"Sister, attack together!"

She shouted and stood back to back with Mo Li.

The two sisters bit their tongues at the same time and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood turned into countless blood-red spider silks as thin as cow hair in the air, merging with the black spider web they had laid out earlier.

These blood threads made a corrosive sound as soon as they came into contact with the Buddha's light, but they still stubbornly moved forward.

"go!"

Mo Xuan pushed with both hands, and all the spider silk rushed towards Foyin like a wave.

The two forces collided, causing a deafening roar.

The air wave overturned the surrounding trees and even cracked the ground.

When the dust settled, the scene was horrific. Xuan Bei was kneeling on the ground, his robe torn and bleeding from all seven orifices. The other four monks were unconscious.

The Mo Xuan sisters also fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, obviously suffering internal injuries.

Xuan Bei struggled to look up.

"You would rather suffer mutual destruction than convert to Buddhism."

Mo Li stood up shakily and walked in front of Xuan Bei.

"Because what you call conversion is nothing more than another form of imprisonment."

She raised her hand, and a drop of purple venom condensed at her fingertips.

"You hypocritical bald asses are more disgusting than real evil people."

Just as she was about to take action, she heard shouting from a distance.

"Over there!"

The fight between the two sides just now caused such a big noise that it naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding monks.

Mo Xuan grabbed the unwilling Mo Li and said, "Let's go!"

The two sisters supported each other and left, leaving behind only eight seriously injured monks.

Mo Li suddenly turned around and said to the dying Xuan Bei.

"You're lucky. We will definitely avenge our fellow tribesmen!"

When their figures disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, Mo Xuan finally couldn't hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Li supported her in panic: "Sister!"

Mo Xuan smiled weakly.

"I'm fine. Let's find a safe place to heal first, and then we'll go to the Ten Thousand Spider Valley."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow back the blood that was rushing up.

"There are still our fellow tribesmen there."

Mo Xuan nodded, and the figures of the two sisters gradually disappeared in the morning mist, but they didn't know that Wanzhu Valley had already become a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

…

Outside the Golden Palace, nine layers of jade steps reflected the morning light.

Li Lingge was wearing a black brocade robe, and the dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging from his waist swayed gently with his steps.

When the guards saw him coming, they all knelt on one knee, but no one dared to stop the famous Third Prince from breaking into the inner hall.

"Father."

A cold voice sounded in the hall. Zhao Wuji looked up from the memorial and saw suppressed anger in those eyes.

He put down his red brush and waved his hand to dismiss the attendants.

"What is it?"

The hall was filled with the scent of ambergris, and Li Lingge bowed slightly.

"Please, Father, take action and kill the Black-bellied Brocade Spider Ancestor."

He stated his request directly, and his tone was so firm that it seemed as if he was not discussing it with Zhao Wuji at all.

Zhao Wuji suddenly laughed: "Just because that old woman spoke disrespectfully to you?"

Li Lingge raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a golden light flowing in the depths of his pupils.

"That poisonous spider lady said she wanted to kill me in public. Isn't that reason enough?"

The temperature in the hall dropped sharply.

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face gradually faded, and he slowly stood up. The jade beads on the twelve-tasseled crown collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"I understand."

The emperor's voice was eerily calm, and then he changed the subject.

"However, I will be in seclusion these days to comprehend the final level of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Scripture. We will discuss this matter after I come out of seclusion."

The corner of Li Lingge's mouth twitched slightly. This answer was within his expectations.

So when he came this time, he didn't really expect Zhao Wuji to take action.

"I understand." He bowed and said, "Then I can only solve it in my own way."

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted, and Li Lingge had already turned and walked out.

Just as he was about to step out of the palace, the emperor's low voice came from behind him:

"The Black-bellied Brocade Spider Clan has been able to stand firm in the southwest for tens of millions of years. The web of interests behind it is far beyond your imagination."

Li Lingge paused slightly, his profile forming a sharp outline in the morning light.

"Then I'll just offer them benefits they can't refuse."

After leaving the palace, Li Lingge went straight to the secret room on the top floor of the Shengyu Chamber of Commerce.

He sat on the chair with his legs stretched out, while Yun Ji knelt in front of him, hesitating for a long time without saying a word.

"Spread the word. Whoever brings the head of the Black-bellied Brocade Spider Patriarch to me will be given a list of medicinal ingredients for the God-Forging Pill."

Yun Ji took a deep breath and was about to speak, but Li Lingge's palm suddenly inserted into her hair.

Then he held her head tightly in his arms, and the next moment, a strong feeling of suffocation instantly came over her heart.

After a while.

After Yun Ji coughed violently, she gently wiped Li Lingge's wound and asked.

“Is this price too high?”

"I just want Zhao Wuji to know the consequences of playing tricks on me."

The more people know the list of medicinal ingredients for the God-Forging Pill, the less likely it is that Zhao Wuji will be able to collect all the herbs on the list.

He just wanted to use the emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty for his own purposes.

Three days later, the Xuandan Divine Realm was shaken.

…

"Amitabha--"

The sound of the Buddha's name exploded like thunder, and the gold paint of the entire main hall began to peel off.

The thousand-year-old Bodhi tree outside the hall trembled violently, and its emerald leaves fluttered down, but hovered strangely three feet above the ground, and every leaf vein reflected the golden light of Sanskrit.

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