blood record

In the deep middle, Yang Yi doesn't know where he is now.

That gust of wind swept Yang Yi in, and he fell into this place, deep and dark. Fortunately, Yang Yi is also a master at the sixth level of blood coagulation and has opened up all the blood vessels in his body. With a slight flash of his eyes, he can see everything on the mountain clearly. .

"I curse you, I curse your body to rot, I curse your intellect, I curse your soul to be annihilated..."

It was this creepy sound again, it was this sound that scared An Shitang, a majestic transformation master, to flee, but in Yang Yi's view, this sound was indeed frightening and frightening. Fear, but apart from fear and fear, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it. On the contrary, I can feel a little bit of kindness.

Yes, it is kindness, this sound is like the call of a relative, and Yang Yi can't help but want to trace the sound to find the source. [

"click"

Yang Yi's foot stepped on something, he took a closer look, and his heart couldn't help but beat violently.

What he stepped on was a corpse, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

Yang Yi slightly bowed his body and looked at the skeleton carefully. Judging from the clothing on the corpse, it turned out to be a monk from Hualong Palace.

"This is a cursed place. I believe that I am not the only one who was involved. The monks who were involved are all dead!"

There was a chill in Yang Yi's heart. Only then did he feel that this was a cursed land that was appalling and could make even masters of shapeshifting flee. No one who entered it could ever come out alive.

Going forward, there are more and more bones, and there are many bones. It seems that they are suicides.

Moreover, although these bones have been dead for several years, even tens of thousands of years, there is still a strong oppressive aura, which shows that when these bones were alive, their cultivation level may be in the realm of transformation. , and is also a master in the transformation.

But even with such a high level of cultivation, in this cursed place, he can only become a pile of white bones.

"I curse you, I curse your body to rot, I curse your intellect, I curse your soul to be annihilated..."

It was this voice again, creepy, but it made Yang Yi feel kind.

This is like a mystery, which makes people want to solve the mystery. What makes Rangyi feel so kind?

In search of this sound, Yang Yi continued to walk deeper, winding, the further he went, the clearer he could feel the sound.

He didn't know how far he had walked and how deep he had penetrated into the mountain. At this moment, Yang Yi's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the narrow passage and entered a wide mountain.

"I curse you, I curse your body to rot, I curse your intellect, I curse your soul to be annihilated..."

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was right in front of my eyes.

In this wide mountain, there is only one stone platform, and on top of the stone platform, there is actually a huge skull.

Yes, this head is at least one or two times larger than ordinary people, but it is not an ordinary face, but faintly exudes a golden luster.

"I curse you, I curse your body to decay, I curse your intellect, I curse your soul to annihilate..."[

These chilling curses came from this head.

As soon as Yang looked at the head, his whole body trembled. At this moment, he didn't feel any fear, no fear, but a deep sadness.

A deep sadness lingered in Yang Yi's heart, and he didn't know why he felt sad when he saw this skull, as if this skull was his closest person.

"Why? Why do I feel sad?"

Yang Yi's heart was in pain, this kind of sadness was unstoppable, it was a sadness from the bottom of his heart.

"I curse you, I curse your body to rot, I curse your intellect, I curse your soul to be annihilated..."

It was this sound again, constantly resounding in Yang Yi's mind.

"My child, someone is finally here, someone is finally here..."

Yang Yimeng was startled, a strange voice sounded in his head, it was unusually old, but it made him feel kind.

"Don't be afraid, my child, you are still weak and far from being an adult. You are a child of our witch clan. I thought that it would never be possible to see our child again, but unexpectedly, you still came... "

"who are you?"

Yang Yi looked around vigilantly.

"My child, I am already dead, and all of our witch clan are also dead. My child, but the inheritance of our witch clan cannot be broken. This is my head. Only the children of our witch clan can You can feel the inheritance. Child, you don’t need to be sad, this is destined, the ancestor witches have already expected it... Child, come on, accept it, the curse technique, the root of my witch clan, the curse technique! "

The voice was intermittent, as if it was an old man who spoke coherently, but Yang Yi already understood that these words were said by the skull, or in other words, they were said by the skull before he completely died. It seems that he has long expected his arrival.

The cursed land that everyone fears and awes, but Yang Yi still feels kind. The reason is because Yang Yi is a witch, or in other words, Yang Yi possesses the body of a witch clan. The witch's breath.

"I curse you, I curse your body to decay, I curse your insanity, I curse your soul to annihilate... My child, you are a great child of our witch clan and the only hope, accept it, this is the curse technique!"

The voice just now flickered in Yang Yi's mind, but this sound seemed to have some mystery, which brought Yang Yi into a magical realm.

"The witch clan was born by destiny, but it died by destiny. The curse technique and the immortal golden body are the two major means of witches, and only witches can practice curse techniques..."

Yang Yi's mind gradually understood, and he also began to comprehend the magical curse technique.

Just after Yang Yi accidentally fell into the cursed land, the whole Tianyan was furious as a jng Guang was killed up and down Tianshan Mountain, and came to Hualong Palace Xingshi to question the crime.

A total of eighteen masters died, and many of Tianyan's official disciples also died. This kind of loss, even Tianyan, who was competing with Hualong Palace, was furious.

In the main hall of Hualong Palace, the elders of the elders group gathered together, divided into several groups, and made a lot of noise. [

"Yang Yi, Fatian, actually made Tianyan and me Hualong Palace so tense, he deserves to die. Even if he didn't die in the cursed land, he must be brought back to the sect and executed!" It was an elder with gray hair.

"Hmph, Yang Yitian's talent is the great fortune of my Hualong Palace. The Jindan master who can destroy the number of heavenly flames at the sixth level of blood coagulation is just my luck of Hualong Palace. Someone turned black and white and wanted to deal with Yang Yi. , What is the intention of Hualong Palace with me? His heart can be punished!" Another elder stood up and retorted.

"you……"

These elders were all arguing about Yang Yi, a disciple with only the sixth level of blood coagulation, because Yang Yi did an earth-shattering thing, slaughtered the entire Tianshan Mountain, such methods, such courage, really It's scary and surprising.

Some people appreciate it while others dislike it. This is just human nature, but there is one point of public opinion, that is, this matter is indeed a big mess. Yang Yi's name has also been thoroughly spread to all the monks, and spread throughout the world. every corner. ! ~!