From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

At the same time, Ling Xiaozi and Qi Yuanli also received the same note.

What the above means is that Meng Liu is his girlfriend and he has been looking for her.

Ling Xiaozi was already angry at the man who seduced Meng Liu, and now he knew who it was. As Meng Liu had thought, he must catch this man.

It was because of him that Meng Liu lost his mind on Taoism, causing his subsequent cultivation to regress.

For the sake of his apprentice's future, Meng Liu wants to kill this man with his own hands.

Only by cutting off emotional ties can you achieve success.

"Senior sister, senior sister!"

Meng Liu heard someone calling her outside the door. The voice sounded like her familiar junior brother, so she hurried over.

"Junior brother, is that you?"

"It's me! Senior Sister, did Master say how long he would keep you locked up?"

"Not yet. I guess it will have to be closed for a while."

The junior brother suggested outside the door: "How about I let you out?"

Meng Liu wondered, if even she couldn't break the barrier, how could her junior brother do it?

"Can you do it?"

"I have another way! But you have to help me, Senior Sister. I'll recite the formula and you repeat it, and we'll work together on both sides."

"it is good."

She followed every word the junior brother said, and as a long spell was recited, the door creaked open.

Meng Liu was just about to thank his junior brother.

The ten-year-old child in front of him suddenly smiled sinisterly: "Senior Sister, you are still too naive."

She looked at him in shock, her lips slightly open, and a feeling of weakness came over her, and she fell down lightly.

[Host, don't sleep, stay awake...]

Xiaomei's voice was faint and gradually faded away.

The group was still communicating, Mo Youlin was banned from speaking, and Qi Yuanli sent several messages in succession to confirm everyone's identity.

Ling Xiaozi's face darkened, and just as he was about to look for someone, he felt that his restrictions had been broken.

He hurried to the sect's ancestral hall, but there was no sign of Meng Liu.

Only one room was left empty.

*

Meng Liu didn't know how many days had passed when she woke up again. She opened her eyes with aches all over her body and looked around the house.

What is this place?

Why is it still decorated in Syrian style?

She remembered that it was her junior fellow apprentice who knocked her unconscious!

My goodness, it’s true that the barking dog never bites. She spent all day hunting eagles, but ended up getting pecked in the eye by an eagle!

I didn't realize that a ten-year-old child could be so cunning.

They knocked her unconscious and brought her here without even giving her a stool. They just made her lie on the concrete floor. No wonder she said she felt sore all over.

This is too much!

Fortunately, at least her hands and feet were not tied up, and she could stand up and move freely. She twisted her neck to move her wrists and ankles, and was about to go out through the dilapidated wooden door.

The door creaked open and a woman who looked exactly like her came in.

Okay, if nothing unexpected happens, this is her third clone in this mission.

All the clones that she had merged before were split from the clone in front of her.

The strange thing was that now she was seeing her, but she hadn't merged.

Looking at the various expressions on the face of someone who looked exactly like him was like looking in a mirror, and Meng Liu was quite uncomfortable.

[Xiaomei, absorb her quickly! ]

Before, I could inhale and fuse even when I didn't want to, but now when I want to inhale, there is no reaction at all.

[Sorry host, I can't absorb it for now. She has been cast a spell by someone with a very high level of cultivation, preventing the two of you from merging.]

"Hmph, you are the one who took away so many of my clones?" The woman looked at her level and spoke with resentment.

Meng Liu nodded: "It's me, that's right."

"You've caused me to lose decades of my skills, you must make it up to me!"

Meng Liu was a little confused: "No, you are me and I am you. What do you mean I caused you to lose decades of power? If you didn't practice evil magic and split into clones, wouldn't there be less trouble?"

She was still angry. Her clone was still splitting. If one of the split clones awakened its self-awareness and continued to split, wouldn't it become a Russian nesting doll? It would be endless.

Besides, she is the real person! Who is she picking on with this tone?

It's simply the opposite of Tian Gang.

The woman just sneered and threw out a bundle of god-binding ropes to tie Meng Liu up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" We are all alone, so why make things difficult for ourselves?

"Don't worry. I can vaguely feel the bond between you and me. Now I just want to take back what's mine, or you can merge into my body." She explained kindly.

Meng Liu was shocked. She was the original body, and this clone was quite bold.

Before she could say anything else, the woman had already taken her to another place.

The new room was still in Syrian style as usual, with cement walls and floors, even the stools were made of cement.

The woman forced her to sit on a stool and tied her to the backrest.

"Is this a cult? Are you so poor? How come you can't even afford furniture? At least decorate it and paint the walls white." Meng Liu was not afraid at all because he knew that the clone could not harm the original body.

It's my turn since she's the one in charge, so at worst I can just let her have some fun.

When the other party heard her complaints, his breathing stagnated, and he frowned and explained: "Humph, we are not as lucky as the Tianji Sect, even the sect came together. The Demon Palace of our Demon Sect has not been integrated at all. This house was newly found after we came to this world."

It sounds a bit tragic and a bit funny.

The notorious, feared and wary cult actually only has a Syrian-style base.

"That proves that the evil deeds you have done are too much for the heavens to bear. By the way, where did you take all those missing people?"

"Are you trying to get me to tell you something? I won't tell you."

The woman ignored her and started drawing a formation with red paint with Meng Liu as the center.

Meng Liu: "Can you do this? Shouldn't the Demon Cult use blood to draw the formation?"

"You talk too much! Where's the blood? Do you want your blood?"

Meng Liu blinked and seemed to agree: "Forget it then."

The woman continued to draw the formation, and after a moment, she exhaled: "It's done."

Meng Liu could only see the patterns on the ground on the left, right and in front of her, but not the back. She had never practiced in the Demon Sect, so she didn't know what the formation was used for. However, she could guess it was almost correct. It was for her to merge her body with her clone.

[Host, don't worry. Your true form is a god. No matter what method she uses, she can't merge with yours. And now Ling Xiaozi is probably on his way to save you. I suggest you take this opportunity to think about how to capture him.]

The woman clapped her hands: "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"what?"

"Ah what? After I merge you, we will be one. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me and I will fulfill them for you."