Xiuxian exchange system

Yunli has no entity, so naturally she will not be affected by these poisonous gases, and the surrounding traps were broken one by one by her with Yin Lei Slash.

Lai Wuhen walked to the entrance of the eighth floor, without even thinking about it, he split open the stone door and walked in. Li Ziling was short of breath, his face was purple for a while, and red for a while, obviously he looked seriously poisoned.

After blocking the entrance to the eighth floor, Lai Wuhen went to check Li Ziling's physical condition, and found that her vitality was dissipating, and at the same time, her blood was surging.

This is the result of taking the hallucinatory drug of poison and confusion at the same time.

After shouting a few words, Li Ziling was still a little conscious at first, but gradually she couldn't respond to Lai Wuhen.

Lai Wuhen didn't think too much, hugging Li Ziling's delicate body, while suppressing the poison in her body with magic power, he inhaled violently into her mouth, wisps of poison gas were sucked into Lai along her throat. In the belly of Wuhen.

With the reduction of the poisonous gas in Li Ziling's body, her physical condition began to improve little by little, and the resilience of the body-hardened cultivator was indeed astonishing.

But the hallucinatory medicine for confusion and love is not so easy to solve, although it is also resolved by Lai Wuhen bit by bit.

But the masculine aura emanating from Lai Wuhen's body, coupled with the actions of the two of them, made it even more difficult for Li Ziling to control himself after Li Ziling recovered some bodily functions.

With a rosy complexion, her pair of jade hands began to restlessly on Lai Wuhen's body, tearing Lai Wuhen's clothes.

Fortunately, the cassock Lai Wuhen wore was made of good material, and Li Ziling's sanity was still unclear, so how could this little strength be separated.

Lai Wuhen, who was working hard to detoxify, didn't have the heart to care about these things, and with a backhand, he clasped Li Ziling's hands behind her.

Yun Li watched all this from the side, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart, but she knew that as a ghost soldier, she didn't think much about it.

Li Ziling wanted to struggle, but her body hadn't fully recovered, so her strength was naturally far inferior to Lai Wuhen's. However, with a moving head, she still gnawed while panting heavily. After a while, she felt a bloody pain coming from her throat. With a sigh of relief, this mind regained a bit of sobriety.

When he saw the reality clearly, he didn't dare to move, his face was hot, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't know whether it was enjoyment or shame in his heart.

After Lai Wuhen could no longer sense the slightest bit of poisonous gas and phantom medicine from Li Ziling's body, he just let go of her, wiped the blood from her mouth, took out a pill and began to take it.

This injury was nothing to him, but the wound healed in an instant.

On the contrary, Li Ziling tidied up her clothes with a look of embarrassment.

"Li Daoyou, do you feel better?" After experiencing the previous scene, Lai Wuhen was only calm on the surface, but in fact, his heart was turbulent.

Li Ziling's soft and boneless body, coupled with the fragrance of his virginity, made it difficult for him to control himself for a while, but when he thought of the scene of his family members dying in front of his eyes, he no longer had any further thoughts in his heart.

Although he has embarked on the path of cultivating immortals now, but this level of cultivation is just like an ant in the world of cultivating immortals. He lost his family once, and he doesn't want to face that kind of pain again, so he doesn't want to be with anyone in his heart. People have too much emotional involvement.

Li Ziling only reacted after hearing the words: "It's nothing, thank you for saving my life, Fellow Daoist Lai."

"What you did before was really helpless, please don't take it to heart, Li Daoyou." Lai Wuhen said, looking very calm on the surface.

"As cultivators like me, why would we care about skins? It's because I can't control myself and hurt fellow Daoist Lai, so it's my fault." Li Ziling finally calmed down as she spoke.

"Li Daoyou can think so, it would be great, I'm just a little flesh wound, it's nothing." Lai Wuhen said, but his eyes swept around.

Although Li Ziling spoke lightly, but seeing Lai Wuhen's indifferent look, he also smiled wryly in his heart. Could it be that this person is completely uninterested in the affairs of men and women?
Or is it that his own beauty doesn't catch his eyes?Or does he mind that he doesn't have spiritual roots?

In the situation just now, if he went further, she would have no way to refuse, which was somewhat different from what she knew about the man's temperament.

Looking at Yunli, seeing that Yunli also smiled awkwardly at her, Li Ziling could only smile along with her.

Is it because of her existence?It shouldn't be, it's just a ghost pawn, no matter how good-looking it is, it's impossible.

It's not that Li Ziling has any affection for Lai Wuhen, it's just that on certain things, he feels somewhat resistant to being rejected.

Although she is the Ninth Princess of Fengshanjiao, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child. After seeing the power of monks, she devoted herself to seeking Taoism. Unfortunately, she has no spiritual roots, so she can't cultivate Dharma body at all.

He could only do his best in martial arts, and broke through the boundaries of mortals when he was less than 20 years old, and entered the body-hardening realm of a body-refining monk.

But because of this, her heart to the Tao became more determined. After learning that there might be Linggen Pill in the tomb of her ancestors, she planned for a long time.

It was also by chance that he met Lai Wuhen, a monk with no sect background, so he naturally wanted to make good use of him, so he had an invitation.

How could Lai Wuhen fully understand Li Ziling's thoughts, after he regained his composure, he began to observe the surrounding coffins.

There are quite a few of these coffins on each floor, and Lai Wuhen was only a little curious at first.

However, there are ninety-nine and 81 sets of coffins on the eighth floor. Unlike the coffins above that are filled with skeletons, there is a mummy in each coffin here, as if the essence and blood have been sucked out by something.

Lai Wuhen casually pushed away a coffin, which also confirmed the result of his spiritual investigation.

Li Ziling also regained his composure and walked over: "What did Fellow Daoist Lai discover?"

Lai Wuhen shook his head: "It's just that I have some doubts, and I'm not sure about anything, Yunli, check the inside of each coffin to see if you can find anything wrong."

Yun Li was originally a Xiaojiabiyu with a strong temperament. After experiencing life and death and becoming a soul body, she became a ghost soldier through cultivation, and her understanding of this world has also risen several levels.

She didn't feel the slightest discomfort in the face of a pair of mummified corpses.

After checking them one by one, Yun Li also shook his head.

Lai Wuhen checked around, and found all kinds of strange runes painted on the walls and floors, as well as the coffin, but found no other strange things.

And some expected institutions, but none of them were found.

When approaching the entrance of the ninth floor, the layers of Yin Qi gathered at the entrance were condensed and did not disperse, and the spiritual consciousness could not penetrate through it at all.

As soon as Lai Wuhen urged the magic formula in his hand, a thunderbolt in the palm attacked the Yin Qi, but the thunder in the palm, which had restraint effect on Yin Qi, was like a mud cow entering the sea, and did not cause any fluctuations in the Yin Qi.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the two of them thumped at the same time.