Chapter 125 Jinglian Layman
In the following time, Lin Shan would curse at a certain time and place every day.
I have to say this stuff is really addictive.
Once the curse starts, three times doesn’t feel good enough!
After using it every day, I feel itchy all over, and I can't help but look forward to the next day.
What surprised him was that the Xiongshan people were indeed in the middle stage of foundation building. Although they almost survived each time, they still resisted in the end. No one could admire his perseverance.
But every time he peeked before shooting, Lin Shan could feel that the Xiongshan people had been flying on the vast sea, as if they had a definite target.
After seeing more, Lin Shan roughly guessed that it should be the southeast.
However, no matter how tenacious the man on Xiongshan Mountain is, he is still gradually weakening with the unshakable curse day by day.
Especially Lin Shan, a scumbag who always cursed him when he was sneaking on the road in the middle of the night. As a result, every time he finally suppressed the strangeness, he found that his previous flying magic weapon had long since fallen into the sea and disappeared.
In just ten days, he lost ten mid-level magic weapons, which amounted to two to three thousand spirit stones!
Later, he even fell into the dilemma of not having a flying magic weapon.
Because all the mid-level magic weapons were lost, and the low-level magic weapons couldn't withstand flying with the sword. As a last resort, I had to use the set of flying needle instruments as a stepping stone for the time being.
I have to say that the people on Xiongshan Mountain are really talented people. You must know that only high-level magical weapons have the function of becoming larger and smaller. Intermediate-level magical weapons are always as big as they are.
But he stepped on the flying needle, which was as thin as an ox hair, and even lost it and exchanged it despite being cursed, so he just flew for another ten days!
At this time, the aura all over his body had plummeted, and the red hair on his body was as long as steel needles. Dozens of purple tentacles were flying wildly. Occasionally, some monks and monsters passing by saw him and turned away in fright.
But after persisting for so long, I finally arrived at the promised land.
The people on Xiong Mountain are not brainless idiots. When strange things kept appearing on their bodies, they realized that someone was cursing them from the distance!
As for who it was, he didn't know.
After all, after being the leader of water bandits for so many years, he had offended many enemies, and Lin Shan was not even ranked among them.
But he clearly knew how difficult it was to deal with the weirdness in him. Even if he finds his backer, the Golden Core Protector of the Black Lotus Sect, it may not help.
As a last resort, he had no choice but to hold on to the last straw of hope and fly deep to the southeast without hesitation.
"Kusu Island."
This island is home to the only great Nascent Soul-stage casual cultivator in the East China Sea, Jinglian layman.
Others can't break the curse on him, but it doesn't mean that Jinglian Jingren can't break it.
This is an old monster that has been powerful in the East China Sea for 500 years. Even Turtle Master, who has lived for more than 400 years, is not worthy of holding a shoe in front of him.
As time went by, the curse broke out again and again, and the magic weapons were lost one by one. With the help of the people in Xiongshan Mountain, they managed to see the "Kuxu Island" in the distance on the 21st day with the help of their last breath.
He clearly knew how dangerous it was to trespass into the pure cultivation place of the Nascent Soul stage, but the curse became more and more powerful and he became weaker and weaker. If he didn't give it a try, he would have no choice but to wait for death.
Finally, while swaying, the Xiongshan people flew into the island and saw an old man in gray robes calmly sprinkling water and watering vegetables under a Bibolo tree.
Exhausted, he finally couldn't help but fainted and fell down.
……
On a day like any other, after Lin Shan practiced, he closed all the curtains in the cave, walked to the corner, laid out a bunch of props, and started a happy curse journey.
Humming a tune and setting up his bow and arrow, Lin Shan's consciousness traveled through the void again and came to a thatched house.
"Huh?"
The guy from Xiongshan is no longer flying over the sea? Have all the magic weapons been lost? Shouldn't it?
Lin Shan carefully calculated Old Xiong's net worth with his fingers. Even if all the flying needles of the calculator were lost, wouldn't there still be six plum blossom nails? What's more, the half of the mace can be used for a day!
If the people in Xiong Mountain knew what he was thinking, they would probably grab him by the collar and question him fiercely, "Do you think this is still human language?"
But it was a pity that the Xiongshan man was lying on the mat on the ground floor of the thatched house at this time, obviously having been in a coma for a day. But for some reason, all the red hair and tentacles on his body disappeared.
This time, Lin Shan was shocked.
In the past twenty days, he had observed the straw man dozens of times, and he could clearly see the difficulty of the red hair and tentacles.
The people on Xiong Mountain are amazing!
Lin Shan nodded in surprise. Although you surprised me, I'm sorry, this time
"Dang!~"
A crisp sound came, and Lin Shan's consciousness returned to his cave, and he found that the arrow he shot had been bounced away!
Didn't hit the straw man.
"What?" Lin Shan was all focused on the passage just now, so he didn't pay attention to the main body. The arrow he shot was still bounced away?
You must know that the principle of the "Seven Arrows Book" is that when an arrow is shot on a straw man, the real source of the immortal weapon "The Book of Seven Arrows" will accept the sacrifice and place the curse on the target.
Now that his arrow has not hit the straw man, the man on the Xiong Mountain on the other side will naturally not be cursed, which is equivalent to a wasted opportunity.
Lin Shan looked around suspiciously, but for a long time he didn't find any other objects blocking the way. Still not sure what had knocked his arrow away just now, he simply drew his bow and nocked the arrow again.
This time he consciously went in to take a peek and came out. The man from Xiong Mountain was still lying in that thatched hut without moving. He wanted to see what strange thing had happened, that the magical power could still be disabled.
The next moment, a scene appeared that made his eyes widen.
As soon as his hand was released, the arrow flew towards the straw man. A yellow light shield suddenly popped up in the void on the other side of the straw man, knocking the arrow away.
"Clang!"
"Da da da~"
The arrow rolled three times on the ground and lay motionless. The straw man was still placed between two weak candles, with half a mace standing in front of it.
"What's that yellow mask?"
Lin Shan was puzzled. He stepped forward and picked up the arrow with one hand, picked up the straw man with the other hand, and stabbed the arrow directly into the straw man!
The arrow hit the straw man smoothly.
He placed the straw man in front of the mace again, and the arrow on the straw man was instantly ejected.
"!!!"
Damn it!
Lin Shan experimented back and forth many times, and finally determined that it was not the bow and arrow, nor was there something wrong with the straw man, but that once the Xiongshan people were regarded as the target of the curse, the straw man had a protective shield.
In other words, the people on the Bear Mountain on the other side have a shield on their bodies to prevent them from being cursed.
"A shield that can resist magical powers!"
The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book is not a small magical power, but a higher-level magical power to suppress the sect! According to common sense in the world of cultivation, under the same realm, only magical powers can deal with magical powers!
"Could it be that the people on Xiongshan Mountain have also learned the magical powers of the Huizhen Sect? How is it possible?"
"Or maybe he got a spiritual treasure to protect him?"
"Or did you take the magic pill?"
"Being protected by an isolation formation?"
"Meet an expert at the Nascent Soul Stage?"
……
Lin Shan began to analyze the limited clues in his brain.
Under his daily curse, the people of Xiongshan Mountain were almost running out of ammunition and food, but they kept flying toward the southeast. Is there any reason to go there?
Or a chance to save your life?
Spreading out the map of the East China Sea, Lin Shan followed the candlelight and looked carefully, inch by inch, and finally found an island in the southeast corner of the East China Sea.
"Kusu Island!"
In an instant, Lin Shan's expression changed drastically.
Who knows about the only powerful Nascent Soul Stage casual cultivator in the East China Sea? Who doesn’t know!
His reputation has been passed down for five hundred years, and outsiders have no idea where he came from or what his level of cultivation is now. Even the three demon sects who came from afar did not want to cause trouble.
The only thing the Donghai monks knew was that this great master lived in seclusion on "Kuxu Island", practiced Buddhist techniques but did not become a monk, and was known as the "Jinglian layman".
Lin Shan said in his heart that it was impossible not to panic. He didn't know why the Nascent Soul Stage master would help the Xiongshan people. What was the relationship between the Xiongshan people and Jinglian layman?
After pacing back and forth a few times, I became more and more uneasy.
Lin Shan simply gritted his teeth and said, "What does it matter to you!" There is one more curse left today, use it first and then talk!
He picked up the bow and arrow again, pointed it at the straw man, and suddenly entered the thatched house again. But this time, it was discovered that not only was the dying Xiongshan man lying in the thatched house, but there was also an old man in gray robe.
The old man seemed to have expected it, and he spoke leisurely somewhere in the void.
"This fellow Taoist must be merciful and merciful."
(End of chapter)