Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Shui Wufeng gently stroked his head, hugged him tightly, and slowly guided the spiritual power from the upper dantian into his body, trying to help him restrain the strange spirit that kept pouring into his dantian from the formation Only then did the spiritual power with demonic energy rush to Feng Yangye's body, and he was pulled into the formation in an instant.

Chijiri paused, and quickly cut off the transmission of spiritual power. He probably guessed the real function of the formation behind the immortal cultivator, "...Did you just kill a few demon cultivators and drain their spiritual power? Is it all sucked into the formation on your back?"

Feng Yangye seemed to be feeling more uncomfortable, no longer talking in a trance, just curled up tightly in his arms, panting with difficulty, and nodded slightly when he heard his question.

Shui Wufeng sat on the bed with someone in his arms, frowned, thinking about how to alleviate the excessive spiritual power in the immortal cultivator's body, and if he continued to let it go like this, he would not feel the pain and would not be constantly shattered. It hurts to death, and Jin Dan can't bear such a toss, if the spiritual power is completely broken and scurry in the body, it will undoubtedly die.

The monster raised his hand to cover the formation on the back of Xianxiu's neck, closed his eyes and used his divine sense to guide the constantly changing and gathering spiritual power in the opponent's body into his own body. This time it was not poisonous, but in comparison... .This strange spiritual power transformed from magic cultivator's spiritual power has not been thoroughly refined by the immortal cultivator's golden core, but it still carries demonic energy, which is more harmful to him than poison. The seal will not only swallow this thing, but also change it. It became more difficult to pull out, and the red threads coiled in his own dantian, kept increasing, and gradually forced into the blood.

As the seal became stronger, the demonic nature became more unbearable. While guiding his spiritual power, he lowered his head and gently licked Xianxiu's face and ears. When he turned his head to look at Feng Yangye, he didn't know how gentle his eyes were now: "...Why did you come to me?"

"Twelve... Don't be afraid... Master will protect you if he promises you... I said I will be your godfather... No one can touch you without me..." Feng Yangye didn't know if he was in his right mind or not Shui Wufeng came over, clutched his clothes tightly and closed his eyes tiredly, Shui Wufeng looked down at the pale face, feeling a little helpless: "... how can you protect me."

The spiritual power in the body gradually disappeared, and Feng Yangye's mood also stabilized. Shui Wufeng looked at Xianxiu who had passed out, and raised his eyebrows, but Rong Ning was right. Seeing that the seal in his body was aroused by someone, and now to help him spread the seal in his body into the meridians, "I wanted to borrow your place to spend decades recuperating, but now I can't go for one or two hundred years. ..you really don't want me to leave."

Shui Wufeng had a smile on his face, and with the demonic drive, he approached the opponent's body exposed in front of him, gently sniffed the medicinal fragrance, opened his mouth and bit Xianxiu's bright shoulder, but didn't dare to go too far. With force, only a few shallow teeth marks were left, and then he let go. His eyes turned to look at the blood stains on Feng Yangye's back, and the smile on his mouth faded.

Feng Yangye didn't use this formation in such a dangerous place as the Tianbing Tomb, so this formation probably can only absorb the spiritual power of Moxiu. After the external spiritual power is transformed in the formation, it pours into the dantian to forcibly change the physique. This promotion technique is appalling. No wonder Feng Yangye wanted to hide the formation on his back and the smell on his body. If he possessed this formation, if his comprehension is not bad, it should not be difficult to ascend to the golden core, which explains why Feng Yangye can break through the golden way with a water spirit root If it weren't for Xuanjing's need for a great opportunity, he might be able to overwhelm the Sizhou monks with his own good understanding and such a formation.

However, everything has advantages and disadvantages. Judging from what Xianxiu said in a trance just now, this formation still doesn't look like something he voluntarily engraved on his body. It is probably an extremely painful process to integrate this formation into his body... afraid of water It can't be natural to be afraid of being that way.

Shui Wufeng put the stripped clothes back on Feng Yangye's body, gently stroking his hair with deep eyes... After Jindan reached the top, he can no longer be promoted by brute force, and using this formation will definitely not be a burden Otherwise, it wouldn't be so delirious, Feng Yangye came back desperately to save him... I didn't feel so stupid at first, but now I feel even more stupid, just an apprentice who just accepted , Take your own life and come back, is it worth it?

Shui Wufeng buried his face in Xianxiu's hair, took a light breath, the strong agitation that arose with his appetite was not suppressed anymore, he let it condense under his body from soft to hot... …

The next morning

Feng Yangye pressed his uncomfortable stomach and opened his eyes, looked at the boy who was quietly sitting next to him and watched him for a long time, then suddenly woke up, grabbed Shui Wufeng's shoulder and looked back and forth, " Are you injured?"

"I'm fine..."

After getting the answer, Feng Yangye heaved a sigh of relief, looked over to the ground, and stared at the unusually bloody corpses for a moment, "These people... were I killed?"

Shui Wufeng glanced at the corpse he was too lazy to clean up last night, and nodded firmly.

Of the three corpses, the neck of the most complete one was twisted and turned, and the limbs of the most miserable one were all broken, and the spine was also crushed.

Feng Yangye was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembered something, "Twelve, follow me back to the sect right away... I will explain to you when I go back to Master."

......

In the afternoon, Feng Yangye returned to the Fengshenzong in the East China Sea. The news that he killed the three guard elders of the Wuji Temple spread to the ears of Sizhou Moxiu... The corpses of several elders were secretly guarded outside Mochizuki. The two Promise Hall demon cultivators there found out that their dantians were shattered and died. This technique is unique to the direct descendants of the Eastern Sea Conferred Gods, so it will definitely not be mistaken.

The two sects must have been married, and all sects and sects have pulled up their chairs to start watching the fun. Although Wuji Temple is not a famous sect, it is famous among Moxiu's respectable sects for revenge, sinister and vicious , Manzong are all masters of using poison, even if no one bought Feng Yangye's head from them, and they couldn't receive the reward of 30 spirit stones, they would definitely make a big fuss to avenge their blood.

Sure enough, at dusk, the Promise Hall issued a blood order and the arrows scattered throughout the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou to kill and kill. Pass.

"Master... Who do you think you've offended? You haven't stopped talking since you came back from the Heavenly Soldiers Tomb. This time, someone and someone bought your life with Moxiu... 30 yuan High-grade spirit stones, that is a spirit stone vein," Feng Yuntai, who was injured in Tongcheng last time and hadn't fully recovered yet, heard that their head was beaten outside again, so he hurriedly told him I got up in the courtyard and rushed over to condolences.

"Who are you offending? Why don't you say that I am punished by the gods for committing the Tai Sui..." Feng Yangye held his aching stomach, bowed his waist, straightened his waist, twisted his face Leaning against the bed rail, he helped the pale young man pull the quilt on the bed, and wiped the other's fair face with his fingers, with worry in his eyes, Shui Wufeng suddenly passed out on the way back, he released his consciousness but could not penetrate I don't know if he was poisoned by some strange poison in his body, "The beams of the Promise Palace won't marry, I will also... let them come if they dare to come, and dare to speak nonsense after the death of the three Jindan elders, I am in vain If my son can't wake up, I'll settle the old and new debts together, and bring someone over to raid his mountain gate!"

Shui Wufeng, whose face was calm at first, frowned lightly, Feng Yangye lowered his head and saw his expression hurt, and then raised his eyes to look at Feng Yuntai with a sick face and the disciples who rushed over, His tone faded from the fierceness just now, and he waved his hands enduring the discomfort in his chest and back: "Don't gather here, let's all go out first, I'll take care of Twelve, and...these days are called People in the sect should not leave the sect's territory easily, and wait for my injury to be fine, and then talk to those demon cultivators about the truth."

"Master, take a good rest...we are on call," Wu Cheng hesitated for a moment, looked worriedly at Feng Yangye's bloody white clothes, and led a few juniors back outside the room.

Feng Yuntai was not in a hurry to leave, "Sect Leader, this time the matter is serious, if we can't find the person behind the scenes, our Eastern Sea Conferred God..."

"I can't think of who I offended for a while, so you secretly find someone to find out if there are any reputable people who have been in contact with the demon cultivators of the Promise Hall recently... 30 high-grade spirit stones are not obtained by ordinary people. It will not be easy to cultivate with many spirit stones in hand, and if you have a high cultivation level and you can't kill me yourself, it is more likely that this person is a decent immortal cultivator from a famous family."

Feng Yuntai nodded when he heard Feng Yangye's words, hesitation appeared on his face while he was thinking: "Listen to what the master said, the people from the Wuji Palace should have ambushed at Wangyue a few days in advance, do you feel that the master is still in ambush?" It may be that there are ghosts in the sect... who leaked all the things about the treasures in the sect, and then asked people to spread the news in Mochizuki that there are overseas immortal cultivators buying and selling magic weapons to lure you over there."

"...I've thought about what you said, and it's not very likely. Although Wuji Palace's attack this time is meticulous and careful, it's too hasty. It's a long-term plan to plant an inner ghost. They obviously took the deal recently, and the other party also set up a plan. There is a time limit for killing me, and the scarcity of magical artifacts in my sect is not a serious matter, you will find out after a little inquiring with the disciples in the sect, if someone just leaked it unintentionally, there is no need to pursue it."

"The head..."

"Elder Yuntai, go down. Your injuries are still not healed. You can leave the things you need to investigate to other elders. Remember to be careful. No matter who you find out, report to me first before making a decision."

"Yes, the head is good to rest...Yuntai resigns," Feng Yuntai looked at Feng Yangye's face and nodded, and did not continue to disturb.

Feng Yangye lowered his head and pulled the boy closer to him, stroking the other's head worriedly: "Twelve, I, Feng Yangye, am not a good person...but since you have followed me, nothing will happen to you."

Shui Wufeng leaned against him and breathed long and slowly, brows were still slightly wrinkled, and the back of his clothes was already drenched with sweat.

Following Feng Yangye's journey back to the sect, the seals in his body loosened even more, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from being forced into the upper dantian to wreak havoc. There is almost no spiritual power stored here, but it is the key to the whole body's air pockets. The danger is only one step away from the heart.

He seemed to be drowsy, but he was actually suppressing it with his spiritual consciousness, but this kind of mediation would cause the severe pain of the seal to entangle the chest and abdomen meridian a little bit, which was aggravated dozens of times under the delicate perception of the powerful spiritual consciousness, as if a purgatory was born in his body. Ordinary monks and monsters are afraid that they will die in pain after a few breaths, so they instinctively withdraw their consciousness to relieve the pain, but once they withdraw their consciousness and the seal penetrates into the air pocket, they will fall into a coma for at least a thousand years.

Shui Wufeng endured for several hours without saying a word, until the seal slowed down at this moment, he separated a wisp of consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, vaguely heard the words in his ears, the instinctive emotion was not reassurance, but faint teasing ...With a strange urge to hold this Xianxiu in his arms.

He opened his eyes, and saw a handsome man's face who was resting with his eyes closed. He raised his hand and touched it lightly. Feng Yangye opened his eyes and looked at him with joy on his face, "Twelve?! You're awake, tell the teacher Is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Shui Wufeng stared at him intently, holding his breath, fearing that the demonic nature yelling in his head would rise again and accidentally hurt him.