"The Great Elder hasn't made up his mind to take action yet. We can't directly conflict with the Shenmu Sect for the time being. Let's do some tricks behind the scenes."

Zhao Xuankang said calmly, then separated from Nan Xuanjing and came to the depths of Yunmengze.

After flying for two months, he was about to approach the Soochow Territory when he came to an island filled with mist.

"Zhao Xuankang from Xuanhuo Dao Palace pays his respects."

He was flying in mid-air, his energy sinking from his dantian, and he was shouting towards the island.

"Zhao Xuankang? I didn't expect you to be able to find this place?"

A sinister word sounded from the island, and the clouds and mist in the sky condensed into a huge ghost face, looking down at the tiny Zhao Xuankang.

"Tu Daohua, when you showed up in our Xuanxiao Immortal City in the past, I gave you convenience. Do you recognize this favor?"

Zhao Xuankang looked at the ghostly face in the air without changing his expression and spoke calmly.

"Hey, I go to your Xuanxiao Taoist Palace because I think highly of you, and I also paid the spirit stones honestly. When does normal buying and selling of things count as a favor?"

"Of course it's not a favor to ordinary monks, but you are a demonic monk. If I had said anything at that time, I think the elder of my family would have been happy to kill you, a demonic cultivator of pill formation."

After Zhao Xuankang said these words, Tu Daohua fell silent.

Obviously, the Great Elder Yuanying of Xuanhuo Dao Palace still has a deterrent effect on him.

"Tell me, what is your purpose for coming to me?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Xuankang knew that the matter was done and smiled slightly.

"The Shenmu Sect has a genius. If he is given time to grow, he is likely to form a pill or even a baby. I need you to use the magic nightmare prayer technique to destroy his behavior."

"Three Xuantian Wujin Pills!"

Tu Daohua shouted out his price, and Zhao Xuankang shook his head and stretched out a finger.

"Two pills, no more. Every time I use this Nightmare Prayer technique, it will damage my own energy. If I use it too much, it will also damage my own moral conduct. If you don't agree, you can get out now."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Xuankang frowned, but nodded. After all, he was asking for help, but he also had his own conditions.

"You perform it in front of me now, and when it is done, I will give you one pill first. Because I only have one pill on me. When I confirm that Chen Guixian's Taoism has been corrupted, I will go back to the Dao Palace to get you another pill.

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"this……"

Tu Daohua wanted to take two directly, but he also knew that there was a lack of trust between the two parties, so this was the best way. He could only nod in agreement, but said that he could not do it today.

"I will receive a distinguished guest tomorrow, and the Nightmare Prayer technique also requires the preparation of an altar and a straw man. Come back in a month."

After Zhao Xuankang heard this, he frowned slightly, but said nothing more and nodded in agreement.

"Tell me the name and birth date of the person you want to curse, and I will prepare a straw man first."

Tu Daohua asked the most important thing again.

"That person's name is Chen Guixian..."

Zhao Xuankang had this idea in his mind after hearing that two of Nan Xuanjing's apprentices were killed with swords. He had already collected Chen Guixian's information over the years.

"Make sure it's correct."

Tu Daohua recited the three words "Chen Guixian" twice, and after receiving a confirmed reply from Zhao Xuankang, he saw off the guests.

Zhao Xuankang did not leave the island too far. He used a hidden formation and hid it somewhere under the water.

He was a little curious about the person Tu Daohua was going to receive.

Demonic monks have always been solitary and unruly. Who can be considered a "distinguished guest" by Tu Daohua?

With this feeling, and the fact that he would be back in a month, I simply waited here.

At dusk the next day, Zhao Xuankang finally waited for someone to come.

It was an old woman in floral clothes, and she flew directly into the island with a beautiful female nun in a palace dress, with a white complexion and a slightly sad face.

"Who is this person?"

Zhao Xuankang murmured to himself that this old woman's aura was unfathomable and her cultivation was far above him.

In comparison, the stunningly beautiful female cultivator in white palace clothes next to her was only building the foundation. It seemed that she had just established the foundation not long ago, and her aura could not be completely restrained.
Chapter completed!