"Ling'er, you have been transformed by me, and you have only been a demon for a few years, and your demon power is still shallow, almost the same as mortals, but you are a dragonfly into a demon, and among the demons in our Gathering Immortal Building, it is better for you to count the flying skills. I want you to circle over the lotus pond tomorrow, attract the monk of the river, and lead him to chase you, and you will fly north. After speaking, the Fengqi Palace Lord pointed out the names of several demons one after another, and then said: "A few of you, go to the Hidden Fog Mountain in the north now, and when Ling'er attracts the monk, you will get rid of him." She was worried that a few banshees would leak their demonic energy after leaving the Juxian Building at this time, so she asked them to take the Demon Crystal with them before leaving. In this way, the plan is feasible. If the Jiangliu monk died in the Hidden Fog Mountain in the north, the Imperial City Mage would not track him down to the river town.

The next day, a ray of sunlight from the east shone on the lotus flower, and the dragonfly on the lotus leaf flapped its wings, as if it had just woken up. The early morning of this day seemed to be too active, and the dragonflies that inhabited the ten-mile lotus pond were flying in the sun, and they numbered hundreds and thousands, and they were densely hovering over the lotus pond.

"Husband, let's go back to the house," Li Zhiqing took Huang Lang's hand and said gently, "It's time for breakfast." ”

"Well," Huang Lang replied softly, and then walked into the house, "The lady chef has come home today, and Madame is still used to eating." ”

"Don't worry, I want to change the taste. ”

After breakfast, Huang Lang said goodbye to his wife and came to the old house alone. Huang San was already waiting there, and there was a cage behind him, covered with a cloth.

"Young master," Huang San said, "The goods have been delivered, and the goods will be escorted by you personally." ”

"What's that?"

"A pig. ”

Huang Lang snorted dissatisfiedly, "A beast also wants me to escort it personally! Intentionally humiliating me, who is the owner of the goods?"

"Young master, don't be angry," Huang San tore a crack in the cloth on the cage, "Young master, please see, this is not an ordinary pig." ”

Huang Lang approached to check, under the cloth cover, the pig had fangs, it seemed to be a wild boar, but the wild boar was covered with black hair, and the pig was as white as ice and snow, and its body had lines intertwined, which was obviously a spiritual creature in the mountains.

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the white-veined tooth beast really exists!" Huang Lang asked, "Where to send it?"

"On Su Mountain, someone will answer when the time comes. ”

"Have you seen the owner of the goods?" Huang Lang asked again, "This kind of spiritual thing is hard to find, so who is the owner of the goods?"

"The man was wearing a cloak, and I didn't see it clearly, but I felt a chill emanating from him. ”

Huang Lang didn't bother anymore, walked to the side of the carriage, put the cage on the cage, and set off from the back door on horseback. This thing is precious, and the escort must be secret, so there are no servants to follow, only Huang San escorts behind the beast cage. The two bypassed the Hezhen Road and set off from the small road south of Xiaofang Mountain, and it would take six days to go to Sushan.

7

The pagoda on Su Mountain is as white as a cloud, there are seven layers up and down, there are more than ten copper bells on each layer, the breeze blows, those copper bells will jingle the bells and bells non-stop, and the crisp sound surrounds the whole temple. Su Mountain is steep, the pagoda temple is far away from the fireworks of the world, occasionally there are hunters passing by, but they never stay here, because the bald people in the temple never welcome guests. There is no Buddha statue in the pagoda temple, the monks also have no scriptures, the whole temple is thirty-two people, there is no Buddhist scriptures in the chest, but there is a bald face. They are just messengers guarding the evil demons under the tower, and they are also practicing spells that strengthen the seal of the pagoda.

Outside the temple was overgrown with weeds, and the morning dew seemed particularly peaceful here, but soon the dew was disturbed. A man in a black robe and a hat on his head stepped on the dew to the gate of the monastery. He didn't knock on the door, just jumped lightly and quietly fell into the courtyard.

There was silence all around, and all the monks were going to bed early, but soon, they noticed the arrival of an uninvited guest, so their voices were restless, and everyone hurriedly got up, and they didn't even bother to put on their clothes, so they came to the courtyard with a long stick of purple wood, and surrounded the black-robed man tightly.

"Who's coming?" asked the leading monk. The rest of the people were all on standby, holding the purple sticks firmly at the comer.

"People?heh!" The black-robed man exuded a cold aura, and his voice was like ice, making the listener shiver unconsciously, "You wait for the bald donkey to also be a mage guarding the pagoda, how can you not detect the demonic energy on my body!"

"Array," the leading monk gave an order, and the monks immediately moved back and forth, each standing in a fixed position.

These 32 people are divided into four groups, one group each in the east, west, south and north, each group of eight people, which also occupies eight directions. The monks pointed at the head of the stick, and surrounded the black-robed demon tightly.

"I am here on the orders of the Dragon King to rescue the Heavenly Insect Zhuo Niu who has been trapped for ten years. He sneered, "There are many bald donkeys in the imperial city, and I don't want to be an enemy of them." But if you dare to stop me, you will die a terrible death. ”

"Hugh has to say more. You demon, leave quickly, otherwise your demon body will be destroyed. ”

"Instead, we must see the ability of the disciples and grandchildren of the Jiangliu monks. ”

"Fix the demon formation," the monks shouted. The thirty-two monks immediately gave birth to mana, gathered in the air, and immediately a golden tripod appeared in the air, suspended, emitting golden light, and the spiritual power of all directions continued to gather into the golden tripod, and the black-robed demon writhed painfully under the golden light. In that year, Master Jiang Liu was invited to the imperial city by the national teacher because of the merits of sealing Zhuo Niu, and when he left, he left the "Demon Ding Array" to help his disciples guard the temple.

At this time, the Demon Ding Array was released, and the black-robed demon struggled, and then its original form was revealed, and under the black robe, there was a big snake with a black body. This demon, named Mo Li, possessed by black scales, and a long worm, belongs to the Dragon Underground Palace, and the dragon pattern faintly visible on the snake's back is proof.

Mo Yan was extremely passive under the power of the Demon Formation, and the dazzling golden light made him unable to see, as if even his entire body became numb under the golden light, and his consciousness slowly disappeared. He was careless. Many years ago, he had contact with the mages of the Imperial City, and he felt that those monks were just like this, so that he could take these inaccessible river disciples more lightly, but at this moment, he was caught off guard by the enemy and showed his original form.

"Demon magic, black mist. ”

Mo Yan hurriedly urged the demonic power, and spewed out a steady stream of black smoke from the snake's mouth, and in a moment the black smoke was shrouded, and the black fog was dense all around, and the golden light of the formation disappeared here.

"Poisonous!"

"Hold your breath!"

The monks were a little flustered, but they still worked together to maintain the formation, but it didn't take long for them to be exhausted due to suffocation, and the power of the Demon Determination Array slowly decreased.

"Demon magic, Black Shadow. "Ink snaked its body, swimming extremely fast in the black smoke. Thick with black smoke, this is his battlefield. His figure is uncatchable in the black fog. One by one, the monks were attacked by his fangs in the black fog and fell to the ground poisoned.

The screams of the last monk disappeared in the monastery, and Mo Gong collected the demon spell, and the snake body burrowed into the black robe again, and then the black robe slowly puffed up, and he changed back to his original human appearance. Around him, the corpses of the monks lay horizontally, all with black faces, which was particularly terrifying.

Mo Yan took two steps, picked up the hat on the ground, still wore it on his head, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed a handful on the chest of each monk, and the black qi on the faces of those monks disappeared, and then stood up one by one, but they were all bloodless. This is Mo Yan who applied walking corpse poison to the corpses of the monks, and this group of dead corpses has other uses for him.