Infected with the undead disease, he had to specialize in suicide magic

The next day, at noon, on the way to Longhu Temple

Niu Tongtian carried the groaning young master on his back and walked in front to lead the way, "Young master, don't move, I'm almost out of strength."

"If it's your turn to break your leg, can you bear it?" Niu Tongtian asked back, the stench emanating from his mouth made Niu Tongtian's face turn green.

The stench of the stinky socks had already penetrated into Niu Tongtian's mouth and could not be eliminated for a while.

"You noticed that Ye Yange's purpose was not pure, but you still fell for it?" Li Jiu said casually.

"I... People like me, if nothing unexpected happens, will never have a chance to meet the Saint of the Wangmo Sect, so I don't want to miss this opportunity."

Niu Tongtian nodded, looking at Li Jiu with fear in his eyes.

After breaking his leg, he realized that Li Jiu was not Niu Batian, would not indulge him, and even had no patience with him at all.

In Hehuan Tower, Li Jiu asked him two questions.

The first question was whether there was pure Kui Niu blood in Longhu Temple. His answer was that there might be some. He had heard from his grandfather before that an elder was about to run out of life and he had pure Kui Niu blood in his hands. As for whether there was any now, he was not sure.

The second question was whether he had obtained the Tyrant Thoughts from Ye Yange. He shook his head to indicate that he had not.

When he was about to leave Hehuan Tower, he carefully asked about Ye Yange's situation and got a sad truth. He also saw Ye Yange's body, which was planted in the soil like a green onion, with two legs drooping, just like green onion leaves wilted by the sun.

Niu Tongtian couldn't help but say: "Master, you are really sick in the brain. If I were you, I would find a few ordinary women with thick waists and big arms, live honestly, and live a happy life is a beautiful thing."

"So you are not me, and if you and I exchange our identities, you will understand the bitterness in my heart." Niu Tongtian said sadly.

"Stop, stop talking about your childhood again. I don't understand, and Brother Li certainly doesn't want to hear it. We are almost at Longhu Temple. If you want to talk, just tell the master. Maybe the master will be soft-hearted and beat you for a few hours less." Niu Tongtian said hurriedly.

At 5 p.m., the three arrived at the gate of Longhu Temple.

Elder Niu had already sent people to wait at the foot of the mountain. After seeing the three, he immediately stepped forward and led the three to the mountain.

The whole mountain is the dojo of Longhu Temple. The mountain is called Jianglong Mountain. According to the monk who led the three, in ancient times, an evil dragon descended to the world and the people of Hanzhou were devastated.

An ascetic monk passed by Hanzhou and could not bear the suffering of the people, so he led the evil dragon to the mountain. After a battle, the evil dragon was killed and the dragon's blood was sprinkled all over the mountain, making the mountain a little magical.

After killing the evil dragon, the ascetic monk was too seriously injured and did not continue to walk in the world. Instead, he stayed and built a temple, which gradually evolved into the current Longhu Temple.

"It's an old story, and there's no way to verify it. I've lived on the Dragon Mountain for so many years, and I haven't found any magic in the mountain." Niu Tongtian said. He had heard the story of the ascetic monk subduing the evil dragon since he was a child. He believed it when he was a child. When he grew up and read the classics, he found that the Dragon and Tiger Temple was not founded by the ascetic monk at all, but was separated from the Leiyin Temple. The first generation of the abbot was once a Buddhist disciple of the Leiyin Temple.

The monk smiled and did not argue with Niu Tongtian. "The longer the story is spread, the greater the mistakes, but the truth of the past is often hidden in these old stories."

Li Jiuduo glanced at the monk. He always felt that the monk had something to say.

Not long after, the monk stopped and said to Li Jiu: "Donor, Elder Niu is waiting inside. You don't need to knock on the door, just go in directly."

Li Jiu nodded, and he was not polite. He pushed the door open and walked in.

The house was not big and very simple. The walls were black, and there were a few shabby cushions on the ground. It was completely different from the palace of the Han Palace.

Sitting on the deepest cushion was an old man as strong as an ox. He was tall and muscular. His arms were thicker than the average man's thighs. His muscles were not tense, but they were still bulging. His big hands held a string of Buddhist beads. The beads were of normal size, but in the old man's hands they looked like a child's toy.

"Are you Li Jiu?" Elder Niu said in a stern voice.

He took out the green elf fruit he had prepared in advance and put it on the ground. "This is what you want. The pure-blooded Kui Niu essence blood will be discussed later. I have something urgent to do."

After that, Elder Niu stood up, walked past Li Jiu, picked up Niu Tongtian, and walked to the small room at the back.

"Tongtian, you entertain Li Jiu first. I will have a good talk with my grandson." Elder Niu showed a cruel smile.

Niu Tongtian mourned for the young master in his heart. The old master was really angry this time and he probably wouldn't be soft-hearted. "Leave it to me."