It is not easy to find an ordinary wolf in Pangshan. On several nights, Xiaoqiu and Bald spent some time out of the northwest and entered the mountains. They met a group of sandalwood sheep, hit a tricolor deer with huge horns, and other strange animals, even without the one-eyed black wolf, nor did they see the brown deer.

Within a hundred miles of the Ancestor Peak is a place where spirit beasts gather, and it has become an ordinary wolf. It is difficult for the deer's demon king to gain a foothold. It may have left, so Xiaoqiu had to give up on his pursuit for the time being.

That morning, Zhou Ping entered the valley with confusion and handed Xiaoqiu something, "A guy from the fairy gathering asked me to give it to you, but he didn't dare to come in outside the valley."

It is an ancient god statue with a small note on the snake, with the words "Waiting for the Fifteenth of March" written on it. Xiaoqiu almost forgot about Grandma Mei's invitation, and then he remembered that today is March 12th, and it is only three days before the full moon night.

Others arrived one after another and were very interested in this statue. Only Xin Youtao disdained it. "The foolish man and his wife are just a mud fetus. The people would rather kneel down to it than try to be loyal to the real emperor. Alas, the world is so declining. If I were still in Xijie City, I would immediately order the ban on this ancient gods."

Xin Youtao was careless for a moment and forgot that this was Pangshan Wrangler Valley. None of the people around him were from secular nobles. They found that their words only attracted disgusting eyes. They sighed, "We are all Pangshan disciples. We can ascend flat on the ground and destroy mountains in the future. As long as we are willing, we can attract groups of kneeling worshipers at any time. Do you still care about a small mud statue?"

"But I think the three heads of the ancient god have a meaning." Xiao Qingtao is afraid of Taoist priests but not princes. "Skeletons represent death, female statues represent mercy, and facelessness represents no difference. Are there words on it?"

"I heard it was the 'thunder' character." Xiao Qiu said.

Xiao Qingtao looked at it for a moment, "It seems to be four characters 'mouth', and there are small characters inside it." She used extraordinary eyesight. "Oh, it turns out that the character 'Thunder' is inside the mouth."

"Isn't the four mouths another way to write the word "Thunder"?"

This sentence came from Zhou Ping's mouth. The first thing that everyone felt was doubt and disbelief. Zhou Ping blushed, "When I was thinking about the Patriarch's Pagoda, I confirmed the inheritance was the subject of chanting scriptures, so I paid more attention to the teachings of chanting scriptures. He said some ancient writing methods, including the four-mouth word word "Thunder."

"Sutra Recitation Department? Why don't you volunteer to chant the scriptures and insist on making it difficult for me?" Yang Qingyin tilted her head and looked at Zhou Ping, very dissatisfied.

"Later, everyone wanted to go to the Five Elements Department. I changed my mind and hadn't learned to recite scriptures yet." Zhou Ping hurriedly explained.

Xiaoqiu wrote four mouths in the air, "No wonder it is called "no wonder it's indiscriminate. This word is the same when it rotates at will. The four mouths are equal, and there is indeed no difference."

Xin Youtao snatched the statue of the god from Xiao Qingtao, "The faith of the foolish people likes to play this mysterious trick... What does 'Waiting for March 15th' mean?"

Xiaoqiu briefly talked about the matter of Grandma Mei driving away the wolf.

"It's the Mei Grandma in Jinghu Village?" Xiao Qingtao took a breath, and the others were also panicked. In fact, they had never seen Mei Chuan'an and his son.

Yang Qingyin is the only person who doesn't care. "There are some people who practice privately outside the Nine Great Daotong, and the old woman probably is the same. Shen Shang should really let her know her. She can still learn magic so old, but he has not survived the disaster for more than 80 years. Mu Xingqiu. Are you planning to go?"

Xiaoqiu shook her head, "I don't want to go. Maybe it would be better to let Grandma Mei down. She cared too much about the spells and statues. It was a bit inappropriate."

Xiaoqiu no longer feels that she owes the old woman anything, and she doesn't want her reward.

"I'll go." Yang Qingyin was intrigued and snatched the statue of the god. "I heard that there are many strange people among the casual cultivators. I want to see how strange this Grandma Mei is."

Others do not have this kind of curiosity. They have heard of the devil-inducing Madman, hoping that the farther they are, the better.

That afternoon, Xin Youtao walked a little late. He now regarded changing Mu Xingqiu's character as a task and said, "You are too careless."

"Well, what did I do wrong again?" Xiaoqiu was busy pouring beans into the stone trough and asked casually. The prince had instilled too many ideas these days, so he couldn't get serious.

"You know that some of us are whistles, but you still say everything." Xin Youtao followed Xiaoqiu closely and didn't help. "What if the old lady of the Mei family is possessed by a demon or controlled? If she causes trouble in the future, she will implicate you."

Xiaoqiu held the stone trough and smiled and said to the prince: "We have seven people. Even if one person reported the news, there are six people who are sincerely practicing and want to compete with Shen Shang. How can I hide it from everyone just because of one person? Besides, these are all small things. Even if no one reported the news, Shen Shang will know sooner or later."

Xin Youtao was stunned for a while and shook his head, "Okay, since you are so trustworthy, I have to come forward."

"What other idea did you come up with?"

"Stop worrying, tomorrow, at most three days, I'll find out who the whistleblower is for you."

Xin Youtao refused to reveal his plan and practiced calmly the next day. He talked and laughed to everyone during the rest, which was more approachable than usual. He even told a few jokes, which made everyone very happy.

Another day, Xin Youtao began to talk to some people alone intentionally or unintentionally. Xiaoqiu watched coldly and found that the prince actually suspected everyone, even Yang Qingyin and Xiao Qingtao were no exception, and the focus of the investigation was Zhou Ping.

The third day arrived, but Xin Youtao did not give an answer. He whispered to Xiaoqiu: "The truth will be revealed tomorrow morning. Too much words will lead to mistakes. The informant thinks he is smart, but he can't hide it from me."

At the end of the practice that evening, Yang Qingyin loudly announced that he was going to attend the God-Calling Conference of the Ancient God Cult. "Who else would like to go see the weird guy with me? One last chance."

No one cherished this opportunity and said goodbye one after another. When Xiao Qingtao left, she whispered to me: "Don't call me a 'weird' when I get there, Grandma Mei will be unhappy."

"I really like to be a weird guy, okay, it's just not called me. Oh, it would be great if I had learned illusion. I could become Mu Xingqiu. In that case, the problem would be much simpler. Now I can only get in love. Mu Xingqiu, are you really not going?"

Xiaoqiu shook her head. "Tell me about Grandma Mei..."

"I don't pass messages on behalf of others. I just hide in the dark and look at them. I appear when I am interested. If I don't want to go home to sleep." Yang Qingyin ran out of the valley, jumped several times and disappeared outside the valley.

As night fell, Xiaoqiu came to the pond to practice boxing. He did not tell everyone about the records of the ancient demon clan's fist variations. Others agreed to practice boxing just to defeat Shen Shang, and their enthusiasm was not high. There was no situation of greed. The truth may scare several people away.

The bald man was bored and flew around the valley without finding the whereabouts of the black wolf. He rode on the head of a jujube horse. This was the only horse he could catch up in the Wrangler Valley.

Xiaoqiu just finished a set of punches and hurriedly ran over to pull the bald man down, "Don't treat the jujube horse like this."

The red horse looked around blankly, not understanding why he appeared here. He rubbed Xiaoqiu twice, turned around and ran towards the white mare that followed him far away.

“Not hurting it.”

"That's not OK." Xiao Qiu had experienced the technique of controlling his mind and was particularly disgusted with similar behaviors. It would be fine if he used it on the demon king. The maroon horse looked like his relative.

The bald man looked aggrieved and did not argue. He flew around the pond a few times, and waited for Xiaoqiu to finish punching again. He stepped forward and said, "Don't you ask me why I control the jujube horse?"

"Why?"

The bald man's face was swept away and he said mysteriously: "We didn't find the demon king two days ago, but it was a failure. I just thought that time was enough for us. The red horses and they ran around the valley every day, and maybe they could find some clues."

Xiaoqiu looked at the head floating in front of her, "You... are quite smart."

The bald man smiled, "Only his head is left, of course he is smart. You should continue to ask me if I have found any clues."

"Did you find a clue from the Zhuhongma?" Xiaoqiu suddenly felt like a child of a few years.

"Yes. You also know that the idea of ​​livestock is very simple. The red horse is quite complicated. It likes you very much. It has to look at you every day to eat grass. But it prefers white horses now. After all, there is a foal in the belly of a white horse..."

"Talk about the Demon King." Although Xiaoqiu was a little moved, he still urged the bald man to talk about the serious matters.

"The Cruca Horse doesn't know what the Demon King is. It only knows that there is a wolf, which appears in the northwest of the valley almost every night. The Jintailed Horse wants to kick it to death, but the wolf is very cautious..."

Xiaoqiu interrupted the bald man again, "Almost every night? Why didn't we notice it?"

"We're going too late. You have to practice boxing, and it's been a long time since we set off. It's already the middle of the night, and the wolf has left."

Xiaoqiu has become a habit of practicing boxing every night, and hesitates for a while before making a decision, "Then let's go and have a look now."

The bald man flew happily in front of him, bragging to Xiaoqiu how smart he was, "Mr. Qin always praises me, but he doesn't praise others often."

The two of them crossed a few slopes, and Xiaoqiu saw a wolf standing on the cliff from afar.

After walking a while, Bald man also noticed it, shut up immediately and lowered his flight altitude. Xiaoqiu confirmed that he was the degenerate demon king.

The black wolf stood on the top of the cliff like a sculpture, looking up at the rising full moon, but unlike an ordinary wolf, it did not scream or even scream. This is why Xiaoqiu has never noticed that it has been to Wrangler Valley.

Xiaoqiu speeded up, came to the edge of the cliff, and nodded to Bald.

The bald man was in tune with him, and his eyes were so excited that he flashed, and he quietly flew up the cliff.

Xiaoqiu waited silently, hoping that the Demon King would have some memory of the formation.

A quarter of an hour later, a depressing cry suddenly came from the top of the cliff, like the croaking dog. Soon, the bald man fell from the sky, with a confused face.

"How about it?"

"This is a complex wolf, more complicated than a maroon horse."

"It has the memory of the demon formation?"

The bald man frowned, "I can't explain it, its thoughts are too vague. I knew it was standing here every day to contact another group of wolves. What formation does the wolves have to form? They have to use human blood. There are so many human blood. Time is tonight. It is very excited, as if it will be free after tonight. It also wants to drink blood..."

"Grandma Mei." Xiaoqiu suddenly realized that this was a conspiracy of the wolf pack. They were just pretending to be defeated a few days ago and would make a comeback tonight. The ancient gods' ritual of summoning gods will become the scene of the bloody massacre of monsters.

Can Yang Qingyin defeat the wolf demon in the formation? Xiaoqiu is very suspicious.

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