"Master, there must be a way to save Master, right? I'll go to Jiyu to find the Holy Ancestor Medicine King. He has the elixir of living dead human flesh and white bones in his hand. He will definitely be able to save Master!"
Ci'en took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
"If we can find the ancestral medicine king, then senior brother may indeed have a chance. But now senior brother is exhausted, if he can't get up, it may be too late even if the medicine king arrives."
"This old monk will try his best to hang on to the breath of senior brother. Shanhui, you take the elders out first! By this time tomorrow, if I succeed, you immediately set off to the extreme region to find the Holy Ancestor Medicine King. If I fail , Alas... that may be God's will."
Shanhui looked at Ci'en with gratitude in his eyes, his legs had been crippled by Luo Yunxiao, he couldn't kneel down at this moment, he could only kowtow deeply to Ci'en.
All the monks in the room knelt down and looked at Ci'en with worship and hope in their eyes.
When Bodhidharma was defeated, they thought the sky was falling.
Heart full of pain and despair.
But now they realize that the cultivation level of Master Ci En's uncle is not much weaker than that of Bodhidharma. As long as he is still there, the Great Compassion Temple will not collapse.
The door of the hall was slowly closed.
Ci'en sat cross-legged in front of Bodhidharma, tapping the wooden fish lightly in her hand.
Suddenly, a ray of light radiated out, covering the entire room.
Mercy's eyes looked at Bodhidharma, who was pale and unconscious with his eyes closed, without blinking.
I don't know if it was because of the flickering lights and shadows in the room, but there was a seemingly invisible blue light flashing from the bottom of those muddy eyes.
The next moment, he lowered his eyes, and his fingers quickly formed one after another complicated and strange curse marks.
As more and more seals are formed.
A small black hole appeared in Ci'en's chest.
This black hole seems to be impossible to see to the bottom, and it rotates gently, getting bigger and bigger.
The black air that drifted out of the cave coiled around Bodhidharma's body like poisonous snakes.
On Bodhidharma's originally calm and dead face, there was an expression of pain and struggle.
He grunted and opened his eyes.
Seeing Ci'en sitting across from him, he was still a little overwhelmed for a moment, his cloudy eyes opened slightly: "Junior brother, you... what are you doing?!"
Ci'en also opened her eyes after hearing the words, showing a shallow smile: "Brother, are you awake? Actually, you shouldn't be awake. Isn't it more peaceful and happy to die in ignorance?"
Bodhidharma's expression changed: "Ci'en, what do you want to do?!"
He looked down suddenly, feeling the terrifying energy entangled in his body.
A look of shock and anger appeared on his face: "[Decapitating Curse]!! Ci'en, how could you use such a vicious spell?!"
The [Seizing the God Curse] is to completely plunder a person's cultivation base and soul to himself, without causing any incompatible sequelae.
This [curse] is too sinister and against the sky, so the conditions to be fulfilled are extremely difficult.
First, the person must be extremely proficient in mantras.
Even in the [Jiuli Tribe], which is famous for its [curse], almost no one can do it.
Secondly, the strength of the person casting the curse must be comparable to that of the person being cursed, and the person who casts the curse must complete all the seals of the curse without any resistance from the other party, so as not to be backlashed by the [Seizing God Curse].
And such a person must be someone close to him.