"Uncle Master, there must be a way to save Master, right? I went to the extreme realm to find the Holy Ancestor Medicine King. He has an elixir of flesh and bones in his hands, and he will definitely save Master!"
Ci En took a deep breath, as if he had made some determination.
"If you can find the Holy Ancestor Medicine King, there is indeed a chance for Senior Brother. But now the Senior Brother is exhausted, and if he can't get up, I'm afraid it is too late for the Medicine King to arrive."
"Lao Na will do his best to hang the brother's breath. Shanhui, you take the elders out first! By this time tomorrow, if Lao Na succeeds, you will immediately set off to the extreme realm to find the Holy Ancestor Medicine King. If Lao Na fails, , Oh... that may be God's will."
Shanhui looked at Ci'en with gratitude in her eyes, his legs had been abolished by Luo Yunxiao, and could not kneel at this time, so she could only kowtow deeply towards Ci'en.
The monks in one room all knelt down, looking at Ci En's eyes full of worship and hope.
When Bodhidharma was defeated, they thought the sky had fallen.
My heart is full of pain and despair.
But now they realized that the cultivation level of Uncle Merciful Master was not much weaker than that of Bodhidharma. As long as there is him one day, the Great Compassion Temple will not fall.
The door of the hall was slowly closed.
Ci En sat cross-legged in front of Bodhidharma, tapping the wooden fish lightly in his hand.
When even a ray of light came out, enveloped the entire room.
The merciful eyes looked at Bodhidharma who was pale in front of him and closed his eyes in a coma.
I don't know if it was because of the flickering light and shadow in the room, a blue light flashed out of the muddy eyes.
The next moment, he lowered his eyes, and his fingers quickly formed one after another complicated and strange curse marks.
As more and more curse marks are formed.
A small black hole appeared on Ci En's chest.
The black hole seemed to be out of sight, spinning gently, getting bigger and bigger.
The black air wafting out of the cave, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around Bodhidharma's body.
Bodhidharma's originally calm and dead face showed an expression of pain and struggle.
He opened his eyes with a grunt.
Seeing Ci En, who was sitting across from him, was still a little too slow for a while, and his muddy eyes opened slightly: "Junior Brother, what are you...what are you doing?!"
Ci En opened his eyes when he heard the words, and revealed a shallow smile: "Brother, are you awake? Actually, you shouldn't wake up, and you should die in ignorance. Isn't it more peaceful and happy?"
Bodhidharma's face changed: "City, what do you want to do?!"
He looked down suddenly, feeling the terrible energy entwined in his body.
There was a look of anger on his face: "[God Seizing Curse]!! Merci, how could you such a vicious spell?!"
The Curse of the Deityis to completely plunder a person's cultivation base and soul to oneself without any sequelae of incompatibility.
This [Curse] is too vicious and against the sky, so the conditions to be met are also extremely difficult.
First of all, the person must be extremely proficient in [Mantra].
Even in the [Juli Tribe], which is famous for its [spells], almost no one can do it.
Secondly, the strength of the person who casts the curse must be comparable to that of the person being cursed, and without any resistance from the opponent, complete all the curse seals, so that they will not be backlashed by the [God-God Curse].
And such a person must be someone close to him.