Yin Curse and Head Curse.

At this moment, Jiang Liu almost naturally remembered this evil curse. This curse from the old demon of the black coffin, the mysterious power of the owner's curse.

However, the last time he used the old monster Huang Zhu as the curse object for the experiment, he did not receive any feedback, which disappointed Jiang Liu quite a bit.

After thinking carefully, he felt that this mantra should have great significance, but he had not yet discovered its power. Perhaps because, as an old monster, Huang Zhu, who was strange, had the ability to withstand the mantra.

This time, he decided to change his opponent. There is no doubt that Yin Tianpeng, who had just learned the name, was the best target.

When he thought of it, Jiang Liu's true energy suddenly flowed in a strange line, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and evil aura.

In front of him, a tomb with black and white in tune appeared in a trance. Compared to the last time, the tomb this time was a little different.

Layer after layer, mountains and mountains appear in terraced fields, showing them in front of him. Looking at him, there are many cemeteries and rows of cemeteries.

The stern and mysterious atmosphere made Jiang Liu's breathing slightly stagnate. This evil technique was indeed exciting, very similar to the scene of a supernatural film in his previous life, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

On the tomb, some are floating with white paper, some are burning half-dead yellow paper of the money, some are green, bloody, or black hair, and some are half a weird body that looks like a doll, floating in the wind, swaying left and right.

All kinds of mystery, trembling, and extremely evil.

After glanced at it, Jiang Liu took a breath and began to call Yin Tianpeng's name, telling the object of the curse about the mysterious scene in front of him.

"Yin Tianpeng!"

"Yin Tianpeng!!"

"Yin Tianpeng!!!"

“·······”

Suddenly, countless echoes appeared in front of this cemetery that could not see the boundary, as if countless voices were summoning the name at the same time.

Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes and knew that this was a soul-suming sound, and the curse began to take effect. Compared to the last time, the spell he cast was obviously more complete, and this curse land was more like an evil real world.

Sure enough, the next second, the three black-haired graves in front of me burst into flames and turned into green flames and burned.

At the same time, deep in Kunyin Temple.

As Yin Ming left, Yin Tianpeng's eyes flashed, and finally let out a long breath, with a serious and serious expression.

If it were not forbidden, he would not want to give up the foundation he had fought for hundreds of years. But in recent days, the strength of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect shocked him.

The huge palm that suddenly appeared on the battlefield made him tremble even more.

The two are superimposed, and the chances of such a sect being able to beat the other party are too small. He even wondered why the other party had not yet come to the door after waiting for so long.

"With the strength of the master of the giant palm, it only takes a few breaths. Everything that Kunyin Temple has managed for hundreds of years will probably be gone."

His eyes were flashing, and Yin Tianpeng could not calm down.

The giant palm overturned the worldview that he had finally established in his life, which made him feel particularly shocked and fearful, and even caused trauma to his soul, unable to forget, and felt powerless and humble.

Even he was fantasizing about what posture he should use to express surrender and express his intentions if the other party appeared in front of him.

In the Nascent Soul stage, he didn't want to die at such a young age. He was only a few steps away from entering the physical stage and had a better future.

Suddenly, Yin Tianpeng's whole body shook, and the candles surrounding him fluctuated violently.

"What's this?!!"

His pupils contracted and his breathing was rapid. He looked down at his body in fear between his eyes. On top of his limbs, countless fine black hair suddenly grew, followed by his body.

The dense black hair rushed out of his pores, and at the same time, his true energy and mental power were rapidly fading away.

"curse!!!"

"Someone is cursing me!!"

Yin Tianpeng opened his eyes wide, and was extremely shocked.

Such a sinister method is often disgraceful to the world. It is strange and difficult to prevent, and it is a powerful tool for practitioners.

At the same time, this method also has rare and precious attributes. It is hard to see it on weekdays. Even if someone has it, it is just a few words and cannot practice at all.

"Damn it!! I didn't learn the Yang system method of Ganyang Zong!!"

"I can't resist such evil magic!"

Yin Tianpeng growled in fear and anger.

He watched black hair grow all over his body, and his true energy spirit faded quickly and became weak.

In just a dozen breaths, the monster had turned into black hair all over his body, and could not see his original appearance, leaving only a heavy breathing sound echoing.

In the Great Wilderness Sword Sect Sword Palace.

Jiang Liu stopped cursing, and the burning of the three tombs made two-thirds of his true energy pour out.

After breathing a long sigh, there was a smile in his eyes.

"Yes, this time I feel very strong. Sure enough, this evil spell has experience in casting spells. The more I use it, the more proficient it will be, and the more powerful it should be."

"Stay a break and restore your true energy and continue tomorrow!"

After easily retiring the evil technique, Jiang Liu sat cross-legged and meditated.

In Kunyin Palace, Yin Tianpeng gasped and was surprised to find that this spell had stopped.

"I'm not dead!!"

"The curse has stopped!"

After his whole body trembled, he quickly meditated and quickly entered to resume his cultivation. Faced with this evil evil and unpredictable magic spell, he felt deeply frightened.

After the real energy was activated and a lot of energy was spent, Yin Tianpeng was exhausted and took off all his black hair.

It was not until the next morning that he closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

At this break, it was noon and his body suddenly shook again.

"No!! Why is it coming again?"

He looked down in horror and saw that this time, what grew on his body was not black hair, but blood-colored hair, sharp and hard as steel needles, and accompanied by severe pain.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Who is it? Who is cursing me!?"

Yin Tianpeng shouted, watching as he turned into a blood-haired monster again, his whole body felt as if it was torn apart, and his sweat fell to the ground like rain.

This time, after another dozen breaths, the curse dissipated again.

"I survived again!"

With a trembling voice, Yin Tianpeng said with difficulty.

He seized the time and dispelled all his blood hair again, and vomited blood in great fatigue.

The third day, the same time.

Jiang Liu smiled and was already familiar with the curse. He entered the black and white cemetery and told Yin Tianpeng that his name was three words, and he thought about his background, address, and identity.

Then, three earthen tombs with paper people turned into green flames and burned, accompanied by sharp screams, and the curse began again.

In Kunyin Hall, Yin Tianpeng roared, his whole body trembling with anger.

He lowered his head and looked at his arms and legs that were twisted into a twisted shape, appearing like a vine, and were in great pain.

"Damn it!! Why is it coming again?!"
Chapter completed!