As soon as we enter Yinshan Gorge, the peaks condense and two wings attach to the mountain. The peaks are connected without any breaks. The mountain is covered with miasma, and the sun and the moon are not seen. The mountain wind does not distinguish between north and south, but only up and down.

In the strange environment, ghosts cried from time to time. You can see scattered human, animal bones and snakes and insects hiding in it at a distance. The terrifying scenes are like the underworld.

Along the way, Jue Chenzi, who was leading the way ahead, was extremely cautious, for fear of being attacked by the sudden poisonous insects.

However, after walking for a while, he found that all the snakes and insects were avoiding wherever he passed, and there was no sound of insects along the way. He couldn't help but frown and noticed an abnormality.

When he turned around, he saw Wu Jun weaving a straw basket at some time, holding a trembling colorful scorpion in his hand, and playing with it over and over again.

Qin Yue'er said with a shiny look: "This scorpion is so beautiful, it must taste very fragrant..."

Wu Jun gave her a blank look and said, "It's a waste to eat, and it can be sold for a lot of money by making it into medicine!"

Jue Chenzi saw it and couldn't help but take a breath and said in astonishment: "Is this a colorful Scorpio?"

According to the classics of the school, this colorful Scorpio is the king of poisonous insects in Yinshan Mountain. The poisonous mist sprayed can make people paralyzed, and even masters in the fourth realm cannot resist it.

Seeing it staying in Wu Jun's palm so honestly, I was immediately a little unbelievable.

Wu Jun glanced at Juechenzi, smiled and put the scorpion into the straw basket, exclaiming: "The sect's energy here disperses but does not condense, and is blocked by the mountain to prevent the sect from leaking out. It is suitable for the growth of various poisonous insects and poisonous weeds. The seniors in your sect are very knowledgeable, and they actually built the sect in such a Feng Shui treasure land."

Jue Chenzi looked at Wu Jun with a strange expression, and felt speechless in his heart.

This place was a dangerous place specially selected by their ancestors to avoid the siege of decent people. In the past, dozens of seniors in the sect died just to find out the environment in the mountains.

Why did this ghost place become a Feng Shui treasure when it came to Wu Jun’s mouth?

However, Wu Jun was able to catch the colorful Scorpio, which proved his ability, and he felt more confident about breaking the curse of the leader.

Jue Chenzi led the two of them to move forward, passing by a cableway between the two mountains, and the miasma in front dissipated, revealing a group of palaces.

Above the palace in the middle, there is a huge cow skull inlaid. During his lifetime, he was at least a thousand years of cultivation. Even after his death, he still exuded a faint power.

Two Taoist guarding the gate stood in front of the palace. Jue Chenzi went over to communicate with him. One of them went in and reported it. After a while, he walked out and let the three of them enter the palace.

Wu Jun walked into the hall and looked around and found that the palace was built according to the direction of the Nine Palaces, and the direction of the central palace was the main hall.

In the main hall, a barefoot Taoist with disheveled hair and a loose Taoist robe should be the ancestor of the Yinshan Sect.

At this moment, a Taoist with blue eyes and purple beard walked out of the back of the hall, without anger, and was imposing with a majestic and inviolable demeanor.

Seeing this Taoist man, Jue Chenzi immediately saluted and said, "Senior Brother, the magician from the Prince's Mansion has been brought here and handed over to the head to the leader."

Hearing the name Jue Chenzi said, Wu Jun knew that this person was Zixiao True Lord. He smiled kindly and bowed, "Wu Jun below, I have seen Zixiao True Lord."

True Lord Zixiao looked at Wu Jun and couldn't help but frown: "Are you a magician? Why don't you have any trace of practicing magic on your body?"

Wu Jun showed an unfathomable smile: "Practicing cursive techniques often involves resentment. The True Lord can't see the resentment on me, so it's because I have a way to resolve it."

Two rays of light burst out from the eyes of Zhenjun Zixiao, as if he was about to see through Wu Jun, staring at him and looking at him carefully.

After a moment, the light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he said skeptically: "You are indeed not infected with a trace of resentment, but if you really have a way to resolve resentment, wouldn't the magician be invincible in the world? How could this happen if the Supreme Lord of Heaven? "

Wu Jun smiled faintly and said, "The Great Way is fifty, the Heaven is four nine, and everything has a glimmer of hope. Although this method of resolving grudges exists, it cannot be done simply. If I had not been fortunate to obtain the secret of the Medical Saint, I would probably not be able to comprehend the mystery."

"The secret of the medical saint?"

True Lord Zixiao murmured in a low voice, looked up at the confident Wu Jun, and asked, "Can you see what kind of curse the curse on me?"

Wu Junchengzhu said in his chest: "The curse in True Lord, the power of the curse is amazing. If I guess correctly, the person who casts the curse is a master in the realm of the realm. He uses his own soul as a sacrifice to curse the True Lord. You must not die if you curse the True Lord before you die!"

Zixiao Zhenjun nodded slightly and agreed with Wu Jun's statement: "You are right, but that's probably what's happening. Although I don't know who the performer is, his hatred for me can be said to be as deep as the sea."

"Although this curse cannot cause me to die suddenly, if I encounter a crisis in the future, this curse will immediately break out, affecting my luck. If you are not careful, I am afraid that I will die a bad death at that time!"

“That’s it.”

Wu Jun nodded heavily, then took out a silver needle from the treasure bag and said solemnly: "True Lord, it's not too late to do this matter. Let me drive away this curse for you!"

True Lord Zixiao glanced at the silver needle in Wu Jun's hand and said to Jue Chenzi: "Je Chenzi, I am my guardian." As he said that, a trace of sinister expression appeared in his eyes.

Jue Chenzi immediately understood his thoughts, came to Wu Jun, and monitored him and Qin Yue'er.

As soon as the two of them act abnormally, they will immediately take action without hesitation and kill them.

Wu Jun showed a bright smile, spread the silver needle in his hand, came to Zixiao Zhenjun, and said, "True Lord, sit cross-legged, I'll apply needles for you. There may be a little pain, so you can endure it."

True Lord Zixiao sat cross-legged and smiled slightly, "How painful can a needle be? When I was practicing, my soul was invaded by the resentment of a hundred ghosts, and I never shouted it hurt... Ah! Why does it hurt so much? It feels like my soul is about to be torn out!"

"Oh, I think it might be because I'm tearing your soul."

Wu Jun's voice with a smile sounded, instantly causing the true Lord Zixiao to feel a slap in his heart, and he said angrily: "You're tearing my soul apart!"

Wu Junyu explained earnestly: "True Lord, the curse is entangled in the soul. As long as the soul is torn apart, the curse among you will naturally be lifted!"

"Then can I still live?!"

True Lord Zixiao roared in anger and found that he could not move, and his soul was also locked in the divine palace and could not fight back at all. He couldn't help but look at Jue Chenzi who was guarding his side.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Jue Chenzi staring at his eyes numbly, and a colorful scorpion lying on his shoulders...
Chapter completed!