Chapter 105: Curse Technique

  In the deep cave, Yang Yi also didn't know where he was now in the cave.

  That strange gust of wind swept Yang Yi in, and he fell into this cave. The cave was deep and dark, but fortunately, Yang Yi had already opened up all the blood vessels in his body with the Sixfold Condensation Technique, so after a slight flash of his eyes, he could see everything in the cave clearly.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish..."

  It was this eerie voice again, the same voice that had scared An Shidao, a master of transformation, to flee in disarray. However, to Yang Yi's ears, this voice did evoke fear and terror, but apart from that, it seemed to have no special significance, and instead, he could sense a hint of familiarity.

  It was as if this sound was a call from a loved one, making Yang Yi involuntarily want to follow the sound to find its source.

  Crack

  Yang Yi's foot stepped on something, he looked closely and his heart also jumped suddenly.

  What he stepped on was a corpse, a dead body that had been dead for who knows how long.

  Yang Yi slightly bowed his head and carefully examined the corpse. From the clothes on the corpse, it was surprisingly a cultivator from Huálóng Palace.

  "This is a cursed place, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's been dragged in. All those monks who were dragged in are dead!"

  Yang's heart felt a chill, he only then realized that this was a place of terrifying legend, a cursed land that even the most skilled shape-shifters would flee from in disarray, and anyone who entered would never come out alive.

  As I walked further forward, there were more and more corpses. There were many corpses, which seemed to have been suicides.

  And these skeletons, although they have been dead for countless years, even tens of thousands of years, still exist with a strong oppressive aura, which shows that when these skeletons were alive, their cultivation was probably in the realm of transformation, and they were also masters of transformation.

  But even with such a high level of cultivation, once you arrive at this cursed place, you can only become a cold and white skeleton.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish..."

  It was this sound again, which made people's hair stand on end, but it was a familiar and intimate sound to Yang Yi.

  This is like a riddle, making people want to uncover the answer, what exactly makes Jian Yi feel so close?

  Following the sound, Yang Yi continued to walk deeper and deeper, winding and turning, the further in he went, the clearer the sound became.

  Nor did he know how far he had walked, nor how deep into the mountain cave he had gone. At this moment, Yang Yi's eyes lit up as he suddenly emerged from the narrow passageway and entered a vast cavern within the mountain.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish..."

  The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it were right in front of me.

  In this vast cave, there was only one stone platform, and on the platform, there was actually a huge skull.

  Yes, this skull is at least one to two times larger than that of an ordinary person. Moreover, it reveals a color that is not ordinary, but rather a faint golden glow emanating from it.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish..."

  This chilling curse was emitted from this skull.

  Yang Yi looked at the skull, and his whole body shook. At this moment, he did not feel fear or horror, but instead felt a deep sadness.

  A deep sorrow lingered in Yang Yi's heart, and he didn't know why seeing the skull made him feel sad, as if it were his closest person.

  "Why? Why am I filled with sorrow?"

  Yang Yi's heart was in unbearable pain, this sorrow was unstoppable and came from the depths of his bones.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish..."

  It was this sound again, constantly echoing in Yang Yi's mind.

  "My child, someone has finally come, someone has finally come..."

  Yang Yi was suddenly startled, and a strange voice echoed in his mind, unusually old, but it made him feel familiar.

  "Do not be afraid, my child. You are still young and far from being an adult. You are a child of our tribe... I thought it would never be possible to see our children again, but you have come..."

  "Who are you?"

  Yang Yi vigilantly looked around.

  "My child, I am dead, our tribe of witches is all gone. My child, but the legacy of our tribe cannot be broken, this is my skull, only a child of our tribe can feel the legacy. Child, do not grieve, it was destined, our ancestors had foreseen it... Child, come, accept, the curse technique, the foundation of our tribe, the curse technique!"

  This sound, intermittent and incoherent, was like an old man speaking nonsense, but Yang Yi already understood that these words were spoken by the skull, or rather, this was what the skull said before it completely died. It seemed to have anticipated its own arrival long ago.

  A place where everyone is dreaded and feared, Yang Yi still feels intimacy, the reason is that Yang Yi is a witch, or in other words, Yang Yi has acquired the body of a witch tribe, he cultivated the Vajra body and had the breath of a witch.

  "I curse you, may your body rot, may your mind be confused, may your soul perish... Child, you are the great child of our witch tribe and our only hope, accept this, it is the curse technique!"

  The sound just now kept flashing in Yang Yi's mind, and this sound seemed to have endless mystery, bringing Yang Yi into a magical realm.

  "The Witch Clan was born with the blessing of heaven, but also perished with the blessing of heaven. The curse technique and the indestructible golden body are the two major means of the witch, and only the witch can cultivate the curse technique..."

  Yang Yixin's mind gradually cleared up, and he also began to comprehend the mysterious curse technique.

  Just after Yang Yi unexpectedly fell into the cursed land, the entire Tianyan Gate was enraged and came to Huolong Palace to demand justice, as the upper and lower parts of the Tianshan Cave were killed.

  Eighteen masters of the caves were killed, and many formal disciples of the Tianyan Gate also died. This loss made the Tianyan Gate, which was competing with the Huolong Palace, furious.

  In the grand hall of Huálóng Palace, all the elders of the Elder Council gathered together, divided into several groups, and chattered incessantly.

  "Yang Yi, this man, is lawless and reckless, provoking the Tianyan Gate and our Huilong Palace to such an extent that our relationship has become so strained. He deserves to die! Even if he didn't die in the Cursed Land, we must capture him and bring him back to the sect to be executed according to our rules!" This was said by a white-haired elder.

  "Hmph, Yang Yitian's talent is a great fortune for our Huayuan Palace. With the Sixfold Blood Condensation, we can destroy countless Golden Elixir experts from the Tianyan Gate. This is indeed a blessing for our Huayuan Palace. And yet, there are those who would distort right and wrong, seeking to deal with Yang Yitian. What intentions do they harbor towards our Huayuan Palace? Their hearts should be punished!" Another elder stood up, retorting in kind.

  "You..."

  These elders, all for the sake of Yang Yi this only condensed blood six heavy disciple while quarreling, are because Yang Yi did a shocking thing, slaughtered the entire Tianshan Cave, such means, such momentum, really makes people feel some fear and surprise.

  Some people praise, some people are disgusted. This is a common human emotion. However, there is one thing that has become a public opinion, and that is that this matter has indeed been exaggerated, and Yang Yizhen's name has thoroughly spread to all the monks and to every corner of the world.