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"How? Can I do it?"

A dilapidated house made of yellow mud, surrounded by several people, the highest cultivation level among these few people is only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.Seeing the accomplice who had been staring at others all the way back just now, he hurriedly stood up and asked.

"can!"

The person who came back panted, said this word, picked up the kettle on the table, raised his head and drank a few gulps to quench his thirst, and then spoke in detail.

"It must be the first time I came back. I don't understand anything. I'm just a rookie, and I don't belong to a big family. I have never heard of a small family with the surname Lu..."

A person who was waiting in the house asked, "Where is the person now?"

"He's living in Shi Niang's inn now, making clay figurines foolishly in the house, and said he wants to make a peerless beauty to be our king's queen, oh, Shi Niang said that this man is a stupid rabbit If he dares to come to our Red Sand City during the foundation building period, if he can get out alive, the sand in our Red Sand City will not be red!"

"In Shi Niang's shop, this is not easy to do. Shi Niang is not easy to mess with." Someone hesitated.

"What's the matter in Shi Niang's shop? Doesn't he go out? Why don't you just attack him when he goes out? But you have to keep an eye on this, as several people are eyeing this Lu Gui."

These few people finally decided to do it, Hongsha country is not easy to live in, everything is expensive to death, especially for these low-level monks.

Stone Inn.

Lu Wuhui walked down the stairs, he changed into blue clothes today, the white clothes before were made unwearable by the colored mud.

The proprietress saw that the young man walked down the stairs as gracefully as a jewel, and then walked toward the door of the inn in a graceful manner, like a little white rabbit thumping into a wolf's mouth.

The proprietress supported the trembling red silk flower on her head, clicked her tongue, and shouted, "Xiao Lu, are you going out?"

Lu Wuhui, who was about to go fishing, said softly, "Yes, lady boss, the clay figurines are too difficult to make. I have run out of colored clay, so I have to buy some more."

"Xiao Lu, wait a moment." The proprietress called Lu Wuhui to stop.

There are about a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the proprietress, their eyes are fierce, it's fine if you can't do anything in your shop, isn't it too much for you to control people when they go out?

The proprietress smiled, "Let's prepay today's rent first!"

call.Fortunately, this is the Shi Niang they knew, and everyone staring at her breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Wuhui was not unhappy, he turned around and paid Shi Niang the rent.

After Lu Wuhui left the inn, there were about a dozen people behind him. Lu Wu came back to the house where he bought the colored clay last time. Not surprisingly, there was no old man selling colored clay inside, only traps.

The doors and windows snapped shut, the barrier opened, and a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators appeared. There was no one talking nonsense, and the spell was thrown over.

No one has the naive idea of ​​saying a few words to the prey. Maybe when you talk to them, they will prepare a spell that can turn the tables, or activate some weird magic weapon.

The young man in blue stood there motionless, as if he was stunned by this sudden change. If outsiders saw this scene, the young man surrounded by a dozen monks would be helpless and pitiful.

Various spells enveloped the young man in blue, but disappeared a foot away from the young man's body, as if swallowed by an invisible beast.

Without the light and shadow of the spell, the besieging monks could clearly see the expression of the young man in blue.

Undisturbed.

For being ambushed and besieged, there is no anger at all, just like when a beast encounters an ant, it will not be angry when the ant tries to bite it.

The well-informed monks in Hongsha immediately realized what was going on!They are being fished!

"Run!" someone hissed.

Lu Wuhui raised his eyes, his gaze was indifferent.

These cultivators suddenly found that their thoughts were getting slower and slower, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, their souls were being pulled by invisible threads, and the cold and powerful consciousness swept across everything in their memory indifferently, their bodies gradually stiffened, and their spiritual power became weaker. stagnation.

More than a dozen human figures are fixed in this painted clay room. They still maintain the movements when they are about to escape. They look very funny. Each of their faces is different, but the expression of panic and anxiety revealed by each face is different. Surprisingly similar.

It's not surprising that none of them are what he's looking for, no matter how many Hua Xianghan's demon seeds are, it's impossible to casually drop them on a certain Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In just an instant, the expressions of these people changed from fear to indifference, and their bodies were no longer stiff.

Lu Wuhui took out a gold inlaid bell from the mustard seed, and shook it lightly.

This golden bell was given to him by Zhang San. When mining in the Broken Moon Mountains, Zhang San often did not meditate honestly at night, but enjoyed doing these superfluous things instead.

Lu Wuhui has a spiritual skill that just needs a bell, and the one given by Zhang San is similar to the one he used in his previous life, so he accepted it, and it happens to be used now.

In the dimly lit room, the aura of spells came on again, and more than a dozen monks began to kill each other.

After there were five people left, Lu Wuhui signaled to stop, and these five people stood in front of Lu Wuhui with their hands down.

Lu Wuhui picked out a person from here, his face is the most handsome among them.

Lu Wuhui stretched out his hand and gently brushed the face of this person, changing the face of this person into his current appearance, and then put the blue clothes on his body on this person.

The rest of the people took out the sack with no expression on their faces, and put the person in it.

Then Lu Wuhui experienced several waves of black eating black that he was quite familiar with in the Western Regions when he was weak.

The people he controlled also changed a few faces, and there were even two Golden Core cultivators, one at the early Golden Core stage and the other at the late Golden Core stage.

That's all the fish that Lu Wuhui can catch. A little white rabbit from the foundation-building period who was born in a fairy sect can only catch the foundation-building monks and Jindan monks.

The Nascent Soul cultivators still look down on the prey of the Foundation Establishment Period, unless they are children from big sects and aristocratic families with relatively rich net worth.

He is still in the Golden Core stage, and he did not regard the Nascent Soul cultivator as a target for the sake of caution.

"Well, do you plan to send people to Pang Yuan, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Demon Sect, as a cauldron after the robbery?"

Lu Wuhui sat on a high chair covered with ice beast fur, and on the left and right stood three doll-like monks, and there was a sack at his feet.

Lu Wuhui's jade-like fingers tapped casually on the handrail. He came to the Red Sand Country from the central region. Along the way, he already knew that there are magic gates in this world, and the one who established the magic gate is still the Venerable Wuhui. Lu did not return.

His three confidants in the previous life, Liu Chunmian, Li Wuke, and Hua Xianghan, are still the first, second, and fifth guardians of the Demon Sect here.

This magic gate is exactly the same as the one in his previous life.

However, it is easy to inquire about the magic gate, but it is difficult to inquire about "Lu Wuhui".

The monks below the magic gate integration stage are not qualified to see Venerable Wuhui at all, and Venerable Wuhui doesn't like people hanging around in front of him.

If he wanted to know the status of "Lu Wuhui", he could only know it from his three confidantes.

But he must not meet these three people openly.

With his current cultivation base, he can't control them at all.

The Great Guardian, the Second Guardian and the Fifth Guardian of the Devil's Gate are allegiance to the Venerable Wuhui in the Mahayana period, not Lu Wuhui who only has the Jindan period now.He wants to appear in front of these three people, maybe these guys will really want to taste the taste of standing up and calling the shots.

In order to prevent such a tragic situation from happening, he could only carefully consider a few of his confidantes, and found that only Hua Xianghan could allow him to get the situation of the Venerable No Return from her, and at the same time avoid contact with her.

Hua Xianghan, the five protectors of the Demon Sect, was the suzerain of the Huanxi Sect before she surrendered to the Demon Sect. When having fun with a man, he planted demons into the man's body.

The demon seed slowly grew in the man's body, borrowed the man's cultivation to grow, and finally came out of the abdomen, as the nourishment for Hua Xianghan's cultivation.

There is also a supplementary method in this method, which allows Hua Xianghan to separate his spiritual thoughts and send them to other women to practice "Huanxi Tianmo Species and Demon Records". These women are equivalent to Hua Xianghan's incarnation.

With Hua Xianghan's current cultivation level, regardless of gender, just by looking at her, she can unknowingly plant a devil seed in someone.But these incarnations of her have different levels of cultivation, and many of them can only plant demon seeds in a joyous way.

What Lu Wuhui was looking for was the incarnation of Hua Xianghan.