Chapter 493: Chapter 245: Blood God Curse Technique, Underground Palace Authority

The flames filled the passage.

Jiang Feng, uneasy, also deployed Wind Control, forming a dense barrage of wind blades, sweeping through the passage and leaving conspicuous knife marks on the stone walls.

Then the wind stopped.

The flames vanished.

Jiang Feng’s spiritual sense still covered the passage, ensuring that Mo Changlin’s bones were completely gone with not a trace of soul aura lingering, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to the Cyan Snake King, Jiang Feng was actually more wary of Mo Changlin.

The Blood God Curse was renowned far and wide, said to be able to curse-kill enemies from a distance. He constantly guarded with the Qinglong Cauldron, defending not only against the Cyan Snake King but also Mo Changlin.

He originally thought Mo Changlin was recovering in the Sea of Blood, but unexpectedly he was biding his time in the Dragon Capital, waiting for an opportunity, nearly curse-killing him and the Cyan Snake King together.

Jiang Feng was truly frightened out of his wits.

If it weren’t for Mo Changlin’s excessive greed, ambushing in the passage, the Blood God Curse simultaneously enveloping Jiang Feng and the Cyan Snake King, facing either one alone under the support of Forbidden Magic, even Jiang Feng might have fallen here.

But success depended on Forbidden Magic, and failure also stemmed from it.

It was precisely because Forbidden Magic had a backlash that Mo Changlin only had one chance to cast it, managing to trap Jiang Feng and the Cyan Snake King together.

Moreover, after waiting so long for Jiang Feng and the Cyan Snake King to appear in the underground palace, killing each other inside, how could he pass up such a good opportunity.

"Grandpa!"

A childish cry rang out.

Little Cyan Snake’s body, as if skating on water, came from the other end of the square into the passage.

The sheet of scales on its head, like emerald, was still emitting a faint green glow; seeing the Cyan Snake King turn to ashes in the passage, leaving not even white bones behind, it felt very uncomfortable.

Then it looked back at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng wanted to say something but hesitated.

The Little Cyan Snake fell into his hands, suffering torment; without the Blood-Burning Oath, he would definitely not let it go.

But today, if it weren’t for the Cyan Snake King fighting with his life, stopping Mo Changlin’s Blood God Curse from erupting, Jiang Feng might not be as composed as he is now.

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly and said, "You may go!"

Upon hearing this, Little Cyan Snake quickly ran towards the outside of the passage, that Blood-Burning Oath had a restraining effect on it, but posed little limitation on Jiang Feng. If Jiang Feng broke his promise and killed it now, the backlash of the Blood-Burning Oath wouldn’t descend upon Jiang Feng.

Little Cyan Snake worried Jiang Feng would go back on his word, so after gaining Jiang Feng’s permission, it slipped away particularly quickly.

"What is this?"

Jiang Feng allowed Little Cyan Snake to leave and entered the passage; in the blood slurry, he stepped on something.

"Blood God Curse!"

Jiang Feng used spiritual power to envelope that object, clearing the bloodstains off it, discovering it was a special parchment, with three striking characters written on it.

It was precisely the Blood God Curse Secret Technique.

However, besides textual records, this secret technique also featured technique diagrams and lines of special incantations; unlike a book, which generally records cultivation methods solely through text.

Jiang Feng’s gaze fixed upon it, feeling neither discomfort nor any resisting force.

However, the parchment was somewhat unusual; earlier, his spiritual sense covered the passage, it was submerged beneath the blood slurry, yet he did not perceive its presence.

If he hadn’t ventured into the passage and stepped on the blood slurry, sensing something below, Jiang Feng might never have discovered it.

"Take it back first for thorough research."

Jiang Feng put the parchment into the Space Ring given to him by Xiao Zhan.

Then he returned to the residential area by the square.

In a small alley.

Jiang Feng saw the Barefoot Monk, sitting to the side regulating his Qi Condensation, under the power of the Dragon Bone Bow, he had already lost his ability to resist, now merely lingering on.

Sensing Jiang Feng’s aura, the Barefoot Monk looked desperate; although he hadn’t gone out earlier, his spiritual sense had covered the area, witnessing Jiang Feng using the Dragon Bone Bow to kill Mo Changlin.

Now, in the underground palace, only he and Jiang Feng were left alive.

He had been pondering all along how he might survive in Jiang Feng’s hands.

"Amitabha, this monk mistakenly trusted slander, deeply regretting it, only hopes the benefactor might provide this monk one chance to atone, willing to transfer all secret techniques and accumulated wealth to the benefactor; I only ask the benefactor to pardon me."

The Barefoot Monk folded his hands together.

The Zen Staff embedded in the ground nearby emitted a faint golden light, accentuating the Barefoot Monk, amidst the eerie underground palace, with the demeanor of a holy monk, akin to the descent of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"The Master possesses great virtue and limitless Buddhist Dharma, I dare not act rashly."

Jiang Feng maintained a certain distance from the Barefoot Monk.

"Oh, the benefactor is willing to forgive me."

The Barefoot Monk showed a face full of surprise.

"Master highly regards words, I dare not blame the Master, and I have a gift to offer."

Jiang Feng said with a sincere expression.

"Oh, this... I feel uneasy, what might it be?"

The Barefoot Monk seemed confused, perhaps Jiang Feng sought something from him.

"I wish to send Master to meet Buddha."

Jiang Feng smiled.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The Barefoot Monk’s expression changed abruptly.

He then saw Jiang Feng drawing the Dragon Bone Bow, three shadows of arrows rushing forth, as the golden light of the Zen Staff just began to surge out, the arrow shadows pierced into his body.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Jiang Feng fired arrow after arrow in rapid succession, urgently wishing the Barefoot Monk to meet the Tathagata Buddha.

"Wretch..."

The Barefoot Monk spat blood, attempting to curse Jiang Feng, yet was engulfed by the arrow shadows, quickly meeting the fate of soul scattered and bones vanished.

"Old bald donkey, once I kill you, all your possessions belong to me; why would I need your gift?"

Confirming the Barefoot Monk’s soul was scattered, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but mock.