Her body below the waist turned into a pitch-black spider abdomen, and her eight compound eyes were all open, shedding tears.
"This is your second appearance in three days. Your shapeshifting technique is about to break."
Mo Xuan used spider silk to weave a simple bandage to bandage the wound on her sister's leg that was burned by the talisman.
"Sister, can we really reach the Valley of Ten Thousand Spiders?"
There was a hint of despair in Mo Li's voice, because she could no longer see any hope.
"All my fellow tribesmen along the way were either dead or captured. Will I be next?"
"No, we will definitely reach the Ten Thousand Spider Valley alive."
Mo Li curled up in her sister's arms, her eight legs unconsciously weaving a miniature spider web. This was her instinct when she was uneasy.
"Will we be safe once we reach the Ten Thousand Spider Valley?"
Mo Xuan did not answer immediately. She looked at the sky outside the cave which was gradually getting brighter and remembered what her mother said before she died.
'In this world, there is no real safe place.'
But she just hugged her sister tighter and consoled her.
"At least there, we don't have to face the malice of the entire world alone."
Three days later.
Mo Xuan protected her sister Mo Li behind her, with several black spider silks emitting a faint glow wrapped around her slender fingers.
They were leaning against a thousand-year-old pine tree, and eight monks in brown robes had formed a siege around them, their Zen sticks making dull sounds as they struck the ground.
"Amitabha, why are the two female donors resisting so stubbornly?"
The leading monk had a kind face, a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and held a string of shiny black Buddhist beads in his hand.
"I am the poor monk Xuanbei. I only ask that you two return to the temple with me to meditate in peace. I have no intention of harming you."
Mo Li sneered and opened her red lips slightly.
"Quietly cultivate? You want our spider silk, right?"
She moved her fingertips slightly, and the almost invisible thread quietly wrapped around the ankle of the nearest monk.
"You bald asses, you appear to be righteous on the surface, but the things you do behind the scenes are even more despicable than the demonic cultivators!"
The compassion on Xuan Bei's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
"You are wrong, benefactor. The silk of the black-bellied silk spider can be woven into fine robes, and offering it to the Buddha is also a meritorious deed. If the two of you are willing to..."
Mo Xuan interrupted him, anger burning in his dark eyes.
"When you massacred our untransformed brethren, did you ever ask them if they were willing? My sister witnessed with her own eyes the monks in your temple draining the silk from three young spiders alive!"
Her words made the eight monks' expressions change slightly. The youngest one even took half a step back, and was nailed to the spot by Xuan Bei's eyes.
Xuan Bei sighed, and the Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light.
"In that case, I can only force you two to be converted!"
"Get started!"
Mo Xuan shouted, and the spider silk that had been laid out suddenly tightened.
The monk whose ankle was entangled screamed and fell heavily to the ground.
Mo Li took the opportunity to jump up, and dozens of black threads shot out from between his ten fingers, covering the other three monks like a net.
"Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!" Xuan Bei shouted.
The remaining monks quickly formed a formation, and when they waved their Zen staffs, a golden light curtain was formed to block the spider web outside.
But Mo Xuan's attack was even more fierce. She flashed to the flank of the formation like a ghost, and the spider silk in her hand whipped towards the weakest point.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, a monk's wrist was entangled by spider silk, leaving deep bloody marks in an instant.
He cried out in pain and let go of the Zen staff, and a gap immediately appeared in the formation.
"Hui Ming, be careful!"
Xuan Bei hurried to remedy the situation, but Mo Li had already broken through the gap.
Her petite body was extremely agile, and she kicked another monk in the throat with her legs crossed.
The monk blocked hastily, but was scratched on the arm by the poisonous thorn that suddenly popped out from the tip of her shoe.
"Ah! It's poisonous!"
The monk's face quickly turned blue and he staggered back.
Mo Xuan did not miss this opportunity. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and pulled them out suddenly.
In an instant, hundreds of spider silk threads shot out from her sleeves, interweaving into a huge black web in the air, trapping the three monks tightly.
"Don't be so arrogant, you witch!"
Xuan Bei's eyes were wide open with anger, and the Buddhist beads flew out of his hand, turning into eighteen burning golden fireballs in the air, whistling towards Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan retreated quickly, but was still hit on the shoulders by two fireballs. Two charred holes were immediately burned in her black gauze dress, revealing the hideous burns on her fair skin underneath.
She gritted her teeth, and instead of retreating, she moved forward, using the force of the spider silk to flip in the air and land behind Xuan Bei.
"elder sister!"
Seeing this, Mo Li suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of purple poisonous mist.
The poisonous fog avoided Mo Xuan as if it had life, and rushed straight towards the remaining four monks.
Two of them were unable to dodge in time, and after inhaling the poisonous mist, their eyes immediately became bloodshot, and they fell to the ground, scratching their throats and twitching.
"This is my own spider poison!" Xuan Bei was horrified. "How dare you practice such a vicious technique!"
Mo Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Releasing her life-threatening poison was also a big burden for her.
"Compared to your method of extracting spider silk alive, this is nothing."
The battle situation was temporarily deadlocked. Half of the eight monks had fallen, and the rest were injured.
But the Mo Xuan sisters were not having a good time either. Mo Xuan's right shoulder was severely burned and her left leg was hit by the Zen stick, so her movements were not as flexible as before.
Mo Li's face turned pale and his breathing became rapid due to the release of his life-threatening poison.
"Form an Arhat Demon Subduing Formation!"
Xuan Bei suddenly changed his tactics, and the remaining four monks quickly moved together, crossing their Zen sticks to form a wall of light.
Xuan Bei sat cross-legged in the center, muttering something. A swastika Buddhist seal gradually took shape in the air, emitting a suffocating pressure.
Mo Xuan felt a pang of fear in her heart. This Buddhist seal had a natural inhibitory effect on demon cultivators like them.
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