Chapter 205 Disguise Yourself as a Mahayana Monk

At this time, in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, Night Owl, who was struck by lightning, was hiding in an uninhabited cave to recuperate.

Even though he had already been bombarded by thunder, he was still beaten badly when he was caught off guard.

The hair was scorched and standing on end, exuding a strong burnt smell.

His face was even darker and brighter, with a faint red light, indicating that he was about to be ripped apart.

There were countless holes in the clothes on his body, the most exaggerated one was on his heart, where he was hit directly with a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl.

"Ah! His grandma, after finally going out for a trip, she is so unlucky!"

Ye Xiao was so angry that he vomited a large mouthful of black blood.

This was the waste blood he vomited out after he was healed. After vomiting, his whole body felt much refreshed.

Such a serious injury, after just a few weeks of recovery, he was already almost healed.

The cave he was in at this time was once the place where the big demon was imprisoned. I think back then, he and the demon girl had a wonderful time here.

After he was seriously injured, he subconsciously ran here.

Apparently he sees this as a place to lick his wounds.

"well……"

He looked at this dusty place and sighed in his heart.

If the final outcome is a fight to the death with Shushan, he shouldn't kill the demon girl, but rather keep her alive.

Ye Xiao regretted it very much, and this regret made him hate the people of Shushan even more.

"Hmph! The person who caused the thunder disaster today must die. If someone doesn't take action at night, it will be a bloodbath in Shushan."

He could not forget the days when he was chased like a lost dog, nor could he forget the difficult years of struggling to survive after losing his cultivation.

Everything Shushan gave him, he would let them pay with blood.

Night Owl was angry when he suddenly realized that he was here to chase a small beast.

At that time, he was under Wangxing Cliff, toying with the fate of those monsters.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt the aura of the witch.

In the beginning, he went through a lot of trouble to kill him.

At this time, the precious demon pill was still in his hand.

Compared with the demon elixir that is about the size of a dove egg of ordinary demon beasts, the demon elixir of the big demon is ridiculously large, as big as a goose egg.

And such a goose egg, now in his hand, exudes a charming halo.

Even after a thousand years, facing each other day by day, he still regarded this pill as his enemy, turned it into the demon girl's clone, and hated it with all his heart.

However, just now, he actually smelled the scent of the witch.

The first reaction was that the demon girl was resurrected and even went to Shushan.

He didn't care about the hatred between the witch and Shushan. He only knew that he hated the witch for playing Wuhen, and he wanted to find the witch and kill her.

After being struck by this lightning bolt, he forgot this very important thing.

He sat down cross-legged and took the time to continue treating the injury.

This side, Yulin Peak.

After learning that Gu Yanhui was going to be promoted to Mahayana, Lu Xueying was naturally curious about whether it was true or not, and decided to stay to see the results, and by the way, she also gave some advice on Yulin Peak's practice.

As a result, she found that she could not give any advice.

As for Ji Tong's realm of physical training, it was understandable that she couldn't give him any guidance. She had already tried it on the way to the wilderness, but couldn't help.

Then the only choice is to change Yun Chenchen.

This guy is a beast master. Lu Xueying has not studied this and cannot give useful guidance. She is a pure swordsman.

Then switch to Wu Xie. As a result, Wu Xie followed the path of Yin Xie, and Yu's sword was also a bone sword, which made her realize that it was weird.

Then there was only one choice. When it was An Shiqiu's turn, An Shiqiu was very interested in it. He immediately asked Lu Xueying if he could dress up like her.

After learning that An Shiqiu could use one-tenth of the makeup host's ability to defend herself against enemies after putting on makeup, Lu Xueying thought about it and agreed.

Because she simply didn't believe that anyone in this world could paint herself exactly like her. The key was that An Shiqiu was a man.

And even if the opponent has one-tenth of her strength, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

However, when she actually saw someone who was almost the same as herself, she still couldn't help but be amazed.

The two of them stood together. Except for their different clothes, they were basically twins. There was no difference at all.

"You don't care if your appearance is the same, but you can even make your height, fatness and weight exactly the same. How dare you talk to me?"

An Shiqiu raised his hand, covered the smile on his lips in a very feminine way, and then said: "Senior Lu, listen to what I said, does it sound right? Hehe..."

Lu Xueying was extremely speechless, "I didn't expect that the voice is similar. The only thing that doesn't look the same is probably the cultivation level."

When An Shiqiu heard this, he immediately took out an ordinary sword and said to Lu Xueying: "Senior Lu, try it with me and you will know how far it is!"

Lu Xueying also had this intention and wanted to test how powerful this counterfeit was.

As a result, during this trial, the two of them fought together and really tested the depth for her.

What An Shiqiu borrowed was not just 10% of his power, but also a move.

In a desperate situation, this is simply a counterattack.

How many people in this world can withstand borrowing a Mahayana move to fight against the enemy?

Even fellow Mahayana monks could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge when faced with this move.

If he can keep up his efforts and take a few more moves, even if he is just a young monk who can form pills, he will be an extremely extraordinary existence.

Lu Xueying changed from being dismissive at first to appreciating him.

The juniors in Shushan are in full bloom, each with their own splendor, which is naturally something worth celebrating.

An Shiqiu was naturally happy to get such benefits this time. After following him on a trip to the wilderness, he was an unknown person with no sense of existence.

And because he was not familiar with Lu Xueying, he was embarrassed to ask her.

Unexpectedly, thanks to Master's blessing, this good thing can be achieved, and I am extremely happy.

To be honest, he had been thinking about Lu Xueying's appearance and posture, striving to reproduce it perfectly. It took him half a year to achieve the amazing look at this moment.

It's not like you can just take a casual look and find them in a cluster.

In his opinion, Lu Xueying is already the most powerful monk in this continent, and the highest level he can come into contact with. If nothing else, his journey of disguise seems to have come to an end.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became confused and didn't know which direction he should take next.

Now that it's been like this, does he still need to go into seclusion?

Or should I give up my own way of disguise and concentrate on the sect’s path of sword cultivation?

Ji Tong only glanced at him and already understood the crux of his problem, and directly handed over a painting he drew. (End of chapter)