In the end, Xiaopang couldn't help but defended in an extremely depressed manner: "What you are talking about is easy. I am only in the innate realm. I can perform the immortal-level Yin Kungfu like a girl's nine turns. What can I do to stop it? Even Nascent Soul is distracted. Even the monks can't stop you! You guys are simply making things difficult for me!"
"Nonsense, if you want to get the psychic treasure, you have to use all your tricks. Otherwise, how can we show how precious our sisters are!" A female nun said disdainfully.
When Xiaopang heard this, he was immediately speechless. Indeed, it is inevitable that other people's tests will be more difficult. After all, they must be worthy of the title of a super ninth-grade psychic treasure.
You must know that these witches of heavenly desire are all powerful men whose strength is equivalent to that of the gods. Even powerful monks who have meditated for hundreds of years will fall into their hands if they are not careful. In fact, this is not a rare thing. Almost every few decades, high-level monks will be attacked by extraterrestrial demons while practicing, and then become obsessed with it, and eventually die of hatred.
Naturally, it is impossible to be the master of such a powerful Desire Witch. Otherwise, Jiu Meitu would not have been able to find its owner for tens of thousands of years! In fact, even among the peerless masters in Qian Yu Sect, few dare to challenge them. And the few guys who dared to try all ended in failure, and ended up with the pitiful end of exhaustion and death.
However, Xiaopang suddenly had another question at this time. Since Jiumei Tu was so difficult to deal with, why was Yu Feng able to gain Jiumei's approval? He might not be stronger than Fatty, but he could do things that Fatty was helpless to do. This couldn't help but make a little doubt arise in Fatty's heart.
Thinking of this, Xiaopang couldn't help but asked curiously: "May I ask how your last master, Yu Feng, the son of the Qianyu Sect's master, passed your test!"
As soon as Xiaopang said this, a strange look appeared on Jiumei's face. Then, a sword cultivator said with a helpless smile: "That boy is a ruthless man, he actually passed the test of our Heavenly Demon Flurry Formation in that way!"
"What?" Xiaopang was shocked when he heard this: "Yu Feng, as a member of the evil sect, actually passed your test of decency? How is this possible? Unless he is a eunuch, otherwise~"
As soon as Xiaopang said this, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked up at Jiumei and said, "No, isn't he?"
One of the nuns shrugged and said, "Obviously! That's it, he castrated himself!"
"Holy shit!" Xiaopang immediately shouted, looking up to the sky with great admiration and shouting: "Boss Yufeng, I admire you so much!"
"Hey, isn't that right?" As soon as Xiaopang finished shouting, he suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "Although I didn't check it carefully, that guy Yufeng looked very manly and didn't look like a girl. It didn't seem like he was. Eunuch?"
"That's because he made preparations in advance, refrigerated the cut parts, and after passing our test, he used the priceless Diguantian ointment to put them back together." A female nun explained.
Another female cultivator then sneered and said, "Although the Diagnostic Cream is miraculous, it cannot be restored without loss, especially this important part. Therefore, although Yufeng has restored some of the functions of a man, he is still forever. You have lost your ability to have children. If you are willing to pay this price, our sisters can recognize you, a ruthless person, as our master!"
"No need, no need!" Upon hearing this, Xiaopang hurriedly shook his head and said, "I am the only one in my family, and I still have to carry on the family lineage!"
"If this is the case, then I can only regret to tell you that you will never be our master in this life!" The female cultivator said unceremoniously.
"Really?" After hearing this, Xiaopang frowned and fell into deep thought.
At this time, Xiaopang didn't think about anything else. Instead, he thought of Miss Shui Jing. Xiaopang admired his junior sister from the bottom of his heart and even worshiped his junior sister who could predict the future. At this moment, he thought about why Junior Sister Shui Jing would rather risk disobeying the orders of her elders to give the Nine Beautiful Pictures to him!
Shui Jing's move would be meaningless if he couldn't recover Jiu Meitu. The nine-beautiful picture has become a piece of decoration. It is better to send it back to the master. In that case, at least it can be exchanged for a large amount of rewards from the master!
But no matter what Xiaopang thought, he didn't think Shui Jing would do such a meaningless thing. Therefore, since she gave Jiu Mei Tu to Xiaopang, it is probably because she had already calculated that Xiaopang could conquer it. That's why he made such a sacrifice.
Although these are Xiaopang's subconscious speculations and have not been confirmed, they are out of trust for Junior Sister Shui Jing. Xiaopang finally decided to try again to see if there was another way to pass.
Thinking of this, Xiaopang asked tentatively: "Seniors, are there only two ways to conquer you?"
"Of course! These are the rules set by the master who created us!" A nun replied with a smile.
But another female cultivator suddenly said, "Hey, that's not necessarily true! Rules are dead, but people are alive!"
When Xiaopang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly said: "How can I say this? Can this rule be broken?"
"Of course, all the rules in the world can be broken, and the same applies to us. The only question is whether you have the power to break the rules!" the female cultivator replied with a smile.
When Xiaopang heard this, he immediately felt bad, but he still asked cautiously: "Then, how powerful is it to break your rule?"
"Hey, it doesn't actually need to be big. As long as it can suppress the strongest state of the nine of us, it's totally fine!" The female cultivator smiled and said: "By the way, we are all in the realm of distraction~ "
"Dizzy~" Upon hearing this, Xiaopang almost fainted. I am only in the 13th level of Xiantian now. If I want to suppress the nine masters of the Dzogchen who are distracted, I am afraid that I will not even think about it in a thousand years. It can be seen that the other party was clearly just making fun of himself.
Thinking of this, Xiaopang decisively gave up arguing with her about the matter, and instead focused his energy on the two paths of good and evil. The evil sect must resist the Nine Transformations of the Girl, and the righteous sect must overcome the chaotic dance of the demons.
Well, in principle, it seems that the girl's ninth level is more terrifying, and there is almost no possibility of passing it. As for Tianmo Luanwu, although it is extremely powerful and can even kill Nascent Soul and even distract monks, it has obvious weaknesses. Otherwise, Yufeng would not be able to take advantage of it. In this way, it seems easier to take the right path.
After thinking about this, Xiaopang then cautiously probed: "Everyone, I wonder if you can tell me what's so magical about your devil's dance?"
"Haha, the little fat guy looks silly, but he is actually a monkey spirit. He actually wants to find us to find out the weakness of Tian Mo Luan Wu!" A female nun said in a funny voice.
"Hmph, that's a nice thought. Do you think we are all stupid?"
"Hehe, what if he knows the reality of Tianmo Luanwu? With our strength, how can a dead fat man in the innate realm be able to resist!"
"That's right. If you ask me, why don't I explain some things to him. Or let him play with us. After so many years, we are bored to death. It's not easy to find a fun toy!"
"That's right, that's right. The old master restricts us. Without the master, we can't come out at will. We will be suffocated in that fan. Why not take advantage of this opportunity and have a good time? It will be a worthwhile trip!"
"Okay, I agree!" Several other female cultivators also agreed.
Seeing that they had negotiated, Xiaopang suddenly felt happy and said hurriedly: "Thank you all, don't worry, I will definitely play with you, but the premise is that you must reveal some of the truth about Tianmo Luanwu to me!"
"Haha, this is too simple! The Demon Dance, as the name suggests, is just us dancing!"
"As long as you close your eyes and don't look!"
"We will also make a few moans in the middle, which is quite tempting for a hot-blooded young man like you!"
"But all you need is my Lord's ears!"
"Also, we will emit a seductive fragrance~"
"Just don't smell it!"
"In short, we can't touch you directly. We can only use sound, color, taste and other five senses to seduce you. In fact, as long as you close your five senses, you can easily resist the chaotic dance of the devil!"
A group of beauties were chattering, and the little fat girl was moved by just a few words. As long as the five senses are closed, you can pass the test of the devil's dance, which sounds really not difficult.
But the question is, if it can be done so simply, why has no one been able to become their master for thousands of years? Why did Yufeng have to castrate himself in the end to pass the test
Xiaopang was somewhat confused about this matter, but at the moment of beauty, he had a treasure in his hands. After all, Xiaopang was only a 20-year-old young man, so how could he consider all aspects of the problem
Under the temptation of obtaining the super ninth-grade psychic treasure, the little fat man finally failed to hold on. In addition, he had always been smooth in the past few years and never had trouble, which also made his self-confidence blindly expand, so that he was in the ninth grade. After some deception from a beautiful woman, she agreed to take the test of the devil's dance!
Hearing that Xiaopang agreed to take the test, Jiumei who was present was overjoyed and screamed in excitement, seeing how happy they looked. The little fat man who was still confused finally had a bad premonition, but after the words were spoken, the little fat man was too embarrassed to say something to a group of beauties, so he had to bite the bullet and go on.
Then, in accordance with Jiumei's request, Xiaopang carefully dropped a drop of blood on an emerald gem inlaid on the handle of Jiumei's fan. As the gems drained the essence and blood, the next moment, the ceremony for Jiu Meitu to recognize his master officially began!