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Chapter 668: Book of Seven Arrows on Nailheads

Chaotic stone forest.

Bone No Seat, Three Kings Shen Qingfeng was setting up a big formation, suddenly his expression changed, and at the same time, he felt a sense.

"Someone!"

Shen Qingfeng whispered.

Whizzing!

Their bodies were extremely fast, as fast as light, and rushed towards the direction where Qi Yun disappeared before them, and soon appeared not far from the area where Qi Yun and the others disappeared.

The two looked alert and glanced around.

The sky and the earth were empty, the wind was howling, blood-colored dust filled the air, pieces of ancient wreckage were blowing out from time to time, and nothing abnormal could be seen.

Bone No One seated himself sniffing his nose vigorously, with a strange look in his eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel the breath of his own body.

Countless years, this breath has not changed.

Is the real Zihua here?

Bone No One became nervous, and said: "If something happens, tell Xu Wei and them as soon as possible, there may be an extremely terrifying big man about to appear."

"Um?"

The third king, Shen Qingfeng, frowned and looked at the empty seat.

This chair is mysterious and unpredictable. It has gone through countless years. From the age of the gods to the present, no one can see through it, but now it is actually tense.

Could there really be some dire crisis looming?

"Did you find anything?"

Shen Qingfeng said.

"I can't tell, it's very ominous anyway, we must gather as soon as possible, and we can't disperse anymore."

Bone No One said.

What he is most afraid of seeing now is the real Zihua, worried about being swallowed by him.

Since being separated, he has independent consciousness and thoughts, and has become an individual.

To devour is also for him to devour other primordial spirits, to maintain his own consciousness, how could he be willing to be swallowed by his primordial spirit.

So for countless years, he has been guarding against Zihua real person all the time.

"Okay, let's go!"

Shen Qingfeng whispered.

The two left the place quickly.

The moment he rushed out, Shen Qingfeng waved his hand and spread out a sword array nearby, and the countless hidden sword lights instantly converged into the void and disappeared.

…

Inside the holy soil space.

Qi Yun and Master Zihua were lost in thought.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped up in Qi Yun's heart.

"Senior, I have a curse technique that may work, but if you curse that chair to death, then your spirit will be lost forever."

Qi Yun said.

"Can you curse him to death?"

Master Zihua was very different, and said: "What kind of curse is so powerful?"

Qi Yun shook his head slightly, and said: "The top-secret technique is not enough for outsiders to understand."

Master Zihua was furious in his heart, and said: "No, you can't curse him to death. If you curse him to death, old age means cutting off your own future. Not only can you not recover to the peak, but your future cultivation will also become a problem."

"Does the curse make you half-dead?"

Qi Yun asked.

"Half dead?"

Master Zihua's complexion changed, and he said, "It's better not to curse, cursing is weird and unpredictable, and it may have sequelae."

"Forget it, I'm going back, I don't want the third space seed."

Qi Yun made a gesture to go back.

"stop!"

Master Zihua was furious, and said: "You bastard, I am also doing it for your own good. I let you get three seeds alone, so that your potential will reach a limitless and huge level. You don't know good people, and I am so angry!"

"Then you let me curse."

Qi Yun said.

"I…"

Master Zihua's complexion changed, he struggled in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you can curse, I'll see what kind of curse you have that can affect my primordial spirit, boy, to tell you the truth, I have cultivated to the old way In this state, the physical body and the primordial spirit are almost sanctified, and any curses or evils in the world are impossible to work."

"Not necessarily."

Qi Yun thought to himself.

Last time, he used the [Seven Days of Tragic Death Book] to make no one have diarrhea for a while.

If Master Zihua knew that his soul had been drawn for several days in a row, he really didn't know what expression he should have.

He immediately began to prepare for the [Book of Seven Arrows on Nailheads].

In this case, no matter how much luck is lost, he can't care about it.

Soon an altar was built, and two straw figures appeared on it, each of which was affixed with a yellow talisman by Qi Yun, with a lamp on its head and a lamp on its feet. Dou, gently bowed to the altar.

The real Zihua on one side looked funny.

What kind of shit curse is this?

It was the first time he had seen such a cursed person.

Worship to the altar, are you a mama?

He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen any kind of curse. There was once someone who specialized in the art of cursing, who burned his soul and wanted to curse him to death, but his body shook him, completely crushing the power of the curse.

This is the first time he has seen Qi Yun's curse.

Qi Yun ignored Zihua's ridicule and continued to worship.

The Nailhead Seven Arrows Book prayed three times a day, up to twenty-one days, but he never thought that there was anyone in this world who could hold him alive for twenty-one days.

Worship twenty-one days in a row, unless it is a saint!

For other little ones, three to five days at most.

At the same time as Qi Yun bowed down, he opened a crack in the holy land space, and his spiritual consciousness extended out, wanting to see how many people there were in the other party.

Soon in his mind, he saw a large number of stone forests, a stone palace appeared in the deepest part, and some familiar figures appeared in front of the palace.

Mysterious Ice Goddess, Venerable Medicine...

There is also Gu Yun who pretends to be the ancient emperor...

In addition, two old people with simple clothes and deep breath.

"who?"

As soon as his spiritual consciousness approached, the two god kings suddenly raised their heads and began to drink.

boom!

Their coercion suddenly bloomed, crushing towards Qi Yun's spiritual consciousness.

Qi Yun's consciousness immediately surged back like a tide.

The white bone unmanned seat was startled, and hurriedly soared into the sky, the whole body burst into bright white light, and bombarded Qi Yun's consciousness, but even with his reaction speed, it was too late, only a part of it was crushed in time, and the rest disappeared quickly .

"No, what I was worried about happened, hurry up and find that seed!"

No one in the bones drank in mid-air.

The two god kings were extremely frightened and angry, and someone was actually watching them under their noses.

"No seat, what do you know?"

One of the god kings, Xu Wei, shouted.

"I can't tell, but it's extremely scary anyway, break the ban quickly!"

No one shouted.

He is not sure now whether this spiritual consciousness belongs to Master Tongtian or Daoist Zihua.

No matter which one it belongs to, it is extremely fast.

Because he knew from the last time that the Master Tongtian was the descendant of Zihua Daoist.

Most likely the two came together.

He can't feel wrong with the smell before.