White Head Demon Master - Chapter 439

“The White Head Demon Master (

“Witch? Dance?”

Fang Cun looked at the elder Shenshan with only one head on the ground in front of him with a little surprise, and found that his appearance seemed to have been sober, and his eyes were not as cloudy as before. At this time, there was no madness on his face. Very solemn, even a little solemnly said to myself: “Yes, it is the witch dancing. When the moon is full, under the moonlight, you can see the witch dancing on the painting. It is extremely desolate, like a nightmare. This kind of… a dance of demons that is almost evil to evil…”

“But, if you look closely, you can feel that there is something in the dance…”

“This……”

Fang Cun was a little silent subconsciously listening to the words of the elder Shenshan.

After a while, he frowned and said: “Are you sure…that’s not because you haven’t had a Taoist companion for a long time?”

“Children, what are you talking about…”

The elder Shenshan was angry and angry, and shouted at Fang Cun: “The old man is telling you the biggest secret in this painting. Before Xiaozi Xu came over, he refused to leave after he was beaten to death by me. Secret, now you are delaying your effort…”

“Ok?”

Fang Cun was slightly startled when he mentioned Sect Master Xiao Xu.

“If Sect Master Xiao Xu also disappeared because of the secret in this painting, then…”

When he was thinking about it, he swept his eyes and looked at a painting not far away.

This elder of the mountain, even if he is crazy, is particularly concerned about this painting.

Under normal circumstances, he absolutely refused to put down the painting, but when he was fighting with Fang Cun, he carefully put the painting on the rock aside, as if subconsciously, he was worried that he would fight against others. The aftermath of mana at the time will destroy this painting.

Perceiving a difference in his mind, Fang Cun walked over to the painting slowly.

He wanted to pick it up and take a closer look again, so as not to show any relics.

But the gaze of the elder Shenshan followed his figure toward the painting, as if he were getting more and more nervous, and when Fang Cun walked to the painting and reached out to take the painting, his eyes gradually changed. It became muddy again, and suddenly a roar like a beast rang out. With a bang, the earth cracked and the peaks shook. He had rushed out of the earth, and his figure was rumbling.

At that moment, he slid across, hugged the painting, rustled in his mouth, and looked at Fang Cun vigilantly.

“This……”

Fang Cunwei hesitated, looked at him and said, “Crazy again?”

“Roar……”

The elder Shenshan seemed to be more mad than just now, and he was obviously mad with extreme vigilance.

Looking at his blood-red eyes and madness, he seemed to want to rush towards Fangcun.

But I don’t know if it was a loss just now. He just made a brief gesture, and then showed a very vigilant look. He suddenly turned his head and fled into the deep valley like an escape, pushing the rocks along the way. In the future, all roads will be blocked.

“This is a mess…”

With square inches and slightly big sleeves, he dissipated the smoke and dust, and said helplessly: “I can’t communicate…”

Thinking of the vigilance of the elder Shenshan just now when he fled, especially the vigilance and deep fear, Fang Cun stood there for a while, gently shook his head, and decided not to disturb him first, but slowly thought about him. The meaning of the words revealed, slowly turning around out of the valley, and the days have been settled in my heart, today is the 9th, that is, there are still six days before the full moon…

“Witch…”

“Nine Heavens God and Demon Dance…”

Thinking about the key words in the words of the elders of the mountain, Fang Cun slightly awoke, as if he had seen these words somewhere…

The Great Prison Scripture of Yin and Yang?

…

…

“Oh, it’s coming out…”

“Where is it?”

“Climbing out, or running out?”

“…”

As soon as I walked to the corner of the valley, Fang Cun could hear the noise outside. A row of heads had been raised behind the hillside, and even further back, on the trees, behind the rocks, among the jujube bushes, and even put himself in Those who were buried in the soil or hidden in the creek looked at them with a pair of eyes, many of them went wide, and some were choked by the creek.

“Walking out?”

“My God, what did he do to Elder Shenshan?”

“…”

Fang Cun frowned slightly and glanced around.

I thought that the Shoushan Sect disciple is quite regular now, why is this mess again?

“What are you doing, have you done your homework? Have you participated in the scriptures? Have you finished the merits?”

While the chirping sounded from a high place, the little fox stood on the rock in a white dress with his arms crossed, reprimanding loudly.

Beside her, Ye Ying squatted, and barked his teeth at these disciples viciously.

“It’s… Deacon Qingling…”

Upon hearing the voice of the little fox girl, all the disciples drooped their heads.

Regarding the little fox who has been following Elder Fang, no one in the entire Shoushan Sect dared not neglect ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The old disciple knew that this little fox was not easy to mess with, but now The new disciples didn’t dare to provoke them at all. Although the little fox had no identity in the Sect of Shoushan, because of Fang Cun’s identity, the disciples subconsciously regarded her as a deacon.

Obviously, the little fox enjoys this identity, and has a lot of motivation in supervising the practice and learning of the disciples.

It’s not that there are no unconvinced. This time, among the disciples who are new to beginners, there are families who come from a family. They don’t put the monsters in their eyes from the bottom of their hearts. They murmured a few words in secret, but somehow they were caught by Ye Ying. After hearing it, last night, the little fox led Ye Ying, broke into the Dongfu area of ​​their body, knocked on the door of the Dongfu one by one, and then let Ye Ying go in and beat him up.

Only once, and now the disciples of the entire Shoushan Sect, respect the little fox more than each other.

Seeing all the disciples walking back with their heads drooping, and the two elders Qingsong Hanshi followed in the middle, Fang Cun couldn’t help but laughed, and summoned the two elders, saying: “Follow me to Yuxiu Peak. Come on, I have something to say…”

The two elders both bluffed and said innocently: “It’s not just us who peeked, but those disciples don’t care?”

“…”

Fang Cun felt helpless, so he had to say: “It’s not for these things, you come here first.”

Encouraging the little fox with her eyes to continue to exercise her “deacon” role, supervising their practice and teaching, Fang Cun took the two elders back to the temple, no one was nearby to serve, and the short tea was also avoided. An elder asked: “Back then, the demon court committed the North, and the Shoushanzong went up and down to resist. The older generations were all lost, only the elder Shenshan brought back a painting…”

He frowned slightly, and said, “What is going on before and after?”