Yi Daozi did not show a look of surprise on his face, but said lightly: "Changshengtian, I come here to believe that you know my purpose."

Changshengtian shook his head slightly and said, "Then you should know that I will not agree to you."

The two suddenly looked at each other and laughed, and a trace of light flashed in Yi Daozi's eyes: "We are both in a difficult situation. In this case, if you agree to my proposal, then I can even save your precious disciple of the Dragon Palace together, how about it?"

“What conditions?”

"After Yang Yi came out, he fought a life-and-death duel with my Tianyan Sect disciple Xia Zhengtian!"

"Okay, I promise you!"

Changshengtian agreed so quickly, even Yi Daozi felt very surprised.

Changshengtian smiled slightly and said, "Yang Yi is a person born with great luck. If he can't even overcome this hurdle, I don't need to save him."

A trace of splendor flashed in Yi Daozi's eyes, and he laughed: "Yes, your Changshengtian is still the same as before, okay, okay, since that's the case, I'll wait for you outside, haha!"

Yi Daozi disappeared in one word, and the disciples of Tianyan Sect outside the hall seemed to have received orders and all returned to the mountain gate one after another.

The elders below could hear the conversation between Changshengtian and Yi Daozi just now. For a small blood coagulation disciple, the dignified palace master actually wanted to rescue him. This was really incredible, not to mention that there was a famous forbidden place.

The law enforcement elder Yan Benli said in confusion: "Party Lord, why bother with this matter? We can just go."

Changshengtian shook his head slightly and said, "No, you are not sure about this matter even if you go there. Even if I go alone, I am not sure. I am clear about Yi Daozi's plan. I just want to rely on Yang Yi's stimulation to make Xia Zhengtian, a genius from Yanmen for thousands of years, that day, to be promoted to the realm of transformation? I will fulfill him. Don't worry, Yi Daozi will go with me."

The words of Changshengtian made everyone speech foggy.

Zhao Yuanlong could no longer help it and stepped forward and said, "Princess Lord, Yang Yi is just a blood coagulation disciple. What ability does the palace master have to rescue him? Besides, this son is unruly and will cause trouble one day. Please think twice."

Changshengtian's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Zhao Yuanlong, as if he could see Zhao Yuanlong's up and down from the inside to the outside. Zhao Yuanlong also stood here with a thorn in his teeth. At this time, his mind speculated that his back was wet with cold sweat.

A master of transformation was so scared by a person's eyes, which shows how high the cultivation level of Changshengtian was.

Under the eyes of Changshengtian, Zhao Yuanlong seemed to feel that he had no secrets and was completely controlled by Changshengtian.

After a while, the genius of Changsheng said quietly: "Zhao Yuanlong, there is a gap between you and Yang Yi. I know, but I won't care. However, Yang Yi is a person with great luck and will help me transform the Dragon Palace in the future. You will not know these things before you have reached a certain level of cultivation. This is what I have said, and I hope you can make a good guess!"

The whole figure of Changshengtian gradually became illusory and had disappeared into the hall.

Zhao Yuanlong's eyes were blood red, but his heart was extremely hated: hateful, why? Why can you, Yang Yi, get the favor of the palace master, why?

The inner anger had already faintly made Zhao Yuanlong's face look ferocious.

Yang Yipeng sat in the cave, and the surrounding void seemed to be constantly echoing the ghostly curses.

"I curse you, curse you with decay, curse you with chaotic minds, curse you with annihilation of souls..."

Such a fearful voice slowly came from Yang Yi's mouth, and this voice seemed to be full of some magic power.

"Buzz!"

Yang Yi's eyes suddenly opened, and his face showed excitement and shock. What was excited was that his curse technique had finally been practiced temporarily, and what was shocked was that the curse technique was not complete either.

If you practice the complete curse art to the highest realm, it would be terrifying. It is rumored that the witch who has cultivated into an immortal golden body will perform the curse art. It is not humans, objects, or any creature, but heaven and earth.

Under this terrifying curse technique, the world will collapse, the universe, time and space will be destroyed. What is really shocking is the earth-shaking and destruction of all things.

However, this is only found in legends. Even the witch has never seen a witch who has cultivated into an immortal golden body. Even the most powerful twelve ancestor witches at the time have only cultivated into an immortal body.

Of course, this strange curse technique requires a life span in the dark.

Yang Yi has ninety-nine drops of essence and blood, which means he has a lifespan of 9,900 years, but even if the essence and blood are lost, as long as he returns to cultivation, he will still have a lifespan of more than 9,900.

However, once the life span consumed by using the curse technique, it cannot be made up for it, unless the realm is broken and the life span is increased again.

Yang Yi gradually stood up, but there were still terrifying curses echoing in the surrounding space. These curses were caused by the resentment of the witch master before his death and would never dissipate. Such curses would be cursed and died even if the transformed master was cursed. Seeing that Ri An Shitang was so scared that he ran away, he knew how terrifying the curse here was.

However, Yang Yi cultivated into the Vajra body and had the breath of a witch. These curses did not harm Yang Yi.

"But, how do you get out?"

This became a big problem. Yang Yi walked to the entrance of the cave and found that there was no hole at all, and it was completely buried underground. The reason why he came in was just because the strange wind swept him in.

Although practicing here is good, he never wants to be trapped in a certain place for the rest of his life. Yang Yi tried all kinds of methods, but it was useless. He was trapped in a curse land.

Yang Yi gradually understood what was going on with the corpse on the ground. There was no entry or exit here. Once it was caught in, it would face endless curses. Even if a master was a master who could not get out, he would die without a burial place for a long time.

"Hmph, I don't believe it yet, why can't I get out? Nine Palace Phantom, broken!"

Yang Yi used the Nine Palace Phantom and turned into nine figures. Ninety-nine drops of power burst out instantly, but the stone wall was like an endless mountain, without even the slightest influence.

"Star-Slaying Sword, Slaying Star-Slaying Moon!"
Chapter completed!