"Uncle, Ji Hao is feeling uncomfortable. It would be nice to let this bitter wood show him!" After a while, Manman finally broke the strange tranquility in the room. She blinked and looked at Si Wenming naively.

Si Wenming smiled slightly, took a step back, and pointed to Ji Hao who was lying on the short couch: "It's okay to give it a try. Brother Kumu is always kind-hearted. Well, I don't know that Brother Kumu, what kind of witch doctor skills are you practicing?"

Without waiting for Ku Mu to answer, Si Wenming replied on his own: "The art of insects, grass, beasts, spirits, ghosts, and witch doctors has changed so many times, and the corresponding curse has also changed a lot. I don't know what the baby Hao was injured."

Kumu rolled up his wrinkled and gray sleeves, sat calmly beside Ji Hao, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Ji Hao's wrist vein. His fingers trembled slightly and felt Ji Hao's wrist vein beating. Kumu said calmly: "I am just a mere ascetic practitioner in the world. What I practice is not the witch doctor technique that the world knows."

He raised his head and looked at Si Wenming with a faint smile: "I have no grudges and grudges with this little brother, nor have any mercy. I am just curious about the witch curse on him, so I came to see one or two. Why should I make things difficult for the nobles to be with us, the miserables?"

Si Wenming smiled faintly and shook his head.

‘Negotiable’? ‘Missionary’?

There are many things in Kumu's words that hold guns and sticks. Manman couldn't hear it. Si Wenming is different. In Si Wenming's opinion, the human race is the human race, and he never thought he was the so-called noble. Kumu insisted on opposing the "noble man" and the "death man" with ulterior motives! The chapter on the "时〗〗典" has been uploaded.

Ji Hao lay on the short couch, carefully restraining all his soul power and not allowing a trace of spiritual thought to leak out.

The Nine Characters Mantra Pillar is best at exploring its own potential and controlling the natural power of the universe. The subtle control of energy has reached the level of carving on the needle tip. He controls the qi and blood of the whole body, making the outside of his body a mess. He has not caught the big fish he wants, and he never expected that there would be another greedy fish to take the bait.

The moment he was attacked, although Ji Hao himself did not tell it, the two divine fire snakes who had signed a contract with him clearly told him that they smelled the three-eyed little monkey in the blood talisman.

In other words, the tide of beasts all over the mountains was a means used by the three-eyed monkey. Ji Hao deliberately pretended to be seriously injured and wanted to cooperate with Si Wenming to fish. Unexpectedly, the real owner did not come and came up with him with bitterness.

Feeling the three fingers of bitter wood on his wrist veins, Ji Hao's heart moved, and his qi and blood rolled violently. His qi and blood were like a naughty monkey, flowing down the blood vessels for a while and backwards. Countless vortexes appeared in the large blood vessels, and the small blood vessels simply became knots.

Only Ji Hao can control his own qi and blood in such a way that he can control his own qi and blood.

In the Southern Wilderness, even ordinary Witch Kings and Witch Emperors, they pay more attention to the drastic attacks and attacks. Who would be patient with such exquisite control of their bodies? It is completely impossible for them to do what Ji Hao is doing.

Kumu's fingers were cold and dry, like a piece of good cold jade, exuding a cold and cold breath. A trace of yin and cold energy that was like mercury pouring out of the ground was revealed from his fingertips, and quickly touched Ji Hao's blood vessels. Kumu's face suddenly became extremely wonderful.

He had never seen anyone who had such a chaotic qi and blood!

He did not suspect that this was Ji Hao's Nine-Character Mantra Pill Sutra that Ji Hao deliberately made was beyond common sense. Ku Mu could never dream of a small witch in the Southern Wilderness, able to control his own qi and blood to such a subtle level.

So Ku Mu believed that Ji Hao was really hit by a vicious blood curse.

The question is, what kind of damn blood curse is this that actually makes Ji Hao's body so messy?

What made Kumu even more puzzled was what kind of monster-like blood curse made Ji Hao's qi and blood so chaotic, but he could still survive in a breath of breath? A hint of greed flashed deep in Kumu's eyes. Kumu vaguely guessed that Ji Hao had some kind of life-saving treasure?

He gently pressed his fingers into Ji Hao's wrist vein. Ku Mu looked down at the storage bag hanging around Ji Hao's waist, and smiled indifferently: "This little brother, this bag on his waist is exquisite and cute!"

Si Wenming narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said nothing, but the wild dove standing above his head screamed "cuckoo".

Manman squatted beside the couch, looking at Ji Hao worriedly and sighed: "This little bag? Ji Hao killed a few savages who blocked the road and robbed them! Hey, bitter wood, don't just look around, hurry up and drive away the curse?"

Ku Mu smiled slightly and nodded slowly: "I roughly understand what the curse this little brother has suffered. Well, let's see if my "little liberation curse" can help him drive away this vicious witch curse."

With seals on his hands, his fingers spread like a lotus, Ku Mu squinted his eyes and recited the mantra vaguely. Amid the sound of the mantra, a faint white light spurted out of Ku Mu's mouth, and then a white air above his head rushed three feet high, and a small tree could be seen floating in the white air.

The sound of the spell was like a hundred thousand flies singing in unison in the ears. Ji Hao's brain sank, and he felt a numbness in front of his eyes, and he almost fell asleep.

Fortunately, the purple palace golden elixir was spinning rapidly, and Ji Hao's soul was hidden in the golden elixir, so he was not hypnotized by the sound of the spell. He stiffened his whole body slightly, and he hurriedly recited the nine-character mantra silently, and quietly sang the mantra with his fingers to form the mantra seal, secretly fighting against the spell of Kumu.

Ku Mu opened his eyes slightly and stared at Ji Hao's closed eyes.

Ji Hao suddenly felt his eyes lit up. Although he closed his eyes, he still saw the bitter wood. A circle of faint white light wrapped around the bitter wood's body. The bitter wood slowly approached, and every step he took, his body became bigger. Gradually, the bitter wood walked into Ji Hao's soul space step by step. His body had become six feet tall, and the white light lingered all over the body was like a god's arrival.

He opened his mouth and squirted out lotus flowers, and Kumu shouted loudly: "Little baby, did you kill the disciples of your waist and rob them?"

Ji Hao didn't say anything, but just looked at Ku Mu coldly.

Ku Mu couldn't help but be stunned without waiting for Ji Hao's answer. Then he shook his head helplessly and shouted in a low voice: "The barbarians in Nanhuang are all stupid and stubborn. They only cultivate their physical bodies, not the souls. Their souls are nourished by the huge essence and blood of the body, and they become stronger and stronger. However, their souls are simply the same as those of wild beasts."

"Hey, I used the wrong person to use this little dream-entering technique. This doll was hit by the witch curse, and my soul was probably in chaos... I had to gather his soul fragments first to ask clearly which senior brother's disciple was hit by his murderous hand!"

The bitter wood talks to herself in a nagging manner.

Ji Hao had already used his magical power silently. Ninety percent of the magic power of the Purple Palace Golden Pill surged out, and turned into a ray of purple air rising from the soul space, roaring down, and hit Ku Mu's head hard.

With one blow, the six-meter-long magic body of bitter wood was shattered. (To be continued.)

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