With just one strike, the flying boat was destroyed, and a black silk barrier blocked the way. Shenshan Qiuhua and others were immediately in a dangerous situation.

"Hand over the Goddess, and I will not kill you."

A clear female voice sounded from the air.

A petite woman wrapped in a red veil slowly descended from above, her black hair spreading all over the place.

It turned out that the black silk thread that had just cut the flying boat and formed a birdcage to block everyone's way was all this person's hair.

"We have no grudge against you, Senior. Why are you blocking our way?"

Elder Mu spoke solemnly. Just by looking at them, that man brought them heavy pressure.

The strength of both sides is obviously not in the same dimension.

"I have already said, hand over the Goddess. Since you are ungrateful, then you can't blame me."

The figure behind the veil waved his hand, and three thousand black silk threads flew out and covered them.

Each of those black silk threads was condensed from extremely terrifying resentment and was extremely tough. Under the stimulation of the cold yin energy, each one could exert terrifying power.

The strongest of Elder Mu and his companions were at the Golden Core stage, and the sword moves they used were simply unable to stop the invasion of the black hair.

They could only control their flying swords and try their best to hide in the hair cage.

But the hair grew even faster than their flying swords. In just a moment, they were no longer able to dodge.

Just when they were about to be pierced by these hairs, a golden light suddenly appeared and cut off all the black hairs in one go.

When the golden light faded a little, you could see clearly that it was a Buddha's hand that seemed to be made of gold.

"Amitabha, the three thousand strands of black hair are all troubles, don't you realize it?"

The one who struck out that Buddha's hand was a strange golden statue that was half Buddha and half demon, with a thousand hands on its back, sitting cross-legged on a blood-red lotus platform.

A Buddha's hand behind the golden statue struck out again, and with a light stroke in the soft Buddha light, it easily cut off a large piece of the previously tough and unbreakable hair cage, revealing a gap for escape.

Elder Mu and others bowed and thanked behind the golden statue, then quickly escaped through the broken gap in the cage.

They turned into several streams of light and soon disappeared from sight.

The woman hidden between the red veil and black hair wanted to chase after him, but the golden statue appeared in front of her again and did not give her an inch.

"You are so unreasonable, monk. How can you stop a woman like me? Do you want to rape me?"

"Eh? Where did you become a monk? You look familiar to me."

"Please make way. I will allow you, the monk, to have another night of love with me afterwards. How about that?"

The two Buddha's hands just now easily cut off her resentful thread. This made the woman in the red gauze full of fear of this person who blocked her way, and she was not willing to be an enemy of him.

But she tried to bypass it several times, but failed. Seeing the sword lights flying farther and farther away, she realized that if she didn't get rid of this strange statue, she would not be able to catch the daughter of the general.

The female cultivator behind the red veil looked at the statue carefully, but was a little surprised.

This thing that is half flesh and blood, half golden body, half devil and half Buddha does not look normal no matter how you look at it.

And she always felt that she had seen that face that was a mixture of Buddha and devil somewhere before.

"I appreciate the kindness of the Bodhisattva. I will put down my butcher knife and become a Buddha right now. I also ask the Bodhisattva to show mercy and spare those donors."

The statue's clone remained unmoved, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, his face showing a pious look while his devilish eyes were evil.

"I admire your profound Buddhist teachings. Since you have said so, then... just go and die!"

The female voice behind the red sand suddenly became hideous and terrifying. The black silk floating in the air was instantly stained with blood, cutting and strangling the statue in the middle.

When he attacked, he was also wrapped in a thick ghostly wind. Such a move was simply not something a living person could use.

Those hairs were filled with sorrow, grief, and a strong bloody murderous intent. If ordinary monks encountered them, they would almost die upon touching them.

Even after being killed, there is no chance for them to become ghosts. This is an extremely vicious and cruel move.

But the statue's incarnation picked up a flower and immediately grabbed a large piece of hair in his hand, then rubbed it casually with his backhand.

These strands of hair, which were far more powerful than ordinary Xuan-level magic weapons, melted away completely like white snow under the spring sun.

This method of condensing negative emotions for one's own use is naturally effective against ordinary cultivators.

But within the body of the statue's incarnation, endless worldly suffering and chaotic will are colliding at all times.

He had such a great enlightenment, leaving Ananda's blood and tears, and suddenly realized Ananda's incarnation of the deity. These evil thoughts and hairs were of no use in front of him.

"This is impossible! Who the hell are you?!"

The woman blocking the road was shocked and angry when she saw that her resentment thread was broken, and she attacked even more frantically.

The ghostly aura that froze all living things spread in the air. Suddenly, cold winds swept up dark clouds that covered the sun, turning the plain into a death zone.

A series of black claws and ghost threads swung towards the statue's clone, and the air was torn apart with whimpers.

But those attacks that were powerful enough to tear the sky apart and change the terrain were all blocked by a layer of red lotus barrier.

"I, a humble monk, have pledged my loyalty to Ananda and Kasyapa, and am willing to preach the sutras to the female Bodhisattva."

A few more Buddha and demon hands slapped out from behind, easily making several holes in the hair.

The woman behind the hair cloud could only retreat repeatedly before the Buddha's palm. If she was hit by the Buddha's palm, she would be in big trouble.

It's not like she had never seen Buddhist monks before, but the ordinary Buddha's light could only compete with her resentful threads a little bit at most.

But how could this guy, who doesn't seem very pious at first glance, be so weird?

The resentment she had for the Ghost King's wasteland was completely suppressed by the statue's incarnation, and she lost all her temper.

After fighting for a long time in frustration, she heard the three words "Chongshanmeng" and it stimulated her sensitive nerves again.

"Chongshan League? What is your relationship with Jiang Li?"

It was somewhat surprising that the unknown female cultivator actually called out Jiang Li's name.

But how could Jiang Li not remember that he knew such a powerful female cultivator?

"Donor Jiang Li is the leader of Chongshan Alliance, and the female Bodhisattva is an old friend of the leader?"

After hearing this name again, the blood-red hair in the sky suddenly shrank. Then an angry female voice came out.

"Damn it! Just be quiet!"

"You stinky monk, I'll remember you! Don't let me hear that name again!"

It seemed as if something was wrong with her body, and the red gauze hidden between her hair quickly escaped into the distance.

The speed is very fast, which shows the opponent's urgency.

But the opposite happened. The figure she least wanted to see had blocked her way of retreat.

"Miss Yang, why did you leave in such a hurry when we met?"

It was Jiang Li who had been hiding before.

The one in Taolin Mu's house was actually a Nine Nether clone that Jiang Li created using the thirty-year-old longevity peach.

It shouldn't be a problem to fool around for now.

His real body hid in the coffin, and followed Elder Mu and the other two out of the Ten-Li Peach Forest in order to lure the snake out of its hole.

Unexpectedly, what was led out was not the Nine Nether Tree in the cemetery, but such an old friend.

"It's you!"

The woman under the red veil looked drastically changed.

Rather, it was another will that was awakened in his body after seeing Jiang Li.

"Don't come out! You are not allowed to come out!"

Two completely different expressions appeared, competing with each other on the same face.

The original owner of this body resisted with all his might, and Ghost King Yang Ruozhi's mind was mostly distracted. After all, this body was not hers, and it was affected, and her combat power plummeted.

Unfortunately, another ball of pale flame appeared in front of her.

Jiang Li waved his hand and shot out a ghost lantern with cold flames, burning all of Yang Ruozhi's messy hair into ashes.

The white color and flames also burned along the hair towards the body.

Yang Ruozhi screamed, and the ghost energy that almost covered the sky disappeared instantly. The injured ghost king was frightened back by the cold flame of Jiang Li's ghost lantern.

She had seen this kind of flame before in the Ghost King Wasteland. If it were in its prime, she would be able to deal with this cold flame, but she better not to use it now.

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Yang Ruozhi shrank back, and the eyes of the woman behind the red veil finally regained clarity.

But it was so difficult to snatch the body of a ghost king. His eyes were full of fatigue, and he couldn't even maintain the simplest flying. After calling "Benefactor" in a daze, he fell downwards.

Jiang Lifei rushed forward and caught the thin figure wrapped in red gauze.

This person was none other than Mu Yulan, the abandoned disciple of Qianhe Tower who Jiang Li rescued from the Ghost King Wasteland several months ago.

I don't know why she came in here. It seems that this unfortunate female cultivator has experienced a lot during this period of time.

Feeling the body under the veil, the flesh and blood that had been cut off by those ghosts had grown back.

The power in her body even frightened him.

She hadn't even formed a golden elixir at that time, but now she is already a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator.

This is the benefit of having a grandfather or an older sister in your body.

Such troublesome injuries have been healed so quickly. The progress of cultivation is so frightening.

The bride ghost king Yang Ruozhi is a terrifying existence that is superior to the gods.

Although he suffered heavy damage in the battle with the Ghost King, his strength declined significantly.

But just by devoting a small part of her strength, it would be enough to make Mu Yulan's cultivation advance by leaps and bounds.

Just now, when Yang Ruozhi was personally controlling it, she even displayed an exaggerated strength that had reached the level of spiritual transformation.

If Jiang Li hadn't been able to control the ghosts, it would have been very difficult to deal with.

However, it is almost impossible to repair this mottled Nascent Soul.

Yang Ruozhi is not a very qualified elder sister and she was too cruel.

If it weren’t for the fact that Qianhe Tower’s martial arts were moderate and peaceful, Mu Yulan’s foundation would have been strong enough.

I'm afraid that by now, he would have been killed by Yang Ruozhi.

Another hour later.

Mu Yulan slowly woke up from his coma.

"Where am I?"

She had been suppressed by Yang Ruozhi for a long time and had been in a deep sleep, and now she was still a little confused about the situation.

She only felt a stream of warm current flowing into her body from behind.

I looked back with difficulty, but saw a face that I missed day and night but dared not see.

"Well... Benefactor! Why are you here... Go away! Go away! I will hurt you!"

Mu Yulan looked flustered, but she knew her own business well.

After she separated from Jiang Li, she first destroyed a gathering place for independent practitioners who were engaged in the human trafficking industry.

After relying on the blood food to recover his injuries and some of his strength, he was bewitched by Yang Ruozhi and began to take revenge, attacking the Qianhe Tower's fleet.

It was all fine at the beginning, as she still had control over her body.

But as the killing increased, Yang Ruozhi's strength recovered quickly. Before she could react, she was completely suppressed.

I don’t know since when, Mu Yulan never woke up again.

It was like a dream, watching Yang Ruozhi using her body to do all kinds of things that she had never dared to think of.

For example, she married many strange men and then completely sucked them dry in a coffin.

During this process, Mu Yulan's cultivation level unknowingly broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, but she did not feel happy at all.

Because if nothing unexpected happens, she may never wake up again.

Until I met Jiang Li again.

The deflated Yang Ruozhi shrank back into her body, and Mu Yulan then learned that she had woken up. However, the first thing she thought of was that she was afraid that Jiang Li would be hurt 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 flame of the ghost lantern again, and the white flame reflected on the other person's face.

Mu Yulan could hear Yang Ruozhi in his body cursing.

Only then did she remember the scene where Yang Ruozhi was humiliated just now.

It turned out that it was Jiang Li who saved her again.

However, even the Ghost King is afraid of Jiang Li. The benefactor is indeed powerful.

"My benefactor saved my life twice, but Mu Yulan repaid the kindness with hatred. He deserves to die!"

Mu Yulan turned over and knelt down towards Jiang Li, raising his hand to slap himself on the forehead.

One reason was to atone for her sins to Jiang Li, and the other was that she was afraid that Yang Ruozhi would take her body away again. She couldn't believe what she would do then.

However, the hand that turned into a crane claw was stopped by Jiang Li. The strong palm stopped her suicidal move just in front of her forehead.

"So your name is Mu Yulan, then Yang Ruozhi must be the one from before."

"Those are not your intentions, don't take them to heart."

The name the other party had 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 flying boat of Chongshan League?"

Although she was not the one who controlled the body before, Mu Yulan still had a look of regret on her face and was obviously ashamed of Jiang Li.

After adjusting his mood for a while, he continued speaking while recalling.

"I don't remember what happened before very clearly. I just remember that it seemed like my body's yang energy was getting weaker and weaker, and my life span was about to end."

"For some reason, Yang Ruozhi can't be separated from me easily, so she wants to get the Mu family's birthday peaches to extend our lifespans."

"When she was trying to snatch the invitation, she met a strange Taoist priest who said that in the core of the Mu family, there is a spiritual fruit called Pan Tao that can completely restore our injuries and strength."

"That's why they are working together temporarily. He was the one who asked Yang Ruozhi to attack the flying boat in order to snatch a girl who came from the gods."

(End of this chapter)