When a sick and weak girl masters the clone of a strange beast

When they heard the name "Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower", the faces of all the monks changed.

The Demonic Blood Mystic Flower, the Demonic Sacred Flower, feeds on the flesh and blood of living beings. Once it grows up, it can almost bring disaster to all living beings in the world.

During the war between good and evil, the demonic path almost wiped out the largest sect in Muzhou, the Goddess Palace, by relying on a demon-blooded secret flower. In the end, a supreme elder from Qingyin Temple took action, using a secret method and a demon-blooded secret flower. They died together and finally uprooted the evil flower that had swallowed up countless living beings.

It is precisely because of this flower that the Goddess Palace and Qingyin Temple have not been able to recover until now. You must know that Qingyin Temple was an ancient sect that was almost as powerful as Fahua Temple.

After the Demonic Dao withdrew from the Thirteen Prefectures, the Goddess Palace and Qingyin Temple, which were greatly reduced in strength, were almost knocked out of their position as the ruling sect in Mu Prefecture, allowing the younger generation to take advantage.

Fortunately, other sects of the righteous path were grateful for the contributions of Goddess Palace and Qingyin Sect, and joined forces to protect them.

If the Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower had not been destroyed back then, it would not have been certain who would win the battle between good and evil!

Recalling the horror of the Demonic Blood Secret Spirit Flower, Yuantong and others looked ugly.

Just when everyone was shocked, the bud of a demon-blood secret flower slowly opened, and a voluptuous woman appeared from it.

The woman has long rose-red hair, messily draped behind her back, giving her an unruly beauty.

She was tall and tall, and she twisted her body like a water snake when she spoke, and kept ogling Yuantong and others.

"Hello fellow little masters, do you like the gifts I prepared for you?"

As she spoke, she patted the blood-red petals in front of her.

"Witch, you captured all the villagers?" Yuantong asked loudly.

"Of course, who else could it be besides me?" the woman said with a sweet smile.

"Where are the people?" Yuan Xin asked expressionlessly.

"Oh~~" the woman exclaimed as she looked at Yuan Xin's cold face, "This little master is so scary, my heart is about to jump out of my chest! But... I like it so much~"

As she spoke, she winked at the center of the circle again.

"Chuckles~~~"

As the woman's laughter rang out, the monks suddenly felt that the demonic sound was filling their ears, and they had splitting headaches.

Yuan Hai's expression suddenly changed and he said, "No, it's a sonic attack. Turn off your hearing!"

The monks quickly circulated their zhenqi to seal their hearing.

However, the witch didn't seem to intend to do anything to anyone with the sonic attack. She just laughed and stopped after about ten seconds.

The whereabouts of the villagers are self-evident. The Demonic Blood Mystical Spirit Flower cannot grow without dragging a large amount of flesh and blood. Look at the back of the blood-red flower. There are black skulls printed on them. Each skull represents a line. life.

Looking at the number of skulls, this demon-blood secret spirit may have devoured far more lives than those thousands of villagers!
Thinking of this, the monks' eyes turned red.

Damn witch!
"I heard that the Buddha from Fahua Temple is here. Who is he?" The witch leaned on a petal as if she had no bones. She was not wearing a dress at all. With such a gentle touch, she suddenly felt A large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed.

All the monks were blushing and couldn't help but close their eyes and recite Buddhist scriptures silently.

Only the little monk looked confused and still looked at the witch calmly.

Seeing this, the witch smiled sweetly again, "I just closed my hearing, and now I'm closing my eyes. Are you going to have to seal your mouth and nose again? My body smells very good~~~"

Seeing that the young monk's face remained as usual, the witch's face changed slightly, and then she said with a charming smile: "Look, you are not as strong as a young monk, it's really shameful.

Little brother, are you a Buddhist disciple of Fahua Temple? "

The young monk tilted his head and asked innocently: "Sister, you just said you heard that 'our Buddhist disciples from Fahua Temple are here.' Who did you hear that from?"

The nephews had their hearing blocked, but he didn't.

"What do you think? I won't tell you!" The witch stared straight at the little monk and smiled, "It seems that I guessed it right. The little brother is a Buddhist. He has red lips and white teeth. He is really cute. My sister likes her very much. Well, why don't my brother go home with his sister?"

The young monk continued to ask with a puzzled look on his face: "What is your sister's surname? Which sect does she come from?"

The witch said: "It's okay to tell Buddha's younger brother that the Nu family is Chan Hongyu, the true successor of Six Paths Sect. What do you call Buddha's younger brother?"

Six Paths Sect, the first sect of the Demonic Path, the Demonic Blood Secret Spirit Flower was made by them.

"Amitabha~" the young monk said, "my monk's name is Xuan Kongli."

"Xuankong~~" Chan Hongyu muttered silently, "My brother's Dharma name is a bit ordinary. I'd better call you Brother Buddha."

"As my sister likes." The young monk clasped his hands and bowed to Chan Hongyu, "But I can't go back with my sister. It's better to ask her to stay!"

"Giggle, giggle!" Chan Hongyu smiled sweetly, "Brother Fozi is very talkative. If your brother is really capable, it doesn't matter if my sister stays for you!"

As Chan Hongyu finished speaking, the vines of the Demonic Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower attacked the young monk.

Upon seeing this, Yuantong, Yuan Xin, Yuan Hai and others quickly flew forward and blocked the little monk with their bodies. At the same time, they stretched out their hands to grab a vine and started tearing it apart.

Most of the monks in Fahua Temple have practiced the art of tempering the physical body, so they all like to fight in close quarters. They are indeed very strong, and the demon-blooded secret spirit flowers they pull off make bursts of neighing noises.

But since the Demon Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower can be called the Holy Flower of Demon Dao, it cannot be simple. I saw sharp thorns suddenly appeared on the vines of the flower, and they instantly pierced the palms of the monks.

But even so, Yuantong and others did not let go of the vines in their hands, vowing to tear the demon-blooded secret spirit peanuts apart.

The Demonic Blood Secret Spirit Flower hasn't grown up yet, otherwise Yuan Tong and the others would be gone as soon as they saw it, and there would be no chance to take action!
Suddenly a monk exclaimed: "No, this flower is sucking our blood!"

After hearing this, the faces of the monks changed drastically, and they quickly let go of the vines in their hands. The vines were already painfully pulled by the monks, and once they fell off, they immediately began to retract.

Yuantong saw this and shouted angrily: "Want to leave? No way!"

A sharp flying knife suddenly appeared in his hand. The moment the flying knife flew out, it suddenly turned into a giant blade, spinning and cutting off the vines one by one.

"Woo~~~"

The Demon Blood Mystical Spirit Flower shook its body violently and made an unpleasant and harsh scream. The liquid flowing out of its wound was not green, but blood red, just like human blood.

Seeing that the Demonic Blood Mystic Spirit Flower was injured, Chan Hongyu, who had been smiling sweetly before, finally changed her face, and her face was filled with distress, "How dare you hurt my baby, you are seeking death!"

As she spoke, a long whip appeared in Chan Hongyu's hand, and she whipped it fiercely towards Yuan Hai, who was closest to her. The whip was full of barbs, and if it was hit, it would definitely cause skin and flesh wounds.

Besides, this is the weapon of a demonic witch, who knows if it is coated with poison!
Yuan Hai wanted to use Qing Gong to dodge, but he suddenly felt severe pain all over his body and froze in place. At the same time, the energy in his body seemed to be frozen and could not be mobilized no matter what.

Not only Yuan Hai is like this, but everyone else is also like this.

They were poisoned, but how?Could it be when the Demonic Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower pierced their palms just now?
Due to the poisoning, everyone except the young monk was turning blue at this moment, and they were unable to transfer their true energy. The toxins were even rapidly eroding their internal organs.

It is indeed the toxin of the Demonic Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower!

Many years have passed since the last battle between good and evil, and many of the details have been blurred. Although everyone is familiar with the name of the Demonic Blood Secret Flower, they do not know that it also contains highly toxic substances.

At the critical moment, a huge golden bowl appeared and covered Yuan Hai.

"Boom!!!"

The whip struck the golden bowl, making a dull buzzing sound.Seeing the magical Golden Bowl of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Chan Hongyu's face changed drastically. She wanted to continue attacking others, but at some point the little monk had a small and cute short bow in his hand.

"The art of Tianxin Archery, the Heart Arrow kills demons!" the little monk shouted in a sweet voice.

"call out!!!"

As the sound of breaking through the air sounded, a golden arrow shot at Chan Hongyu, who could only be forced to retreat continuously.

"Tianxin Archery, locking souls and pursuing lives!"

The little monk continued to shoot arrows, and at the same time he kept sighing in his heart. These useless nephews are holding me back!
I have the Golden Bowl of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Do I need you to stand in front of me and act as a human shield?Nonsense!
The short bow in the young monk's hand is not ordinary. It is a high-quality treasure collected by Fahua Temple. It was obtained from his master, the wise monk, by begging for nothing.

The little monk's arrows were too sharp, and Chan Hongyu couldn't avoid them at all, so she could only command the Demonic Blood Mystical Flower to help block them.

I saw countless vines rushing towards the little monk with their claws and teeth. Unfortunately, the little monk was not afraid.

"Take an arrow from me!" the young monk shouted at the top of his lungs, "Heaven's heart's archery skills, heart's arrows are like rain!"

As an arrow rose into the sky, countless golden arrows fell from the sky, instantly smashing the vines of the Demon Blood Mystical Spirit Flower to pieces.

"Tianxin Archery, locking souls and pursuing lives!"

The little monk shot another arrow, pointing directly at Chan Hongyu's heart.

The reason why soul-locking and life-locking is called soul-locking and life-chasing is because it has the function of tracking. Chan Hongyu kept dodging while using her Qinggong, but that golden arrow seemed to have eyes and was chasing after it closely. Wherever she ran, the arrows followed her.

Finally, just when the arrow was about to hit her, she shouted angrily: "Yuanxin! How long do you want to watch the show?"

"Hey~~"

A long sigh came out, and a golden palm suddenly appeared, crushing the little monk's arrow and saving Chan Hongyu.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, including the young monk.

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Xin stood up and recited the Buddha's name, then straightened out the mud-stained monk's robe. Is there any sign of poisoning on his face?
Chan Hongyu flew down next to Yuan Xin, snuggled into his arms, and said with a smile on her face: "Brother Fozi, didn't you ask me who told me that Fozi was coming? Do you know now?"

"Senior Brother Yuan Xin, you!"

Yuantong, Yuanhai and others glared at Yuanxin.

"Senior nephew Yuan Xin, why are you..." the young monk said with a frown.

"Why?" Yuan Xin chuckled, and then roughly pulled Chan Hongyu out of her arms, "You are just a child with a yellow mouth. If it weren't for you, the position of Buddhist disciple of Fahua Temple would have been mine!"

Yuantong angrily rebuked: "The position of the Buddha has always been chosen by the Golden Bowl of Ten Thousand Buddhas. How can you blame everything on my uncle?"

Yuan Xin clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and said with a look of pain, "This is what the poor monk cannot understand, why the Golden Bowl of Ten Thousand Buddhas would rather choose such an ignorant child than a poor monk!"
Since the poor monk entered the temple, he has devoted himself to studying Buddhism and practicing hard. He has always been a role model for all the disciples in the temple. Everyone has told the poor monk since he was a child that the poor monk is the most likely to inherit the golden bowl of ten thousand Buddhas and become a disciple of the Buddha. The person in charge, but what about the result..."

Speaking of this, Yuan Xin's face became more and more painful, and sweat even broke out on his forehead. At the same time, his whole body's true energy was surging, and there were signs of going crazy.

In the impression of Yuantong and others, Senior Brother Yuan Xin has always been a meticulous, self-denial, and strict self-discipline person. They have never seen Senior Brother be so out of character.

It turns out that senior brother actually has such great resentment in his heart towards his younger uncle inheriting the title of Buddhist disciple...

"Then you can't..." Yuantong felt very sad. Although the eldest brother was not very close to them, they had grown up together after all.

"What can't be done?" At this time, the furious energy in Yuan Xin's body miraculously calmed down, as if everything just now was an illusion, "Can't join forces with the devil?" Yuan Xin said expressionlessly, "So what? As long as the devil You can wish me to become a Buddha, so what if we join forces?"

"They can only help you become a demon!" Yuan Hai shouted.

"Become a demon..." Yuan Xin glanced at Yuan Hai, and finally said word by word, "It doesn't matter."

"Senior brother, you are simply crazy!" Yuantong couldn't help but say.

Yuan Xin didn't speak, just closed his eyes again.

"Senior Nephew Yuantong, don't be afraid, my uncle will bring Junior Nephew Yuanxin back!" The young monk said confidently. After saying that, he took out his Demon-Conquering Pestle and planned to go forward and knock Yuanxin out.

At this time, Yuan Xin said: "Little uncle, my nephew advises you not to act rashly. Yuan Hai and the others have been poisoned by the magic blood secret flower. If there is no antidote, they will turn into blood before sunset, and the devil No one can cure the poison of the Blood Devil Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower except the Devil Blood Mysterious Spirit Flower."

"Hey~~~" Hearing this, the young monk couldn't help but stop and sighed deeply, "Amitabha, what do nephew Yuan Xin want from my uncle?"

At this moment, the childishness in the little monk seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Although he still looked like a cute little ball, his temperament was completely different from before.

Yuan Xin did not speak, but Chan Hongyu said with a sweet smile: "Brother Buddha, since you are the uncle of these monks, do you have the courage to feed my holy flowers for them?"

Upon hearing this, Yuantong and others' expressions changed drastically.

"Senior brother Yuan Xin, we have watched our little junior uncle grow up. Can you bear to watch him die in the hands of a demonic person?" Yuantong stared at Yuan Xin and said, his eyes filled with blood.

However, Yuan Xin closed her eyes tightly and kept silently reciting Buddhist sutras without saying a word.

Seeing that Yuan Xin was unmoved, Yuantong looked at the young monk again and said, "Uncle Master, you don't have to worry about us. You are a Buddhist disciple of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. The disciples are willing to die for you. As long as Uncle Master succeeds in his cultivation in the future, Just crush the Six Paths Sect and avenge us!"

Hearing this, Chan Hongyu became angry and said, "You bald donkey!" She was about to whip Yuantong with her whip.

At this time, the little monk said: "Slow down!"

When Chan Hongyu heard this, she stopped moving, looked at the young monk with a half-smile and said, "Brother Buddha, have you made your decision?"

The young monk asked seriously: "If the young monk does what you say, will you really detoxify Master Yuantong and the others?"

"Of course!" Chan Hongyu promised, "I am also a trustworthy person!"

"Okay then, little monk, just listen to you!"

As he spoke, the young monk put down the golden bowl, short bow, and demon pestle in his hands, and slowly took off his robe.

"Amitabha!"

"Uncle Junior, no!" Yuantong and others shouted with red eyes. Unfortunately, they were poisoned and couldn't move.

"Kekeke~~~" Chan Hongyu laughed wildly, "As long as I eat this Buddha, my Six Paths Sect's holy flower will surely grow!"

As Chan Hongyu finished speaking, the Demonic Blood Mystic Flower in the pit suddenly grew in size and turned into a towering Demonic Flower in the blink of an eye.

It turns out that it was disguised without being beaten before, and most of its body was hidden under the pit, just to lure Yuantong and others to take the bait.

Of course the Demonic Blood Mystical Spirit Flower cannot be that weak!
The demon flower bared its teeth and claws, and the evil spirit of blood lingered all over its body. Now Yuantong and others finally knew where the long-lasting evil spirit at the foot of the mountain came from.

I saw a huge blood-red flower emerging from the abyss, with sharp teeth in the center of the flower.

"Amitabha!"

The magic flower swallowed the young monk in one gulp, leaving only a Buddhist chant lingering in the ears of Yuantong and others. (End of chapter)