"My aunt." Jiang Li responded indifferently. He clenched the Demon-Devouring Knife tightly, and the laws on his body continued to surge. If anyone made a move, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd would suppress that person at all costs, and he would go all out to kill people here until blood flowed like a river.
"Aunt?" The old woman frowned, then suddenly smiled, and the aura of a saint suddenly emerged from her body. She said slowly, "That's interesting."
"Don't you want to see her? Of course it's possible!!"
"You are the son of destiny of the human race!!"
"What if I meet the Saint of my sect?"
"You can enter naturally! You can enter naturally!"
"It's no big deal for the son of luck to attack the mountain gate."
"So many disciples and the master survived."
"Thank you, son of destiny, for showing mercy."
Such a saint spoke in a low voice with a flattering smile appearing from time to time, which immediately stunned Qing Mu Niang and millions of disciples present. In their eyes, their own ancestor was an extremely terrifying existence. Once, a person from a sect attacked the mountain gate, and the ancestor in front of them was furious on the spot. Not only did he kill the person directly, he even took a large cauldron and cooked the other party's entire sect on the spot.
And now...
Not to mention them, even the sect's headmaster Qing Mu Niang couldn't believe it. She wanted to say something but stopped herself several times, but under the cold gaze of her ancestor, she could only shut up helplessly.
"Me? The son of destiny?"
Jiang Li frowned. He had heard this kind of address countless times.
Some people do call themselves the son of luck, but he has climbed all the way from obscurity to where he is today, but every step has been difficult and he has experienced countless life-threatening situations. How could he have luck? He immediately curled his lips and was about to respond.
But suddenly I saw a small temple on the top of the mountain.
In the small temple stood a woman in a flowing skirt, her eyes were beautiful but her expression was extremely tired. Behind her were several nuns, who were holding razors and were about to cut the woman's three thousand strands of black hair.
Isn’t this my aunt?
Jiang Li only took one look and was stunned on the spot. Seeing that his aunt was about to become a nun, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anger in his heart. However, his aunt was right in front of him, and he couldn't kill anyone under her nose. So he took a deep breath, raised his head and shouted:
"Auntie, I'm here to take you home!!"
This voice was like the mighty power of heaven. No matter where one was, one could hear it attentively, not to mention the woman in the small temple. When she suddenly heard the familiar voice, a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes. She couldn't believe it at first, and then she slowly stood up, her body trembling slightly.
"Jiang Li?"
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