Chapter 1179 Nanyang Curse

"Pop, pop, pop..."

The strange sound continued to ring, and with each sound, the lumps on my body would explode, and then, strands of blood and qi would float out.

As more and more blood and qi floated out, I became weaker and weaker, and even my face turned a little pale.

"How can I break such a weird ancient martial arts technique? I wonder if keeping a distance will work?"

I frowned, and then I turned around and ran without caring about hiding my body.

I was running very fast, and the whole bush was shaking as I ran so fast. But just when I ran a few dozen meters, I suddenly felt a pain in my calf. I screamed, and then I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

At the moment of falling, I subconsciously turned around and landed on my back, holding Xiao Qi

tightly in my arms. The stinging sensation was still coming from my calf. I gritted my teeth and looked down, and then I saw that there was an oversized locust on my calf that had bitten into my flesh at some point. At this moment, its body was bulging, and it was obviously sucking blood.

It sucked very fast. In just a few seconds, its belly was as big as a ball. I cursed secretly when I saw it, and then shook my body violently.

I heard a "puff" sound, and the locust exploded instantly. In an instant, blood spurted everywhere, but the next second, the spurting blood turned into blood and qi, and floated out in strands.

This scene made my eyelids twitch, and I thought to myself, damn, how can I get rid of this weird magic?

At this moment, I have begun to doubt whether the other party is practicing the body training technique?

But if he is not practicing the body training technique, why does he have such a terrifying blood and qi power, and can even turn the blood and qi into various animals to attack me on the road I must pass?

I frowned, my eyes full of doubts, but the next second, I suddenly shuddered in my heart: "Could it be the evil skills of Nanyang?"

In the Southeast Asian region of Nanyang, spells, black magic and some strange and weird skills have always been extremely popular.

These skills are more bizarre than one, and they are more cruel than one when killing people. This is why the righteous people in the Central Plains do not like the practitioners of Nanyang and call them cults.

In fact, the skills they practice are too evil, and the process of cultivation is also extremely bloody. They need to kill people and even drink blood to enhance their cultivation.

"If this is really the case, then it will be useless even if I escape to the ends of the earth, because his blood has marked me." I said secretly in my heart.

The most important thing is that he has obtained my blood and energy, and through my blood and energy, he can do so many things, even curse me to death from a distance!

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and thought, damn it, since I can't run away, I can only do it.

I took a deep breath, then turned over, holding the Soul-Slaying Knife with one hand, holding Xiao Qi with the other hand, and quickly touched the direction where the blood and energy came from.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the bushes.

This hand stretched out suddenly, and then stretched out its hand and directly grabbed my calf. My heart jumped, and I almost subconsciously drew my knife to chop, but at this moment, I suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Qian Yu, it's me."

This voice...

is Mao Buhui!

I lowered my body and went directly into the bushes.

However, when I went in and saw Mao Buhui's appearance, I shuddered all over, and my eyes widened with fear.

"What's going on?" I asked in horror.

I saw that Mao Buhui looked extremely miserable at the moment, and his body was covered with small red bumps, but most of them had broken. Unlike me, the bumps on his body did not recover after breaking, but like a crater, a hole appeared in the center of the small bumps, and blood was constantly flowing out of the hole.

He had more small bumps on his body than me, and at this moment, all the small bumps were bleeding. Even if Mao Buhui was strong, he couldn't hold it.

The most important thing is that Mao Buhui's face looked very bad, his forehead was red, his eye sockets were blue and purple, and even his palms turned blue and purple.

In his left hand, he was holding a jade pendant, which was emitting faint light and enveloping him.

"No wonder I didn't notice Mao Buhui, it turned out that this jade pendant was helping him hide his aura." I murmured.

"Qian Yu, you got tricked too?" Mao Buhui glanced at me, then said weakly: "This bastard, the cultivation method is too evil. I was running at the time, and suddenly I saw a toad as big as a football. Damn, I was curious, so I went over, but I didn't expect that the toad exploded directly." "...

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After hearing his words, the corners of my mouth twitched, and I thought to myself, fuck, as the saying goes, there must be something wrong when something is abnormal. A toad as big as a football, especially in the 100,000 mountains of Miaojiang, you know it must be abnormal even if you think with your heels. And Mao Buhui, this idiot, actually went over curiously?

Isn't this like lighting a lantern in the toilet, looking for shit?

"Then what?" I continued to ask in a low voice: "And where is Sister Chun Ya?"

"I hid Chun Ya in a secret place, she should be fine." Mao Buhui took a deep breath and said: "Then? Then I got hit. At first, I just had bumps all over my body, and then I started bleeding. The blood in my body slowly drained away. I wanted to hide here for a while, thinking that I would just hold on and leave if he couldn't find me. I didn't expect you to come." At

this point, Mao Buhui grinned: "We two brothers are really in trouble, but fortunately we are in good health, with strong blood and energy in our bodies. It's okay, don't be afraid. With this jade pendant, he can't find us. After a while, he lost his patience and left."

I thought, leave?

It would be strange if he left!

He has already begun to devour our blood from a distance. How could he leave if he didn't swallow us to death?

No!

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I grabbed Mao Buhui's hand and asked, "What's wrong with your palm? Why did it turn into this color?"

"Ah? What palm, what color?" Mao Buhui looked doubtful, but when he saw his purple palm, he immediately sat up and shouted, "Damn it, is it because I lost too much blood? No way!"

After saying that, he looked at me again and asked, "Besides my palm, where else has changed color?"

"The eyelids and eye sockets are all purple." My pupils shrank when I said this, because the purple on Mao Buhui's eyelids began to spread at a very fast speed. In just a blink of an eye, it covered his entire forehead.

"Oh no, this is... Nanyang magic, I'm cursed!" Mao Buhui shouted.