Immortal Road.

Chapter 125: Pure Lotus Layperson

In the following time, Lin Shan would curse at a fixed time and place every day.

I have to say this thing is really addictive.

Once you start cursing, three times just isn't enough!
After using it every day, I feel itchy all over and can't help looking forward to the next day to come early.

What surprised him was that Master Xiong Shan was indeed in the middle stage of foundation building. Although he had narrowly escaped death every time, he still managed to hold on in the end. One could not help but admire his indomitable will.

But every time through spying before shooting the arrow, Lin Shan could feel that the man from Xiongshan had been flying over the vast ocean, as if he had a definite target.

After seeing it many times, Lin Shan roughly guessed that it should be southeast.

However, no matter how tenacious the man from Bear Mountain was, he gradually became weaker as the curse continued to spread day by day.

Especially the sinister Lin Shan, who always cursed him when he was sneaking around in the middle of the night, causing him to find that his previous flying magic weapon had fallen into the sea and disappeared every time he finally suppressed the weirdness.

In just ten short days, he lost ten mid-level magic weapons, which cost two to three thousand spirit stones!
Later on, he even found himself in the dilemma of not having a suitable flying magic weapon.

Because the scattered mid-level magic tools were all lost, and the low-level magic tools could not withstand the flying sword, he had no choice but to use the flying needle magic tools as a foothold.

I have to say that Mr. Xiongshan is really a talented person. You know, only high-level magic weapons have the function of increasing or decreasing in size, while mid-level magic weapons are always the same size as they were originally.

But he managed to step on the flying needles as thin as cow hairs, and even though he was cursed, he kept throwing and changing them, and managed to fly for another ten days!

At this time, his aura had plummeted, and the red hair all over his body looked like steel needles. Dozens of purple tentacles were flying wildly and wantonly. Occasionally, some monks and monsters passing by would turn around and run away after seeing him.

But after persisting for so long, I finally arrived at the land of hope.

The man on Xiongshan Mountain was not a brainless idiot. When strange things kept happening to his body, he realized that someone was cursing him from afar!
As for who it was, he had no idea.

After all, he had been a pirate leader for so many years and had offended countless enemies. Lin Shan was not even ranked among them in his eyes.

But he knew clearly how difficult it was to deal with the strangeness in him. Even if he found his backer, the Golden Core Stage guardian of the Black Lotus Sect, it would probably be of no use.

As a last resort, he had to hold on to the last hope of saving his life and flew towards the depths of the southeast without hesitation.

"Kushu Island."

This island is inhabited by the only powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage in the East China Sea, Mr. Jinglian.

Just because others cannot remove the curse on him does not mean that Master Jinglian cannot remove it.

This is an old monster who has dominated the East China Sea for five hundred years. Even Master Turtle, who has lived for more than four hundred years, is not worthy of lifting shoes in front of him.

As time went by, curses broke out again and again, magical instruments were lost one by one, and relying on his last breath of survival, Master Xiongshan managed to see the "Kushu Island" in the distance on the 21st day.

He knew clearly how dangerous it was to trespass into the place where a powerful Yuanying stage master was practicing, but the curse was getting stronger and stronger, and he was getting weaker and weaker. If he didn't give it a try, he would only be waiting for death.

Finally, the man from Xiongshan flew into the island in a shaky manner and saw an old man in a gray robe watering the vegetables peacefully under a Bibbo tree.

He was so exhausted that he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted, falling headfirst.

……

Like any other day, after Lin Shan finished his practice, he closed all the curtains in the cave, walked to the corner, set up all the props, and began his happy journey of cursing.

Humming a little tune, drawing his bow and arrow, Lin Shan's consciousness once again traveled through the void and came to a thatched hut.

"what?"

How could this fellow Xiong Shan Shangren not fly over the sea? Did he lose all his magic tools? This shouldn't be the case.
Lin Shan counted the old bear's worth carefully on his fingers. Even if the flying needles of the counting machine were lost, wouldn't there still be six mother-and-child plum blossom nails? Moreover, the half-broken mace could be used for a day!

If the people on Xiong Mountain knew what he was thinking, he would probably grab him by the collar and question him harshly, "Look, is this even human language?"

Unfortunately, at this time, Xiong Shanshang was lying on a mat under the thatched house, and he had obviously been unconscious for a day. But for some reason, all the red hair and tentacles on his body disappeared.

This really shocked Lin Shan.

Over the past twenty days, he has observed the straw man dozens of times, and he remembers clearly how difficult it is to deal with the red hair and tentacles.

This person on Bear Mountain is incredible!
Lin Shan nodded in surprise. Although you surprised me, I am sorry.
“Dang!~”

A crisp sound was heard, and Lin Shan's consciousness returned to his cave, where he found that the arrow he shot had been bounced off!
It didn't hit the straw man.

"What is that?" Lin Shan's whole mind was on the passage, so he didn't pay attention to his main body. How could the arrow he shot be bounced off?

You should know that the principle of the "Seven Arrows Book with Nailed Heads" is that arrows are shot at the straw man, and then the real source of the immortal weapon "Seven Arrows Book with Nailed Heads" will accept the sacrifice and pass the curse to the target.

Now that his arrow did not hit the straw man, the man on the other side of Bear Mountain would naturally not be cursed, which was equivalent to wasting an opportunity.

Lin Shan looked around in confusion, but didn't find any other objects blocking his way. Still unsure of what had knocked his arrow away, he simply drew his bow and arrowed again.

This time he went in to take a look and came out. The man from Xiongshan was still lying in the thatched hut without moving. He wanted to see what strange thing had happened that could make his magical powers ineffective.

The next moment, a scene that made his eyes widen appeared.

As his hand loosened, the arrow flew towards the straw man. Suddenly, a yellow light shield popped out from the void on the other side of the straw man, knocking the arrow away.

"clang!"

"Da da da~"

The arrow rolled three times on the ground and lay there powerless and motionless. The straw man was still placed between the two faint candles, with half of the mace standing in front of it.

"What is that yellow light?"

Lin Shan was puzzled, so he stepped forward, picked up the arrow with one hand, picked up the straw man with the other, and stabbed the arrow directly into the straw man!
The arrow successfully penetrated the straw man.

He placed the straw man in front of the mace, and the arrow on the straw man was instantly bounced out.

"!!!"

Damn it!
Lin Shan experimented many times and finally determined that it was not the bow and arrow, nor was there something wrong with the straw man, but that once the man on Xiongshan was targeted by the curse, the straw man would have a protective shield.

In other words, the people on the other side of Bear Mountain have a shield on their bodies that prevents them from being cursed.

"A shield that can resist magical spells!"

The Seven Arrows Book is not a minor magical spell, but a higher level magical spell! According to the common sense of the cultivation world, only magical powers can fight against magical powers at the same level!
"Could it be that Master Xiongshan has also learned the sect's magical power? How is that possible?"

"Or maybe he got a magic treasure to protect him?"

"Or did you take a miracle drug?"

"Being in a large isolation formation?"

"Met a Yuanying-stage master?"

……

Lin Shan began to analyze the limited clues with his brain.

Under his daily curse, the people on Xiongshan Mountain were almost out of ammunition and food, but they kept flying southeast. Is there any reason why they had to go there?

Or a chance to save your life?
Spreading out the map of the East China Sea, Lin Shan carefully examined it inch by inch along the candlelight, and finally found an island in the southeast corner of the East China Sea.

"Kushu Island!"

In an instant, Lin Shan's face changed drastically.

Who doesn't know that he is the only powerful and independent cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage in the East China Sea? Who doesn't know!

His fame had spread for five hundred years, and outsiders had no idea where he came from or how advanced he was. Even the three sects of the Demonic Path who had come from afar did not want to cause trouble.

The only thing the monks from the East China Sea knew was that this great master was practicing Buddhism in seclusion on the "Kushu Island" but had not become a monk. He was known as the "Jinglian Jushi".

It was impossible for Lin Shan to say that he was not panicking. He didn't know why a Yuanying stage master would help Master Xiong Shan. What was the relationship between Master Xiong Shan and Master Jinglian?
After pacing back and forth several times, I felt more and more uneasy.

Lin Shan simply gritted his teeth and said, "What does it matter to you? I only have one curse left today, so I'll use it first!"
He picked up the bow and arrow again, and shot it directly at the straw man. His consciousness instantly entered the thatched hut again. But this time he found that in the thatched hut there was not only the dying Xiongshan Shangren, but also an old man in a gray robe.

The old man seemed to have expected this and spoke slowly to somewhere in the void.

"This fellow Taoist must be merciful and merciful."

(End of this chapter)