Just after leaving the Mu Family Peach Grove, the Chongshan Alliance's flying boat was attacked by unknown monks.
The flying boat was destroyed with just one blow, and a black silk barrier blocked the way. Shenshan Qiuhua and others were immediately put into a dangerous situation.
"Hand over the goddess, I will not kill you."
A clear female voice sounded from the air.
An exquisite woman wrapped in red gauze slowly fell from above, with black hair spreading all around her head.
It turns out that the black threads that cut open the flying boat and formed a birdcage blocking everyone's way were all this person's hair.
"We should have no grudges against our seniors. Why did our seniors block our way?"
Elder Mu spoke solemnly. The man put heavy pressure on them just by looking at them.
The strength of both sides is obviously not on the same level.
"I have already said that I will hand over the goddess. Since you don't know how to praise me, you can't blame me."
The figure behind the gauze waved his hand, and three thousand black threads flew out, covering them.
Each black thread is condensed from extremely terrifying resentment and is extremely tough. Driven by the cold Yin Qi, each thread can exert terrifying power.
Elder Mu and others are the strongest but with golden elixir cultivation, and the sword techniques they use cannot stop the invasion of black hair.
They could only use flying swords and try their best to avoid within the hair cage.
But those hair strands grew even faster than their flying swords. In just a moment, there was no way to hide.
Just when they were about to be riddled with holes by these hair strands, a golden light suddenly appeared and cut off the black strands all over the sky.
When the golden light dissipates, you can clearly see that it is a Buddha's hand that seems to be made of gold.
"Amitabha, three thousand blue hairs are all troubled, doesn't the donor still realize it?"
The one who struck out the Buddha's hand was a strange golden statue that was half Buddha and half demon, sitting cross-legged on a bloody lotus platform, with a thousand hands on its back.
A Buddha's hand on the back of the golden statue struck out again, and with a single stroke in the soft Buddha's light, it easily cut off a large piece of the previously tough and unbreakable hair cage, exposing a gap for escape.
Elder Mu and others cupped their hands behind the golden statue to express their thanks, and then quickly escaped through the gap in the broken cage.
They turned into a few streaks of light and soon disappeared from sight.
The figure of the woman hidden between the red gauze and black hair fluttered and she wanted to chase her, but the golden statue appeared in front of her again and refused to give in.
"You, a monk, are so unreasonable. How can you stop me from being a prostitute? Does the master want to rob me of sex?"
"Huh? Where did you become a monk? I look familiar."
"Get out of the way. I'll make arrangements for you later. How about we have another one-night stand with you, the monk?"
The two Buddha's Hands just now easily cut off her thread of resentment. This made the woman in the red gauze full of fear of the person who blocked her path, and was unwilling to become an enemy.
But she tried to go around it several times, but she never succeeded. Seeing those sword lights flying farther and farther away, she also understood that she would not be able to catch the divine general without getting rid of this strange statue.
Female.
The female cultivator behind the red gauze carefully looked at the appearance of the statue, but she was slightly surprised.
This half-flesh, half-gold body, half-demon, half-Buddha thing doesn't look normal no matter how you look at it.
Moreover, she always felt like she had seen that face of Buddha and Demon symbiosis somewhere before.
"The poor monk accepted the good intentions of the female Bodhisattva, put down his butcher knife, and became a Buddha immediately. How about asking the female Bodhisattva to raise her noble hand and spare the donors?"
The clone of the statue remains unmoved, with hands clasped on the chest, and a face with Buddha eyes, pious eyes and evil eyes.
"I admire the monk's profound Dharma and I admire it. Since the monk has said so, then... just go and die!"
The female voice behind the red sand suddenly became ferocious and terrifying, and the black threads floating in the air were instantly soaked in blood, cutting and strangling towards the statue of the god in the middle.
When he took action, he was still enveloped in a thick ghostly aura and sinister wind. Such a move was simply not something a living person could perform.
Those hairs are filled with sorrow, pain and strong bloody murderous intent. When ordinary monks meet them, they will almost die if they touch them.
Even after being killed, there is no chance of being a ghost. It is an extremely vicious and cruel move.
But the statue's avatar held the flower in its hand, pinched a large piece of hair in its hand, and then rubbed it casually with its backhand.
These strands of hair, which are far more powerful than ordinary Xuan-level magic weapons, melt away like white snow under the spring sun.
This method of condensing negative emotions for one's own use is naturally useful against ordinary monks.
But within the body of the idol's clone, the endless worldly sufferings and chaotic wills are colliding all the time.
Such a profound enlightenment left behind Ananda's blood and tears, and he suddenly understood the clone of Ananda's idol. How could these evil thoughts be of any use in front of him.
"This is impossible! Who the hell are you!"
When the woman blocking the road saw that her grudges had been broken, she was shocked and angry, and launched an even more frenzied attack.
The ghostly aura that froze all living things spread in the air, and for a while the dark wind swept over the dark clouds and blocked the sun, turning the plain into a dead zone.
Threads of black-clawed ghost threads were swung towards the idol's clone, causing the air to be torn apart and whining.
But those attacks that could tear the sky and change the terrain were all blocked by a red lotus barrier.
"The poor monk Ananda Kassapa is willing to preach to the female Bodhisattva."
Several more Buddha and Demon palms shot out from behind, easily punching several holes in the hair all over the sky.
The woman behind the cloud of hair could only retreat in front of the palm of the Buddha and Demon. If she was blocked by the palm of the Buddha and Demon, she would be in serious trouble.
It's not like she hasn't seen Buddhist monks before. Those ordinary Buddha lights can at most compete with her resentment.
But how can a guy who is not very pious at first glance be so weird when he is obsessed with the Buddha and Demon community?
Her resentment towards the ghost king in the wasteland was completely restrained by the idol's clone, and she had no temper at all.
After beating for a long time, hearing the words "Chongshan League" stimulated her sensitive nerves again.
"Chongshan Alliance? What is your relationship with Jiang Li?"
What was somewhat surprising was that the unknown female cultivator actually called her by Jiang Li's name.
But why didn't Jiang Li remember that he knew such a powerful female cultivator?
"Donor Jiang Li is the leader of the Chongshan Alliance, and the female Bodhisattva is an old friend of the alliance leader?"
After hearing this name again, the blood-colored hair all over the sky suddenly shrank. Then an angry female voice came from it.
"Damn it! Just calm down!"
"I remember you, smelly monk! Don't let me hear that name again!"
As if there was something wrong with her body, the red gauze hidden between her hair quickly escaped into the distance.
The speed is very fast, which shows the urgency of the other party.
But contrary to expectations, a figure she least wanted to see now blocked her retreat at some point.
"Ms. Yang, why did we leave in such a hurry when we met?"
It was Jiang Li who had been hiding before.
The person in Taolinmu's home is basically a Jiuyou clone created by Jiang Li using the thirty-year longevity peach.
If you fool around for a while, it shouldn't be a problem.
But his true body was hidden in the coffin, and he followed Elder Mu and left the ten-mile peach forest in order to lure the snake out of its hole.
Unexpectedly, it was not the Nine Nether Tree in the Cemetery that was brought out, but such an old friend.
"It's you!"
The face of the woman under the red gauze changed drastically.
What she fears most is not the Buddha statue behind Jiang Lihe.
But after seeing Jiang Li, another will was awakened in the body.
"Don't come out! You are not allowed to come out!"
Two completely different expressions appear, competing for each other on the same face.
The original owner of this body resisted with all his strength, and most of the ghost king Yang Ruozhi's mind was involved. This body was not hers after all. It was affected, and her combat effectiveness plummeted.
At this moment, she was so desperate that another pale flame appeared in front of her.
Jiang Li waved his hand and fired out the cold flames of the ghost lamp, setting Yang Ruozhi's messy hair on fire.
The white color and flames also burned along the hair and toward the body.
Yang Ruozhi screamed, and the ghost energy that almost filled the sky disappeared instantly. The injured ghost king was frightened back by Jiang Li's cold flame of the ghost lantern.
She had seen this kind of flame when she was in the Ghost King Wasteland. She would still be sure to deal with this cold flame in its heyday, but she'd better save it now.
Yang Ruozhi shrank away, and the eyes of the woman behind the red gauze finally returned to clarity.
But it was so difficult to fight for the body of a ghost king. His eyes were full of exhaustion, and he couldn't even maintain the simplest control of the air. After calling out "Benefactor" in a daze, he fell downwards.
Jiang Lifei stepped forward and caught the thin figure wrapped in red gauze.
This person is Mu Yulan, an abandoned disciple of Qianhe Tower who Jiang Li rescued from the Ghost King Wasteland a few months ago.
I don’t know why I entered and appeared here. It seems that this unfortunate female nun has also experienced a lot of things during this period of time.
Feeling the body under the gauze, all the flesh and blood that had been cut off by those ghosts had grown back.
And the power within her body even frightened him.
She had not even formed a golden elixir at that time, but now she is a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator.
This is the advantage of having a grandpa or a big sister in your body.
That troublesome injury has recovered so quickly. The progress of his cultivation is so frightening.
The ghost king Yang Ruozhi is a terrifying existence that is superior to the god-transforming monks.
Although he suffered heavy losses in the melee with the Ghost King, his strength dropped significantly.
But as long as a small part of her power is released, it is enough to make Mu Yulan's cultivation level improve by leaps and bounds.
Just now, under Yang Ruozhi's personal control, he even showed exaggerated strength reaching the level of a god.
If Jiang Li hadn't restrained the ghost, it would have been very difficult to deal with it.
However, it is almost impossible to make up for this mottled Nascent Soul.
Yang Ruozhi, the elder sister, was not very qualified, and her attacks were a bit too ruthless.
If it weren't for Qianhelou's Zhongzhengping Kung Fu, Mu Yulan's foundation would be quite good.
At this moment, I'm afraid that Yang Ruozhi has already played to death.
Another hour later.
Mu Yulan slowly woke up from coma.
"Where am I?"
She has been suppressed by Yang Ruozhi for a long time and has been sleeping hard to wake up. Now she is still a little confused about the situation.
She only felt a stream of warmth pouring into her body from behind.
Looking back with difficulty, I saw a face that I miss day and night but dare not see.
"Well...my benefactor! Why are you here...go away! Go away! I will hurt you!"
Mu Yulan looked panicked, she knew her own affairs well.
After she separated from Jiang Li, she first destroyed a gathering place for casual cultivators engaged in human trafficking.
After relying on the blood food to recover from his injuries and part of his strength, he was bewitched by Yang Ruozhi and began to take revenge, attacking Qianhelou's fleet.
It was okay at the beginning, she still had control over her body.
But as the killings increased, Yang Ruozhi's strength quickly recovered. Before she could react, she was completely at a disadvantage.
I don’t know from which day Mu Yulan never woke up again.
It was like a dream, watching Yang Ruozhi use her body to do all kinds of things that she had never dared to think about.
For example, marrying many strange men and then sucking them dry completely in a coffin.
During this process, Mu Yulan's cultivation level unknowingly reached the Nascent Soul level, but she didn't feel happy at all.
Because if nothing happens, she will most likely never wake up again.
Until I met Jiang Li again.
The deflated Yang Ruozhi retracted her body, and Mu Yulan learned that she was awake, but her first thought was that she was still afraid that Jiang Li would be harmed by Yang Ruozhi.
"It's okay, I don't think she dares to come out now."
Jiang Li raised his hand and released the cold flames of the ghost lamp again, and the white flames shone on the other person's face.
Mu Yulan could hear Yang Ruozhi yelling in her body.
Only then did she remember the scene of Yang Ruozhi being deflated just now.
It turned out that Jiang Li saved her again.
However, even the ghost king is afraid of Jiang Li, and his benefactor is indeed powerful.
"My benefactor saved my life twice, but Mu Yulan repaid the favor with revenge. He deserves to die!"
Mu Yulan turned over and knelt down towards Jiang Li, raising her hand to slap her on the head.
Firstly, it was to atone for Jiang Li, and secondly, she was afraid that Yang Ruozhi would snatch her body again, and she couldn't believe what she would do.
But the hand that turned into a crane claw was stopped by Jiang Li. The strong palm stopped her suicidal move in front of her forehead.
"So your name is Mu Yulan, so Yang Ruozhi must be the one just now."
"Those are not your original intentions, don't take them to heart."
The name the other party told him before was Yang Ruozhi.
He just pretended that he had just known about it, smiled and forgave her for what she had done.
"Can you tell me why Yang Ruozhi suddenly attacked the Chongshan Alliance's flying boat?"
Although she was not the one who controlled the body before, Mu Yulan still looked remorseful, obviously feeling ashamed of Jiang Li.
After adjusting his mood for a while, he recalled it again and said.
"I don't remember very clearly what happened before. I only remember that it seemed that my body's yang energy was getting weaker and weaker, and my yang life span was about to end."
"For some reasons, Yang Ruozhi cannot separate from me easily, so she wants to get the longevity peaches from the Mu family to extend our lifespan."
"While snatching the invitation, she met a strange Taoist priest. He said that at the core of the Mu family, there is a spiritual fruit called flat peach, which can completely restore our injuries and strength."
"That's why they temporarily cooperated together. He also asked Yang Ruozhi to attack the flying boat in order to snatch a daughter descended from the gods."