"Hehehe, mutual, mutual, oh temple master, long time no see, hope you are well."
...damn it...
Li Fan fell to the ground, gazing at these two deities being courteous, and after a while, he figured it all out.
Lu Ya! He's not dead!
Li Fan had only slain a clone of the Blood Demon!
This guy knew it was hard to escape from the four Daoists. To comprehend the Dao right under their noses would be a fool's dream! So he simply feigned death! Disguising himself as dispersed blood muck, planning to lurk inside Li Fan's body when Li Fan was reforming his body, to evade the eyes of the four heavenly Daoists!
As for the other one, this so-called temple master, he was not a bald man, but an old Taoist in a black robe, with the air of a young boy, a necklace of twelve flesh tumors around his neck; at first glance, they looked like prayer beads, but upon closer look, they were indeed the ghastly faces of demonic children!
Could this guy be…
