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    Little Taoist Priest

    Amu kept the demon pill under his tongue.

    The day the Wood Spirit Tablet shattered, he got his memory back and knew that he was not a mortal at all, but the wood spirit marrow in the divine sandalwood redwood.

    What is sacred sandalwood?

    Previously, there were different opinions, saying that it was a spirit tree bred in a spiritual pond in the heavens. Every thousand years, a drop of wood spirit marrow would be produced, and eating it would lead to a thousand years of cultivation.

    But such wood spiritual marrow has no spiritual intelligence.

    But not Amu.

    He once had some hazy dreams, in which he grew with the world, the sun and the moon. Strictly speaking, he was the marrow of wood and the divine sandalwood.

    He is a sacred sandalwood that has survived for nearly ten thousand years. He was not in the spiritual pool of heaven, but entered the mortal world by mistake, and he has not yet gained spiritual wisdom.

    If they are ordinary vegetation and monsters, even though they are incomparable to living creatures of flesh and blood, they will surely gain spiritual wisdom after thousands of years of cultivation.

    It was these mistakes that allowed him to be discovered by Chunchang and others in the chaos, and they secretly escaped from Penglai Mountain where he was raised.

    Soon after he was stripped off, the sacred sandalwood completely withered.

    Death, all the creatures on Penglai Mountain that relied on his spiritual energy died overnight.

    Today’s Penglai Mountain has long become a bare dead mountain.

    And the wooden spirit tablet is made of the wooden heart of sacred sandalwood, which can temporarily conceal his identity.

    He is growing up day by day. In fact, the growth that outsiders see is simply an illusion to him. Childhood, childhood, youth, and old age are just transformations at will. The funny thing is that even he believes it.

    If you think about it carefully, he is even much older than the fox.

    Thinking of Li Xin, the smile on Amu’s lips softened slightly.

    But for a moment, there was sadness in his eyes again.

    Penglai Mountain is withered, the master is gone, and even the fox will never be seen again.

    He hated himself for waking up so late, and even more hated Lingxuan Sect for doing all this.

    So what about immortals, so what about demons?

    Looking at the demon pill in his palm, Amu’s mind flashed through scenes of memories.

    If becoming an immortal wants to give up his murderous intention, he might as well become a demon.

    The complicated thoughts were cleared in an instant, Amu raised his head and swallowed the demon pill.

    Because Chun Chang was about to leave seclusion the next day, everyone in the sect was carefully preparing. Only Lingxi was still worried about Amu. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he also felt angry in his heart.

    He went to seek help from the elders, but the answers he got were naturally evasive. He wanted to visit Amu in the dungeon, but the disciples guarding the door refused to let go.

    Originally, I still wanted to get rid of Lingcheng, but I got an unexpected one.

    Eventful.

    Lingxi was so angry that she packed up a bag of clothes that night and left Bailan Mountain.

    Out of sight!

    It was his departure this time that avoided a life-or-death disaster.

    Of course, he, who was pouring out his bitter feelings to Yin Ru at this moment, didn’t know yet.

    It’s night.

    The disciples who were keeping watch outside the dungeon were tired. They covered their lips and yawned. They were half-leaning on the stone door, trying to close their eyes and rest for a while.

    The people around him poked him:

    “Be awake, we will be replaced soon.”

    The disciple waved his hand impatiently:

    “There is only one hour left. You are in a hurry. Let me rest my mind.”

    People around me still want to advise:

    “If I let the elders meet…”

    Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, and Yuan stopped talking.

    The disciple with his eyes closed did not notice anything was wrong, but thought he had understood, so he sneered and said:

    “They only send us to do these resignation tasks, and they don’t care about us.”

    After speaking, no one responded for a long time.

    The disciple felt strange. In the past, whenever he said these words, he would be severely punished by his senior brother, saying that he was rebellious. How come he is so calm today?

    Out of curiosity, he couldn’t help but open his eyes.

    “ah!!!”

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