Chapter 165 The Charming Fox Demon is a Divine Beast 32
He sat straight and looked at the ring. He happened to see Ironwood's vines, bypassing White Tiger and Mandala, attacking Zhao Hu fiercely and throwing him off the stage. He immediately forgot his previous doubts and clapped his hands.
Monk Ji Mie announced loudly: "Zhao Hu was kicked out of the ring, the competition failed, and the Hehuan Sect won!"
"What? The winner is the Hehuan Sect!"
"Zhao Hubai has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage. It turns out that he is a wax-headed silver spear, which is useless. He can't even beat the God Transformation Stage Stage. It's a waste of a place."
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and turned the tide and denounced Zhao Hu.
Tiemu's attack was not serious, Zhao Hu was seriously injured, and with the accusations from everyone, he became so angry that he fainted to the ground.
But at this time, two different voices came out.
"Uncle Master, you are so beautiful. I was attracted to you the first time I entered the sect."
"Master Nephew~ When you became my disciple, my uncle was still wondering why you didn't become my disciple..."
In a certain sect, a pair of nephews, who are both men, hugged each other as if no one else was around, and looked at each other affectionately, while the male monks around them retreated.
"Let's go, find a place where no one is around, and my uncle will teach you the sect's unique skills..."
The two of them turned a blind eye and left the crowd hand in hand. When they passed by Zhao Hu, the uncle stopped and noticed his strong-backed appearance and his handsome features, and pulled Zhao Hu with him.
In the Beast Taming Sect, only Zhao Hu has the highest cultivation level, and the rest of the people are unable to stop him. What's more, the uncle has a cultivation level in the Void Refining Stage, and no one present is willing to offend him for Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu was taken away by the pair of apprentice nephews in front of everyone's eyes.
What awaits him may be 'yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged...'
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Shi Shi's eyes lit up, and to his surprise, it was the two people who had spoken dirty words to Jin Se before.
Jinse was also shocked, he didn't expect things to progress like this.
After the Mahayana stage, she was able to control the secret realm more. Previously, she just sent a ray of powder mist into the two bodies, hoping to make them look embarrassed in front of many monks and teach them a lesson.
But she didn't expect that the powder mist would have such a miraculous effect... it was incredible.
However, she didn't sympathize with those two people and Zhao Hu. Those three people were full of resentment and had extremely mixed auras. It was obvious that they did some unreasonable things on weekdays.
The real master left, leaving only White Tiger and Mandala on the stage. These two people did not have any sense of loyalty to protect the master. Instead, they followed Tiemu down to Jinse's side when no one was paying attention.
Jinse raised his eyebrows and asked in front of everyone.
"Were you forced by Zhao Hu?"
The woman's eyes were filled with hatred: "Yes, in order to improve our cultivation as quickly as possible, he forced us to cultivate with mortal essence, blood, and even our souls."
"I am an essence of grass and trees, with extraordinary talents and inherited memories. Since I became wise, I have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon to practice. However, since I was caught by Zhao Hu, he thought that my cultivation was too slow, so he asked me to follow the wrong path and be contaminated with cause and effect.
, Destroy my Daoji!"
"He and I have sworn hatred!"
The white tiger took the form of a human, but he was polite and scholar-like. Only the white tiger-striped belt around his waist and his sharp eyebrows could reveal his identity.
He looked at Xiao Xiao, his eyes softened: "Little Rabbit, long time no see, you have grown up now."
"Hmph!" Xiao Xiao turned his head and didn't look at the white tiger, "He always wants to eat my big tiger, but I don't want it."
A hint of helplessness flashed in Bai Hu's eyes, and he handed over to Jinse: "Senior, I'm sorry, did the little rabbit cause you trouble?"
"It's not troublesome," Jinse rubbed Xiao Xiao's head, "Xiao Xiao is very cute and can help a lot."
When he was young, he heard people praise him, holding his neck high, with an uncontrollable little pride on his face.
"Let's go back to the station first."
After Jinse finished speaking, she turned around and left, followed by several people behind her.
The strange thing is that even though they spoke loudly before and did not cover up when they left, no one looked in their direction. Instead, they were all concentrating on watching the ring competition.
I was puzzled for hours.
Jinse raised his eyebrows: "If you have cultivated to the Mahayana stage and still don't have this ability, then I must be practicing fake Mahayana."
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When the Hehuan Sect was stationed and alone together, Bai Hu once again used the demon clan ritual to thank Jinse.
"Zhao Hu and I are tied to a death pact, and there is no hope of getting rid of it in this life. I don't want to be humiliated by Zhao Hu anymore. I saw Little Rabbit today and know that he is well taken care of by seniors, so my wish has been granted."
"I hope senior can give me a happy experience."
Xiao Xiao, who had always disliked Bai Hu, rushed in from outside, his eyes a little red: "I have a name, my name is Xiao Xiao."
"I am very powerful. I have cultivated to the integration stage. I can protect you, Sister Bluebird, and Grandpa Oogway. You are not allowed to die!"
Bai Hu avoided the child's gaze and said with determination: "But they are all dead."
"I signed a death contract. Life and death depend on Zhao Hu's thoughts. Even if he dies, I will die instantly."
"Jinse can do anything, she must have a way!"
When Xiao blurted out a sentence, he looked at Jinse eagerly.
Bai Hu only felt that he was not familiar with the world when he was young and was too naive. That was a death pact. The world of cultivation had never heard of a death pact between a monster and a monk that could be released and freed.
There is always only one way, death and destruction.