The old fox said tremblingly, "Master of Monk" with deep admiration and natural fear in his tone.
Aunt Eighth waved her hand and laughed: "There are all our fox tribes here, and I'm afraid of saying it out loud! You're right, the head of my family is referring to the monk!"
As she spoke, Aunt Ba slowly rotated her body and showed herself in front of the foxes, with all her expressions on her face.
"How am I doing now when I see the head of the family?"
Looking at the eighth aunt's all-body temperament and valuable outfit, many female foxes could not help but leave envious saliva at the corners of their mouths.
"You are full of glory and extremely rich. We are envious of you, so you are naturally in a good life!" The foxes sincerely admired.
The eighth aunt was praised by the fox demons for being soft and soft, and her smile made her branches tremble: "The reason why I live so comfortably is that I eat and live in the human sect, so I naturally have endless enjoyment there.
Money and treasure! If you can enter the human sect like me, you will be like me in the future, and you will be able to squander the endless wealth and honors you will squander!”
The old fox was not happy when he heard this, but he became more and more frightened to fight: "But the human cultivators are so fierce, I will get rid of my demon clan when I see you. We don't have the ability to practice as powerful as the head of the family, so we won't go and give it to you if we enter the sect.
Do they give fur?”
None of the fox demons dared to say anything.
The demons and monks are born to be incompatible. They usually hide from a distance when they see them. Who dares to go to the monk's house to provoke them?
Aunt Ba smiled sinisterly: "It is naturally not possible to cultivate sects, but what if the sects are full of our foxes? Then don't you have to be afraid? By then, the sect will be like the world of the fox clan.
, Isn’t it great for our fox clan to worship the cannibals in turn?”
Is the sect full of the fox clan?
Wouldn’t it be necessary to use foxes to destroy the entire sect?
Shao Yunxin's eyelids twitched when she heard this.
Which sect do Eighth Auntie wants to use these foxes to kill?
So...Eighth Auntie still wants to make trouble!
So... the tricks she heard before were all true!
"But although we are alone in human form, we don't have that great ability. How can we control the human mountain gate?"
The one who spoke was still the older fox demon who raised his doubts just now.
After all, they are old foxes who live for a long time. They are always more thoughtful than those who are young and innocent.
The corners of the eighth aunt's lips curled: "Since my family's head has turned you into a beast, I will naturally not sit idly by and watch my children and grandchildren suffer from poverty. My family's head has planned a future for you long ago. As long as you obey your orders, wealth and glory are within your reach.
!”
After saying that, Aunt Eighth raised her hand and pointed, and the red runes covering the heads of the foxes were like phantoms of extinction.
As the runes dissipated, Shao Yunxin watched the snow-white nine-tailed fox phantom, which had been possessed and looked down at the foxes, jumped down from the void and jumped into the snow-white silk parison in the hands of the eighth aunt.
This time it was close, Shao Yunxin saw clearly.
A towering and green spiritual peak is embroidered on the silk handkerchief.
On the top of Ling Peak, a snow-white little fox with nine tails stretched in the wind stood in the wind...
The human-shaped foxes were led by the wolf man and extended into the valley.
Shao Yunxin, who was following behind the team, couldn't help but look back at the eighth aunt who stayed in place.
The eighth aunt still held the white silk handkerchief in her hand, and her eyes were a little stunned when she looked at the silk handkerchief.
Shao Yunxin was stunned.
She felt that the eighth aunt's eyes were like an hourglass at this moment, revealing a strong sense of humility and sorrow...
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White Mist Palace.
Back mountain...
The Right Elder was alone, walking on the long mountain road between the Lingtian Mountain behind the Baiwu Palace and the Right Wing Pavilion.
The right elder is named You Changqing, and is one of the three elders of the Third Partial Hall of Baiwu Palace.
Since the beginning of the establishment of the sect of Baiwu Palace, the Right Changqing worshipped him into the hall. Because he had good spiritual roots and good understanding, he was accepted as a disciple by the Third Partial Palace Master.
Later, due to the continuous improvement of his own cultivation and the good reputation among the sects, he was gradually promoted to one of the elders of the Third Partial Palace Manager.
Specializes in managing the sect rules and regulations of disciples within the sect.
He is considered an elder in charge of criminal law.
The Youchang Qing was an elder who grew up in the sect. Since he started his spiritual roots at the age of twelve, he started his spiritual roots and embarked on the path of immortal cultivation. He always practiced diligently by himself, without making any friends, and had nothing to do.
But he accepted a lot of disciples in the entire Third Partial Hall.
Moreover, his disciples are basically in the Third Partial Hall.
Among them, Songwu Pavilion is the most common.
This time, the entire monk of Songwu Pavilion disappeared, which was a big blow to You Changqing.
The senior disciples he valued the most were all in Songwu Pavilion.
The moment I learned the truth, You Changqing's first feeling was that he didn't believe it!
He felt that this could not be true!
You Changqing practiced to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and lived to this day for more than 200 years. He had never heard of hundreds of monks missing collectively.
The key is that after disappearing, no one will be seen alive or no corpse will be seen!
So many disciples of the sect.
Living monks.
Even if you kill, you have to kill for a while.
How could it be so good that it all disappeared out of thin air!
Even the Ten Palaces of Hell in the Ghost Domain of the Underworld cannot accept people casually for no reason!
Where did his disciples go...
Just as You Changqing was thinking about the strange thing that happened in the sect, a gray shadow suddenly jumped out of the grass awning beside him and quickly rushed to Songwu Pavilion not far away...
You Changqing glanced at him and pressed his eyebrows.
With a light brush of his fingers, a white chain as thin as a silver needle bounced out from his fingertips, hitting the gray shadow that had just run out.
You Changqing slowly walked closer, and with a light move, the tiny white chain slowly retreated from Huiying's body, flew into You Changqing's palm, and directly merged into his body.
That small white chain as thin as a silver needle is the unique weapon of the White Mist Palace, locking the fog.
The real fog refining can gradually integrate into the cultivator's body as the time he has been worn by the cultivator, just like a natal magic weapon he has cultivated to use it freely with consciousness.
Locking the Mist Refining is a unique weapon in the White Mist Palace.
The skills practiced by Baiwu Palace are also the original "White Chain Mist" created by this sect
Therefore, if a true disciple of the White Mist Palace has practiced to the late stage of foundation building, he does not need to wear weapons with him. The fog locking will turn into a white mist and seep into the body of the White Mist Palace disciple.
As the years of infiltration and cultivation are over, the fog refining stored in the body will also improve the level as the cultivation level improves, and share the spiritual consciousness with its master.
Just like the gray shadow that You Changqing killed just now, it can be completely activated by spiritual consciousness...
At this moment, You Changqing stood beside the gray shadow.
He lowered his head and looked at the dead "gray shadow" at his feet
It is a gray-skinned fox cub.
He smelled the unique smell of foxes emitted from the dead fox... You Changqing frowned in disgust.