From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 586 Blood Curse

Li Qianliu's hair was disheveled, and the bloodstain on his forehead was dripping with blood, making him look very embarrassed.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Although he blocked half of Henry Zhang's sword just now with gray energy, the burst of thunder still hit him hard.

"Ahem, what a powerful thunder technique. I never thought that apart from Zhengyi, Maoshan also has such a powerful thunder technique."

Although Li Qianliu was severely injured by Henry Zhang, his expression did not change much, and he did not show any hatred for Henry Zhang, but exaggerated Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhangdao: "You are not bad, it's just a pity"

"It's a pity that I met you, right, haha ​​cough cough"

Li Qianliu laughed while talking, but he coughed violently again, coughing up a lot of blood foam because of the injury.

Although Li Qianliu was defeated by Henry Zhang, it is true, but if Henry Zhang is not there this time, people like Uncle Jiu and Zhang Qingshan would be slapped alone, and it would not be too difficult to kill them.

He is a celestial master, and he has learned hundreds of schools. He has learned a lot of Taoism and witchcraft in the past few years.

Compared with Henry Zhang, with these experiences, I am afraid that he is better than Henry Zhang in fighting.

Henry Zhang won easily, born of the physical body and the power of reincarnation, the physical body is tyrannical, and Li Qianliu's many attacks fell on Henry Zhang before the fight and became useless.

To be more precise, Henry Zhang's physical cultivation faintly surpassed the realm of a celestial master, and was higher than his spiritual cultivation.

And the power of reincarnation is Henry Zhang's reliance, although he didn't use it just now, but one method can be used, and all methods can be solved.

After comprehending the power of reincarnation, Henry Zhang's other Taoist techniques improved quickly, which made it seem that Henry Zhang could easily defeat Li Qianliu.

Li Qianliu was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and the formation was no longer restrained. The monks who killed the corpse king and many ghosts rushed over.

A group of people, headed by Lianxu, stood behind Henry Zhang, and their eyes fell on Li Qianliu, with a bit of embarrassment, but more of them were indifferent.

The sigh is because a celestial master has become like this, but the coldness is because of what Li Qianliu did, which caused many people in the world to suffer.

"Everyone, don't hate me so much, cough cough"

Li Qianliu barely stood up, except for a few Lianxu, the rest subconsciously took a few steps back in fright, obviously worried that he would fight back when he was dying.

Li Qianliu smiled, and instead of mocking them, he said to Master Ci'en, "Master, long time no see."

Master Ci'en was surprised in the tomb, looked at Li Qianliu, suddenly felt a little familiar between his eyebrows, and blurted out: "Are you the young man who secretly learned Buddhism?"

Li Qianliu nodded and admitted with a smile.

The reason why Li Qianliu got into the practice of Yiyi was because of a coincidence that he got the remnant scrolls of an old Taoist priest.

Li Qianliu is a genius. The old Taoist priest who was born is just an ordinary warlock in the Jianghu.

Li Qianliu has only worked for a year, and he has cultivated this remnant book thoroughly, and even surpassed the old Taoist priest.

It's just that at this time, he has reached a bottleneck, lacking in cultivation methods.

At the beginning, Li Qianliu devoted himself to seeking the Tao, but since he understood this way of cultivation, he was determined to go on.

Therefore, he began to try every means to learn the techniques of a hundred schools of thought, and this first time was from Master Ci'en of Shangyuan Temple.

He pretended to be a little novice monk and sneaked into the temple. During the day, he was just an ordinary little monk. At night, he quietly listened to Master Ci'en explaining the Dharma to his disciples.

At the beginning, his cultivation base was extremely low, so hiding like this was completely useless to Ci'en, a cultivator who had already entered the realm of refining.

But Ci'en is a person who cherishes talents, and at a glance, he can see that Li Qianliu is a good material for cultivation, and he is firm and eager to learn, so he didn't expose him.

Instead, he talked about a lot of things about getting started in cultivation, and deliberately let Li Qianliu listen to him, planning to get him into the door in the future.

Just like this, Li Qianliu's foundation became more and more solid, and his cultivation base became more and more powerful.

And Li Qianliu also realized that Master Ci'en intended to cultivate, but he wanted to learn from hundreds of schools, but he didn't want to be really bound here, so he had an accident and left by feigning death.

"Amitabha, it's a good thing that you didn't die, but why bother?"

Master Ci'en sighed, his eyes lowered, he obviously knew that Li Qianliu was that boy back then, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Li Qianliu said: "My disciple was seeking the true way back then, so he didn't enter Buddhism and learned from hundreds of schools. Now he just abandoned the way and became a demon. Master, don't feel sorry for me."

Li Qianliu coughed while talking, Henry Zhang’s thunder and lightning entered his body, which had destroyed most of his meridians, and his cultivation base was almost gone, and his life was not long.

He walked up to the crowd, his voice suddenly became louder, and he said: "Qianliu has secretly learned the methods of Shangyuan Temple and Zhengyi. Qianliu managed to steal spells."

"I, Li Qianliu, can't be counted as a good person. Although I haven't succeeded in conspiring to seize the secret arts of various sects, I am determined to be disgraceful, but"

Li Qianliu's voice paused, and his face suddenly turned cold.

He was physically weak, but at this moment his eyes were extremely sharp on everyone, and he said: "The Ayao inside, but everyone can't help her."

Back then, Meng Yao went down the mountain to save others, even though he entered the White Lotus Sect by mistake, he died innocently.

He questioned everyone, Zhang Qingsong, Uncle Jiu and a group of monks couldn't help being silent. Last night, they had listened to the ins and outs of the matter at Henry Zhang.

Although they didn't approve of Li Qianliu's actions, they couldn't say anything wrong with Meng Yao.

There was a disaster in those years, some sects closed the mountain to protect themselves.

Some sects encountered a catastrophe and were unable to save people.

Others are like the big faction of Zhengyi Maoshan, whose disciples travel all over the place, disperse and save people, slay demons and demons, and their strength is meager.

Not to mention that in troubled times, it would be difficult to distinguish the facts. The name of the White Lotus Sect demon overshadows everything. How can they know whether this saint Meng Yao is good or bad?

"Amitabha."

Ci'en uttered the Buddha's name, and he said: "Please give condolences to Meng Yao's benefactor, please stop, Zhang Xiaoyou took action, your injury should be"

"Ahem. No need, master, Qianliu never thought of living."

Li Qianliu's cough became more and more urgent, and blood foam flew out, as if his lungs had been pierced into honeycombs.

Henry Zhangdao: "It takes more than a short time to refine a corpse and turn it into a ghost, and it won't help if you delay like this."

"Have you seen it?"

Li Qianliu smiled, but a little reluctantly, the breath on his body became weaker and weaker.

Li Qianliu said: "No matter what, you have to try, right? This time at least let me die first."

Li Qianliu's voice fell, and blood began to emerge from his five sense organs, and the blood all over his body began to flow out, and suddenly bursts of strange spells rang out from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)