

He can't find the caster behind the scenes, but he can guide the other party's spells to those close to him. Not only can he use this human body medium to fight against the behind-the-scenes, but he can also make the other party's spells useless.

In this game of incantations, the two sides are not only competing in their own incantation methods, but also in their respective casting media to see who can continue to consume to the end.

The other party may need all kinds of natural materials and earth treasures, but Hong Ku only needs people.

Wife and children, children, master and apprentice...

As long as many relationships have a substantial connection, they can be used by him to act as substitutes for disasters.

And he treated these students indifferently, kept a distance from them, and tried to remove his connection as much as possible.

In the eyes of many people in the Holy Land, he was just guilty of fate, and it would be bad luck for anyone who got close to him, but no one would think that he was using the students who had a relationship to prevent disasters and bear the spell.

After all, the spell lasted too long.

He accepts students once every three years, and he has already killed 21 students.

Right now it is preparing No.20 two students to replace those affected by the disaster.

Not to mention that he involved his family members.

Hong Ku looked at the high platform where the spell was cast.

The skill of seeing the future is indeed his trump card, but it is not the only trump card.

What he really possessed, and even integrated into it, was this life-saving scapegoat curse.

This is his unique spell, and it is also a life-saving spell that has protected him for so many years.

Without this Dao technique, he would have been dead for decades, how could he live till now.

"There are countless people in the world who know my details, but there are not many who can curse me and make it difficult to find my trace. Which one of you is the one who performs the spell?"

It is difficult to find the magic bird with the death breath of the crow, but Hong Ku's eyes are on the higher part of the holy mountain.

In those unique aura-filled places, there lived twelve venerables from the Holy Land of the Yiying River.

But even the lowest-strength venerable has reached the threshold of the fortieth realm, stepping into the solipsistic realm.

And Hong Ku's strength is a great achievement in the realm of supernatural powers.

He can fight beyond a certain level, but when facing his peers, his advantage is very small.

He didn't even dare to come to the door to ask for advice, lest the other party deliberately lose his hand and kill him reasonably while asking for advice.

"One day, one day..."

Hiro murmured bitterly.

As a conjurer, he is very patient.

In this game of prey and hunter, he will not always be on the defensive side.

As long as he knows who is manipulating behind the scenes, he can also launch a sneak attack, and maybe the opponent's life will be killed in one blow.

The outcome of a fair fight depends on the strength of the cultivation base, as well as the means of attack you have, but sneak attacks don't need that much.

As long as the arrangement is reasonable, it's not surprising to use the low to beat the high, especially for a spell master like him.

Hong Ku recited one name after another in a low voice, and his fingers stained with bird blood kept writing these names on a piece of cloth.

His eyes were filled with all kinds of hatred.

If it wasn't for lack of strength, he must have believed in the creed that he would rather kill by mistake than let go, and killed all the twelve venerables in the Holy Land, cutting off all future troubles directly.

His expression was mixed with hatred and remorse, and even more so with infinite anger, as if he wanted to melt the names of these venerables.

And under the window of his room, a hair raised its head, and then quickly crawled down again, like dust on the window, it was difficult to attract any attention.

(End of this chapter)