Qu Wanning could hardly swallow the blood foam in her mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, my benefactor."
"Qu Wanning, your inner demon has entered your body, and your own cultivation can no longer bear the rampant demonic energy. You will inevitably explode and die within five days. I am the Lord of the Demonic Mountain. Now I give you two choices. One,
I have suppressed your demonic energy, and you are still doing your Taoist cultivation, but you will never have the possibility of breakthrough in this life. Secondly, if you follow me and become a demon, your cultivation level will be improved by two levels compared to Taoist cultivation." Udanhua said condescendingly.
Staring at Qu Wanning, he said.
Qu Wanning's expression was complicated, but she knew that as a Taoist cultivator, her cultivation was only golden elixir, how could she kill Guan Kong?
But... She became a demon, and demon cultivators are often looked down upon by the righteous. She was once a sensational daughter of heaven, but now...
Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly: The evils of the righteous path are like Guan Kong and Nanyin Temple. How are they nobler than the legendary evil cultivators?
On the contrary, the demon king in front of her has nothing to do with her, but he is willing to break her life and death curse and save her from the sea of suffering.
She gritted her teeth, knelt on the ground, and said firmly: "My little girl has shouldered a blood feud. After she has been avenged, she is willing to follow the Lord and serve the Lord forever."
Youtanhua said leisurely: "Very good, I will reshape your meridians and inject my demonic blood. During this period, you will have to suffer from torn skin and flesh, as well as cracked meridians, before you can be reborn. If you can't persist, you can
Will you be shattered to pieces and die, do you think so?"
Youtanhua narrowed her eyes. Her demon blood was not something ordinary people could bear. This was one of the reasons why she had never turned anyone into a demon.
Qu Wanning is extremely talented. Although she has endured unforgettable pain, she has been able to fight against the demonic energy for more than a hundred years without being controlled by the demonic nature. It is difficult not to be tempted by Udanhua.
Qu Wanning said calmly: "My little girl Qu Wanning will never give up even if she dies."
On the morning of the third day, at dawn, two beggars carried bones one after another down the mountain in a mighty manner. A total of 563 bones were buried on this mountain!
After a night of digging at such a tragic scene, Mu Mingjing's little face turned pale with fright, but he had to pretend to be calm and direct them to Nanyin Temple.
The road to Nanyin was already covered with Du Kong's spies, and the news of such a huge team immediately reached Du Kong's ears.
"What? Wu Jing and the others, Venerable Jialan, didn't stop the beggar?" Du Kong was shocked.
Hui Neng silently made a killing gesture and said: "It's better to let me stop them and eradicate them."
Du Kong glanced at Mu Fusheng who was meditating, shook his head and said: "No, they are unarmed beggars, and there are more than a thousand of them. This is a taboo for Buddhists. Be careful of backlash. Find some Buddhists to stop them.
Just let them do it, and they must not commit murder in vain."
Less than five miles away from Nanyin Temple, dozens of Buddhist cultivators suddenly appeared out of thin air and blocked the way of Mu Mingjing and others.
Mu Mingjing immediately took out the dog-beating stick, alarm bells blaring in his heart: "These Buddhist cultivators haven't given up yet!"
The leading Buddhist monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, little monk Wu Neng has been waiting here for a long time for all the donors."
Mu Mingjing said nervously: "I would like to ask the eminent monks to give way and make it easier for us beggars. They are all unlucky and unclean things. I am afraid they will offend all the eminent monks."
Dozens of Buddhist cultivators showed no intention of moving. Wu Neng said again: "Amitabha, it is the duty of my Buddhist disciples to save you. Why don't you, the donors, put down what you are holding and let us Buddhist cultivators handle it?"
Mu Mingjing gritted his teeth: "These are our family members, I'm afraid we can't hand them over to you."
Wu Neng still smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. After today, we will make way for you. Please be patient."
"You!" Mu Mingjing gritted his teeth. After today, the dust has settled on Brother Mu's side. He can't wait any longer.
Just when he was about to fight his way out, suddenly, hundreds of black figures descended from the sky and surrounded dozens of Buddhist cultivators.
Wu Neng was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. This was... the Demon Envoy of the Magic Mountain!
Wuneng bluffed and said, "This is the realm of Nanyin. We are here to handle the internal affairs of the Buddhist sect. How dare you demon cultivators interfere with this?"
The leader of the demon envoy was wearing a white mask. He ignored Wu Neng's shouting and only said businesslikely: "Mu Mingjing, we are here to escort you on the order of the Lord. Please leave this place to us."
"Lord?" Mu Mingjing scratched his head in confusion, and suddenly understood with an idea, and said: "Okay, thank you all for your help. Please tell my sister-in-law that Brother Mu and I are waiting for her at Nanyin Temple."
All the ruthless demons almost lost their balance in unison: Sister-in-law?
The leading demonic messenger coughed lightly and said seriously: "How can we interfere with the Lord's whereabouts?"
Mu Mingjing curled his lips and thought to himself: It seems that Brother Mu is not a master.
Then, he led a group of beggars to carry the bones and went straight to Nanyin Temple. Behind him, the wailing sounds of Buddhist monks could be heard continuously.