What Gao Bo holds in his hands is an imitation of Destiny Fishing Line... an imitation of an imitation.
Its function is to completely condense the fate and past of a monk whose cultivation level does not exceed a certain level on a fragile fishing line.
Then tie the fishing line around the monk's ankle to seal his past.
If the mother line is destroyed, the monk with the sub-line will completely lose his past and become a 'homeless' person.
The real fishing line of destiny is so magical and magical that it is difficult to describe it in just a few words.
But this imitation of imitation only has this effect, and it is not strong or thorough.
Even so, this box of fishing line seems to be enough to serve as a bet.
The monks in the barren cave showed signs of struggle.
"You can take risks...but Gao Bo, you have to take it." The monk who seemed the most honest before now took out a box of something that looked like jujube paste.
"The rejuvenating ointment...is yours! Wang Zhan! You still say that you are honest and do your duty, and you have no objections?" Gao Bo took the box of 'jujube paste' and said jokingly.
Wang Zhan said sternly: "Mr. Xiuyuan does everything right. We are responsible for inquiring about information, and naturally someone is responsible for monitoring us. Therefore, Gao Bo cannot disappear and must be under certain surveillance."
"Wu Ye, Sun Qi! You are good at disguise and transformation. Follow Gao Boxue these days, learn his every move, and then copy his behavior, taking turns to replace him under the eyes of the monitors."
"But I guess... I can't hide this for long, so in a few days, I will arrange an accident for Gao Bo, so that he will be accidentally affected by the battle between powerful monsters. If this is the case, we should be able to fight for it At least three months.”
"And Gao Bo... you must make good use of these three months to find suitable and beneficial news."
"As long as we succeed, our fault is not a fault. But if we fail...then let's prepare for exile!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Zhan, showing a strange expression.
"You also said that you have no ambitions and no ideas. You have no ideas, have you prepared the rejuvenating ointment and made a plan?" Gao Bo said to Wang Zhan again in a similar tone.
Wang Zhan continued to make more detailed arrangements and instructions, and everyone else also spoke one after another to check for any omissions.
The other side of being cautious is that once these people decide to be bold, they will not be easily discovered and their flaws will be revealed.
Sometimes, some plans just don’t work out.
Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
The great elder guessed a certain possibility, but ignored many changes brought about by the influence of the Huzhong Realm.
Xiu Yuan is aloof and forgets that those who appear to be ordinary, cowardly and timid people also have the courage to stand up and fight against all odds in order to change their destiny.
In the river of destiny.
As long as we invade, who really has the advantage over whom?
A few days later, at the gate of Corpse Mountain, a round-faced child wearing a bun was blocking the main entrance.
On the child's right waist is a long sword that is longer than others, and on the left waist is a large bag.
There is still blood on the sword.
And the pocket was bleeding.
"I want to become a disciple! This is the apprenticeship ceremony! I heard that the strongest one in your Ten Demon Sect is the sect leader Ke Xiaoliang. I want to become my disciple... Find him to see me!"
The round-faced child raised his head, looked at the disciples guarding the gate with his nostrils, and then said domineeringly.
The disciples of the Ten Demon Sects guarding the mountain gate are considered to be... relatively good-tempered among the Ten Demon Sects.
So in just a moment, he used more than a dozen poisons, poisons and curses on the child. Seeing that the child had no reaction, he quietly sent a message back to the mountain.
"Hey! I said you kid, you're not a small person even if you don't have a big tone. If you want to be a disciple of Sect Leader Ke... are you qualified?" The disciple guarding the mountain sect did not explain the fact that Ke Xiaoliang was 'dead' , I was just guessing whether this child was a weirdo who came out of a certain mountain area, but the information I had was out of date for a long time.
"qualifications?"
"You asked me if I am qualified?"
"If I'm not qualified, do you losers have the qualifications?"
"Hurry up and let Ke Xiaoliang come to see me, otherwise...who do you think is happy to stay in this lousy place like yours?" The child continued to say in an annoying and domineering tone.
One of the disciples guarding the mountain gate was about to take action directly, but was stopped by his fellow apprentice and shook his head.
The kid smiled...cheekily, and he looked like he fit the Ten Demons Sect very well.
"What? You're not allowed to talk about the rags!"
"Look at these mountains of yours. They are towering but all of them are isolated. They are out of formation and have failed!"
"Although there is plenty of spiritual energy, it is allowed to come and go. The formation is in a messy state and the utilization rate is extremely low! Failure!"
"The defensive formation is in tatters, slow to react and full of loopholes. It's a failure!"
"The worst thing is that your mountain gate itself is just like a big tomb. It's pretty majestic, but it's so sinister that everyone knows that the people inside are not good people! Which good family would dare to marry a girl to you? Sect? Aren’t all the people in it just bachelors? It’s simply a failure within a failure!”
"If I were your ancestor, I should be so angry that I would jump out of the coffin. If I were your leader, I should also kill myself to avoid being embarrassed."
"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, sir, I will pluck out your eyeballs and stamp them on you!"
"Ah ha! Are you not convinced? Why don't you hit me if you are not convinced? You don't even have the courage to hit a child, and you want to wink at a child and be full of anger, but you dare to be angry and dare not say anything. When you are a monk of the Demon Sect, you are so shameless. ···I’m ashamed of you. If I were you, the corpses of eighteen generations of my ancestors would be dug out and whipped for me, and you still look at them?”
The child's words were like a barrage of arrows, insulting all the disciples guarding the gate, and then he smacked his mouth.
Then he opened the pocket.
Several heads suddenly fell out of the pocket.
They are all heads of monks from Zhenwu Sect.
This can be seen from some hair accessories and the engraved symbols on the face.
This kid has a bad mouth, but he actually came to apprentice with gifts.
The disciples guarding the mountain gate had cold expressions on their faces and exchanged glances with each other.
One of them pretended to be kind, and then said: "This place does lack some scenery. If you are willing, little brother... you might as well join me and enter the mountain gate first, and then we will report to the elders at the gate."
"What? You want to lure me in, then close the door and let the dogs out?"
"Are your teeth sharp enough? Like you could bite me to death?" The child talked nonsense without any sign of relaxation in his words.
It's a gesture of wanting to make things bigger.
As a troublemaker in the spiritual world, the Ten Demon Sect has encountered many strange things over the years.
However, a child came to the mountain gate with a bag of heads to become a disciple... and made rude remarks.
Such strange things are rare.
The reason why these ruthless Demon Sect disciples did not take action directly was because they were worried that there was someone behind this child who was controlling them remotely, and this child... himself had an extraordinary background and had some special origins.
