Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

"Master Wan Yu, has anyone used your method to successfully break the curse of the slave slaves?" Liang Musheng asked.

"Pindao has tried three times with people, but no one has succeeded. The main reason is that I am in a state of suspended animation and have never been able to deceive the curse of the slave."

"Obviously, the state of suspended animation created purely by magic has too many flaws after all, so the poor man came to the Cold Wind Plains."

Zhao Mu pointed to the sky: "Look at the ecstatic cold wind in the Cold Wind Plain. It can freeze the soul and mana of the immortal cultivators, and it will continue to melt."

"For cultivators, this is naturally extremely harmful, but if you think about it the other way around, this cold wind of ecstasy is simply a natural force used to create suspended animation."

"Using magic to coordinate the mighty power of heaven and earth, and using the power of heaven and earth to freeze the mana of the soul with the ecstasy of cold wind, I am confident that I can definitely create a state of suspended animation that is enough to deceive the curse of the slave."

At this moment, the three people across from them opened their mouths in shock, not knowing what to say.

They were really shocked by Zhao Mu's fantastic idea.

Something as harmful as the cold wind of ecstasy can actually be used to save people?

"Master Wan Yu, how confident are you with this method?" Liang Musheng asked.

"Conservative estimate, 90%." Zhao Mu replied.

Ninety percent conservative?

If that's not conservative, isn't it just a 100% certainty?

Liang Musheng and Liuyun Sanren looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

It seemed that they finally had hope to get rid of the curse of the slave slaves.

"But this is my first time using this method, so I need a stable enough target."

Zhao Mu looked at Master Changkong: "Fellow Taoist, you have guarded the desperate situation of Han Yuan for many years, and the power of Han Yuan must remain in your body, so it is safest for you to be the first to try."

"I?"

Master Changkong narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "I'm sorry, Taoist Wanyu is a master, but I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Why? Don't fellow Taoists want to lift the curse of the slave slave?"

"Of course I thought about it, but the poor Taoist had a problem with his practice a few days ago, and the injuries in his body have not recovered yet, so I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the Taoist Master's methods."

"Master Changkong, are you injured?"

Liuyun Sanren was surprised: "Why didn't you mention it before? Pindao has some medical skills. Why don't you let Pindao help you take a look?"

"I'm really embarrassed to mention the injuries I suffered while practicing. After all, I'm a very old man and I still make such mistakes."

Master Changkong shook his head and said: "As for the treatment, there is no need for it. The minor injuries are nothing to worry about. They should be fine in a few days."

"Okay, Master, please be more careful. No matter how minor the injury is during cultivation, don't be careless." Liuyun Sanren warned.

Haha, the timing of your injury was really coincidental.

Are you afraid that Pindao will discover that there is no curse of slaves in your body at all?

Zhao Mu's expression remained unchanged, but a strange smile appeared deep in his eyes.

He coughed softly: "Ahem, since Master Changkong is physically handicapped, there is nothing we can do. You two, how about one of you help Pindao?"

"I'll do it!" Liuyun Sanren said without hesitation.

"I'll do it."

Liang Musheng stepped forward directly.

Although Zhao Mu said he was 90% sure, there were still risks after all, and he didn't want to let his beloved take risks.

"Musheng!" Liuyun Sanren was anxious.

"Okay, be obedient and step aside."

Liang Musheng waved his hand and looked directly at Zhao Mu: "Taoist Master, let's get started. Don't delay any longer."

"Okay, let's get started."

Zhao Mu decisively squeezed his hand seal, and a burst of magic power directly penetrated into the puppet flower.

Suddenly the puppet flower collapsed and turned into a mist. Then he took out many materials and kept adding them to the mist, mixing them together.

Gradually, a humanoid body slowly appeared, and its appearance was exactly the same as Liang Musheng's.

At this moment, Zhao Mu said: "First, use a drop of blood essence to penetrate into the puppet to create a connection between yourself and the puppet."

"good."

Without hesitation, Liang Musheng directly forced out a drop of blood essence and injected it into the puppet.

"Don't resist."

Zhao Mu kneaded the Adverse Luck Same Root Method Extermination Curse, and began to draw out some of Liang Musheng's soul and some of his magic power, and introduced it into the puppet.

At this moment, Liang Musheng's face gradually turned pale. It was obvious that the consumption of his soul and mana had done a lot of damage to him.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the problem of the Curse of the Kunu can be solved, the current consumption can be slowly recovered in the future.

As for Liuyun Sanren and Changkong Zhenren, they remained silent and stared at Zhao Mu casting spells.

One of them is worried about Liang Musheng, and the other has eyes flickering, wondering what he is thinking?

At the same time, there was a person very far away from the four people who was using a Xuanguang Mirror to watch Zhao Mu cast spells from a distance.

This person is naturally Chu Jinghong.

"The idea is really wonderful, but I don't know if we can break the curse of the slave slaves in the end?"

Chu Jinghong murmured to himself.

At this moment, his eyes were also full of expectation.

This is his first time, and he hopes Taoist Wanyu's plan will succeed.

…

With the introduction of a small amount of soul and some mana, the aura exuded by the puppet gradually became exactly the same as Liang Musheng's original form.

Until everyone present could not see the difference between the two.

Zhao Mu suddenly shouted softly: "The next step is the key. Pindao must freeze your soul and mana with the cold wind of ecstasy, simulating a state of suspended animation."

"Once the bitter slave curse in your body thinks you are dead, it will explode automatically, attracting the invisible power of the desperate cold abyss and eroding your body."

"At that time, you must not react at all, just treat yourself as a dead person, and leave everything to me, understand?"

"Understood!" Liang Musheng nodded solemnly, and lifted the skill "Purple Heart Flame", no longer blocking the soul-stirring cold wind from entering his body.

"Okay, be careful."

Zhao Mu took a deep breath, waved his hand suddenly, and the raging soul-stirring cold wind whistled down and poured into Liang Musheng's body.

At the same time, Zhao Mu used the tortoise breathing technique to cover up Liang Musheng's breath.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Liang Musheng's soul and magic power had been frozen, and there was no immortal breath in his body, becoming the same as an ordinary mortal.

At the same time, Zhao Mu's tortoise breathing technique also completely covered his living breath, leaving him no longer with any vitality.

The next moment, the state of the dead really triggered the bitter slave curse.

Zhao Mu suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the desperate cold abyss. He could feel a strange cold force coming at an alarming speed.

After him, Changkong Zhenren and the other three also felt it one after another.

Liang Musheng was nervous, but he remembered what Zhao Mu had just said and did not allow himself to react at all, playing the role of a perfect dead man.

The invisible strange force was extremely fast and had descended here in an instant, surrounding the four people.

Zhao Mu looked around and felt as if there were ghosts walking around, so that he had goose bumps on his body.

But he did not move, allowing that force to pass by and approach Liang Musheng.