Nobody told me it's not a game

Chapter 416 Come Help

After breakfast, Zuo Chang and the saint sat on the steps, looking at the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard.

The saint seemed to enjoy the tranquility in front of her eyes, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her sitting posture seemed casual.

Just at this moment, a man also wearing a black robe came slowly with his hands behind his back.The guard standing at the door immediately bowed his head when he saw the person coming, looking extremely respectful.

Zuo Chang raised his eyes and found that this person had a cultivation level of fifteen realms!
The elder in black robe walked up to him and said, "You are Beethoven?"

The saint frowned slightly.

It's not that he dislikes the person in front of him for breaking the peace, but that the black-robed elder's scent is so strong that it can't even be described as fragrant, it's almost greasy.

Zuo Chang also had doubts, he stood up and said, "I am, who is senior?"

"Morrison, the elder of the Biqier clan... the black robe."

Morrison took off the hood on his head as he spoke.

A face that was really cut and chopped was exposed in front of Zuo Chang's eyes. Mr. Morrison didn't know what happened to him, and there were several vertical and horizontal wounds on his face.

These wounds should not have been caused recently, and the flesh and blood on the edges could not be called fresh at all, and even showed signs of decay.

At this time, Zuo Chang finally understood the reason why he was wearing face powder.

He showed a bit of solemnity and asked, "Are you cursed?"

Morrison nodded: "The curse of the original spirit."

"……what?"

Of course Zuo Chang knew about the original spirit.

On the one hand, he pretended not to know, and on the other hand, he did not understand why the original spirit would curse his followers.

With his hands behind his back, Morrison said after thinking: "The Biqier clan enshrines an ancient existence, that is the original spirit. The original spirit can be reincarnated. I am extremely talented. The elders in the clan try to use my body to accommodate The original spirit... Finally, hehe, you saw it."

Zuo Chang nodded slowly: "This is the... er, side effect after the failure?"

"Yes."

Morrison looks about 40 years old.

But Zuo Chang intuitively believed that the real age of this person might be more than a hundred years old--for a strong person in the fifteenth realm, it would not be a problem to live three to five hundred years.

Morrison went straight to the point and continued: "I saw you attack earlier, and you seem to have a very powerful purification technique? My recent illness has become more and more serious, and the wound is rotting far faster than before. It has reached the point where I have to cut my flesh every day. To the point... Beethoven, can you use your purification technique on me to see if it works?"

"Hands up."

Zuo Chang did not refuse, but he had to say something.

"Senior Morrison, you are an expert, you will not be ignorant of some basic information. However, I think I still have an obligation to explain to you-purification is a powerful means to kill evil spirits, curses or ghosts, if The curse goes deep into the heart and connects with your fortune, so the purification technique is likely to kill you while killing the curse."

Morrison nodded calmly: "Don't worry, I have been fighting against the curse. The influence of the original spirit on me has not yet penetrated into numerology."

"So……"

Zuo Chang went back to the room and fetched his sword.

Afterwards, the Yang Sword was opened directly, and the whole person was shining brightly!
"Well?!"

As soon as the brilliance of the Yang sword was swayed, it just shone, and Morrison immediately let out a cry of pain.Wisps of black smoke emerged from his exposed wound, and he trembled in pain!
But instead of taking a step back, he showed extremely excited and shining eyes.

"efficient."

The same thought emerged in the hearts of the three present at the same time.

The least surprising of these is Zuo Chang.

What is the primordial spirit?His yang sword form was bestowed by the gods, so it is only natural that it can take effect on the curse of the original spirit!

In contrast to Morrison.

Morrison tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body. He stood up straight and opened his arms, as if embracing the holy light: "It works! It works! Beethoven, what do you want? Do you want the potion for advancing to the twelfth level? I will give it to you." you!"

Zuo Chang looked pious, like a god or Buddha: "I've already said it, it's easy."

Start going round and round!

Zuo Chang surrounded Morrison, and the long sword in his hand rained down.

Every time the blade falls, a puff of thick black smoke can be cut out, mixed with an indescribable stench, straight to the sky.The saint stood nearby, only feeling that she was going to be marinated.

So she took a step back.

Take one more step back.

Morrison has never felt so good!
No, not right.

Indeed, very painful.

The curse of the original spirit is deeply rooted, and it has been rooted in his body for more than 150 years!Zuo Chang in Yang Sword form cannot cause damage, but has a strong restraint effect on evil spirits.

When his sword slashed on Morrison, it was like throwing raw meat into a frying pan, and it made a rattling sound!
But after the pain, there is still a sense of relief.

Morrison clearly felt that the influence of the original spirit on him was rapidly weakening.

This feeling, more pronounced as the pain subsided, didn't need to look in the mirror, Morrison knew that his never-healing wound was shrinking, that he was more "pure."

After five or six minutes, Zuo Chang stopped.

He shook his shoulders and said helplessly, "Senior, let's stop here today. My purification technique has lost its effect."

Morrison looked excited.

He raised his hand, used his power to condense the smooth mirror surface, and looked at himself——

Those horrible wounds on his face have now shrunk into a "line".

The real line, you can't detect it unless you look carefully.

He reached into his robe again, stroking his body carefully.If it was before today, he would definitely be stained with blood and mucus. Although he has fifteen levels, his body is tattered, like a patched doll.

But now, his fingertips are clean, only some bumps prove that those wounds still exist.

"what."

Morrison let out a long breath, and looked at Zuo Chang with great admiration: "Great job! In terms of purification, I have never seen anyone more professional than you! Back then, the Pope of Time Church accepted I spent 8000 million yuan and spent half a year claiming to be able to cure my curse, but the result was only to control the curse from getting worse, and even unable to relieve my symptoms! And you—"

In just 5 minutes, Morrison returned to the early stage of being cursed!

Morrison was very excited, but Zuo Chang resisted the desire to look back, not to see the reaction of the saint.

He put his sword back into its sheath and said, "Unfortunately, your curse cannot be eradicated."

Morrison shook his head: "It's already very good! It's already very good! Alas, my body was once occupied by the original spirit. If I don't completely remove its remnants, I'm afraid the curse cannot be broken—this is not a purification technique." The problem, because what remains of the original spirit is not necessarily a cursed thing."

Morrison rubbed his hands.

The more he looked at Zuo Chang, the more he liked him, and suddenly asked: "Beethoven, where are you now? Bi Qier should take over Sky City. As one of the four elders of Bi Qier, I am short of one or two assistants. If you are interested, why not come and help me!"

(End of this chapter)