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Chu Jingfeng looked down at Taoist priest Shen Yun and said faintly, "don't underestimate anyone. Maybe you're not as good as others."

After twenty years of cultivation, he didn't know that the golden pill had been completely defeated, and only once did he show his bitter face.

If he knew that Chu Jingfeng had been practicing for only half a year, how would he feel?

"As a fellow practitioner, please spare my life. I'm willing to teach you the cultivation method of curse. You know, the Tao can't be passed on lightly."

Taoist priest Chenyun said weakly.

He only has this chip now, and he can only yearn for Chu Jingfeng to be moved by the curse method.

Chu Jingfeng said faintly, "if I kill you, I can naturally get it from your treasure bag."

"Ha ha, you think too simply!"

Taoist priest Shen Yun disdained and said, "I got this curse from a mountain forest cave. After cultivation, I have already destroyed the jade slips of the skill. Now I am the only one in the world who knows this curse. No one can get it unless I dictate it."

"That's OK. Give me the curse and I'll spare you one life."

Chu Jingfeng said faintly.

"Seriously?"

Taoist priest Chenyun didn't expect Chu Jingfeng to promise so simply, which made him a little suspicious.

Chu Jingfeng said, "it's true, or I can kill you now."

It seems so.

Taoist priest Shen Yun thought about it, but he soon felt that something was wrong, so he quickly said, "you can give me the curse. You must swear and promise to let me leave after getting the curse. Otherwise, even if I die, I can't tell you the curse."

"Swear?"

Chu Jingfeng suddenly sneered and took out a silver needle: "then go to hell."

Taoist Shen Yun's face changed. Unexpectedly, Chu Jingfeng said he would start. He immediately transported the last real yuan and wanted to fight, but Chu Jingfeng's speed was faster and a needle pierced into his back neck.

It's false to say you want to kill him. It's true to want to stab a silver needle into his stamina!

When the silver needle entered the body, Taoist Shen Yun trembled, and his eyes became confused.

But there was still a struggle in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Chu Jingfeng asked.

"Taoist priest Chenyun..."

He said slightly numbly.

"Where did you get your curse?"

"It's ancestral to Xiangxi. I'm the only descendant of Xiangxi source school. The art of curse is the main cultivation technique of our sect."

Taoist priest Shen Yun answered honestly.

"Hum!"

Chu Jing snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, the old boy dared to deceive himself at this juncture. What he said came from a mountain cave, which is clearly inherited.

Chu Jingfeng secretly rejoices that Taoist priest Shen Yun didn't tell himself the art of curse in a sober state. Otherwise, the old guy may have given a fake art of curse.

When there is something wrong with cultivation, it will be miserable.

"Well, tell me your cultivation method of curse."

Chu Jingfeng ordered.

"Yes..."

Taoist priest Shen Yun just said a word, his expression changed slightly, and his face showed the color of struggle.

"If you want to force me to... Fan, don't... Dream..."

Taoist priest Shen Yun said word by word. Biting his teeth, it was obvious that he had resisted the power of the silver needle. His head was awake for a short time and refused to say the cultivation method.

Chu Jingfeng was not surprised and couldn't help sighing.

He had never thought of using this method to get the cultivation method of curse. He knew that this method had a good effect on ordinary people and people with lower accomplishments than himself, but it was unreliable when dealing with monks with higher realm than himself.

The higher the realm, the more so.

He just wants to try this time. If he can't, he can only use other methods.

For example... Soul searching!

To be honest, soul searching is too cruel. Chu Jingfeng doesn't want to use it easily, but Taoist Shen Yun is not a good man and is so stubborn. So Chu Jingfeng can only use a more radical method.

"In that case, don't blame me."

Chu Jingfeng raised his hand and pressed it on Taoist Shen Yun's head, and his terrible mind rushed in.

His mind is very huge. It is stronger than the mind of the general friars in the later period of the golden elixir. This is the horror of the nine turn golden elixir and the magic formula.

"Ah ~"

As soon as Taoist priest Chenyun was searched, he immediately screamed in pain, his face was pale, his whole body trembled, and the corners of his mouth kept foaming.

"Spare me, spare me, I said."

Taoist priest Chenyun made a frightened cry for mercy.

Unfortunately, once soul searching is performed, it is impossible to stop.

Chu Jingfeng ignored Taoist priest Shen Yun's request for mercy, and continued to search for souls with a cold expression.

Soon, Taoist Shen Yun's body began to spasm, and finally fell to the ground, convulsing constantly, and completely died in less than a minute.

This is the horror of soul searching.

Those who are searched for souls, even if the spirits are strong, can not escape the bad luck of death.

Even this kind of death is a direct death

This kind of irreversible and terrible consequences, people in the devil's way like to use it very much, while people in the right way despise it very much.

Yao Zun acted openly and forthrightly all his life. He always acted according to his heart, both right and evil. However, he never used soul searching.

Chu Jingfeng's soul searching technique was obtained from the formula of transforming God.

Take the ashes of the six treasures in the sky and let them grow into the ashes of the six treasures in the sky and earth, and then collect them.

"When you return to ningzhou City, you will have three days off."

Chu Jingfeng said.

"Great!"

The rabbit was overjoyed and couldn't help it.

Chu Jingfeng didn't speak, but sat on the rabbit and began to digest what he got from Taoist Shen Yun's memory.

The memory of a person's life is very complex. If the information obtained from soul searching also has an impact on soul searching people. Fortunately, Chu Jingfeng has a magic formula to protect the soul, but he is not afraid to be affected by the memory of Taoist Shen Yun.

"Chu boy, you are more and more like a man in the devil's way now. Ha ha."

Duan Wuji said with a laugh.

Chu Jingfeng glanced: "I just do things according to my own heart. It doesn't matter whether the devil is evil or not. People like Taoist priest Chenyun are damn."

"Well, you're right."

Duan Wuji nodded in agreement.

Soon, the rabbit took Chu Jingfeng back to ningzhou city and stopped in a remote corner of a private hospital.

"Rabbit, you go. Don't make trouble for me, or you'll never think of it next time."

Chu Jingfeng warned.

"Dad, don't worry. I'm so clever. How can I cause trouble?"

The rabbit laughed and ran away with amazing speed.

"Little blood, follow it."

Chu Jingfeng waved his hand, and the blood spirit flew out of his hand and fell in front of Chu Jingfeng. He nodded to Chu Jingfeng, and then turned into a blood light and flew out.

"Shit, it's you again. What do you do with me every day!"

In the distance came the annoyed voice of the rabbit.

Chu Jingfeng smiled low, then looked at the seventh floor of the inpatient building, sorted out his mood and walked upstairs.