"Uncle, Ji Hao is feeling uncomfortable. It would be a good idea to show him this bitter wood!" After a while, Man Man finally broke the weird silence in the room. She blinked and looked at Si Wen innocently. Life.
Si Wenming smiled slightly, took a step back, and pointed at Ji Hao who was lying on the low couch: "It's okay to give it a try. Brother Kumu's enthusiasm is always a good intention. Well, I don't know Brother Kumu, you Which lineage of witch doctor skills are you cultivating?"
Before Kumu could answer, Si Wenming had already answered by himself: "Insect? Grass? Beast? Spirit? Ghost? Yin? The skills of witch doctors are ever-changing, and the corresponding curses are also ever-changing. Hao, a doll, can't do it either. I know what hurt me."
Kumu rolled up his wrinkled and gray sleeves, sat next to Ji Hao calmly, stretched out three fingers of his right hand and pressed on Ji Hao's wrist vein. Feeling the pulse of Ji Hao's wrist pulse with trembling fingers, Kumu said calmly: "I am just an ascetic in the world. What I practice is not the witch doctor technique that the world is familiar with."
Raising his head, Kumu looked at Si Wenming and smiled lightly: "I have no enmity or grudges with this little brother. I am just curious about the witchcraft on him, so I came here to have a look. Why should noble people be in trouble with us poor people?"
Si Wenming smiled lightly and shook his head.
'Noble person'? 'Misfortune'
Kumu's words contained a lot of things like guns and sticks. Manman couldn't tell, but Siwen Ming was different. In Si Wenming's view, the human race is the human race, and he has never considered himself a so-called nobleman. But Kumu forcibly opposed the 'noble people' and the 'misfortunes', with very ulterior motives!
Ji Hao lay on the low couch, carefully concentrating all his soul power and not letting a trace of his spiritual thoughts leak out.
What the Nine-Character Mantra Sutra is best at is tapping into one's own potential and controlling the natural power of the universe. The subtle control of energy has reached the level of carving on the tip of a needle. He controlled the energy and blood all over his body and made a mess of his body appearance. He hadn't caught the big fish he wanted yet, but he didn't expect another greedy fish to take the bait.
At the moment of the attack, although Ji Hao himself could not tell the difference, the two divine fire snakes that had signed a contract with him clearly told him that they could smell the three-eyed monkey in the blood talisman.
In other words, the tide of beasts all over the mountains and plains was the method used by the three-eyed monkey. Ji Hao deliberately pretended that he could not afford to be seriously injured because he wanted to cooperate with Si Wenming in fishing. Unexpectedly, the real master didn't come, and Ku Mu came over reluctantly.
Feeling Kumu's three fingers resting on his wrist veins, Ji Hao's heart moved, and the energy and blood all over his body suddenly began to violently tumble. His Qi and blood were like a naughty monkey, flowing forward and backward in his blood vessels. Countless whirlpools appeared in the large blood vessels, and the small blood vessels simply became knotted.
Only Ji Hao, who has such meticulous control over his body, can control such changes in his own energy and blood.
In the Southern Wilderness, even ordinary Witch Kings and Witch Emperors would focus more on aggressive and violent attacks. Who would have the patience to exercise such exquisite control over their own bodies? It is completely impossible for them to do what Ji Hao is doing.
Kumu's fingers were cold and dry, like a piece of fine cold jade, exuding a cold and light aura. A trace of cold energy, like mercury running down the earth, emerged from his fingertips and quickly touched Ji Hao's blood vessels. Kumu's face suddenly became extremely beautiful.
He has never seen anyone with such chaotic Qi and blood!
He did not doubt that this was Ji Hao's own deliberate action - Ji Hao's Nine-Character Mantra Alchemy was beyond common sense. Kumu never dreamed that a little Southern Wilderness witch could control his own Qi and blood to such an exquisite level. Degree.
So Kumu believed that Ji Hao was really under a vicious blood curse.
The question is, what kind of damn blood curse is this that actually made Ji Hao's body become such a mess
What puzzled Kumubai even more was what kind of monster-like blood curse caused Ji Hao's energy and blood to be so chaotic, yet he could still survive? A touch of greed flashed in the depths of Kumu's eyes, and Kumu vaguely guessed—could it be that Ji Hao had some kind of life-saving genius treasure
Gently pressing his fingers on Ji Hao's wrist veins, Kumu looked down at the storage bag hanging on Ji Hao's waist, and said with a smile: "This little brother, this bag hanging on Ji Hao's waist is really exquisite and cute!"
Si Wenming squinted his eyes, smiled, and said nothing, but the wild pigeon standing above him let out a "coo".
Manman squatted beside the low couch, looked at Ji Hao worriedly and sighed: "What about this little bag? Ji Hao killed a few barbarians who were blocking the road and snatched it from them! Hey, Kumu, don't just worry about it You’re just looking around, why don’t you hurry up and get rid of the curse?”
Kumu smiled slightly and nodded slowly: "I roughly understand what the curse is on this little brother. Well, let's see if my 'little relief spell' can help him get rid of this vicious witchcraft."
His hands were formed in a seal, and his fingers were spread like lotus flowers. Kumu squinted his eyes and recited a mantra vaguely. Amidst the sound of the 'Buzzing' spell, a faint white light erupted from Kumu's mouth, and then a white air shot up from his head three feet high. In the white air, a faint crystal light could be seen faintly floating on a small tree.
The sound of the spell was like a hundred thousand flies chirping in unison in his ears. Ji Hao's brain sank, and he felt a numbness in front of his eyes, and he almost fell asleep.
Fortunately, the Zifu Golden Pill was spinning rapidly, and Ji Hao's soul was extremely stable hidden in the Golden Pill, so he was not hypnotized by the sound of the spell. His whole body froze slightly, and he hurriedly recited the nine-character mantra silently, quietly forming the mantra seal with his fingers, secretly resisting Kumu's spell.
Kumu opened his eyes slightly and stared at Ji Hao's closed eyes.
Ji Hao suddenly felt his eyes light up. Although his eyes were closed, he still saw Kumu. A faint white light enveloped Kumu's body. Kumu gradually approached, and his figure became larger with every step he took. Gradually Kumu walked into Ji Hao's soul space step by step. His body has become six feet tall, and the white light lingering all over his body is like the arrival of a god.
Lotus flowers spurted out from his mouth, and Kumu shouted loudly: "Little baby, did you kill your own disciples to snatch the bag of treasures in your waist?"
Ji Hao said nothing, but looked at Kumu coldly.
Kumu didn't wait for Ji Hao's answer and couldn't help but be stunned. Then he shook his head helplessly and shouted in a low voice: "The barbarians in the Southern Wilderness are all stupid and stubborn. They only cultivate the physical body and not the soul. Their souls are nourished by the huge body of essence and blood, and they become more and more powerful." They are becoming more and more powerful, but their use of soul is just like that of wild beasts."
"Hey, I used the wrong person for my little dream-transcendence technique. This baby was under a witchcraft, and his soul may have been turned into a mess... We have to gather the fragments of his soul first before we can find out who it is. Senior brother’s disciple was poisoned by him!”
Kumu murmured to himself.
Ji Hao had silently used his magical power, and 90% of the magic power of the Zifu Golden Pill surged out, turning into a purple thunder in the soul space and roaring down, hitting Kumu's head hard.
With one blow, Kumu's six-foot body shattered into pieces.
(End of chapter)