"not good!"

The loud noise caused the old wine beggar and Xia Linyuan's face to change sharply at the same time.

You don’t have to think about it and know that it must be the movement caused by Gu Qianjiang’s Yuanying self-destruction.

The Nascent Soul Self-Destruction is much more powerful than the Golden Pill Self-Destruction. Even if a person in the out-of-body stage is not careful, he may be killed, and even those in the distraction stage may be seriously injured.

Just as he was about to set off, Yang Wenjin's figure instantly appeared over the imperial study room again.

It is intact, and this time it takes only a blink of an eye.

"This girl..."

The old wine beggar widened his eyes.

From his eyes, he naturally saw the power of Yang Wenjin's escape technique.

He saw all her actions in the square of the Imperial Study Room just now.

To be honest, he didn't notice any slight fluctuations on her.

"Senior, please keep some things confidential, so don't ask more questions."

Seeing that his expression was different, Xia Linyuan quickly sent a message to him.

Hearing this, the old wine beggar looked at him and nodded without a trace.

All he had was gratitude for this young couple, and he never intended to ask about their secrets.

Besides, Yang Wenjin had just appeared above the imperial study room, and there were a few moves and turns. More than a dozen Jindan masters of the Gu Witch Clan were all slaughtered by her understatement.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qianshang's eyes were bleeding.

He has been working hard for so many years and finally got such a good opportunity, and everything is ready.

But in the end, they were defeated, and the elites of the entire clan have been massacred.

He knew very well that Daxia would never let them go this time.

I'm afraid that in the near future, the Iron Cavalry of Daxia will rush into the Kurosawa Land.

Hate, regret, unwillingness.

All kinds of emotions filled his heart.

After doing everything, Yang Wenjin's eyes turned on Mo Qianshang.

The revenge between father and brother must be avenged. She had already made a decision since she learned that her father and brother were killed. No matter who the murderer was, she must die.

When Mo Qianshun noticed her gaze, he raised his head and a heart-pounding resentment flashed in his eyes.

But Yang Wenjin didn't care at all. How could the hatred in her heart be less than that in her?

At this moment, Mo Qianshang's lips began to squirm, faster and more conspicuous.

"No, kill him."

The old wine beggar suddenly screamed, not even caring about the blood oath he had just made, and was about to take action.

It's a pity that it's still late.

"I have my blood to generate souls and create a curse of resentful souls!"

As soon as Mo Qianshang's voice fell, a loud noise came to his body explode out of thin air.

A faint gray soul burst out with a strange blood-red light.

The blood that was scattered all over seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and since it began to gather towards his soul.

But in the blink of an eye, blood formed a very strange formation pattern next to the soul.

"The Witch God Curse, I didn't expect that he would actually have lost the Witch God Curse that has been lost for a hundred years!"

The old wine beggar was shocked and looked at Yang Wenjin with a hint of regret.

"What is the Witch God Curse?"

Yang Wenjin asked in confusion.

As soon as her voice fell, Mo Qianshang's soul suddenly burst out, and a charming red light rushed straight towards Yang Wenjin.

The speed is so fast that people can't keep up with it.

The red light instantly penetrated Yang Wenjin's eyebrows.

"What's this?"

The red light entered her body without any pain or itch. She was still confused, and she heard an extremely majestic voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

"Get out of here!"

She was very familiar with the sound, but the tone was very deafening. The short four words made her head buzz.

Consciousness then began to blur.

The body, which was originally hovering steadily in the air, began to fall rapidly as the consciousness blurred.

Seeing this scene, Xia Linyuan moved, reached out and grabbed her arm, took the opportunity and pulled her into his arms.

By the time he landed, Yang Wenjin had already fallen into a coma.

"Xiao Jin! Xiao Jin!"

Xia Linyuan called anxiously.

The old wine beggar also flashed to the side of the two, and directly reached out to grab Yang Wenjin's wrist.

After a while, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"She is fine for the time being, but her soul power is consumed too much. She can wake up after a good rest."

Hearing this, Xia Linyuan did not relax. He saw a red light sinking into Yang Wenjin's eyebrows just now.

I think it was the curse that the old wine beggar said.

Curse is never a good thing, especially the Gu Witch Clan, who are not only proficient in witchcraft, but also proficient in witchcraft.

"Senior, I'll take Xiaojin back home first. Can you be together? I want to ask about some things."

The old wine beggar nodded.

"Two ancestors, let's leave the matter here to you."

Before Xia Yuanqing could even answer, Xia Linyuan held Yang Wenjin and soared into the air.

In the room of the Prince Yin’s Mansion, Qingyuan.

Looking at Yang Wenjin lying on the bed, Xia Linyuan turned around and bowed to the old wine beggar.

"Senior, what is the curse of the Witch God you just mentioned?"

The old wine beggar shook his head and sighed regretfully.

"This is a very powerful witchcraft of the Gu Witch Clan. At the cost of his life and soul, he mobilizes the power of the witch god and curses and kills enemies."

"Curse kill!"

Hearing these two words, Xia Linyuan's hair was blown up.

He quickly turned around and looked at Yang Wenjin.

"This curse power is very powerful and will be executed according to the last wish of the caster."

"The blood formed a formation, and the soul was used to guide her. The power of the witch god's curse just now was the power of the witch god."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued, "Just that guy hated her, this curse would probably not be light, and it would probably cost her life."

"Can this curse be lifted?"

"It's very difficult. According to legend, only the ancestor of the Gu Witch can be lifted."

"In the past history of the Gu Witch Clan, no one who was cursed was spared."

silence.

As his last words fell, the whole room fell silent.

Xia Linyuan looked at Yang Wenjin with his eyes full of self-blame and guilt.

Why did I agree to Yang Wenjin’s method just now, and why didn’t I do it myself?

Just now, when Yang Wenjin asked him to agree to Mo Qianshang's request to make a blood oath, he secretly sent a message to his soul.

The meaning is to ask him to agree to save the lives of the Xia family first, and then she will take action to clean up all the members of the Gu Witch Clan.

He didn't want to let the witch clan leave at that time, so he didn't think about it and agreed.

If he knew what kind of witch god curse this guy would have, even if he let those people go, he would never agree.

Unfortunately, regret is useless now.

The curse has been formed.

"You don't have to blame yourself. No one expected that that guy would actually lose the curse of the Witch God that had been lost for many years."
Chapter completed!