In the "Paper Man Curse", the ordinary method of nightmare is to continuously hit the paper man through the soles of the shoe, red dragon and other dirty things, causing the other party to have a split headache and bad luck...

Even if such a spell fails to be used, the backlash will not be great.

If you really never die, you will use the "Seven Stars Blood-punching" method to needle the seven key points of the paper man, and finally behead one of his scissors. This is the "Death Curse Method". Even Taoist monks have a high chance of being cursed to death directly!

But the price is also quite terrifying. If a Taoist monk uses it and curses another Taoist monk, it will cost at least a hundred years of life, which is almost equivalent to one life for another.

However, for the other star, it would be good to spend a hundred years of life and make a difference in the idea.

"Now the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are bright, so it is a good time to use the "Seven Stars Blood-Thorn" technique."

Fang Xing calculated with his fingers, and immediately stepped on the Budou under his feet, and the strong wind suddenly rose in the tree house.

Then, a golden needle appeared in his hand, and a faint blood color appeared on it.

A sense of deficit appeared, and Fang Xing knew that his life span was passing by rapidly.

"Seven-star blood needles, go!"

He moved the needles as if flying, and connected seven vital places on the man on the paper.

“Huh?”

Whenever the golden needle was about to pierce, Fang Xing could even feel a faint layer of resistance coming from the paper man.

"This popularity is quite extraordinary, but unfortunately..."

He sneered, and the burning speed of life span accelerated.

The golden needle is covered with blood and pierces the paper man.

"ah!"

In an instant, a scream seemed to come from Fang Xing's ear.

"Very good, that man is seriously injured..."

Fang Xing picked up a pair of scissors and aimed it at the broken paper man's neck. He showed no mercy and fell down with scissors.

Click!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the man screaming and then his life expectancy seemed to be cut off.

"The life span is still worth it..."

"Is this because of my druid profession?"

"Now that I have a clear mind and I'm going to sleep."

Fang Xing yawned, burned the yellow paper man, and sat cross-legged.

...

A few days later.

Fang Xing was moving a rattan chair and sleeping under the evergreen tree. When he saw a convoy carrying supplies arrived, the valley immediately became extremely noisy.

He called Meng Tiandong and asked casually: "What happened?"

Meng Tiandong looked a little pale, as if he was frightened: "Latest news... Qian Hui, the deacon of Shennong Hall, was found dead in his cave... He was a great master in the middle realm of Daoji..."

"It's just a mere Dao Base Central Realm."

Fang Xing sneered and glanced at Meng Tiandong again: "Old Meng, you have been with me for so long. If you think Qingmuling is dangerous, I will write a book and ask you to leave Qingmuling. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!