Mirroring the changes

As soon as the words fell, the little hand was like a red-hot iron, red and translucent.

"Ah~"

The ghost baby felt pain.

The ghost mother's condensed energy instantly covered the whole body.

This was not the end. On the ghost mother's condensed energy, a long black hair suddenly condensed.

As soon as the hair appeared, it was entangled with Libi.

"This is an inner wonder!"

"Ghost mother condensed energy! Hell's green hair!"

"Hell's green hair, extremely sharp, entangles people's souls!"

"That little monk, I'm afraid..."

"Alas~ What a sin."

Just when everyone thought that the innocent little monk in front of them was about to be split in two by the hell's green hair.

Libi raised his head and smiled again: "Amitabha~"

"Are you happy?"

Before the words fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

The ghost baby's eyes widened, and the sesame-sized pupils actually enlarged a circle.

The next moment, the ghost's green hair that he had always been proud of.

"Swish~"

It was like being scorched by a raging fire.

Curl it up in the middle and break it.

"Bang~"

Then he took an outrageous step.

The ghost baby fell to the ground like a head-over-heels.

The whole place was silent.

What ghost mother, what black hair.

Nothing.

"Puff~"

After losing in one move, the ghost baby spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What happened just now?"

"The black hair of hell... is broken?"

"The Holy Son of the Ghost Cult was captured?"

"That little monk... defeated the Holy Son of the Ghost Cult in one move?"

"Who is he? Has he been practicing since his mother's womb?"

"Master said that the glory of the Killing Temple has long ended, and the future belongs to the Dian Cang Sect, and to you, a big-headed ghost!"

"The Killing Temple, it really has a deep foundation."

"I can't afford to offend you."

"What kind of fairy temple is the Killing Temple?!"

All the cultivators couldn't help wondering: If the Killing Temple hadn't been closed, what would the scenery of Southern Xinjiang be like.

The outrageous little monk tilted his head, watching the ghost baby's eyes change from arrogant to fearful and submissive.

It is just like the saying: How proud you were just now, how humble you are now.

The outrageous monk remained silent, but his eyes were full of energy.

The empty soul seemed to have found a long-lost fulfillment.

[So this is my happiness! ]

[Training is really fun! ]

"Brother, thank you for your hard work~"

The 'outrageous' little monk smiled brightly.

He finally found the real source of happiness.

Li Chen's mouth twitched. Some people still have the same temperament even if their souls have changed.

The ghost baby fell.

The Ghost Cult instantly became much more honest.

As for the Venerable Qingyan, he is in the external realm, and his strength is naturally stronger than the Holy Son Ghost Baby.

But in terms of thoughts, he is much deeper than the ghost baby.

A half-grown child in the Killing Temple can kill the Holy Son Ghost Baby.

Want to run?

Three elders, five chiefs... all cast caring eyes.

Venerable Qingyan coughed lightly, and dared not move at all, as honest as a young wife.

Behind him, He Cangwu secretly shouted that he was happy.

He had been unhappy with the Holy Son Ghost Infant for a long time.

Now the Killing Temple has vented his anger for him!

Thank you Killing Temple~

...

Tao Hongda was stunned.

If you had fought a battle earlier, I would not have to worry so much.

"It was the Ghost Cult, it was all the Ghost Cult that threatened us to do this!"

He immediately told everything and exposed all the things that Black Wind Castle had done under the pressure of its power.

This caused a lot of curses from the monks.

From today on, the prestige of the Ghost Cult may plummet.

This is also the real purpose of Li Chen.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

The Killing Temple is enough for Southern Xinjiang.

…

"The Ghost Cult is a cancer!"

"Drive away the Ghost Cult!"

"Give back a blue sky to southern Xinjiang!"

…

Amidst the sound of condemnation, the ghost baby suddenly snorted coldly: "Killing Buddhist disciples is indeed unusual."

At this time, he said this with a smile on his face.

It is inevitable that there is some yin and yang in his words.

His eyes, with only one pupil, swept across the heroes, and everyone was chilled.

"What are you fence-sitters?"

"Isn't it for the auspicious sign from the sky of the Killing Temple?"

He spoke angrily, but he really shifted everyone's attention to the Killing Red Lotus.

For a while, the voices of discussion in the martial arts field suddenly decreased a lot.

Sure enough, what the ghost baby said hit their hearts.

Just then.

Bang~

Suddenly, a loud noise came.

Everyone was shocked.

On the guest seat, the smiling scholar who had been waving a folding fan, smiling, and not saying a word...

It exploded!

His body was torn into pieces and flew everywhere.

Even the disciples of Kaishan Mansion who were sitting next to him were blown into a bloody mess.

The martial arts arena was in chaos.

On the high platform, Master Jiyong's face turned cold: "Yanshi Palace?!"

"A surrogate doll?!"

"The forbidden area in the back mountain..."

But Master Jimo smiled and said: "Brother, don't worry."

"The back mountain has its own arrangements."

...

All the cultivators in the martial arts arena were shocked: "Yanshi Palace has no martial ethics and actually got there first!"

"My Lieguang Red Lotus!"

"Bullshit, it's obviously Danxin Red Lotus!"

The scene was in chaos for a while.

The temptation of the natural treasure was great.

As soon as the voice fell, several people took off into the air.

I want to get a piece of the pie.

On!

But saw the stick following closely behind.

Bang bang bang~

They were all beaten to the ground.

Zen Master Loneliness sneered: "It's just a mob."

"Array up!"

"The Killing Blood Pagoda Formation!"

Wow~

Overtly and covertly, countless bald heads jumped out together.

The shadows of the monks were so densely packed that when the heroes saw it, they felt a chill in their hearts.

These bald donkeys are so shady.

However, no one noticed that there was one person missing in the martial arts arena.

…

Shasheng Temple, the forbidden area behind the mountain.

In the hidden place around the corner, a thin figure, like a ghost, climbed over several machine formations, as if entering a deserted place.

This person is none other than Hou Chunfeng, the smiling scholar from Yanshi Palace.

Yanshi Palace is famous all over the world for its manipulation of puppets.

Their dolls are often covered with human flesh and blood.

From the appearance, it is impossible to tell whether it is a real person or a doll.

Even using the spirit detection method, it is impossible to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

It can be said to be an ingenious workmanship.

But Hou Chunfeng made up his mind from the beginning, using puppets as substitutes to block people's ears and eyes.

But his true body had already used the method of hiding, following the scent, and sneaked into the forbidden area behind the Shasheng Temple.

The forbidden killing area of ​​the killing temple originally had many structures and unpredictable formations.

However, due to the previous Red Lotus Karmic Fire, many magic circles were exhausted.

He happened to find a loophole.

Hou Chunfeng chuckled in his heart: The Shasheng Temple is really strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Two hundred years ago, the demon sect that frightened the world was finally gone.

Walking along the forbidden passage, we soon came to the area around the blood pool.

The journey was smooth and smooth, as if entering a deserted place.

In the blood pool, a scarlet lotus bloomed, spitting out its fragrance and pistil.

There is a layer of red light surrounding the lotus, and the billowing fragrance condenses into substance.

Drilling directly into the body makes people feel that there are not enough pores all over the body.

The aroma alone is far better than the spirit gathering array in Yanshi Palace.

He couldn't help but secretly thought: The Shasheng Temple is really a good place.

But, now this good fortune belongs to me!

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