Late at night, Zhao Yun opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, light shot out from his eyes, which was quite sharp and cut an ancient tree in half. His spirit transformed into a martial spirit, and his eyes became much deeper.

"good."

Zhao Yun stood up and stretched hard, his body crackled, and he advanced to two levels in a row. With the thunder body tempering, his body was much stronger, and he felt that every drop of blood was full of explosive power.

The body is filled with majestic power.

This is the foundation and blessing he gained from this nirvana.

"Xiu'er, teach me the secret techniques of martial arts attacks!"

Zhao Yun took Long Yuan and Zi Xiao away and looked at Moon God with a smile.

Luna did not respond.

In other words, she was still nourishing her soul body and had no time to talk to Zhao Yun.

"You have also transformed."

Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled, and he could see that the Moon God was changing.

This is a good sign.

They are grasshoppers on a rope. When the moon god becomes powerful, it will be of no harm to him. Maybe he will be able to revive his supernatural power. If he is not careful, he can soar into the sky.

He didn't bother and turned around to go down the mountain.

However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been hit by a drill. The pain penetrated to his bones. He was really injured, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Uh...!

Before he could react, he felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"How could this be?"

Zhao Yun didn't stand firm for a step, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood. In these three or two seconds, his limbs, bones, internal organs, and meridians all felt severe pain, like burning flames, like being struck by lightning, like

Someone was holding a steel needle and pricking me again and again. The strange thing was that there was no one around!

This pain comes for no reason.

"The Art of Weary of Victory."

Moon God said calmly, already opening his eyes and knowing what the problem was.

The art of being tired of winning?

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and roared. He had heard of this spell before. It was also a type of witchcraft. It was extremely evil and a good witchcraft of the Yin people.

This method is not difficult to understand.

It's nothing more than making a small puppet, writing the person's name, and then carving the person's birthday and birth date. With the help of spells, you can hurt people, stab them with needles, burn them with fire, or chop them with knives. It all depends on the person who performs the spell. How to do it?

Show, few people know about it.

I heard from the elders that this witchcraft has been lost long ago.

He has only heard of it.

Tonight was the first time I saw him, and he was the one being cheated on.

Uh...!

The injury came again, and the pain all over his body was unbearable, as if there were countless worms gnawing at his flesh and bones. The pain made him tremble violently, and the pain was even worse.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, his eyes bloodshot and scarlet.

"Southeast." Moon God reminded.

Whoosh!

When Zhao Yun heard this, he jumped down the mountain like a black shadow. He braved the severe pain and ran through the forest. He really wanted to see who was plotting against him.

Find them out and we will fight until death.

At night, the darkness of the mountains and forests, and the cool wind, make it all the more eerie.

During this period, Zhao Yun kept coughing up blood.

The caster must have hated him so much that he wanted to torture him to death. In just a short time, he had used many cruel methods. Most of the puppets in his hands had been poked.

It was devastated.

I don't know at what moment, he suddenly stopped.

Not far away, there is a cave, and the so-called magician is inside.

Here, the little spirit bead has shone brightly.

Zhao Yun used his martial soul to sense, and could smell the aura of martial arts, which seemed to be looming. He must be a magician who practiced witchcraft. He was at the peak of the true spirit. Most of the witchcraft had not been mastered, so he had not been killed so far.

Then there's the distance.

Those who have mastered the art of hating victory can kill people thousands of miles away without being able to see it. This person is not so good at it. He needs to be within a certain range before he can use the art of hating victory.

If not, he wouldn't have been so easy to find.

"Get out."

Zhao Yun shouted violently and used his soul to control the sword. The purple sky shot into the cave like a purple light.

pound!

The sound of metal clashing through the hole was clear and sweet.

"Good boy."

Then a faint laughter sounded, the tone was hoarse and old.

Zhao Yun looked and saw that the man came out of the cave.

He was a hunchbacked old man, skinny and skinny, and he was leaning on a crutch. On the crutch was a skull the size of a fist, which looked scary.

It is indeed the art of being tired of winning.

Look at the old man holding a small puppet in his hand. The puppet represents Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun's name and birth date are also engraved on it.

"Never seen it."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure he didn't recognize that guy.

"It's not easy for you to find me." The corners of the hunchbacked old man's mouth were slightly raised, like a ghost crawling out of hell, with a green light in his eyes.

"Who sent you here?" Zhao Yun said coldly.

"A fierce ghost seduces the soul, and impermanence demands life."

Before the hunchbacked old man could speak, he heard Jie Jie's laughter, and then there was the sound of iron chains clattering, like two snakes flying out of the darkness. There were also strange runes carved on the iron chains, clattering.

Sound can confuse people's minds.

"There are still people."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and flew away. The iron chain that flew around was not an ordinary iron chain. Once it was locked, the real energy would be devoured. The sound was confusing, and it was probably aimed at the spirit and martial soul.

.

Being able to avoid the perception of the Little Lingzhu and his martial soul, the other party definitely has a concealing secret treasure on his body. This was obviously planned in advance. This was a premeditated assassination.

During this period, he once glanced at the moon god.

Luna seemed to be alright, she seemed to have known about it, but she didn't remind him.

He was used to this scene.

As long as he is within the range of his response, the Moon God will not remind him. If he comes to the Ksitigarbha realm, then this woman will be more active than anyone else.

Zheng!

Before Zhao Yun landed, he heard the sound of swords again. In the darkness, a slender and black sword thrust out. The tip of the sword was glowing with cold light. It was a killing sword.

"You really think highly of me."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly and tried to dodge.

Certainly!

There was another light scolding, and someone was still in the dark, casting a restraining spell.

open!

Zhao Yun's true energy surged, forcibly breaking through the immobilizing spell. At this moment, the killing sword had arrived, only two or three inches away from his eyebrows. Before he was hit, the sword's power had already pierced his flesh and skin. If he was hit, he would be killed on the spot.

Killed.

roll!

In the room of lightning and flint, he shouted loudly and used the secret sound wave technique of dragon roar and tiger roar. The loud dragon roar was very overpowering. It was mainly because his spirit transformed into a martial spirit. This method can also be regarded as a martial spirit attack.

The secret book, the roar was so powerful that a piece of vegetation fell over on the spot, and the roar caused it to break and fly.
To be continued...