In the middle of the moon, black crows startled and landed on the branches of dead trees.

A mass grave five miles away from Luofu Mountain.

Two sneaky figures were in front of a tomb, struggling to pick up the tombstone.

"Brother Li, I heard that the yin energy is the strongest in the middle of the night...I'm a little scared."

The thin figure suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked around guiltily.

"You don't have anything, and you are so cowardly. It has ruined the good reputation of our tomb robbers. Bah."

The sturdy man glanced at his companion with disdain.

"Brother Li, I plan to stop working after this job...I will take my savings to marry Widow Wang..." The thin man was determined, his eyes full of longing for the future.

"She is single and I am single. It just so happens that we are going to get married."

"Marry first, then divorce. How dare you split the bride price between two and a half?" The strong man poured cold water on her head: "She is a widow inlaid with gold? Thirty taels of bride price, she really dares to open her teeth. Do you know the three

How many women can you play with for ten taels of silver?"

"You can play until you can't play anymore."

"Brother Li, I'm different from you. I only care about feelings..." the thin man hesitated.

"Emotions? The easiest thing to cheat in this world is feelings."

"I walked alone under the pink lights and red candles, wandering in the dark and narrow alleys, looking for the figures waving to welcome guests. Do you think I fell in love with their cheapness?" The look of the strong man changed.

Somewhat lonely.

"That was the only warmth at the lowest point in my life."

"Those women are the purest women in the world. Not only will they meet all your needs, but they will not deceive your feelings. That is a rare innocence in the world..."

There was a rare tenderness in the strong man's eyes, which was perhaps one of the few beautiful things in his memory.

"Brother Li, let's not remember it for now, okay? I always feel that this place is... not very clean..."

The thin man's voice became a little trembling, and he scanned every tomb around him with vigilance.

"I'm afraid of birds. There are no taboos in our line of work. Is it possible that we might encounter ghosts?" the strong man said fearlessly.

Bang……

At this moment, a blood-stained arm suddenly stretched out from the grave between the two.

"It's a fake corpse!"

The strong man was stunned for a moment, then let out a sharp cry, dropped the shovel in his hand, turned around and ran away.

"Li...Brother Li...you...you wait for me..."

The skinny man almost cried, rolling and crawling to catch up with the strong man. In this life, even if he can't marry the Widow Wang, he will never do this job of digging up the grave again.

Under the moonlight, the blood-stained arm shook gently, and the powerful inner breath shook the tomb open.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody figure crawled out.

The colorless at this moment still lacked the solemnity and sanctity of before. The monk's robe was broken and his body was covered with blood holes, which were obviously formed by being penetrated by bone bullets.

His pectoralis major muscles had lost their former contours and were drooping sickly, and his whole person's aura was extremely sluggish.

"Amitabha, the world is vast, but I didn't expect that there are such terrifying monsters."

Wu Shi leaned against the broken tomb, breathing heavily.

If he hadn't had the Buddhist inner breath body protection and practiced the [Vajra Wrathful Body], he would have been dead for eight rounds at this moment.

The most fortunate thing was that he was buried deeply by the collapsed mountain wall, otherwise his whole body would not have been left behind.

Wu Se used his last bit of strength to dig out a tunnel from the ground that led directly to the mass grave five miles away, and then he dared to show his head.

"No wonder my great-uncle said that if I leave the mountains and cross south this time, I will face a life-or-death disaster."

Wu Color murmured softly, thinking of what the old monk said to him before going down the mountain.

That day, he insisted on going down the mountain, intending to go all the way south, subjugate demons, and meet the masters of the major mountain sects, just like the "Monk King" in those days, he paid a visit to Luofu Mountain and saw the mark left by the black sword of the past.

At that time, the master's uncle, who had been meditating for thirty years, gave him these eight words: Seeing the bones brings disaster, seeing the tomb is robbed.

At that time, Wu Se didn't take it into consideration, which prompted the old monk to say another word to him.

It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die!

"It seems that my uncle has indeed achieved Taoism... The world is too big, and the demons are in chaos, and I can't suppress it with my magical powers..."

Wu Shi stood up unsteadily, clasped his hands together, and chanted the name of the Buddha.

He had already made up his mind to start retreating in seclusion when he returned to the mountain. He would never step out of the mountain until he reached perfection within thirty years.

Bang……

At this moment, the colorless head suddenly exploded, like a watermelon falling to the ground, with juice splashing everywhere, mixed with white slurry.

The stiff body finally struggled twice instinctively, and then slowly fell down.

"The monk at Xichan Mountain...he has become dull."

In the dark night, a cold voice sounded slowly.

The master of White Bone Temple was wearing a robe, holding a floating dust in his hand, and walked slowly under the moonlight, followed by a young man with a delicate face.

"Master, is there really no problem in killing him?" The young man looked at the colorless corpse and couldn't help but ask.

"There are so many heads in this world, how can any gods and Buddhas ask about cause and effect?" The Master of White Bone Temple said calmly: "I just sent him to see my Buddha."

While speaking, the Master of White Bone Temple stretched out his right hand, took in the colorless corpse, and threw it casually to the young man next to him.

"This is good nourishment. As long as you parasitize him, you should be able to improve your cultivation a lot... The Xuantian Pavilion exam is coming soon. With your strength, it won't be half difficult to get promoted to the [Xuan Jade Order]." The Master of White Bone Temple said calmly.

Hearing this, the young man held the colorless body in his hands, a terrifying light flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Master, for making it possible."

The method of parasitism is a secret technique taught by the Master of White Bone Temple, and its highest secret is to parasitize the demon body of a monk, plunder the essence of others, and strengthen one's own cultivation.

It is said that this secret method covers everything, including the art of talismans, weapons, etc., all of which are based on "parasitism".

The Master of White Bone Temple did not pass these things on to him.

"Master, not far ahead is Luofu Mountain. According to your induction, the [Bone Parasitic Talisman] should be there." The young man suddenly said.

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The Master of the White Bone Temple's eyes narrowed slightly. Over the past few days, he had used magic induction to gradually determine the location of the [White Bone Parasitic Talisman].

He can only faintly sense this talisman when it is used by someone.

In the battle just now, the fluctuations of the [White Bone Parasite Talisman] reached an unprecedented intensity, and he was finally completely captured. Only then did he meet Wu Color, who had just escaped from trouble.

"Since it's Luofu Mountain, let's give it up for now." The White Bone Temple Master said calmly.

"Why?" The young man couldn't help but be stunned.

He is a master who never takes revenge and kills overnight. He only kills people in the command room. It is rare to calm people down like this. Maybe he is afraid of Luofu Mountain.

"The examination of Xuantian Pavilion is about to begin. Among the seven gates of Longyuan Mansion, there is one person you should pay special attention to." The Master of White Bone Temple suddenly said.

"who?"

"Luofu Mountain, a young man named Qi Yu."

"He!?" The young man's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly: "I have heard of his name. Although he is called a genius, his cultivation level seems to be average, not..."

"Young people don't know how high the sky is. How can a real master hide his weapon in the abyss so that you can see it clearly?" the White Bone Temple Master sneered.

"He is not ordinary, he is the reincarnation of the old demon from Montenegro..."

"What!?" The young man's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't believe the secret he heard.

"He has great courage. He has hidden deep in Luofu and has been cultivating for many years. Now he is secretly practicing Xuan Gong. He is undergoing the most important transformation in his life."

The eyes of the White Bone Temple master flashed with a different kind of brilliance: "Before he completes his transformation, I don't want to distract him... Let's talk about Luofu Mountain later."

As he spoke, the Master of White Bone Temple turned around and left.

"Master, why is this? If he is allowed to practice Xuan Gong, will I still be able to compete?" The young man couldn't help but ask.

The old demon of Black Mountain is a giant among demons and ghosts. Reincarnation and rebuilding are no small matter. If the transformation is completed, who can stop it!?

"Foolish disciple... if he wants to complete such a transformation, how can he not be doomed? When the time comes, you will use the method of parasitism to suck him dry... he will work hard for a lifetime, but he will only make wedding clothes for others..."

The Master of White Bone Temple sneered: "Brother Black Mountain, come to think of it, you taught me this method of parasitism back then."

"I'm kind of reciprocating the favor."

"Master is always considerate of me, and it's hard for me to repay my disciple's death." The young man lowered his head, with a strange smile on his face, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"Let's go."

The Master of White Bone Temple looked at him lightly, stepped out, and disappeared into the vast darkness.

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To be continued...