Chapter 271: The Master of Burial Love? The Divine Monk Huaikong

The next morning.

In the cave of the Shui Tribe's side hall.

In the fast-flowing river, a dragon shadow surged upstream, stirring up large white waves. Occasionally, it quickly dodged the rocks in the river.

The water flow was getting faster and faster, but the singing dragon in the water was never washed away by the waves.

Speed ​​has always been Xiao Li's shortcoming.

Now that he has transformed into the body of a singing dragon, with just a little practice in the water, he feels like he has divine help.

bump--

The water exploded, and the dragon's shadow soared into the sky, turning into a shirtless boy in mid-air.

Under the sunlight, Tianjiao Xiaoli's upper body has strong muscles, but it still has a streamlined beauty, which reminds people of a cheetah, and there is also a vague black light. It is obvious that he is not big, but it makes people feel that it is difficult to shake.

The shadow of the dragon behind him made the young man even more majestic and extraordinary.

This can be seen in the expressions of the banshees not far away.

"The demon clan is indeed gifted."

Shaking off the water drops on his body, Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

His current speed in the water is slightly slower than Huang Donglai's speed on land.

The benefits are huge.

But there are also disadvantages.

Uncle Chen comes here for a longer time every morning, and many restless thoughts pop up in his mind...

Every time.

In order to have clear thoughts, classmate Xiao Li can only observe the Bingtuozi in his mind... the map of ascending to immortality and becoming a Taoist, and using the moonlight to clear his mind.

However, there is no growth in the spirit soul, and the demon clan can no longer observe other divine thoughts.

"No wonder Brother Murong always fails to quit."

Li Mo deeply realized how weak Murong Xiao was.

Softness and hardness are sometimes complementary. If something is too soft, something will be too hard.

Crash--

At this time, the rushing river slowed down, and Wu Qing said with satisfaction and surprise:

"Yes, you have mastered the water-bending technique of the Mingjiao Clan."

"When I was at the seventh level, my speed was only like this."

Li Mo cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your help, aunt. I haven't seen Brother Murong in the past two days. How is his practice in Xuankong Temple?"

As he spoke, he took out dried meat for breakfast to fill his stomach.

"he....."

Wu Qing's expression was complicated.

"Xiao'er worshiped in the Xuankong Temple as a demon, but encountered considerable resistance."

"Well...after all, this is a pure place of Buddhism." Li Mo nodded, understanding.

"And the masters also said that Xiao'er's thoughts are hard to break, especially when it comes to love..."

Li Mo thought of what the male singing dragon had engraved in his bones and sighed: "Brother Murong has actually been working hard, but it's just of no use."

"Well, fortunately, he has excellent intelligence. Master Hengyuan accepted him despite all objections, and also gave him a Buddhist name."

"What's it called?"

Li Mo took a bite of the dried meat and couldn't help but find it funny when he thought about calling him a Dharma name next time they met.

"Hide love."

"puff......"

Li Mo's dick spurted out.

This Dharma title is appropriate, but why does it sound weird?

Bury...Zang Ai Mage?

Non-mainstream monk?

Forehead......

Brother Murong became a disciple of Buddhism as a half-demon, which is indeed quite unconventional.

clang--

As he spoke, the sound of a bell broke through the clouds and spread into the cave sky.

This is the bell ringing for morning classes at the Xuankong Temple, and it also reminds the demon clan in every cave.

The battle for the Divine Jade is about to begin.

Li Mo and the demons walked out of the cave together, passed the Marriage Tree, and arrived in front of the main hall of Xuankong Temple. It was said to be the main hall, but in fact it was not as magnificent as an ordinary temple, but a simple ancient temple.

There are already many monsters here.

In addition to the disaster beast group, young talents from all the major tribes in southern Xinjiang gathered here with their elders.

As soon as Li Mo arrived, his eyes began to search among the monsters, and at the same time he opened the Divine Eye of Destiny.

Bingtuozi hasn't arrived yet.

He simply took out his small notebook and recorded it.

Not long after.

The information that suddenly appeared in front of him made him stunned.

The young man had blond hair, golden eyes, golden armor, golden wings, and a hooked nose... It was just before that a group of banshees stood in front of him and followed the male birds who came to join in the fun.

[Name: Shitara]

【Age: 29(4120)】

[Root Bone: Jinpeng Bloodline]

[Realm: Observing the Seven Apertures of God. 】

[Destiny: Blue with Purple]

[Evaluation: The Divine Son of the Hundred Beasts Hall, a branch of the Demon Summoning Sect, was born by Han Zhen using his own Palm Mystery method and the divine will of Jin Peng before being destroyed by the Great Shang Dynasty. He slept in southern Xinjiang for many years. He practiced the Summoning God Sutra and received incense to increase his wish power. The spirit soul can finally make one of the totems of Dashang, the golden-winged roc, reappear in the world. 】

[Recent encounter: The intention is to take advantage of Wu Mo and Luan Bing when both are injured. 】

No wonder Shitara was blocking the road in front that day.

He clearly has a crush on his so-called ‘true dragon bloodline’!

"Why is it the Demon Evoking Cult again..."

Li Mo glanced at the several half-demon beside him.

really.

They are all members of the Demon Evoking Cult, and they are all on the Hidden Dragon List, and their rankings are not low.

"Xuankong Temple is aloof and never fights with other forces."

"The powerful people in the temple may not know it, but they may not have the intention to take care of it..."

Look back.

Li Mo's expression was a little strange.

Both sides suffer?

Him and Bingtuozi?

Student Li suddenly realized that he was too serious. These half-demons might not be a threat to him.

Unless the Summoning Demon Cult wants to make a big fuss in the territory of the Hanging Temple.

Just be a little careful.

"The Blue Luan Goddess is here."

"Looking at her appearance, you can tell that she is definitely a pure-blooded Blue Luan. The True Phoenix is ​​no more than this."

"Keep your voice down. She looks cold and ruthless. She has killed hundreds of disaster beasts since she was born, an average of two a day."

"Is she looking at me?"

"Look at your grandma's legs, she is looking at Wu Mo!"

"An old enemy, it must be an old enemy, otherwise how could he find the other party's existence in the monster group at a glance!"

The monsters lowered their voices and started to discuss.

Tian Jiao Xiao Li lowered his eyes.

Then he saw the silk stockings exposed between her white ankles, and Li Mo couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Hmph..."

The cold and clear Blue Luan Goddess snorted softly.

To outsiders, she was obviously angry. She was as elegant as a lotus and could only be admired from afar. Her cold snort made the air in the field become freezing.

However, in the eyes of Tianjiao Xiao Li, she was indeed very moving.

To be honest, in the past, he also felt that the frosty jade face was so cold that it was difficult for people to get close to her.

But who let him give her the silk stockings...

And the half-demons led by Zhi Duo Luo raised their mouths uncontrollably.

Fight.

They will definitely fight.

When the time comes, they will stir up discord...

Hehehe!

"Amitabha."

After a Buddhist chant, a group of monks walked out of the main hall, led by a group of monks wearing hundred-piece monk robes, including Hengyuan.

The old monk in the lead had white eyebrows and his monk robes were even more tattered. If he stood on the street and associated with beggars, people would only think that he was the cleaner one among them.

However, all the monsters present bowed their heads and saluted. No one dared to underestimate the abbot of the Hanging Temple.

Huaikong, the seventh-rank master of Xuan.

This is why all monsters have to fight for the Heavenly Jade according to the rules of the Hanging Temple.

At this time.

The eyes of the master of Xuan suddenly turned to the boy and girl in front of the monsters.

Huaikong was stunned.