Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Leave some for me..."

Shuntian watched as thirty pieces of Heavenly Dao were absorbed by the Destiny Box, and this was only the opening of three blue Destiny Boxes.

When the blue light dissipated, a bottle of chaotic spiritual liquid, a rune engraved with cursed divine patterns, and a god-transforming pill floated in front of Zhang Yi, and the corresponding information about these items also appeared in Zhang Yi's mind out of thin air. .

Needless to say, the usefulness of the Chaos Spiritual Liquid is needless to say. As for the curse runes, they are somewhat similar to the curse runes on the Kunlun Goddess. They contain tremendous curse power and can be used to curse enemies, and only their names are needed.

As for the God Transformation Pill, there should be no more words. It is what Zhang Yi lacks the most right now. There is a high chance that it can help Yuanying monks in the late Yuanying stage transform into gods. It is a rare panacea.

Even if Dao Sect exists like this, there is no God-Transformation Pill. The next step in becoming a God is to overcome the tribulation. A strong person in the God-Transformation stage is a valuable asset to any sect.

"These things did not disappoint me, especially this Divine Transformation Pill. The breakthrough to transformation is just around the corner."

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhang Yi's lips. Although the Destiny Map tricked him to death, he was still very powerful at the critical moment.

At least he was never disappointed when it came to rewards.

"Ah...my piece of heaven..."

Shuntian lay aggrievedly on Zhang Yi's shoulder, with tears in his eyes, which looked aggrieved.

After being reminded by Shuntian, Zhang Yi also discovered a very embarrassing thing. Without the fragments of heaven, he could not open the remaining blue destiny box and purple destiny box.

This feeling is really uncomfortable, looking at the meat in front of me but not being able to eat it.

For the first time, Zhang Yi hoped to release a new task quickly. He urgently needed the fragments of heaven to open the purple destiny box.

"If I had known this, I would have opened the purple destiny box first."

Zhang Yi felt a little regretful, mainly because he had never seen the purple destiny box before and was more curious about the items inside.

"Next time...definitely next time."

Zhang Yi looked at Shuntian's devastated look, patted his furry head, and said comforting words.

The main reason is that Zhang Yi agreed to Shuntian, but this time the consumption was too high, which was something he did not expect.

"Then let's just say that, next time you must leave some fragments of heaven with me."

Shuntian is also easy to coax, and a smile suddenly appears on his big furry face, which is very humane.

Zhang Yi nodded, and whatever he did next time, he would score some Heavenly Dao fragments from Shuntian.

The next moment, Zhang Yi thought and took the curse rune in his hand. He looked at it carefully. Even he was a little frightened by the power of the curse. "Isn't this kind of good thing tailor-made for Ye Haoran?" ”

"There's something weird about that kid Ye Haoran. It was definitely not him when he escaped for his life in the end. Could it be the red double eyes from before?"

"Then I will give you a big gift!"

Zhang Yi silently recited Ye Haoran's name in his heart, and saw that the curse rune in his hand suddenly burst into dark flames, just like the flames on Kunlun Mountain.

Under the burning of the black flame, the overwhelming power of the curse spread out, and then turned into a black light and floated into the distance, presumably to find the whereabouts of Ye Haoran.

Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "Ye Haoran, I hope you like the gift I gave you."

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In a deep mountainous forest in Wuling Continent, Ye Haoran was leaning on a big tree in a miserable state, breathing heavily.

He ran for his life for fear that someone would catch up with him. The strange thing was that he still remembered everything about Kunlun Mountain.

Suddenly, he felt the power of a curse coming, and before he could react, it invaded his body. Suddenly, his whole body was exuding a cold chill, and his whole person revealed a hint of decline.

Now that the control of the body has returned to his hands, Xue Lao's escape just now has consumed a lot of energy.

"No, the power of the curse!?"

"Xue Lao, help me."

Ye Haoran had seen the horror of the power of the curse before, but it was really baffling why it suddenly entangled him now.

But now the only thing he can count on is the knowledgeable Xue Lao.

"There's nothing I can do. This curse is no weaker than the one on the Kunlun Goddess. Think about it, have you provoked any enemies who know how to curse recently?"

Xue Lao also had a headache. Ever since he merged with Ye Haoran, he had never had a peaceful day. Where had he experienced such a life before?

Even the Kunlun Divine Bell, which was a sure thing, was taken away by others. What else could he say?

He now seriously suspected that he had chosen the wrong person, but there was no way out and he could only go to the dark side.

Ye Haoran looked thoughtful and said seriously: "Old Xue, except for Zhang Yi, I really haven't offended anyone. It must be Zhang Yi who is causing trouble, it must be him!"

"You mean he is proficient in the art of curses? If he were you, you would have been cursed a long time ago. You are really psychologically affected by him."

Xue Lao naturally didn't believe that this was Zhang Yi's doing, and Ye Haoran's answer only made him feel extremely disappointed.

"Old Xue... I really can't think of anyone else besides him. It must be him. There can be no mistake!"

Ye Haoran hadn't realized Lao Xue's disappointment yet, and said with an extremely determined expression.

Originally, he wanted to blame Mr. Xue, but not only did nothing happen during this trip to Kunlun Mountain, but he was also covered in fish. It can be said that he lost both his wife and his troops.

But the sudden curse caught him off guard, so he had to put aside his grudges temporarily. After all, the only person he could count on now was Xue Lao.

Suddenly, Ye Haoran felt as if his whole body was burning with fire, and even his internal organs were on fire. He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground in pain.

Afterwards, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar for thousands of years. The bone-chilling cold penetrated into his bones, and a trace of necrotic skin appeared on his body surface.

At the same time, he also felt that the sunlight was extremely dazzling. Wherever the sunlight shone, it caused a trace of ulceration, which led him to hide under the shade of the tree and dared not look directly at the light.

When his body completely avoided the sunlight, the pain gradually eased, but the heart-wrenching pain was always with him. He couldn't help but spray a stream of blood from his throat, and his cultivation began to regress, falling from the early stage of the spirit transformation to the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Moreover, there was a trace of black air in his Nascent Soul, which gave people a very ominous feeling. The most important thing was that the Nascent Soul was extremely weak, as if it would be annihilated at any time.

"What a strong curse, who cast it?!"

Xue Lao felt all the pain that Ye Haoran endured, which almost cost him half his life. He hated the person who cast the curse.