Mirroring the changes

"What? Heart-eating Gu?!"

When Liqi heard the name, his eyes widened.

"Tell me clearly, are you sure it's the Heart-eating Gu?"

When the fox saw his appearance, his heart skipped a beat. His ears drooped, and he looked like a withered seedling on a summer afternoon.

"Master, there's no mistake. It's the Heart-eating Gu~"

The Heart-eating Gu itself is an ancient thing. Its inheritance has been cut off, and few people in the world have heard of it.

But Liqi likes to study such strange things, so he has naturally heard of this kind of Gu.

"Wow, it's incredible. You can actually dig out such an antique from the ground."

"I'm more curious about the identity of the masked man."

After saying that, he squinted at the fox. Seeing this, the fox couldn't help but shudder.

I've heard that the monks in the Killing Temple are cruel and inhumane. Today, I see that they are even worse than the rumors.

"Master, I can't tell anything about that man's appearance, but he once said words like 'Cult Master' and 'Holy Church'."

The fox's eyes shrank, and he looked at the monks without daring to breathe.

And there was no change in the spiritual energy in Li Ge's body, which showed that the fox was not lying this time.

Cult Master? Holy Church?

Li Ge snorted coldly.

In this southern border, who else dared to call themselves the Holy Church except the Ghost Church.

But I didn't expect that the Ghost Church had not given up the desire to compete.

But strangely, his eyebrows were tightly frowned: "If it is really the Heart-Eating Gu, we must tell the elders quickly!"

...

Shasheng Temple.

The mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

A monk staggered up the steps.

He was ragged and wounded, and he would take a few deep breaths every time he took a step.

Finally, he fainted on the ground two hundred steps away from the mountain gate.

It happened that the monk on duty came back from the foot of the mountain and saw the figure on the ground, so he went forward to investigate.

As a result, he turned over and revealed an extremely haggard face.

"Brother Li Geng?!!"

The monk hurriedly carried Li Geng on his back and ran towards the Killing Temple.

On the nameless hill not far from here, two figures were looking in this direction.

There was a green leaf on each of their heads, and the leaves emitted a faint green light, dyeing the same color as the surrounding trees.

This leaf is the leaf of the "Snowland Toon".

Snowland Toon is a strange and spiritual wood in the world.

Legend has it that this tree disappears as soon as it falls to the ground, and ordinary people can't find its existence at all.

That's because its leaves can refract light.

Only when it snows and the snow covers the branches will the true shape be revealed, so it is named "Snowland Toon".

"Snowland Toon" is rare in the world, and there happens to be one in Wanshou Villa.

Use its leaves to practice magic weapons, which can hide the body shape.

"Brother, the monk was carried in." Mi Junzi said excitedly.

Huang Daxian was relieved when he saw this. The first step of the plan was much smoother than expected.

"Don't be careless. Let your rats and grandchildren out first and pay attention to the situation at all times."

"Brother, it won't work. This broken temple is so evil that my rats and grandchildren are so scared that they dare not move."

"Useless stuff!" Huang Daxian was furious.

For now, I'm afraid I can only sense it through the poisonous insects in the monk's body.

Huang Daxian raised his head slightly and looked at the blood-stained red clouds above the Killing Temple. He was filled with pride.

"Niece, uncle must save you!"

Although he said this, he had other plans in his heart.

This time, he took great pains to sneak into the Killing Temple, one is to save people, and the other is for investigation.

Not long ago, he received news that the second and third owners of the village would go south soon.

The purpose is very clear, it is still to destroy the Killing Temple.

Thinking of this, Huang Daxian couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of this, the Killing Temple and Wanshou Villa, one is located in the southern border, and the other is located in the northern wilderness.

The two are located in the south and the north, but they are mutually exclusive.

Wanshou Villa is obviously a holy place in the demon world, and it is not much inferior to the thousand-year-old sects in Jiuzhou.

But I didn't expect that the fifth owner of the villa, the Monkey Saint Yuan Bo, fell into the trap and was captured by the despicable Buddhist son.

The fourth owner of the villa, the Sword Saint Tang Duo, underestimated his opponent and fell into the trap again and was trapped in the Killing Forest.

After two villa owners were captured in succession, Wanshou Villa can be said to have lost face.

When the big owner heard the news, he was furious.

A dignified demon clan holy place, but it can't compare with a downtrodden sect that has been closed for 200 years?

He couldn't swallow this breath.

So he guarded the rear by himself, and the second and third owners went south together.

They brought the elites of the demon clan with them this time. They were determined to go south with all their strength. Their purpose was to wipe out the previous shame and completely destroy the Killing Temple.

When Huang Daxian heard the news, his blood was boiling.

The reason was that the second owner, Snake Saint, and the third owner, Crane Saint, were both very prestigious in the demon clan.

They were not even inferior to the first owner, Tiger Saint.

The second owner, Snake Saint, was good at assassination and poison, disguise, and elusive. He could be said to be the most dangerous existence in the demon clan.

The third owner, Crane Saint, was good at strategy in addition to the art of popularization. He was the think tank of the demon clan.

More importantly, the two owners also knew an ancient combined attack technique, called the "Snake and Crane Qimen".

Once used, it would be unpredictable and could take away the wonders of the world's formation.

If they attacked together, even if the Killing Temple had a thousand-year heritage, the three elders would probably not be a match!

Huang Daxian is very confident about this operation.

And what he has to do is to do a good job of outpost work.

Before the two owners arrive, he will investigate the inside and outside of the Killing Temple.

At that time, he will be attentive to the two owners, which can be regarded as redeeming his crime.

When the critical moment comes, he will awaken Li Geng, the poisonous thorn, and it is unknown whether he can turn the tide.

Hehehe, it is not impossible to be appointed as the sixth owner of Wanshou Mountain Villa.

"Brother, your smile is so disgusting."

"Ahem."

Huang Daxian wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and the embarrassment on his face flashed away.

...

On the other side, when Li Geng woke up, it was already the next morning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ancient wooden beams.

Then a huge bald head stretched out his hand: "Brother, you are awake, finally awake~"

Li Geng coughed a few times: "Brother... where is this?"

"Brother, this is Sanbao Zen Temple."

"You fainted outside the temple last night, and it was Brother Li Shuang who carried you back!"

Li Geng frowned.

I don't know why my head hurts so badly.

I can't remember what happened last night.

Not only last night, my brain seems to have become a mess, and I can only remember a few vague scenes.

"Not good! Brother Chen Dong!"

Suddenly, Li Geng's eyes widened and he fell off the bed.

However, he was injured and weak, and he fell again before he could stand up.

Luckily, the monk who was taking care of him next to him was quick to help him: "Brother, what's wrong with you!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, save Brother Chen Dong!"