Two months later, in a hall at the Outer Demon Base.
Zhi Lao and Ding Shanhai were looking at a piece of information, sitting on the side of Changfeng drinking tea.
"Changfeng Buddha, is this news correct?" Zhi Lao wondered.
"I went to the White Tiger Sacred Realm on a special trip, and the news I inquired about, how could there be any mistake? That Hong Zhan is Xu Keer's husband. It rose from a planet called the Four Elephant Stars, ordinary, little white faces that ate soft rice, disappeared from the Four Elephant Stars more than five hundred years ago.
After cultivating the heavenly path of reincarnation, he cut off his own path. I just didn't expect that he could deflate you." Changfeng said.
"An ordinary flood war? Fart! Are the White Tiger Sacred Realm all a group of neurotics?" Ding Shanhai said annoyedly.
When they were in the tomb of the Yellow Spring Saints, when they saw Hongzhan, they all fled in fear, and they didn't even have the courage to fight.
Zhi Lao took a deep breath and said: "This information cannot be used as a reference."
"That's right." Ding Shanhai said immediately.
"In the past two months, I have deduced again, and the heavens are chaotic and foggy." Zhilao said.
"What should I do? We have come to this point, we can't back down, right?" Ding Shanhai frowned.
Zhi Lao looked at Ding Shanhai and said: "To be honest, what is the situation of your clone in the tomb of the Flame Wind Saint?"
"Great achievements have been made, and it won't be long before we succeed." Ding Shanhai said.
"Can you catch Xu Keer?" Zhi Lao asked.
"Not yet, Xu Keer is extraordinary, she is the peak of the Golden Immortal, and she has a magic weapon, the White Tiger Seven Stars, so I can't help her for the time being, and she still has a group of strong people under her." Ding Shanhai said.
"Can't you do anything about them?" Zhi Lao frowned.
"I can't help it for the time being, but when I succeed, they will not be my opponents." Ding Shanhai said.
Zhi Lao frowned and said: "Is it done? If things were so simple and could be done, I wouldn't ask Changfeng Buddha to help."
"But, I didn't expect Changmei to be so alert, my clone just mixed into the Flame Wind Saint Tomb, he suddenly alertly closed the Blood Suppression Star and closed everything." Ding Shanhai frowned.
Changfeng said curiously: "Two, in the saint's tomb, except for the group of crazy asuras, there are also the relics of the master, there are no other good things, what do you want to get in it?"
Ding Shanhai and Zhi Lao looked at each other, and Zhi Lao said: "Changfeng Buddha, because there are many secrets involved, I can't tell you in detail, but I promise you, as long as we get what we want, the relic in the saint's tomb will belong to you. Moreover, we owe you a big favor."
Changfeng showed a puzzled expression, nodded, and said, "Why don't you notify the nearby demon emperor and ask them to help you do it together?"
Zhi Lao shook his head and said: "No, we can only do this."
Changfeng's expression moved slightly, he guessed that there might be something extremely important in the tomb of the Flame Wind Saint, so much so that Zhi Lao didn't want the external demons of other forces to share.
"What now? Although the Blood Town Star was not invincible, Changmei still held a curse left by his master back then, and that curse was so strong that even Da Luo Jinxian did not dare to compete. If you attack brutally, I don't dare." Changfeng said.
"Don't worry, since I asked you for help this time, I won't let you be affected by that saint's curse." Zhilao said.
Changfeng nodded, he could help, but he would never die.
"Zhi Lao, what should we do now?" Ding Shanhai frowned and asked.
Zhi Lao was silent for a while and said: "Actually, when I went back this time, I not only asked Changfeng Buddha for help, but I also asked for a 'Seven Days of Death Spell'."
"Seven days of death spell?" Changfeng's pupils suddenly shrank and he exclaimed.
"What is the seven-day death curse?" Ding Shanhai said curiously.
Changfeng was suspicious and said: "It is a saint's curse, once the curse is completed, ordinary Da Luo Jinxian will die in seven days in the early stage."
"Saint curse?" Ding Shanhai looked at Zhi Lao inquiringly.
Zhi Lao nodded and said: "I spent a lot of favors to get it."
"Then what are you waiting for, curse the long eyebrows to death, the defense of the Blood Suppression Star is just a decoration." Ding Shanhai said excitedly.
"Changmei is dead, who will help us open the entrance to the saint's tomb?" Zhi Lao asked.
Changfeng said: "I'll come, as soon as Changmei dies, let's take action together to break the blood suppression star, and then, I will find Changmei's special order talisman, and I can open the entrance to the saint's tomb."
"Yes, once and for all. Zhi Lao, you are thinking it through." Ding Shanhai nodded and smiled.
Zhi Lao fell silent, and after a while he said: "I considered the overall situation before and set up several plans, the first plan is to let Changfeng Buddha sneak into the saint's tomb through Xu Guangzu, if the first plan does not work, there is also the second plan, to use the usurpation magic weapon to erode the opponent's large formation, and finally the plan for these seven days of death curse, but ......"
"But what?" Ding Shanhai said curiously.
"However, the first plan was destroyed by the flood war. The second plan is likely to be destroyed by the flood war, and I am worried that this third plan will also change due to the emergence of the flood war." Zhi Lao frowned.
"No, what else can he do?" Ding Shanhai asked.
Zhi Lao shook his head and said: "The vast universe, such a big place, can allow us to encounter Hongzhan again, I have to wonder if he will be our catastrophe."
"Probably not, right?" Ding Shanhai said apprehensively.
"I don't know, so I'm worried. If he is our calamity, even if this saint curses, there will be problems." Zhilao said.
"Whether it succeeds or not, let's try it first, after all, whether the matter of the Flame Wind Saint Tomb can be completed is very important to what we want to seek next." Ding Shanhai said.
Zhi Lao pondered for a while and said: "I'm thinking about whether this seven-day death spell should be cast on Changmei or Hong Zhan."
"Can't the two of you cast it together?" Ding Shanhai asked.
"No, this spell can only be aimed at one person." Zhilao said.
"Then curse Hong Zhan, Hong Zhan is dead, we don't have to worry too much." Ding Shanhai said.
"However, if Hongzhan is really our calamity, there is a high probability that our action will be resolved by him." Zhilao said.
"Why don't you try it first?" Ding Shanhai said again.
Zhi Lao pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "It's better to use it on the long eyebrows, the probability of success is greater."
"Okay!" Ding Shanhai said.
Zhi Lao looked at Changfeng and said: "Changfeng Buddha, you are the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and I ask you to cast the seven-day death spell."
"Okay!" Changfeng nodded.
Soon, they came to a square and set up an altar, on the altar a scarecrow was pierced with a scarecrow, the scarecrow's whole body was covered with various talismans, and there was a special talisman on the chest, which read, "The lord of the Blood-Suppressing Holy Realm, the Buddha with long eyebrows."
Zhi Lao handed out a jade box to Changfeng and said, "You can cast it, right?"
"The master has also practiced the 'Seven Days of Death Curse' before, I have cast it, but the cause and effect of this curse talisman are very large, even the saints rarely condense it, how did you get it?" Changfeng said curiously.
Zhi Lao shook his head and said: "How did you get it, it's inconvenient to say, please forgive me."
"Okay!" Changfeng nodded and didn't delve deeper.
He walked up to the altar, opened the jade box, and saw a purple talisman inside, which was vague and seemed to have some fonts, but he couldn't see it clearly.
Changfeng was accustomed to it, so he carefully took out the purple talisman and pasted it on the scarecrow's forehead on the altar.
He lit a stick of incense, inserted it into the incense burner in front of the scarecrow, then pinched the spell and bowed to the scarecrow.
Under this bow, a strong wind arose, a dark cloud appeared above his head, and the purple talisman on the scarecrow's forehead suddenly bloomed with dazzling purple light.
Changfeng bowed down, did not get up, and worshipped for a long time before suddenly getting up.
Then, thank you again!
The wind around him was even stronger, the dark clouds above his head were churning and spinning, flashing a large amount of thunder, and the purple talisman on the scarecrow's forehead bloomed even more purple light.
After a while, Changfeng got up and bowed three times.
Under three bows, thunder and lightning slashed at the scarecrow, the power of the thunder and lightning was not great, but the scarecrow's body was scorched black.
After a while, Changfeng got up, and the incense in the stove happened to burn out.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the purple talisman on the scarecrow's forehead dimmed.
"Huh, today is over, and after six days of worship, Da Luo Jinxian will definitely die." Changfeng walked down the altar with a smile.
Zhi Lao waved his hand, forming an enchantment around it, wrapping the altar, and then said with a smile: "In the next six days, I will trouble Changfeng Buddha."
"Don't worry." Changfeng smiled.
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Blood Star, in a large hall.
On a lotus platform, the long-eyed Buddha was giving a lecture to a group of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats, and the monks were fascinated by it, when suddenly, the long-eyed Buddha trembled.
Burst! The long-eyebrowed Buddha spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was languishing.
"Buddha, what's wrong with you?" A group of monks quickly stepped forward.
The long-eyed Buddha was supported and said in surprise: "How could this happen?"
"Poof!" He spat out another mouthful of blood.
A group of monks anxiously kept pouring mana into him, but unfortunately it was useless, his immortal essence was quickly escaping.
"Don't move, don't move me." The Buddha with long eyebrows shouted.
Everyone did not dare to act rashly.
The long-eyed Buddha's face was like wax paper, his body was weak, and he kept vomiting blood, which lasted for an hour before this terrible situation ended.
He was sluggish and paralyzed on the lotus platform, gently pinching his fingers, and after a while, he said in shock: "Is it a seven-day death spell?"
"Buddha, is someone cursing you? What kind of curse is so powerful?" A monk said in horror.
"It's a saint's curse. Once I am cursed, I will only live for seven more days at most." The Buddha with long eyebrows said bitterly.
"What?" The monks were shocked.
"Quick, go and invite Hong Daoyou." The Buddha with long eyebrows said weakly.