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Xingchen was still in the fog, the bear monster had already cut off the head of the Blood Devouring Heavenly Demon, the demon was already terrifying, so bloody, but Xingchen didn't dare to look directly, he waved his hand and said, "Cover it up!"

However, this high-flying, arrogant and arrogant blood-devouring demon died like this, and it really made Xingchen feel a little incredible, he stepped forward and accepted the immortal order, maybe it was the divine power of this token that subdued him, this token is so important, it must be properly kept, Xingchen thought secretly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the bear monster buried the corpse of the Futu Daoist, Xingchen went back to the Shura Sword Sect with it.

Soon after they left, a wind swept through the forest, and then a bright light fell to the ground, and after a wisp of green smoke, it transformed into a human form, compared with other incomplete monsters, this monster was closer to human form, his face was delicate, his eyebrows were bright, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes were like cold stars. This monster is none other than the Demon Lord of Change.

The Hundred Variations Demon Monarch learned that the Floating Tu Daoist of the Ferris Sect was killed, and now he found that this Blood-Devouring Heavenly Demon was executed, but the Hundred Variations Demon Monarch was ownerless for a while, and he saw that the Hundred Variations Demon Monarch changed his body, and he became the head of the Floating Tu Daoist of the Ferris Sect, and he stroked his beard, stared at the little demon who was following him and asked, "Does the Poor Dao become like?"

The little demon bowed down and arched his hand: "Like, it's really like it, even the accent and tone of his speech are imitated vividly!"

The Hundred Variations Demon Monarch smiled upward, pointed at the little demon who was with him, and a golden light flashed, and the little demon also became the appearance of a disciple of the Ferris Sect, dressed up, eyebrows and eyes, very close, and also carrying a long sword in his hand.

The Demon King of Variety said to the little demon: "You follow me to the Heavenly Sect, now the Heavenly Sect is the world of this great king." ”

"The king's thoughts, the little ones understand!" The little demon arched his hand, his face was happy, his eyebrows were smiling, and he happily followed behind the Changeable Demon King, and the two monsters, one after the other, walked towards the main peak of the Sky Sect.

At the foot of the mountain of this Sky Sect, there is also a team of disciples who protect the mountains and patrol the forest, and they see from a distance that this Hundred Changing Demon Monarch has become a Futu Daoist, all of them bow their hands and greet with a smile: "Good teaching."

The little demon also spoke with the accent of the disciples of the Ferris Sect, and said to the disciples who patrolled the mountain: "The senior brothers have worked hard to patrol the mountain, and they will drink with everyone another day." ”

The disciple who patrolled the mountain saw that the disciple that this little demon had transformed into was a new face, so he said one by one: "This disciple is really clever in his mouth, no wonder he is following behind the master, he is so young, if he becomes a cronie of the master, the future is limitless." ”

One of the disciples patrolling the mountain was suspicious in his heart: "Isn't this sect leader's cronies his nephew Ling Huzhuang?

"His nephew Ling Hu Zhuang, a god and ghost, loves to play tricks on people the most, probably because he has been in retreat all day long and cultivates evil skills, so he has no time to come out and show his face, but this cronie is going to be kind for a lot of miles!" another disciple who patrolled the mountain explained, and a group of them, you and I, came talking and laughing.

The little demon turned his head and stared at the back of the group of mountain patrol disciples, and said to the Hundred Variety Demon Monarch: "King, this group of disciples don't know anything about things, they must be talking about us in private!"

The Hundred Variations Demon Monarch turned his head and looked at the little demon and said, "Before I go to this mountain, I want to tell you to answer everything when asked by others, don't have too many questions, and don't give too many explanations to others." Remember the truth that if you say too much, you will lose. ”

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But it was said that in the Heavenly Sect, dozens of disciples collected the corpses of the Futu Daoist into the coffin, and only the fox was strong and wore filial piety, but few disciples were willing to come out to take charge.

That Ling Hu Zhuang ordered all the disciples to put the corpse of the Futu Daoist outside the Sanxing Palace, and personally set up the altar to practice, and recited some spells and burned some fire talismans for the Futu Daoist's supernatural soul, but Ling Hu Zhuang also knew that he did not have the ability to rise to death and rebirth, not to mention that the Futu Daoist's limbs were separated, and the death was miserable.

After the practice was completed, they invited some people who specialized in funeral white affairs at the foot of the mountain, mourning and miserable, crying, playing and singing, until midnight, and only two or three disciples were left in the mourning hall.

At this time, the moon is on the willows, the moon is dim, and there is silence all around, no one expected that there will be strange things in this mourning hall. I saw a white light running out of the mourning hall, but this white light was transformed by the Variety Demon Monarch.

The Hundred Variations Demon Monarch was not in a hurry to show his body first, but just recited a trick and used a hypnotic method, the disciples of the Guardian Hall were already very tired because they had not slept during the day, and they were disturbed by this hypnotic method, only to see them yawning for a long time, listless, drooping their eyelids, and falling asleep on the table nearby.

At this time, the Demon Monarch of Variety appeared, and he paced into the spirit hall, followed by the little demon, who had already turned into a disciple of the Ferris Sect.

The Demon Monarch of Hundred Transformations spread his hands evenly, gestured at the coffin containing the bones of the Futu Dao man, and cast a shift*, the golden light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse inside had been moved to the wilderness.

Then he turned back to the little demon and said, "When the king enters the coffin, you can wake up the disciples who are guarding the spirit, and I will put on a good show for them to resurrect the dead and make them play!"

The little demon was secretly amused, and made a serious expression and said to the Hundred Variety Demon Monarch: "Respect the king's order, you will never dare to slack off, the king please rest assured, everything here will be handed over to me!"

The Demon Monarch nodded, smiled with great satisfaction, turned into a beam of light, and rushed into the coffin at once.

The little demon looked around again, and saw that there was no one around, and knew that things were in order, so he walked up to the disciple who was sleeping soundly, pushed and shouted: "Get up, get up, keep the spirit, you are still sleeping in the mourning hall, and I am not afraid that the soul-seeking person will catch the wrong one, and I will arrest all of you." ”

Those disciples woke up suddenly, and when they looked at the disciple in front of them, the little demon turned into a disciple with a very faceted face and said, "Which disciple are you from, you look very angry!"

The little demon smiled and said: "New here, take care of me, but I heard that there are too few disciples of this spirit guard, and I was afraid that something would happen, so I made an application to the above, so I hurried over." ”

The disciples who were guarding the spirit all sighed: "But they said that this is not a chore, but they can't sleep and rest, and they can't keep up their spirits during the day, but they have a reward of silver, and it is worth keeping it all night." ”

The little demon looked left and right, stepped forward and said, "Since the senior brothers are so tired and can't keep up their spirits, I'll tell you a few ghost stories and give you a boost, how about it?"

One of the disciples who was guarding the spirit smiled and said, "Just say it, there are no timid people here, if you are timid, where can you dare to come to guard the spirit!"

The little demon grinned, blinked and said, "Then I'll tell a story about the wake, don't be cowardly and hide, if any of the cowards want to dodge, how about everyone let him sleep next to the coffin tonight?"

The disciples of the Guardian Soul all came to the end, nodded and clapped their hands one by one, and said, "Okay, okay, talk quickly!"

The little demon paused, cleared his throat and said: "Listen, once upon a time, there was a mountain village, an old man died, the old man because of his age, but no one to support, so he hanged himself, after the old man died, naturally his three sons to keep the spirit, although the three sons were unwilling, but thought that people died, just keep a night, and they passed." That night, his three sons were in the mourning hall, as soon as they came to the mourning hall began to sleep, the third child woke up the first to find that the eldest and the second child were sticking out their tongues, and their expressions looked very terrifying. So he woke up the eldest and the second, and told them about it, and both the eldest and the second said that it was too evil, because he dreamed that the old man was sticking out his tongue at him, so he himself began to stick out his tongue too. There is a saying in this village that a hanged person will become a ghost with a long tongue. So the eldest and the second were scared, and at this time, they found that the lid of the coffin was not properly covered, and a little crack was opened, so they asked the third child to cover the coffin, and the third child couldn't refuse, so the three began to excuse each other. While they were still prevaricating, a red cloth appeared in the crack of the coffin and hung outside. The third man said that the old man was wearing a black shroud when he died, and how could there be a red cloth shirt hanging outside, so the lord boldly stepped forward to see that there was a red tongue hanging in the slit......

The disciples listened attentively, but the little demon didn't speak, and he said to the disciples: "Which of you go and see, there is a gap in the coffin!"

All the disciples waved their hands and shook their heads, unwilling to go, but a bold disciple came out and said, "If you don't go, I'll go, what's so terrible about this, you are all a bunch of cowards." So saying, he took out a talisman from his bosom, walked to the coffin, and pasted it around the coffin.

He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, just rely on my runes, don't care what kind of fierce gods and evil ghosts he is, teach them not to think of it!"

One of the disciples pointed to the coffin and said, "Brother, you are making a big joke, I don't know if my eyes are not good, or what, this coffin is still moving!"

These disciples were all nervous, beads of sweat were densely packed on their foreheads, and they clenched the Dao sword tightly, staring at the coffin, only to see the little demon step forward, waved his hand to the disciples and said, don't panic, let me go and take a look!"

With that, he stepped forward, pressed the lid of the coffin, lifted it, poked his head into the coffin, and said, "Come and see, everyone, have you come back to life?"

The Futu Daoist who turned into a Hundred Variety Demon Monarch lay in the coffin, coughed lightly, sat up with a pale face, stroked his chest and said, "It's not breathable here, it's suffocating to the poor." ”

"No one is dead!"

"With such a high level of cultivation, how could you die so easily, you are too naïve to think about it!"

"What a blessing!" ......

The disciples were talking in the mourning hall, and the little demon served the Demon King of Variety to come out of the coffin, and instructed the disciples to prepare some tea and rice.

After eating the tea and dinner, the Demon Monarch of Hundred Transformations was full of energy, and waved his hand to the disciples: "You have sent an order, saying that the poor Dao is not dead, and the Transformation Spirit Hall has been demolished, and I am still in charge of the affairs of this Sky Sect." ”

The disciples did as they were told, but there were still a few suspicious and suspicious disciples who were secretly observing whether this Futu Daoist was possessed by demons, but when they saw that he was breathing evenly and there was a shadow on the ground, they also believed it. After all, they are mortals with the naked eye, where can they see that this Futu Daoist in front of them is a monster?

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