On the Ethereal Mountain, there is no rule that monks must not kill each other.

However, under normal circumstances, the monks who live on the Ethereal Mountain are extremely well-behaved and harmonious. Everyone was beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell, not to mention a grasshopper on a rope, one glory and one loss, but it can be regarded as people who fell together, and they should huddle together to keep warm and find a way out.

But when encountering a person like Fu Long, with Dongfang Mo's character, he will inevitably behead the other party to prevent future troubles.

When he thought of this in his heart, he planned to ask the four palace maids to find out on his behalf who the Fulong Saint was and what his daily life style was.

What made him other than that these four palace maids seemed to have known about Fulong Saint for a long time, and immediately told Dongfang Mo what they knew about Fulong Saint.

From the mouths of these palace maids, he learned more detailed information about Fulong Saint than Xiao Li told him.

It turns out that this person is lustful, in addition to changing palace maids every day, and kidnapping another female cultivator, he will go to the city every few days to have a happy life, and places like Qinglou are the ones he frequents the most.

After hearing this, Dongfang Mo had some admiration for Nafu Dragon Sage's style, it seemed that this person was really inseparable from women every day, and he was even hungrier than Elder Chu of the Qingling Dao Sect.

Moreover, Fulong Sheng's strength is strong, so he acts arrogantly and has no scruples.

After learning about each other's situation from these four palace maids, Dongfang Mo took Qing Mulan and Mu Han to the second floor, and finally stepped into the bedroom.

The four palace maids prepared food for the three of them.

He hadn't been a mortal for thousands of years, and Dongfang Mo couldn't remember what it was like to have three meals a day, which made him a little unaccustomed.

Sitting at a table, he looked at Qing Mulan and Mu Han, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Qing, Elder Mu Han, just now for the sake of the two of you, but I offended a great enemy. You should know that Poor Dao has always cut grass and eradicated the roots on weekdays, and since he has formed a relationship with the other party, he must be made a dead man. And in these eighteen layers of hell, the means of the poor Dao are all restricted, so I want to ask, do you two have any means that can help the poor Dao to behead the Nafu Dragon Saint. ”

After finishing speaking, he listened to Dongfang Mo and said: "Compared with the poor Dao, I think you shouldn't want to fall into the hands of the Fulong Saint." So if you have any means or hole cards, don't hide it, helping the poor is also helping yourself. ”

After hearing his words, Qing Mulan said: "When the two of us fell into these eighteen layers of hell, they had no external objects, and I think this point could not be clearer to the junior brother. ”

At this point, she remembered the situation when she had nothing to do with Mu Han that day, and her face turned slightly red.

Then she continued: "And if there is any means, I am afraid it will ......."

Aomulan paused as she spoke.

"I'm afraid it's been used on the poor road for a long time, right?" Dongfang Mo asked with a smile.

Seeing the smile on his face, Aomulan showed a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, but what she wanted to say was indeed this.

Dongfang Mo ignored her embarrassment, and instead touched his chin.

He just asked with a tentative mentality, and he didn't think that the second daughter could really come up with any treasures.

However, if the second daughter didn't, then he might have to find a way to get the idea out of the other monks. And even the candidate, he has already thought about it, that is, separation.

The other party stepped into the eighteenth layer of hell with the appearance of an old woman, but he was able to rush to this ethereal mountain of the Liang Imperial Court, and there must be two brushes. After all, he has encountered a lot of bandits on the road, and it should not be possible for Xiaoli to have a smooth ride along the way.

Therefore, in the hands of Xiao Li, there may be some means that can help him kill the Fulong Saint.

Moreover, he had previously learned from the mouth of the Fulong Saint that a person who was sealed in the eighteenth layer of hell would only be suppressed by the innate physical power, and a person like him who cultivated the physical strength to an extremely strong point would be severely suppressed, which was also the reason why he was invincible to the Fulong Saint. If he hadn't been proficient in a little martial arts, I'm afraid he would have suffered just now.

If it is said that the power of the innate body, in his opinion, I am afraid that all the monks of this Ethereal Mountain combined, will not be able to withstand this Demon Clan monk. Because the Demon Clan cultivators should be the strongest race in their time and space, and there is no one.

The old woman who looked trembling was going to slaughter more than ten of their monks, and it was probably not much more difficult than slaughtering more than ten chickens.

And Dongfang Mo has already thought about it, if it really doesn't work, he can still use poison.

In the eighteen layers of hell, monks are actually almost the same as mortals, and the use of poison should be effective.

In fact, in the Dongfang Ink Storage Bag and the Demon Suppression Diagram in the palm of the hand, there are at least more than ten kinds of poisons against the monks, and each of them is extremely poisonous, which can be said to be a bloody throat.

It's just that he doesn't have mana, so he can't take the poison out of it.

As soon as he thought of poison, Dongfang Mo instantly became vigilant.

He was thinking about how to deal with Nafu Dragon Saint at the moment, maybe the other party was also thinking about the same problem, so he must take strict precautions.

It's just that there are only thieves every day, but there is no reason to prevent thieves every day.

The sooner you behead the other party, the sooner you can breathe a sigh of relief.

As soon as he thought of this, ruthlessness appeared in Dongfang Mo's eyes. In his opinion, now is the best time to kill the other party.

Now that the Dragon Saint is injured, he would never have imagined that he would be killed immediately. hit the opponent by surprise, but there is no small certainty that the opponent will be killed.

Otherwise, when he is ready, the other party may also be fully prepared. And maybe the other party will attack him before he makes a move.

Dongfang Mo stood up with a sigh, looked at Qing Mulan and Mu Han beside him, and said, "Go back when you go to the poor road." ”

Then he left the place directly, but through the side door, and quietly came to the attic next to it.

I hope that before the meal, I can behead the Nafu Dragon Saint.

After the palace maid's confession, Dongfang Mo saw Xiao Li again.

"Dongfang Daoyou, it's only been less than a quarter of an hour, isn't there something going on?" After seeing him, he only heard Xiao Li ask.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, "Actually, this time, I want to ask Daoyou for a favor." ”

"How can you help?"

"I want to ask a friend to help Poor Dao kill someone!"

As soon as Dongfang Mo's voice fell, Xiao Li frowned, and then only heard her smile grimly: "Could it be that Fulong Saint?" ”

"Exactly!" Dongfang Mo nodded.

Next, he told the other party about the other party's previous visit and his injury and retreat, and told him about it.

After Dongfang Mo finished speaking, Xiao Li said: "Dongfang Daoist friend is too much to look up to the old body, do you think that my body bones can deal with the Fu Dragon Saint!" ”

"Daoist friends don't need to be so modest," Dongfang Mo said, "Poor Dao knows that in these eighteen layers of hell, the power of the innate body will not be suppressed, and Daoyou is from the Demon Clan, so I think among all the monks in the Ethereal Mountain, there is no one who is your opponent." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Li glanced at him meaningfully, and then said: "In these eighteen layers of hell, the old body will not kill people at will. ”

"Why is that?" Dongfang Mo asked.

"This may affect the departure of the old man in the future." Apostasy.

Dongfang Mo looked at her, and after a moment, he smiled, "What conditions does Xiao Daoyou have, although you can mention it." ”

Xiao Li looked at him and said with a smile: "It's not that the old body is making fun of you, what can Dongfang Daoyou come up with to impress the old body right now." ”

Dongfang Mo's face twitched, and then he said, "Poor Dao has an elixir in his hand that replenishes mana. ”

"An elixir that replenishes mana in the body?" Xiao Li looked at him strangely, and then said, "That thing doesn't work for us monks here, because the old body has taken it. ”

"Oh?" Dongfang Mo was a little surprised, the secret path is not only useful to mortals.

Immediately, he thought of the scene where Yang Qingrong took some liquor contaminated with the smell of pills that day, and guessed that it might really be the case.

Seeing that ordinary means could not impress Xiao Li, Dongfang Mo suddenly thought about it when he moved.

I only heard him say: "As long as the Daoist friends are willing to help, the poor Dao can tell you a way, which can let you get rid of the pursuit of the Demon Clan and the Nightmare from now on." ”

As soon as Dongfang Mo's voice fell, Xiao Li's triangular eyes suddenly revealed a fine light, and he only heard her say: "What is the way?" ”

"This is a pass that must be sold first." Dongfang Mo is unfathomable.

"You and I have dealt with each other so many times, isn't it true that Dongfang Daoyou still doesn't know the old body. As long as your method is feasible, the old body will not say a word, and immediately behead the Fulong Saint for you. ”

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo fell into thought, and then he nodded, which he trusted him to have in his absence.

It's just that when he thinks of that method, even with his face, he is a little ashamed to say it.

I saw him leaning closer, his lips moving slightly, and whispering his way.

After listening to his words, the look of hope on Xiao Li's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression became extremely blue.

"Get out!"

In the next breath, she looked at Dongfang Mo and let out an angry voice.

And even with her wrinkled black face, there was a faint hint of shame with a flush.