Mirroring the changes

Wanhe Secret Realm.

Near an unnamed gully.

A group of monks, about a dozen people, were weaving through the bushes.

They each held weapons, swords, spears, and halberds of all kinds.

The clothes they wore were the same. Those wearing black cloaks were the Ghost Cult disciples, the largest number of people, those wearing white shirts were very particular were the Lieguang Pavilion disciples, and those with two green mountains on their bodies were the Broken Veins Mountain disciples.

In addition to them, there were some scattered ones, such as the Black Wind Fort and the Vacuum Gate, most of whom were Ghost Cult supporters.

The lowest level of cultivation was the initial stage of the innate, while the highest level of cultivation had already entered the inner realm.

These disciples were almost equivalent to the backbone of the younger generation of the Southern Xinjiang evil way.

Their eyes were shining, and their expressions were anxious, as if they were looking for something.

"Do you have it there?"

"No, no!"

"No, there isn't one here either."

"Where did they go?"

"They must be in the bushes, they can't run far!"

"Three monks, at least three magic weapons for the reward."

"These damn weeds are ruining my business."

"Why don't we just light a fire."

"That's a good idea."

"Bullshit, you want to burn yourself by lighting a fire here?"

...

Right in front of the search of these evil disciples, deep in the gully, there were three monks hiding in the bushes in a somewhat embarrassed manner, silently watching the movements around them.

"Brother, you and your junior brother go first, I'll cover you here."

Lichou was already sweating profusely, and most of his face was covered with hideous scars. The sweat flowed into his eyes, which was slightly sore.

He wiped it casually with a strong arm, twisted his neck, and a surging murderous aura burst out of his eyes.

The other hand was holding the 'purple copper convenient shovel' made by the Sihai soldiers. Although it was a bit expensive, it was made of spirit iron.

Just holding it upside down, he felt that he could beat them up in a group.

Lichou was a madman in the Killing Temple after all. He would never be modest in killing people. At this time, facing so many pursuers, his blood was completely aroused.

Li Ge on the side did not speak, but summoned his sword 'Red Blood' and magic weapon 'Finger Jade Shuttle'.

When he was in the Killing Temple before, he directly exchanged a lot of 'Red Gold Iron Ore' in the Merit Hall with his strong capital.

Then he found Master Ji Ran and forged this 'Red Blood Sword'. He was worthy of being the richest one in the nine generations of the Killing Temple.

And the Finger Jade Shuttle was the inheritance before he became a monk, so its power was naturally extraordinary.

His eyes focused, and the Tongbao Gourd on his waist flashed green light, as if he was choosing a target like its owner.

"I'm here."

"You go first."

He is still a ruthless man who doesn't talk much.

Indeed, in terms of the ability to fight to the death, Li Chou may be the strongest among the three, but in terms of combat power, Li Ge, who has the help of magic weapons, is undoubtedly the strongest.

"Brother, you go first. My Shadow-Tipping Gourd is the most convenient to fight them."

After saying that, he waved the convenient shovel and patted the gourd on his waist. A shadow emerged, holding the convenient shovel like him, eager to try.

"Amitabha."

When the two were arguing about who would stay behind.

Libie suddenly chanted a Buddhist name.

A touch of compassion flashed across his handsome face, and he clasped his hands together, looking more solemn and dignified.

There was an egg-sized earring hanging on his ear, which was the 'Multi-hearing Gourd' he picked from the Equal Vine.

This gourd is worthy of its name and can hear all the sounds around.

At this time, just by listening carefully, he already knew the number of the other party and their respective positions.

"I am the senior brother, I have the final say here."

"You two go first, my sound wave skills of Yixin Zen Temple are best at defeating the majority with the minority."

"If you two stay here, I am afraid you will get hurt by mistake."

As the ninth generation of the Buddhist master of Shasheng Temple, Libie is born with a compassionate temperament.

"Senior brother, you can't."

"You are the ninth generation, you are the most respected under the Buddha, and either of us can stay, but you can't."

Before Lichou finished speaking, Libie raised his hand to interrupt.

"Junior brother..."

"Now is an extraordinary period. There is no such thing as the first of the nine generations. There is only suitability."

"Although Junior Brother Li Ge is not weak, he has no means of group attack."

"Even if you have the help of the Tiying Gourd, it will be difficult to be surrounded by so many people. Even if you survive the first wave of attacks, what about the second and third waves?"

"So, I will still hold on here."

"Try to escape. If you find other junior brothers, come back to save me!"

"But Senior Brother..."

"No buts, let's go!"

"If we don't leave, none of us three can escape."

Libie suddenly frowned, and the Duowen Gourd beside his ear seemed to shake.

This is a warning signal.

Thinking of this, Libie no longer hesitated, and regardless of the opposition of the two, he rushed out directly.

Putting his hands together, the air sank into his dantian, and the spiritual energy around him swallowed and exhaled, directly creating a layer of visible sound waves.

Even the surrounding grass began to fluctuate.

"Amitabha."

"Ah!"

"It's... the sound wave power of the Killing Temple!"

"Quick! Block your ears!"

...

Li Chen swallowed the Duize Holy Fruit, but it was gone before he could taste it.

Afterwards, the Qi and blood in his body surged, his meridians were unobstructed, and the Qi directly filled his whole body.

Om~

Golden thread cassock, swaying tree shadows.

Even the shape of Piaomiao Gang was revealed.

At this time, at the chest of Piaomiao Ning Gang, a light golden wine jar shape was gradually rotating.

The heart of the wine jar was the heart that Li Chen carved out with the magic method of "deliberation".

The heart was empty before, but now after eating the Duize holy fruit, the heart of the wine jar began to be filled with saliva.

In addition to the intoxicating aroma of Shiyun wine, his own Guiyi Gangqi added a fresh fruity aroma.

However, once this holy fruit entered the heart, it turned into saliva, and it was digested by Li Chen in just a cup of tea.

Unfortunately, there was only a shallow layer, which was far from filling the wine jar.

But even so, Li Chen already felt that his Gangqi was now more solid.

And there was no stagnation during the operation, and he enjoyed the smoothness.

After trying several times, he still couldn't use the saliva in the wine jar, and finally calmed down.

Li Chen finished his training and stood still. He saw that Li Sao had also woken up again. His face was no longer listless. The wound on his arm had healed by 30% with the help of the rejuvenation pill and the golden wound medicine.

"Brother, where is my fruit?"

Li Sao pointed at the Duize fruit tree.

When Li Chen picked the Duize holy fruit, the fruit tree had already withered and died.

Li Chen smiled and said nothing.

This guy survived the disaster and still remembered the fruit. It seems that he was not seriously injured.

"Oh, I got hurt in vain this time. Brother took it away again."

"I wanted to take it back to Huaisheng."

Li Chen was about to respond, but suddenly frowned, and the ahoge on his head stood up and shook slightly.

"Brother Libie... seems to be injured!"

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