Chapter 596

A few days later.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, Fellow Daoist, until we meet again."

Fang Xing watched Taohong leave.

I saw the former old woman actually restored to the appearance of a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties.

And the former manager disciple of the Paper Slave Valley had turned into a dried corpse the size of a child...

During these few days, Fang Xing was naturally not polite, using the 'Soul-Bewitching Technique' to interrogate all the information of the old man.

Among them, the most critical one was naturally the 'Blood Paper Secret Canon', as well as information about the person colluding in Elder Qingmu Ridge.

After the interrogation was completed, Fang Xing was happy to do a favor and threw the old man to Taohong for her to restore her lifespan.

Taohong could also be considered ruthless, her character was tenacious, and she didn't have any thoughts of a chaste woman.

If this woman went to mix in the demonic path, if she had a little more luck, perhaps she could really mix into a human shape.

Fang Xing didn't care about this and silently recalled the content of the 'Blood Paper Secret Canon'.

"Hmm... Elder Qingmu Ridge and the Blood Shadow Sect have been at war until now. In fact, most of the secret techniques of the paper-folding lineage have been captured. In the 'Blood Paper Secret Canon', only a few application techniques, and even the final 'Spirit Illusion Paper House Cave Heaven', are what I haven't learned."

In fact, Fang Xing had already touched the mystery of the Paper House Cave Heaven when he refined the six major paper generals before.

As long as he was given another period of time, he might be able to deduce it himself.

But now that there was an original example, it was naturally better.

"Besides that, it's that traitor who betrayed me!"

Fang Xing's expression turned cold, and a yellow paper doll suddenly appeared in his hand, lost in thought: "That idiot conspired with the tiger, but didn't know that he had long been left with a wisp of aura, refined into a paper doll, which can be used as a medium for casting curse techniques..."

"In the 'Blood Paper Secret Canon', there is such a curse technique, which curses the other party by hitting such a paper doll... commonly known as 'hitting the villain'."

Of course, this kind of curse technique has great limitations.

First of all, one must obtain the other party's aura, preferably essence blood, birth date, etc.

The more detailed it is, the better the curse effect, and the smaller the backlash.

Moreover, casting curse techniques across levels is most likely to suffer backlash, such as Qi-sensing cursing Dao Foundation, Dao Foundation cursing Yin Spirit, not only is it very likely to fail, but even if it succeeds, one must pay an extremely painful price.

Finally, even if the curse is successful, one must bear a certain backlash, and it is very likely to sacrifice lifespan...

"This 'Paper Doll Curse' is just right to cast."

Fang Xing sneered.

If it were an ordinary Dao Foundation of the paper-folding lineage, perhaps they could only threaten the other party.

But he wanted the other party to die!

Wanting to curse a Dao Foundation target to death through the 'Paper Doll Curse', one must pay a great price.

But for Fang Xing, what is a little lifespan?

Elder Qingmu Ridge, God Farmer Hall.

"What? Zhou Shidi, you were actually ambushed by the Corpse-Driving Sect and Blood Shadow Sect cultivators?"

Fei Changnong couldn't help but shiver when he heard Fang Xing's account: "The Corpse-Driving Sect can free up their hands, could it be that there is a change in the Three Absolute Passes, involving a lot of the Flying Sword Sect's energy?"

There are no fools who can cultivate to the Dao Foundation. He thought of a possibility, and his expression turned pale.

"Zhou Shidi, this matter of yours is probably not an isolated case..." Fei Changnong thought again and deliberated: "Before, several Dao Foundation junior brothers went missing, and I felt it was a bit strange. Now it seems it is all related to the Corpse-Driving Sect... As long as we investigate deeply, there will definitely be discoveries. By the way, Zhou Shidi, how did you escape?"

Fang Xing smiled, patted his flying mouse bag, and took out two boxes.

After opening them, inside were the heads of Xie Songshan and Red Eyebrow Superior.

"These two heads should also be able to exchange for a lot of war merits, right?"

"Zhou Shidi, you actually killed these two?"

Fei Changnong swallowed his saliva.

Even if he, a Dao Foundation mid-stage, encountered these two great experts, it would be good enough to barely escape with his life.

"I practice the paper-folding technique as a secondary cultivation, and I have achieved some results."

Fang Xing clapped his hands, and a paper general appeared briefly, then turned into the size of a palm and was put into the flying mouse bag by Fang Xing.

"Late Dao Foundation stage? To refine such a paper general, I'm afraid it would cost a hundred years of lifespan?"

Fei Changnong sensed Fang Xing's realm again: "Zhou Shidi, although you have broken through to the Dao Foundation mid-stage... but this lifespan?"

"I also discovered the trap in advance; otherwise, I might have died."

Fang Xing smiled, but there was madness in his eyes.

"Good, Senior Brother will accept these two heads. The war merits will definitely not be less, and they will be recorded under Zhou Shidi's name."

Fei Changnong bowed solemnly and put away the two heads.

After Fang Xing's escape light went far away, a red shadow walked out from behind, it was that Jiang Shijie Red.

"Crazy, I thought this Zhou Shidi Fang was a person dedicated to bitter cultivation, but I didn't expect him to practice the paper-folding technique and sacrifice so much lifespan?"

Jiang Shijie Red was a bit horrified.

Thinking of her own calculations back then, she was even more covered in cold sweat.

After all, to refine a late Dao Foundation stage paper general, it might cost a hundred years of lifespan. Calculating it this way, this Zhou Shidi Fang didn't have many years to live.

How terrifying should such a cultivator be who is about to die of old age and is also a loner with strong combat power?

"It's all forced, it's a pity for Zhou Shidi Fang..."

Fei Changnong sighed and sneered: "This time Zhou Shidi Fang was ambushed, there must be something strange. It's possible that someone in our God Farmer Hall is colluding with the Blood Shadow Sect. This is a great crime of betraying the sect!"

Jiang Shijie Red's expression moved: "Who is it?"

"There are not many people who can know Zhou Shidi Fang's rest time..."

Fei Changnong said: "Based on Zhou Shidi's temper, he will definitely retaliate. We don't need to care, and we should even help!"

"Help?"

Jiang Shijie Red was a bit puzzled.

"Not bad, how many more years can Zhou Shidi Fang live? We help this time, and in the future, we will be Zhou Shidi Fang's good friends... He is a loner, and his funeral affairs must be handled decently and properly..."

Fei Changnong said compassionately.

Such a lunatic, no one dares to provoke him while he is alive, but there are still people who want to eat his estate!

When Jiang Shijie Red heard this, her eyes lit up.

That Zhou Shidi Fang has amazing spirit farming techniques, he must have quite a family fortune.

What's more, even that late Dao Foundation stage paper general, after losing its master, its strength will be greatly reduced, but it can barely have the strength of an early Dao Foundation stage, which is a major Dao Foundation combat power!

Green Dawn Garden.

"Manager Uncle, you?"

Yu Tiandong looked at Fang Xing and was surprised to find that among Fang Xing's black hair, there was actually a bundle of white hair, fluttering in front of him.

"I encountered some things while going out this time, and lost some lifespan."

Fang Xing smiled, looking more mature, and glanced at Dong Dong Meier and others beside him: "What are you looking at? Don't you need to go farming?"

"Yes."

Dong Dong Meier and others were afraid of touching bad luck and hurriedly went to work.

'Sure enough, the outside is so dangerous...'

'Manager Uncle only went out once, and actually lost lifespan to the point of showing on his face...'

'Let's continue farming.'

They looked at each other and gripped the medicine hoes in their hands tightly.

Fang Xing didn't know that his whim to change his style would make the disciples below think so much.

After returning to the tree house, he sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breath.

By the time he finished practicing, the moon was already on the branches outside.

He perceived his surroundings and then sneered, taking out a yellow paper doll the size of a palm.

Although he interrogated the information of this person, he didn't intend to retaliate through Elder Qingmu Ridge at all.

Such things are troublesome, and in the end, it is inevitable to compare the background and power of both sides.

'But I have always either not done it, or done it to the end!'

A sneer appeared on the corner of Fang Xing's mouth as he laid the paper doll on the wooden stake.

In the 'Paper Doll Curse', the ordinary method of suppressing evil is to use filthy things like shoe soles and red dragons to hit the paper doll constantly, making the other party have a splitting headache and bad luck...

Such a curse technique, even if the casting fails, the backlash is not great.

And if it is really endless, the 'Seven-Star Piercing Blood' method will be used, piercing the seven major vital points of the paper doll with needles, and finally beheading it with scissors. This is the 'Death Curse Method'. Even a Dao Foundation cultivator has a high probability of being directly cursed to death!

But the price is also terrifying. If a Dao Foundation cultivator casts it to curse another Dao Foundation, it will consume at least a hundred years of lifespan, almost equivalent to life for life.

However, for Fang Xing, consuming a hundred years of lifespan in exchange for a clear mind is not bad.

"Now the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are bright, it is a good time to cast the 'Seven-Star Piercing Blood' technique."

Fang Xing calculated with his fingers, immediately stepped on the gang and walked the fight, and a gang wind suddenly rose in the tree house.

Then, a golden needle appeared in his hand, and a faint blood color actually rose on it.

A feeling of emptiness emerged, and Fang Xing knew that this was his own lifespan flowing away rapidly.

"Seven-Star Piercing Blood Needle, go!"

He operated the needle like flying, pointing at the seven vital points on the paper doll one after another.

"Eh?"

Every time the golden needle was about to pierce, Fang Xing could even feel a layer of faint resistance coming from the paper doll.

"This person's luck is somewhat extraordinary, it's a pity..."

He sneered, and the speed of lifespan burning accelerated.

The golden needle with blood pierced the paper doll.

"Ah!"

In an instant, a scream seemed to come to Fang Xing's ears.

"Very good, that person is already seriously injured..."

Fang Xing picked up a pair of scissors, aimed at the neck of the broken paper doll, and without mercy, cut down with the scissors.

Clatter!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the person's scream stop, and then his own lifespan seemed to be cut by a knife.

"Lifespan consumption is still okay..."

"Could this be because of my Druid profession?"

"Now that my mind is clear, it's just right to sleep."

Fang Xing yawned, burned the yellow paper doll, and sat cross-legged.

A few days later.

Fang Xing had just moved a rattan chair and was sleeping under the ten-thousand-year evergreen tree when he saw a convoy transporting supplies arrive, and the valley immediately became incredibly noisy.

He called Meng Tiandong and asked casually: "What happened?"

Meng Tiandong's expression was a bit pale, as if he had been frightened by something: "The latest news... God Farmer Hall manager Zheng Qian Hui was found dead in his own cave dwelling... That is a great expert at the Dao Foundation mid-stage..."

"It's just a mere Dao Foundation mid-stage."

Fang Xing sneered and glanced at Meng Tiandong: "Old Meng, you've been with me for so long. If you feel that Elder Qingmu Ridge is dangerous, I'll write a letter to let you leave Elder Qingmu Ridge. What do you think?"

Meng Tiandong hesitated for a moment: "This... the old man has nowhere else to go besides the sect, so I'll just stay in this Green Dawn Garden and grow old."