Plane: Apostle of the Secret Realm

"Huh, it's finally done!"

Xu Feng stopped sharing, and if he continued to talk, the secret of this curse-killing technique would be revealed. Maybe those emperor-level experts would soon understand that it would be better to have this kind of powerful killing weapon in their own hands. The more people know about it, the more dangerous it will be. The most important thing is that Xu Feng has not yet found a way to break the curse. Whether it is a substitute puppet, blood rebirth, substitute death or other magical powers, Ineffective against Curse Killing.

Seeing Xu Feng stop, Zhen Yuanzi and several emperor-level experts showed regretful expressions on their faces. Others may not understand the subtlety of the curse killing technique, but as emperor-level experts, they can feel it. How terrifying is this magical power that has touched the rules!
At the same time, these emperor-level experts were also wary of Xu Feng. They originally thought that he was just a monk with the cultivation level of an immortal. For an emperor-level expert, although he cannot be said to be an ant, he can be destroyed with the palm of his hand. He did not expect this. A loose immortal actually had the ability to kill an emperor-level strong man, which made them pay more attention to Xu Feng. Even Qing Xuanzi suppressed the jealousy and murderous intention towards Xu Feng in his heart, and his eyes became cautious.

"Haha, thank you for sharing, little friend. This method of curse killing is truly extraordinary and breathtaking..." A complicated look appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face, and he looked towards Xu Feng.

At this moment, a yellow lion demon king showed a disdainful smile on his face, snorted coldly, looked at Xu Feng with squinting eyes, and said loudly: "What nonsense is the way to kill with a curse? Curses are for existences above the king level, The effect is minimal, and I have never heard of any precedent of a king-level or above being cursed to death..."

Immortal Zhenyuan narrowed his eyes and his face changed slightly. A mere king-level expert dared to interrupt him at the ginseng fruit meeting, and also denied his own views in and out of his words. No matter how good-tempered Zhen Yuanzi was, I can't bear this kind of slap in the face.

But when he saw the appearance of the demon king clearly, his stiff face suddenly became relaxed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the demon king's slap in the face in public.

Xu Feng also felt strange. At this moment, he heard the king-level expert beside him whisper: "This yellow lion spirit is said to be the favorite descendant of the Nine-headed Yuansheng. The invitation to the Ginseng Fruit Festival was originally given to Jiuling." What belonged to Yuan Sheng ended up being given to Huang Shijing..."

Xu Feng suddenly realized in his heart that Jiuling Yuan Sheng was powerful and an emperor-level monster. There was a big tree behind this yellow lion spirit. No wonder he was so arrogant;

"Little friend, this yellow lion spirit has extraordinary heels. His ancestor Jiuling Yuansheng is related to Western Buddhism. It has little knowledge and cannot see the benefits and harms of the curse killing method shared by me. You don't need to be familiar with it. !" Zhen Yuanzi's voice sounded in Xu Feng's ears, which was obviously similar to the magical power of transmitting sounds into secrets.

Xu Feng looked towards the Yellow Lion Spirit. This Yellow Lion Spirit was only at the middle level of the king level. Even among the demon kings in the courtyard, its strength was ranked in the middle and lower levels. The exquisiteness of the curse killing technique was not to mention the king level. It is difficult for strong people, even some ordinary emperor-level experts, to understand that among the dozen or so emperor-level experts present, there are only a few who, with cautious expressions on their faces, have experienced the extraordinary power of Xu Feng's curse-killing technique.

In the upper world, the ways of magic and witchcraft are generally looked down upon by people. Not to mention the king-level powerhouses, even some loose immortals scorn them. The king-level powerhouses themselves are more powerful, and most of the spells Both magic and voodoo are ineffective against them. In the minds of monks, the status of these two is even lower than that of voodoo;
After looking around, Xu Feng had a look of surprise on his face, but he couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart. He thought to himself: "The effect of the killing curse is a hundred times more terrifying than the legendary seven-arrow nail-head curse. And Compared with the Seven-Headed Arrow Technique, which requires consuming one's own luck, the cost of the Cursed Killing Technique is almost nothing, but the effect is even better than the Seven-Headed Arrow Technique! I'm afraid most of these people in front of me have never heard of it. How can I understand the power of my curse-killing technique without being able to master the Seven Arrows of Nail Head technique!"

Thinking of this, Xu Feng couldn't help but show a look of relief on his face, and he didn't care about Huang Shijing's rude words.

But in Huang Shijing's view, the faint smile on Xu Feng's face seemed to be dismissive of it and too lazy to continue arguing with it. This made Huang Shijing feel even more angry!

Naturally, the Ginseng Fruit Festival will not only have ginseng fruits, but also other spiritual fruit wines. For emperor-level powerhouses, these spiritual fruit wines are just delicious, but for king-level powerhouses, these spiritual fruit wines But it can improve your cultivation.As the main course of the meal, ginseng fruit was naturally left to the end, but these other spiritual fruits and spiritual wines had long been swept away by the king-level powerhouses. Even Xu Feng ate a lot and drank a lot of spiritual wine. The yellow lion spirit suddenly became drunk. In addition, with the towering tree of Jiuling Yuan Sheng at its back, it usually took advantage of disputes with others, which developed its arrogant and arrogant character.

Seeing the indifferent look on Xu Feng's face, Huang Shijing stood up directly due to his drunkenness, pointed at Xu Feng and shouted: "A mere monk who cultivates as an immortal picked up the invitation from nowhere, and with me Even though we were sitting at the same table, he even came up with some worthless spells to share with us, which is simply ridiculous!"

Huang Shijing's words resonated with the other king-level experts, and they all laughed and ridiculed;

"Come on, come on, I'll stand here!" Huang Shijing burped, pointed at Xu Feng with drunken eyes and shouted: "Just use your curse killing technique to kill me, if you can kill me I mean, you still have something to say in your curse-killing method. If you can't kill me, then kowtow to me three times on the spot and admit that you are just an unlearned liar!"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, any curse-killing method is all bullshit in my opinion!" The demon king next to the yellow lion spirit shook the mane on his neck and said with disdain: "That's all. You, a casual immortal cultivator, don’t have much knowledge, and you still regard spells as a treasure, but you don’t know that you can’t enter the eyes of the immortal family at all!”

"Haha, you are so generous. The level of this ginseng fruit club is getting lower and lower!" Another demon king chuckled and stood aside.

Seeing so many people supporting it, Huang Shijing suddenly became more arrogant and unruly. He even let go of his defenses, stood on the seat, patted his chest vigorously, and shouted towards Xu Feng: "Come on, come on, Grandpa let go of his defenses today and asked you to cast a curse, let’s see if you can kill grandpa!”

"Once I cast this curse-killing technique, I can't stop it!" Xu Feng said with a faint smile on his face: "I'll really curse you to death, and then your ancestor will blame you..."

Huang Shijing's face darkened. Although it had been relying on the power of its ancestor Nine Spirits Yuansheng to be domineering outside, it hated others mentioning its ancestor in front of him. When Xu Feng said this, his face darkened. He sneered and said: "You really want to curse me to death. I swear, my ancestor will never cause trouble for you, otherwise my soul in heaven will not be able to rest in peace. Everyone present, please bear witness for us. Is this okay?"

"Haha, if that's the case, then I'll show you my curse-killing skills!" Xu Feng said with a smile.

After a moment, everything was quiet. Huang Shijing showed an impatient look on his face and shouted loudly: "Are you ready? Does it take so long to prepare?"

Xu Feng waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly: "You are already dead!"

... (end of this chapter)