The two sides were bickering, and soon, the diagnosis results were obtained over there:

"This is the curse chanted by the witch cultivator. We are incompetent and know nothing about lifting witchcraft curses. I am afraid that I can't do anything about it. Please ask the master of the palace and you to find someone else who is wise."

"Palace Master!" The friend who came with the injured knelt down in the palace in an anxious manner, kowtowing to Palace Master Chu, Yuan Zhao and Shengjun respectively, "Yuanjun, Shengjun, please save fellow Taoist Zixia! He has always done his best.

Upright and chivalrous.

Even if he offended the witch cultivator, he must have done it to eliminate harm for the people, and he shouldn’t have ended up like this! Holy Lord, Young Master Bo..."

Yuan Jun was young in cultivation, so when he became anxious, he subconsciously pinned all his hopes on Palace Master Chu and the two young powerful men. Not only did Yuan Zhao not mind, he even sat around and secretly communicated with others:

"Madam, please do me a favor..."

In order to do Mrs. Li a favor, she not only exposed her whereabouts, but also stayed in the Jiuzhong Hall to be ridiculed and tested by Feng Di. She suffered a huge loss! Even if the other party gave her a feather, she still suffered a huge loss and had to get her money back.

Moreover, her busy work has the effect of fueling the flames and ensuring that Madam Li's plan goes more smoothly.

Although this was not the result that Palace Master Chu wanted, even Mrs. Li did not care about his feelings, so Yuan Zhao would not think about him.

The two simply ignored his presence and discussed the details of the plan.

Here they are planning secretly, and over there, Young Master Bo and Shengjun have respectively observed the injuries of the Taoist Zixia. The former is indeed helpless, while the latter uses his own skills to try to resolve the witchcraft tightly surrounding the opponent's spiritual platform.

The result was that Taoist Zixia shouted even more fiercely, scaring his friend until his eyes turned red. The Holy Lord withdrew his magic power, frowned and said:

"This is an ancient witch clan's curse. It is an unusual witch cultivator's work. I cannot break it."

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed slightly.

Amazing! Even the Holy Lord can't break it, so what if this person harms the world in the future?! Today it's Zixia, and tomorrow it may be someone else here. After all, we don't know what the purpose of the other person is to hurt people.

There is a difference between the witch clan and the witch cultivators. The spells practiced by the witch cultivators all come from the witch clan. Even high-level witch cultivators cannot break the spells cast by the ordinary witch clan.

Now it is the curse of the ancient witch clan, so it is understandable that the Holy Lord is helpless.

Oh? Shengjun's words made Yuan Zhao look up at him in surprise. He thought he was reminding him specifically, but the other party didn't look over. Well, it must have been an illusion. So he continued to watch the fun with his chin on the table, tapping the case with his fingers.

noodle.

She doesn't find it difficult, she is just curious about where the other party belongs to the ancient witch clan? Why do they have to look for her? Of course, looking for her is definitely not to reminisce about the past...

Not even the Holy Lord could save him, and the friend was about to despair when he suddenly remembered that there was another one. He turned around in a hurry and found that the other friend was sitting still in his original position.

"Yuanjun..." He quickly stepped forward to salute.

Yuan Zhao raised her hand casually and used her spiritual power to stop him from kneeling. She was the youngest among the people here, so she should be less polite.

"I have only one way to do it, burn it with strange fire." The situation was urgent, and she did not try to be coquettish or pretentious. "The end result may be that he is spared his life, but there is no hope for him in this life. Do you dare to take this idea for him?"

"Ah?! This..." My friend was dumbfounded.

For a monk, the hopelessness of the Great Dao in this life is simply more terrifying than death! What do monks want? The Great Dao can be achieved! It is too slim to expect to rebuild it in the next life.

I hesitated for a moment, not daring to speak lightly.

Seeing this, Fairy Fengdi was about to open her mouth to stir up trouble, but unexpectedly her lips started to move, but she couldn't make a sound. Oops! She was so frightened that she raised her hands to cover her neck and touched it, then turned around and glared at her side.

Birkin.

She has been silenced!

"Before the banquet is over, you should keep your mouth shut." Bo Qin said the message lightly, without even looking at her.

Feng Di was furious, ready to get angry, when her mother's gentle voice came from the hall:

"Fellow Taoist, please don't panic. I have a friend who came here specifically to treat me and has not yet left. If you don't mind, I will ask him to come out immediately to treat this fellow Taoist."

Hmm?! Friend?!

Palace Master Chu turned around in confusion, looked at his wife, and then at the white-haired boy downstairs. What kind of friend? When did he come? How could he not know?! What the hell are these two doing?

How many things were hidden from him?

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him, which made him depressed.

"I beg you, madam, to lend a helping hand. I and Zixia are deeply grateful!" The man burst into tears of gratitude.

Mrs. Li smiled lightly when she saw this, and then whispered loudly:

"Please invite True Lord Shaoyang!"

True Lord Shaoyang? Everyone was deeply astonished. When did Lingqiu have such a powerful person that the Lady of Jiuchongdian could greet him with a respectful tone?

Fairy Fengdi was astonished, True Lord Shaoyang? Mother’s friend? How come she had never mentioned it before? Even dad and other masters and uncles had never mentioned it...

While everyone was thinking, a large surge of spiritual energy suddenly appeared above the hall, condensing in a whirlpool. Then it dispersed with a bang, and the spiritual energy containing evil spirits burst out everywhere. Everyone raised their sleeves and covered their faces to avoid the fierce evil energy.

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In an instant, a young man wearing a wide hat and a black outer and red robe stood in the hall. The hat was too wide and completely covered his face, leaving only a small section of his graceful chin exposed.

When everyone put down their sleeves and saw this scene, they were both amazed and scared.

This, who is this?! The True Lord of the Shenyuan Mountain?! How come I have never seen it?! I have never even heard of it! In Lingqiu, there are many monks named Shaoyang, but they are all unknown.

My generation, I can’t get into the Jiuzhong Palace!

"Zhenjun, thank you for your work." Mrs. Li said with a smile without saying anything.

"Only this time." The man in black robe said softly.

Oops! It's a man?! Everyone was shocked again, he was still a young man! They couldn't help but look at someone next to Mrs. Li... Feeling the strange caring gaze, Palace Master Chu's expression suddenly became wonderful.

Diverse!

"Okay." Mrs. Li seemed indifferent and nodded with a smile.

Ha! It was very rare for Palace Master Chu to have a tacit understanding with his stepdaughter, and at the same time he sneered in his heart. Look at that gentle tone and humble attitude, he/she had never seen it before!

No matter what they thought, in the hall, the man in black robe stood straight and straight, stretched out his hand covered with long sleeves and pointed at Taoist Zixia.

Taoist Zixia, who had stopped struggling and had no resistance, was slowly raised until he was eye level with him. Then, his slender fingers quickly and lightly drew a strange spiritual power symbol, and then he flicked it.

The spiritual power symbol disappeared into Taoist Zixia's eyebrows, and the fingertips of the black-robed man began to shine brightly.

As if there were two forces fighting at the spiritual platform, Taoist Zixia's body began to twitch slightly, which gradually turned into a strong tremor. Suddenly, an abnormally powerful evil spirit suddenly burst out of his body and headed towards the man in black robe.

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Soon enough, a sharp blade with blood-colored light flew out from the table:

"What kind of evildoer is so unruly here?!"
Chapter completed!