Chapter 664: Ear-Dao Direct Transmission to the Heavenly Curse Sect, Overseas Immortal Sect Breaks the Formation

The Ear-Dao God, who had woken up from its trance, looked at the Prayer Divine Incense that had already burned out, showing a stunned expression, its small mouth open, its face full of sadness at being treated like this by Qian Chen.

That fragrance drifted to the green ox through the resonance of the Innate Wood Essence in the dark. The Ear-Dao God could even smell the incense path drifting toward the old ox now, and it could even use the incense path to quickly escape to Guangling County.

But so what, the incense was gone!

The incense it wanted to rub was gone...

The Ear-Dao God was heartbroken, and even the little incense powder it had smelled just now didn't smell good!

The Ear-Dao God jumped up and screamed at Qian Chen. Qian Chen pointed at this little monster and laughed: "Are you stupid? The most important thing about Prayer Divine Incense is the wish power and spiritual emotion collected by the divine path. How long have I been spreading the name of the Bright Venerable to collect this bit of wish power essence that can be called spiritual emotion!"

"Most people pray to gods and worship Buddha, and their wish power is filled with desires, extremely mixed. Only those who truly pray to the gods with a sincere heart, with wisdom, integrity, courage, and benevolence, can offer this kind of top-grade wish power!"

"But among those who are truly wise and upright, how many worship gods?"

"The overseas population is ultimately inferior, and most of them are natives. One in ten thousand can produce this kind of wish power. And the Central Lands are full of outstanding people, and they have long been taught, and there are many who know the truth. I am afraid that one out of a hundred offerings can get such a share! The incense fire at Tao Tianshi's place is the best. If I don't send a batch of good incense to Junior Sister Si, how can I ask her for wish power incense fire..."

Speaking of this, Qian Chen laughed: "The incense fire of the Central Lands Dao Academy is mostly offered by Daoist believers!"

"These believers recite Daoist scriptures every day, and among them, there are many scriptures left by the three Daoist ancestors. If they can really realize the truth in the scriptures, the offered incense fire will carry a wisp of moral qi... That is the real top-grade spiritual emotion, top-grade wish power!"

Qian Chen thought of this, and his heart felt a bit sour!

He whispered: "The Dao Academy has collected I don't know how much moral qi over the years. This qi is the head of merit, and it is a wish power better than the five-element virtue I used for Core Formation!"

"If I can refine incense pills at once, I am afraid I can refine Dao incense above the first rank, not just for the divine path, but also of great use to cultivators of the immortal path like me. You little monster, how can you know my intention of using small to win big!"

Speaking of this, Qian Chen flicked the Ear-Dao God off his sleeve and went to realize the method of breaking the formation himself!

The Ear-Dao God was aggrieved and had to run out to play by himself...

Outside Golden Knife Gorge, more and more cultivators were blocked and unable to go. In these days, people kept breaking into the formation, but it was rare for anyone who could come out alive.

Like yesterday, rushing into the formation and taking the great demon and retreating all over, and even making the Long Gong suffer a small loss, it was already an extraordinary achievement!

The Heavenly Curse Sect was a newly established sect, and the Sect Master was only the old man Zu'an who had just condensed a second-rank great pill. How dare he break into that great formation? However, his Heavenly Curse Pill was extremely mysterious, and combined with the old man Zu'an's constitution, it was not inferior to a first-rank Golden Pill, and it had also condensed into a seed of great divine ability!

The old man Zu'an was also a legendary loose cultivator. It is said that he was the son of a wealthy merchant overseas. At the time of his birth, a broom star passed through the sky, so he was born with bad luck, so his luck was poor, but his fate was very hard.

After killing his parents and all his relatives and friends, he realized the truth, as if crazy, crying for three days and laughing for three days before his parents' grave, scattering millions of family wealth, burning all his family's fleet, wearing ragged clothes, and going to sea to seek the Dao.

But because of that bad luck, no immortal sect was willing to accept him. Sixty years later, the former wealthy young master had become an old and smelly beggar, suffering all the warmth and cold of the world. At this time, his bad luck had reached the extreme. Sometimes a word he said casually, if it was a bad thing, would inevitably come true!

Many people had their families broken because of him, and even if they wanted to beat him to death, they would suddenly be unlucky and tainted with terrible bad luck.

Therefore, everyone kept their distance. After the old man Zu'an accidentally cursed several people who helped him to death, he was even more guilty and crazy. He bit off his tongue, blood sprayed, and he didn't die; he used an axe to chop his head, his face was full of blood, his skull was broken, and he didn't die; he used an iron nail to chisel into his eyes, entering more than six inches, paralyzed on the street, everyone thought he was dead, but he woke up three days later, and didn't die; finally, he used an iron awl to pierce his testicles, swollen like a ball, hanged himself without a neck, and didn't die for three months...

He tried a hundred ways to seek death, but never succeeded!

It seemed that he was born into the world to suffer countless tortures and pains, until he was seventy-three years old, when he finally had the cultivation of Qi Refining.

Because he would curse people to death as soon as he opened his mouth, he had been silent for more than thirty years, covered in filth and pustules, extremely ugly, and no matter where he went, he was cursed by others.

But at this time, he had already practiced a dust-free Dao heart, viewing honor and disgrace as nothing. Although his cultivation was low, he actually attracted several Foundation Establishment cultivators who were willing to serve him as a teacher and follow him to practice.

At this time, the cultivators who followed him had some extraordinary cultivation, but the old man Zu'an still accepted the curses of everyone, because he finally realized the wish power of borrowing everyone's curses to suppress his own fate.

When he was seventy-three years old, he realized the method of curse arts, created several curse arts, and even convinced several cultivators with higher cultivation than him, who were willing to serve under him as a teacher.

But overseas, he was still like an ant!

Until he and his disciples accidentally entered an overseas relic and met an Ear-Dao God...

The Ear-Dao God led him to listen to the scripture transmission of a god's remnant shadow. The old man Zu'an closed his eyes and realized the "Heavenly Curse Scripture" for three days, finally building the Heavenly Curse Dao foundation in one thought, and from then on, all his illnesses were gone, and he created the Heavenly Curse Dao system.

Then he formed a pill in ten years and passed through three disasters in fifty years. Now he was only one step away from achieving the Yin Spirit, and the Heavenly Curse Sect he created had also become a thriving new sect overseas!

However, no matter how mysterious the old man Zu'an's experience was, he was only a Core Formation True Person now! The Nascent Soul cultivator carried the supreme treasure to break into the formation and was killed. How dare the Heavenly Curse Sect break into the formation.

Therefore, he was also trapped outside Golden Knife Gorge, unable to advance or retreat, and a group of Heavenly Curse Sect disciples gathered on a storied ship on the sea.

This storied ship was about dozens of feet long, with five floors inside, and more than a hundred Heavenly Curse Sect disciples lived in it. The high buildings on the ship opened corners on all sides, with vermilion lacquer railings and green gauze round windows. On the four corners of the flying eaves hung curse witch bells, and various strange beast divine statues were squatting. On the top corners of the storied ship, there were four banners. When the banners flew, there were yin souls chanting witch curses, and the banners sprayed black qi to protect the storied ship.

The Heavenly Curse Sect disciples sacrificed witch curses, recited words and spirits, and took in various yin souls and ghosts to protect the storied ship. On every deck board, there were several yin souls suppressing it.

Most of the Heavenly Curse Sect disciples did not have the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star constitution like the old man Zu'an, and could not sense the source curse power, so they had to rely on ghosts and gods to practice.

The fifth floor of the storied ship was where hundreds of ghost and god statues were erected. Disciples of the sect practiced magic arts and had to come here to sacrifice and celebrate to the statues. A curse method often had to be sacrificed for a hundred days to be practiced.

Most of these statues were yin gods belonging to the disciples of the sect, mostly yin souls and yin spirits, just taking what they needed!

But there were also those who sacrificed to yin gods, and even outer path ghosts and gods. These gods had stronger magic power and required more offerings. If they were not disciples with rich family backgrounds, they would not dare to sacrifice.

Although the Heavenly Curse Sect was a sect with a very heavy ghost and god atmosphere, it was most taboo to believe in these gods. The so-called sacrifice and celebration were transactions. At a higher level, they even wanted to enslave these ghosts and gods to practice.

At this time, a Heavenly Curse Sect disciple took a handful of incense fire and inserted it into the statues one by one, and his expression was not very respectful.

Another disciple who was practicing magic in this storied ship's divine temple just received the curse power given by the ghost and god, looked at him and laughed: "Jiao Liuzi, you are offering incense fire every day, you are diligent! Don't forget what the ancestor said, offering to ghosts and gods, don't be too sincere, so as not to be stolen of wisdom and spiritual qi, and confuse the spirit and hurt the body!"

That Jiao Liuzi finished inserting the incense fire, straightened his waist and said: "We practice the 'Heavenly Curse Suppressing God Method' taught by the ancestor, and what we contemplate and worship in our divine consciousness is ourselves. We have long suppressed our own human qi. No matter how these ghosts and gods are, they can't take it!"

"I also pity them for being a group of lonely ghosts and wild spirits, so I offer them a stick of incense morning and evening. These yin gods are too weak to enter the eyes of the senior brothers, and they are starving."

"As for those yin gods who really have magic power, I don't dare to sacrifice easily, just a stick of incense to mean it! Get a familiar face!"

That disciple sighed: "You are kind!"

In these few days outside Golden Knife Gorge, the atmosphere was oppressive and panicked, which led to the Heavenly Curse Sect disciples having no mind to worship gods and practice magic. Now there were only the two of them in front of the shrine...

That disciple found a futon and sat down at will, and said to Jiao Liuzi: "The day before yesterday, I saw various cultivators breaking into the formation every day, and eight or nine out of ten fell. Among them, there were many Nascent Soul old monsters. The Long Gong set up the formation to be so terrifying. I thought that even if the Sect Master made a move, I am afraid he would not be able to pass this disaster, and everyone was panicked. Even the true disciples closed their doors and didn't come out, and many outer disciples didn't even do their homework!"

Jiao Liuzi remembered the silent senior brothers a few days ago, and also sighed slightly, saying: "Fortunately, there was the sword cultivator senior who made a move yesterday, which boosted the morale of our human race!"

That disciple also nodded. Only yesterday's event made them, these small cultivators, truly feel the power of Soul Transformation.

That Nascent Soul great cultivator of the Wanghai Sect made a move, and it was a boundless giant wave, with the power to cover the sea and overturn the river. The power of the Rolling Sea Wheel was seen in their eyes, and sects like the Heavenly Curse Sect would be destroyed if people waved their hands! But that Nascent Soul True Person took the risk to break into the formation, but didn't turn up any waves, and was killed by the Dragon Clan manipulating the formation.

This made them have a direct feeling about the power of the formation...

Unceremoniously, many cultivators, and even Core Formation True Persons, had their hearts cold! And they had a fear of the Long Gong as if it were a god.

That kind of terrifying oppressive feeling made it difficult for them to get rid of it now. Fortunately, a human sword cultivator made a move later, and also ignored the sea-blocking formation, coming and going freely in the formation, and beheaded the great demon who led the demon soldiers to kill the Nascent Soul of the Wanghai Sect with one sword.

With another sword, he slashed the waves and broke the formation, killing tens of thousands of water tribes!

In these two days, there were still loose cultivators who risked running to the edge of Golden Knife Gorge to look for the corpses of the water tribe demon soldiers. It is said that many people got the weapons and magic treasures of the water tribe and made a fortune.

"However, although that sword immortal senior has great divine ability and amazing sword technique, he didn't break this formation after all..."

Another disciple, Yan Yangzi, sighed: "I just don't know if he is a senior of Shaoqing, or a sword immortal of other sects overseas. I heard from a true disciple in the sect that the Dragon Clan blocks the sea and sets up a formation, which has already alarmed several great sects overseas. If the Dragon Clan is allowed to be so rampant, its momentum will definitely increase greatly. I am afraid that those small demon tribes in the East Sea will all be intimidated by this power and choose to listen to the orders of the Long Gong."

"In this way, the Long Gong's power will inevitably skyrocket, and it will impact the territory of our human race, so those immortal sects and great sects have to make a move to deter the Dragon Clan and force them to retreat."

"In a few days, there will be Soul Transformation ancestors coming to break this formation. Two sides fight, I hope they don't involve us!"

Jiao Liuzi was very admiring of the sword immortal senior yesterday. Hearing this, he was a bit unhappy and said: "The Dragon Clan is just relying on those millions of water tribe demon soldiers, and there is a great formation to rely on. If it weren't for the sword immortal senior being alone, how could he retreat like this?"

"If they really have the ability, why don't they fight outside the formation? I am afraid that those evil dragons are afraid of the sharpness in the sword immortal senior's hands!"

Yan Yangzi didn't argue with him, just laughed: "I hope more Soul Transformation seniors will come to frustrate the Dragon Clan's arrogance!"

Jiao Liuzi hummed: "That sword immortal senior yesterday already frustrated the Dragon Clan's arrogant arrogance, and entered the formation to kill demons, and didn't see the Dragon Clan have any reaction..."

Yan Yangzi laughed: "After worshiping the ghosts and gods, you and I should go to worship the ancestor!"

Then he pulled him into the deepest part of the shrine, where a portrait was enshrined, but it was an ancient god with a blurred face, accompanied by an Ear-Dao God, with a majestic face, looking outside the painting.

It was a portrait of the god and the Ear-Dao God who taught the "Heavenly Curse Scripture" drawn by the old man Zu'an based on memory, and it was worshiped by the Heavenly Curse Sect disciples as the ancestor.

There was also a tadpole-script Supreme Three Origins Siming Great Curse, which was the ancestor's sacrificial text!

The two respectfully offered incense to the portrait, and inserted three sticks of top-grade sandalwood incense in the incense burner in front of the portrait, which could not be compared with the miscellaneous incense offered to ghosts and gods outside.

At this time, the fragrance was lingering in front of the portrait like clouds and smoke. Yan Yangzi looked up and respected the ancestor, but suddenly found a small person the size of a bean flying in front of the portrait, spitting at the god in the painting.

He was shocked and hurriedly sacrificed the words and spirits, wanting to grab the little person down.

Jiao Liuzi stopped him and whispered: "Yan Shixiong brother, wait, it's the Ear-Dao God!"

Yan Yangzi was in a dilemma. The Ear-Dao God was rare, but not unique, and the old man Zu'an obtained the method under the guidance of the Ear-Dao God, so he issued an edict that disciples should not hurt it, and should be careful to worship it.

Now that an Ear-Dao God ran to the ancestor's portrait and spat, this was not to be driven away, nor was it not to be driven away, which made people scratch their claws.

That small person the size of a bean enjoyed the incense fire. Seeing this, Jiao Liuzi could only smile bitterly: "I can only add three sticks of incense to the ancestor!" ===== CHAPTER 665 =====