Devil Seeds

What Gao Bo holds is the imitation of the imitation of the imitation of the fate fishing line...

Its function is to completely condense the fate and past of a monk whose cultivation level does not exceed a certain level on a fragile fishing line.

Then tie the fishing line around the monk's ankle, sealing his past.

If the parent thread is destroyed, the cultivator who hangs the thread will completely lose the past and become a 'homeless' person.

The real fishing line of fate is magical and miraculous, and it is difficult to describe it in a few words.

And the imitation of the imitation of the imitation does not stop there, and it is not strong or thorough.

Even so, this box of fishing line seems to be enough as a bet.

The monks in the barren cave showed signs of struggle.

"You can take risks... but Gao Bo, you have to take it." The monk who looked the most honest before took out a box of things that looked like date paste.

"Rejuvenating paste...you have it! Wang Zhan! You still say that you are honest and have nothing to do?" Gao Bo took the box of 'jujube paste' and said jokingly.

Wang Zhan said sternly: "Mr. Xiuyuan does everything without leaking. We are responsible for inquiring information, and naturally someone is responsible for monitoring us. Therefore, Gao Bo cannot disappear, he must be under certain surveillance."

"Wu Ye, Sun Qi! You are good at disguising and changing. These few days, you have learned from Gao Bo, learning his every move, and then imitating his behavior, taking turns to replace him in the eyes of those watchers."

"However, I guess... it won't be long before we do this, so in a few days, arrange an accident for Gao Bo, so that he will be accidentally affected by the battle between powerful monsters. If this is the case, we should be able to fight At least three months."

"As for Gao Bo, you... must make good use of these three months to find suitable and favorable news."

"As long as we succeed, our faults are not faults. But if we fail... then we are ready to go into exile!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Zhan, showing strange expressions.

"You still said that you have no ambitions and no ideas. You have no ideas. You have prepared the rejuvenation cream and made a plan?" Gao Bo once again said to Wang Zhan in a similar tone.

Wang Zhan continued to make more detailed arrangements and instructions, and everyone else also spoke one after another to check for omissions and make up for vacancies.

The other side of being cautious is that once these people decide to be bold, they will not be easily discovered and leak their flaws.

Sometimes, some plans are endless.

People are not as good as God.

The Great Elder guessed a certain possibility, but ignored the changes brought about by the influence of the Huzhong Realm.

Xiu Yuan is high above, forgetting that those who seem ordinary, cowardly and timid also have the courage to fight desperately in order to change their destiny.

In the river of fate.

As long as it is invaded, who really has an advantage over whom?

A few days later, at the entrance of the mountain of corpses, a round-faced child with a bun was blocking the main entrance.

On the child's right waist is a long sword that is longer than others, and on the left waist is a large bag.

There was blood on the sword.

And the pockets were oozing blood.

"I want to be a teacher! This is the teacher's ceremony! I heard that the strongest of your ten demon sects is the suzerain Ke Xiaoliang, I want to worship him as a teacher...you find him to see me!"

The round-faced child raised his head, looked at the disciples guarding the gate with his nostrils, and then said domineeringly.

The Ten Demon Sect disciples guarding the mountain gate are... relatively good-natured among the Ten Demon Sects.

So it was only in a split second that he used more than a dozen kinds of poison, Gu and curse techniques on the child. Seeing that the child didn't respond, he quietly sent a message back to the mountain.

"Hey! I said you kid, you are not a little kid. You want to worship under the sect master Ke... Are you qualified?" The disciple guarding the mountain gate did not explain the fact that Ke Xiaoliang was "dead". , just guessing, whether this child is a strange flower that emerged from a certain corner of the mountain, and the information he has has been outdated for a long time.

"qualifications?"

"Are you asking me if I am qualified?"

"If I'm not qualified, are you waste materials qualified?"

"Hurry up and let Ke Xiaoliang come to see me, otherwise... who do you think is happy to stay in your poor place?" The child continued to say in an annoying and domineering tone.

A disciple guarding the mountain gate was about to make a move, but was stopped by his brother who was with him and shook his head.

The kid laughed... he was so cheap, he looked very suitable for the Ten Demon Sect.

"What? Let's not talk about the tatters!"

"Look at these few mountains of yours. The mountains stand tall but all are isolated. If you don't form a formation, you fail!"

"Although the spiritual energy is abundant, it is allowed to come and go. The formation is in a mess, and the utilization rate is extremely low! Failed!"

"The defensive formation is tattered, unresponsive and full of loopholes, failure!"

"The worst thing is that your mountain gate itself is like a big tomb. It's majestic, but it's so fierce. Everyone knows that the people inside are not good people! Which good family would dare to marry a girl into you Zongmen? It’s not like the people inside are all bachelors! It’s a failure among failures!”

"If I were your patriarch, I should jump out of the coffin angrily. If I were your head, I should also be bumped to death, so as not to embarrass myself."

"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, young master, I will buckle off your eyeballs and use it as a tramp!"

"Aha! Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, you hit me? You don't even have the courage to hit a child, and you want to wink at a child full of anger, but dare not speak out. When you become a monk of the Demon Sect, you are so useless. I'm ashamed for you. If I were you, now eighteen generations of ancestors have dug up and flogged their corpses, do you still want to see them?"

The child's words insulted all the disciples guarding the gate like random arrows, so he smacked his mouth.

Then he opened the pocket.

Suddenly, several heads fell out of the pocket.

They are all monk heads of Zhenwuzong.

This can be seen from some hair accessories and engraved runes on the face.

This kid has a stinky mouth, but he came to apprentice with a gift.

All the disciples guarding the mountain gate showed gloomy faces and exchanged glances with each other.

One of them pretended to be kind, and then said: "This place is indeed a bit poor. If you want to, little brother... you may as well come with me and enter the mountain gate first, and then I will report to the elders in the gate."

"What? You want to lure me in, young master, and then close the door and let the dogs go?"

"Are your teeth sharp enough? It's like biting me to death, young master?" The child chattered wildly, without any softening in his words.

It's just a gesture of wanting to make things big.

As the shit-stirring stick in the practice world, the Ten Demon Sect has never encountered many strange things in these years.

However, a child came to the mountain gate with a sack of human heads to learn from his teacher... and he spoke rudely.

Such strange things are rare.

The reason why these ruthless Demon Sect disciples didn't do it directly was because they were worried that there was someone behind this child who was commanding by remote control, and this child...was from an extraordinary background, so he had some special background.

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