Chapter 831: Curse Killing Chijingzi

Yao Bin let out a cold, mocking laugh: "The Chan Sect, usually full of talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but to achieve their goals, they truly are capable of stopping at nothing. However, wanting to break my Soul-Falling Array without paying a heavy price is absolutely impossible."

"Yu Hua was right before; we cannot passively guard the array."

"We must take the initiative to attack."

Han Rong hurriedly asked: "Immortal Master Yao, what do you have in mind?"

Yao Bin said proudly: "My Soul-Falling Array is ever-changing and unpredictable; it is not just for defense, but can also launch active attacks, killing from a thousand miles away. Therefore, I intend to use the Curse Killing Technique to curse and kill Jiang Ziya. He is the commander of Xiqi; once he is killed, the Xiqi army will naturally retreat."

Han Rong was suddenly startled and hurriedly said: "Immortal Master, I think cursing and killing Jiang Ziya is a waste of talent. Xiqi is attacking Shang; even without Jiang Ziya, there will be Li Ziya, Zhang Ziya, and so on."

"In my opinion, if we are to kill, we should kill Randeng Daoren."

"It is said that Randeng Daoren is a Peak Great Luo; if he is killed, the Chan Sect will have no one left to lead them."

Last year, when the Ten Heavenly Lords first arrived at Sishui Pass, he had received a message from the Human Emperor, saying that if one day Yao Bin wanted to curse and kill Jiang Ziya, he should speak up to dissuade him and change the target to Randeng Daoren.

He had been somewhat confused before, but now, hearing Yao Bin mention it, he marveled at the Human Emperor's foresight.

Shen Gongbao nodded in agreement: "That is right, Brother Yao. A mere Jiang Ziya has no great significance if killed."

He opposed Jiang Ziya not because he hated Jiang Ziya, but to prove himself to Yuanshi Tianzun.

If Jiang Ziya were killed, he would have nothing left to prove.

Zhao Gongming and the others echoed their agreement.

Yao Bin said with difficulty: "Randeng Daoren, I am afraid that will not work. He is a Peak Great Luo; even with the advantage of the array, it would be extremely difficult for me to curse and kill him, and if things go wrong, I might suffer a backlash and die first."

He was only at the Golden Immortal Mid-Stage, while Randeng Daoren was a Peak Great Luo; the gap between the two was too great.

If one were to say that between a Mysterious Immortal and a Golden Immortal, there is only a natural chasm.

Then between a Golden Immortal and a Great Luo, there lies a galaxy.

Han Rong frowned and said: "In that case, let us curse and kill Chijingzi. This person has killed two Golden Immortals of the Jie Sect in a row and is extremely arrogant, treating us as nothing; he deserves to be on the Investiture of the Gods."

Zhao Gongming and the others nodded upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Yao Bin naturally had no objections and said: "Very well. Then we shall curse and kill Chijingzi. Originally, to curse and kill Chijingzi, it would have taken twenty-one days. But today, one Golden Immortal and one hundred Mysterious Immortals have perished within it, and the baleful energy is sufficient; today, I can take Chijingzi's life."

"That is excellent."

Everyone nodded happily, especially the Jie Sect disciples like Zhao Gongming.

They harbored deep hatred for Chijingzi.

Han Rong asked: "Immortal Master, can you only curse one person? Is it possible to curse and kill Yunzhongzi and the others as well?"

Yao Bin shook his head and said sternly: "The way of curse killing is inherently contrary to the harmony of Heaven. I am only able to perform this Secret Technique because I am borrowing the advantage of the array, so the impact on myself is not significant."

"But if I were to perform it continuously, I would also suffer a severe backlash."

"At best, I would be entangled by karmic obstacles; at worst, I would suffer divine retribution."

Han Rong felt it was a pity.

No sooner said than done.

Yao Bin arrived inside the Soul-Falling Array. He performed a technique to turn mud into stone, casting an Eight-Trigrams Platform, and then took out an incense table and a wooden puppet carved from immortal wood from his Storage Magic Tool.

He channeled his magic power to his fingertips and carved the three characters 'Chijingzi' into the air onto the wooden puppet.

Afterwards, he laid the wooden puppet flat on the incense table, lit three lamps in a row above its head, called the Soul-Urging Lamp, and lit seven lamps in a row at its feet, called the Soul-Promoting Lamp.

After doing this, Yao Bin's expression was solemn. He took a deep breath, then quickly formed hand seals with both hands, performing the secret technique to strike mysterious magic imprints one by one into the wooden puppet, the Soul-Urging Lamp, and the Soul-Promoting Lamp.

Soon, a mysterious connection formed between the three.

And this connection, in the dark, linked to Chijingzi at Golden Chicken Ridge, hundreds of miles away.

After performing the secret technique, Yao Bin's expression became even more solemn.

He straightened his clothes and suddenly shouted: "First bow!"

Yao Bin bent his knees and knelt down with a boom.

He bowed deeply toward the incense table. Instantly, the sounds of countless ghosts wailing and wolves howling erupted inside the Soul-Falling Array, and countless greenish winds drifted in from nowhere, with baleful energy surging all around.

The flames of the three Soul-Urging Lamps and the seven Soul-Promoting Lamps flickered in the wind, appearing as if they could be extinguished at any moment.

The previously intact wooden puppet also developed a long crack on its body.

Golden Chicken Ridge.

Commander's tent.

Jiang Ziya and the others had just finished discussing and finally decided to see if there were any other ways to break the array; if that failed, they would go to Yuxu Palace to borrow the Pangu Banner from Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Ah! It hurts me so!" Suddenly, Chijingzi screamed violently.

His face flushed red, his eyes bulged, and his appearance was ferocious and terrifying.

Jiang Ziya and the others were all startled.

Daoxing Tianzun, who had a good relationship with Chijingzi, hurriedly asked: "Senior Brother, what is wrong with you?"

Soul-Falling Array.

"Second bow!"

Yao Bin stood up, straightened his clothes again, and bowed once more with great piety.

This time, the three Soul-Urging Lamps and the seven Soul-Promoting Lamps flickered even more violently.

Within the greenish sinister winds all around, black hair unexpectedly began to drift about.

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Inside the array, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, and thunder rumbled.

Crack!

A large crack appeared once more on the wooden puppet, extending from its navel all the way to its brow, nearly splitting it in two.

……

Golden Chicken Ridge.

Chijingzi paid no heed whatsoever to the inquiry from Daoxing Tianzun.

He shrieked in agony again, opening his mouth to spew a large mouthful of black blood that emitted a nauseating, fishy stench; his entire body seemed to fall apart as he collapsed limply onto the table, devoid of any breath.

Randeng Daoren's eyes widened as he cried out involuntarily, "What a terrifying Curse Killing Technique!"

"What!"

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.

Generally speaking, a Curse Killing Technique is overly secretive and has a very long duration.

A Curse Killing Technique as fierce as this is simply unheard of.

This is almost equivalent to the caster trading their life for another's.

Only when one harbors a deep blood feud and is powerless to take revenge would one act in such a way.

Jiang Ziya's pupils constricted as he hurriedly said, "Teacher Randeng, quickly stop it."

……

Soul-Falling Array.

"Third bow!"

Yao Bin shouted loudly and bowed deeply once more.

Boom!

Within the Soul-Falling Array, a bolt of blood-colored lightning suddenly struck down from the gray, hazy sky, and green, eerie winds raged all around, directly blowing out the three Soul-Urging Lamps and seven Soul-Promoting Lamps.

At the same time, the wooden puppet on the incense table split straight open, dividing into two halves.

"Hahaha!"

Yao Bin stood up laughing heartily, admiring the broken wooden puppet as if he were admiring some peerless masterpiece.

……

Golden Chicken Ridge.

Commander's tent.

Jiang Ziya's pupils constricted as he hurriedly said, "Teacher Randeng, quickly stop it."

Randeng Daoren shook his head and said, "It is too late."

Just as his words fell, the Primordial Spirit of Chijingzi, who had already ceased to breathe, also collapsed and vanished with a boom.

A True Spirit rushed out from the crown of his head and headed toward the Fengshen Platform.

"Senior Brother Chijingzi has fallen!"

Daoxing Tianzun's eyes went vacant as he muttered blankly.

Yunzhongzi and the others also suddenly felt a sense of sorrow for the fallen, remaining silent.

Who could have imagined that Chijingzi, who had been perfectly fine just moments ago, would be on the Investiture of the Gods in an instant.

Of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, two have now fallen. (End of this chapter)