Chapter 121: Blood Curse

A ball of blood energy rushed into Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness, turning into a huge ghost beast. The ghost beast opened its eyes, and what it saw was a vast, endless earth, and it was immediately at a loss.

However, the blood curse at the Great Shaman level had its own spirituality. After circling a few times, it locked onto the place where the luck was most abundant and pounced toward the full moon in the sky!

Shadows surged in the full moon, revealing a bird head with three eyes. That bird opened one eye and looked coldly at the ghost beast, and the ghost beast immediately turned around, instantly escaping from Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness, following the causal connection in the dark, and plunged into the doll.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt bursts of dizziness and nausea, and at the same time, his whole body was empty and powerless, and two hot currents suddenly surged from his nose. Wei Yuan reached out to wipe, and his hand was full of ink-green blood, smelling foul!

He suddenly felt something in his heart and immediately took out a doll from his arms. At this moment, the doll's originally festive face became distorted and painful, and black blood constantly seeped out of its eyes! Wei Yuan's hand was slightly heavy, and multiple wounds immediately appeared on the doll's body, and at the same time, it began to seep black blood!

The black blood was excruciatingly painful when it stuck to his hand, so Wei Yuan hurriedly threw the doll to the ground.

This was the Great Shaman's blood curse!

Fortunately, the doll shared a portion of the damage; otherwise, Wei Yuan didn't know if he could have survived this curse killing launched at the cost of hundreds of people's lives. Even though he had the protection of the power of mountains and rivers, the Wu tribe's blood curse was notoriously powerful, and the Great Shaman had also sacrificed hundreds of offerings to strengthen its power. If the doll hadn't shared the damage, Wei Yuan knew he would have had little chance of survival.

It was just that what Wei Yuan didn't know was that it was now he who was sharing the damage for the doll, rather than the other way around, although the result was the same.

Having been hit by a blood curse, Wei Yuan also felt a bit dizzy in his head. In his eyes, he saw human cultivators around him falling one after another, and the hundreds of human sacrifices behind the platform didn't even show their faces until they were beheaded. Wei Yuan turned his head wanting to find someone, but he didn't see a single person, only then remembering that the knights who had followed him initially had all died in battle.

Charging into the formation was a one-way trip; they had already known this when they spurred their horses out.

Wei Yuan suddenly had an indescribable rage. He wiped the dirty blood off his face, jumped off his horse, and strode toward the high platform!

Around the high platform, there were still thousands of elite Wu tribe warriors guarding it. These warriors had different attire, covered in rusty iron chains; they were the Great Shaman's personal guards. Behind them, there were still three thousand rear-guard troops who hadn't moved, while Wei Yuan was all alone.

Over a hundred Great Shaman's personal guards wearing iron chains came up to meet him. Only their eyes were exposed, and their eyes were cold and ruthless, containing only light similar to beast puppets.

Wei Yuan didn't say a word, the power of mountains and rivers returned to his body, his long spear was like a dragon in the sky, stabbing the Great Shaman's personal guards down one by one, and within ten feet, it became a dead zone.

Countless Great Shaman's iron guards and surviving heavy-armor warriors surged like an iron-gray tide, surrounding Wei Yuan. In the tide, Wei Yuan was like a lonely boat, slowly and resolutely moving upstream, leaving only a tail of corpses behind him.

The Wu tribe nobles and shamans on the high platform had originally been laughing, feeling that this human with mediocre cultivation was simply crazy to want to challenge the Great Shaman? There had been those who did this in the past, but they all brought large armies, and in the end, they all failed.

But as they laughed, they gradually couldn't laugh anymore.

Before they knew it, that human had pushed forward dozens of feet step by step under the siege, still as fearless and tireless as when the battle first began, just mechanically and silently harvesting Wu tribe lives. As he approached, the Wu tribe nobles and shamans vaguely felt that there seemed to be endless earth fire brewing in that ordinary body, which could turn into a volcano destroying a world at any time!

In the Tai Chu Palace, Pei Tinghai was originally sitting alone watching a chess game. On the chessboard in front of him, the black and white pieces were moving and laying out on their own, fighting fiercely.

Just at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, knowing that his divine sense had been used. A moment later, a dim cyan energy suddenly appeared above the head of the Tinghai Xianjun Tinghai, falling down like rain threads, merging into his immortal body.

Pei Tinghai had a look of surprise, looked up at the cyan energy, and muttered to himself, "So many gifts from heaven and earth; it should be a Dharma Form of many years. Did the little guy kill the opponent? I wonder which one of the Xu family he killed."

He naturally knew the power of the divine sense he had given out; at most, it could severely injure a Dharma Form, but it was far from enough to kill one. With Wei Yuan's current strength, even if a True Lord's Dharma Form was cut in half, it wasn't something he could keep. Did this little guy have other hidden means, or was it simply good luck, or did he get some powerful foreign aid?

Pei Tinghai pondered, but he didn't have the idea of using immortal techniques to investigate. The heaven and earth of the Broken Domain were fragile; using immortal techniques to investigate would trigger various unpredictable consequences, and the cost of using an immortal technique once was huge.

"Since it's good news, there's no difference between knowing it early or late; what's the hurry?" Pei Tinghai laughed and shook his head. At this moment, the chess game was fighting fiercely, but he was no longer in the mood to watch, so he picked up a fishing rod and prepared to fish in the human world.

Not long after sitting down on the cliff, Pei Tinghai suddenly frowned, feeling a slight numbness and itch on his hands. He got up and went to the water basin to wash his hands, and a basin of water suddenly turned dark green, while his hands were covered with black blood mixed with pus!

Pei Tinghai let out a cold laugh and said, "Cursing me to the head of this immortal?"

Roots of blood lines emerged from the pus and blood on his hands, reaching into the void. Pei Tinghai reached into the void with both hands along the blood lines, vaguely grabbed something, and tore it open!

After doing this, he retracted his hands, washed them leisurely, and then wiped them dry with a snow-white square towel. At this moment, Pei Tinghai suddenly understood something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he scolded, "This little rabbit, he really uses me thoroughly!"

Lan Shen Palace. The Great Shaman on the high platform suddenly let out a scream, rolled to the ground, and kept wailing while holding his head. A huge Fear Snake Dharma Form appeared above his head, but the giant snake was now torn into two sections, the upper half and the lower half were trying their best to connect together, but no matter how they tried, they couldn't connect!

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up: Immortal backlash!

At this moment, the opportunity appeared, and Wei Yuan immediately exited the state of absolute coldness after rage. He had long known that relying on curse backlash alone was not enough to completely kill a Great Shaman, so Wei Yuan had also prepared a fierce one.

Wei Yuan's mind sank into his sea of consciousness, and relying on the curse knowledge learned in the technique theory class, he found the trace of the curse invading his sea of consciousness and made it manifest. He saw a dark red and ink-green mixed trajectory emerge, one end hidden in the void.

Wei Yuan's spiritual sense extended along the trajectory and instantly reached the source: the Great Shaman's sea of consciousness. At this moment, the Great Shaman was suffering from immortal backlash, his Dharma Form was torn apart, and the defense of his sea of consciousness was completely destroyed; at this moment, it could be said to be completely undefended. It was just that his sea of consciousness was full of rolling blood pools and endless ink energy, with countless flying insects hiding and floating in it. Wei Yuan felt a bit creepy when he saw it and didn't dare to enter at all.

Wei Yuan's spiritual sense moved, and he lifted a gray wind ball from his own sea of consciousness, threw it into the Great Shaman's sea of consciousness from afar, and then turned and ran!

With hope in front of him, now was not the time to fight to the death with his opponent. So Wei Yuan immediately exited the rage, switched to the survival mode, his spiritual sense flew away at full speed, and at the same time, he blessed himself with luck protection to be safe.

Just as he turned around, an incomparably painful and crazy scream sounded behind Wei Yuan. Countless cracks appeared in the Great Shaman's sea of consciousness in an instant, and blood and ink energy shot out like pillars, like a water bag with holes everywhere. The sea of consciousness was completely boiling, and countless flying insects turned into powder in an instant!

Wei Yuan's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted. Fortunately, a streak of luck dissipated, and he maintained his sobriety. Wei Yuan fled back to his sea of consciousness at full speed. In the instant before hiding in the sea of consciousness, Wei Yuan heard another scream, and the second thick streak of luck he blessed dissipated by more than half, turning into ordinary luck.

The Great Shaman on the high platform kept twitching and struggling, constantly letting out extremely painful screams. Large swathes of insects flew out from under his robe, but they fell to the ground and died as soon as they flew out. The giant snake Dharma Form in the sky could no longer take care of connecting its body, and both the upper and lower sections were rolling desperately, with cracks constantly appearing on its body.

The Great Shaman reached out toward Wei Yuan, wanting to grab him to accompany him in death, but Wei Yuan in the battle formation suddenly manifested dozens of burning immortal swords, throwing them around like they were worthless, and then his figure flickered a few times and escaped a hundred feet away. His determination to escape was no less than his desperate charge just now.

The Great Shaman also didn't expect Wei Yuan to escape so quickly, let out a final hiss of unwillingness, and then the giant snake Dharma Form dissipated, his head slowly drooped, and he never moved again.

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With two Immortal Lords taking action from afar, this Great Shaman didn't die unjustly at all. Once the Great Shaman died, hundreds of personal guards beside the high platform suddenly fell down at the same time, dying silently. Their bodies and primordial spirits were connected to the Great Shaman; if the Great Shaman died, they couldn't live either.

Wei Yuan, who had just been running away, stopped, and then immortal swords burning with flames manifested around his body, circling him in a circle. Looking from afar, it was like the legendary Flame Lotus Immortal Array, with monstrous momentum.

Wei Yuan pointed his long spear to the sky and roared, "The Great Shaman is dead! Brothers, follow me and charge!"

Wei Yuan roared three times in a row. The first time was in the official language of the Great Tang, and the last two were in the Wu tribe language he had just learned after coming to the Western Regions. The last two sentences were also attached with Dao power to ensure that everyone on the battlefield for dozens of miles could hear.

All the surviving human cultivators were greatly encouraged, jumping out of the trenches one after another, fighting back desperately. The Wu tribe's morale collapsed, the high platform tilted, and the slaves pushing the platform turned and ran. But they were locked to the carriage by chains, and this run immediately caused the high platform to lose its balance.

The Wu tribe's generals and shaman nobles on the high platform jumped down one after another; some ran away directly, while others snatched the poisonous lizards of their subordinates and fled. The Wu tribe's rear-guard actually still had three thousand people, with a complete lineup. But the Great Shaman was dead, and the nobles and shamans leading the army had fled in a swarm, so they also turned and fled.

The Wu tribe's rear-guard was composed of the relatives of noble shamans, with the best equipment, and they would only come out to harvest military merit and offerings when the war was going smoothly; they were also the most convenient to run when things were not going well.

Wei Yuan spurred his horse, thirty-six immortal swords circling and flying around his body, forming a magnificent fire lotus, and killed toward the Wu tribe's rear-guard! Seeing this killing god rushing toward them, the Wu tribe's rear-guard were all scared out of their wits, and they scattered in a swarm, fleeing into the swampy dense forest.

Behind, Xu Wenwu watched with hot blood, rushed out from his hiding place, grabbed a magic treasure long saber that had fallen on the ground, and lifted it hard, but it didn't move. He lifted it again, and it still didn't move.

Xu Wenwu let out a long sigh; he had the courage, but the long saber was afraid of battle!

The Wu tribe's army was routed, and Wei Yuan pursued relentlessly. As long as anyone dared to gather, it was a Yushan smash. He pursued and killed for an entire night, fighting for hundreds of miles, until dawn was about to break.

In this pursuit, Wei Yuan had a hundred immortal swords circling his body, with monstrous momentum, but he mainly killed the enemy with the Yushan, and the immortal swords' battle results were actually not many.

But after this battle, presumably the Wu Yu tribe from top to bottom already knew that Wei Yuan was a fierce man with a hundred immortal swords, and they would inevitably study methods to deal with immortal swords, the most likely of which was curse techniques to seal immortal swords. By the time they finished their research and were ready, they would discover that Wei Yuan had already changed his immortal foundation.

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