Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Just as the monster was about to get up, Yang Ye Shangxian suddenly leaned over, kissed him on the forehead forcefully, then hugged him into his arms and rubbed him, "You scared me to death..."

Shui Wufeng felt the faint soft touch on his forehead, and wanted to take Xianxiu's whole body into his mouth more and more. Under depression, he tightened the arms on Feng Yangye's body.

Feng Yangye felt that the apprentice was hugging his waist tightly, and he began to think to himself... The child must have been frightened, and his movements were much lighter, as he touched the head in his arms and brushed against the other person's hair. Then he kissed again, "Don't be afraid, I'm back, it's all right."

The monster's heart shrank slightly, and he let out a thirsty sigh from the bottom of his heart...

"Twelve, when the injury on Master's body heals, I will help you go to the Promise Hall to avenge," Feng Yangye closed his eyes and poked his consciousness into the monster's body. Under Shui Wufeng's deliberate cover, he could only see the normal He was a little confused by the running dantian meridian. He didn't think about how the toxin was sent out and he couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. He lightly patted his apprentice's head and confirmed several times that there was no serious problem. Come on... that's all, it's fine.

The hanging heart let go, Feng Yangye couldn't hold back the injury and slowly exhaled and swallowed back a hiss of pain. The injury was inexplicably and unexpectedly serious, but before the poison of the silver needle was forcibly removed, many meridians were torn open , Jindan was also injured under the formation, and in addition to the previous injury, I am afraid it will not heal if he does not retreat and concentrate on healing for a period of time.

Shui Wufeng felt the discomfort of the person in his arms, and his eyes dimmed, "Master, rest at ease..."

Feng Yangye felt his apprentice's concern, and smiled gratifiedly: "What's the matter? Listen to your words, you still want to help the master to take revenge? I may have to retreat for a while, you stay in the sect obediently, take care of your body, and have Chou Shizun will help you report, be obedient."

Shui Wufeng didn't speak, let go of his breath and took a sip of the subtle and light fragrance around him, the air flow wound into his chest cavity, arousing his unprecedented intense desire as expected... Is it Wuji Temple?

After three days of Feng Yangye's retreat

a rainy night

In a hidden mountain gate located in a dense forest, a man with an evil appearance dressed in purple sat in the pavilion, drinking wine while listening to the report of the young man in black at the bottom.

"Hall Master, Donghai Fengshenzong has taken more precautions recently, it is really difficult for us to attack..."

"Then think of a way to do it, kill some of his disciples and lure this Yang Ye Shangxian out. He has been retreating for several days and must have been seriously injured. We can't let this good opportunity go. The master of the Jindan summit, wait for him to recover. If we are injured, we will be the ones to suffer," the man in purple looked at the bright red spirits in his glass with piercing eyes.

"But three elders have died in the hall, we..."

"Then do you think I should let this matter go? Or beg Feng Yangye in a low voice?" Bai Wuji's eyes sank, and the next demon cultivator lowered his head, "Sub...Subordinates are just worried about us making a big fuss with Donghai Fengshen Being an enemy will cause other immortal sects to join forces to attack."

"Huh... without fanfare, do you want to tell the world that I am easy to bully at the Wuji Temple? The Xianzong sect is just a decent villain. After the battle between the bottomless abyss and the ancient demon, all of them lost their vitality. How can they have the strength to control it?" other people?"

"The Palace Master said so," the young man lowered his head and replied slowly.

Bai Wuji looked at Moxiu who was kneeling on the ground, and when his eyes swept over his waist and hips, his eyes showed a scrutiny, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice slowed down a lot: "Give me... crawl over..."

The young man paused, knelt on the ground and slowly crawled over. After being instructed, he raised his head and looked at Bai Wuji. It was a fairly handsome face. The purple-clothed demon was holding a wine glass in his hand, carefully scrutinizing the young man's eyebrows and eyes. , fed the fine wine in the cup to the young man's mouth, "Open your mouth..."

The young Moxiu slowly opened his mouth, and the bright red juice was poured into his mouth, staining his lips red. After pouring out the glass, Bai Wuji rubbed his lips that were still slightly open with his fingertips, and said in an ambiguous voice, "Swallow it... ..."

Seeing the young man swallowing the wine, Ziyi Moxiu laughed twice, with a look of teasing in his eyes: "In a few days... I want that Immortal Yang Ye to also kneel before me like this, willingly let me appreciate this Confucianism and immortals in the world have a bit of character on the bed... What do you think?"

"I said...not so much," a cold voice suddenly came from the beam, Bai Wuji was startled, raised his head, and saw a slender monk with a ghost face sitting horizontally on the wide beam.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Bai Wuji frowned, looked at that person calmly, secretly grasped the hidden weapon in his sleeve, and he didn't feel at all that the other person appeared there...either he has a strange magic or...he is a cultivator in the profound realm After all, the ancient fairy court above the heaven has disappeared, and there is almost no trace of the bliss in the west. The golden immortal and Yuan immortal with endless longevity are legends. The most powerful monk in this world today is the monk Xuanjing, Xuanjing If you want to become an immortal, you have to go through the thunder calamity. The ancient scene has passed away, and there has been no thunder calamity in ten thousand years, let alone the successful transformation into an immortal.

The man in black with a white ghost face fell down from the beam, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and he said with a smile, "If I were you, I wouldn't ask such stupid things."

Bai Wuji waved away the demon cultivator in front of him, his eyes were sharp: "Feng Yangye sent you here?"

After the ghost face came a chuckle, "What? Didn't you still miss him just now, and now you're afraid again?"

Within a few words, a terrifying coercion came from the surroundings, and Bai Wuji could feel the surging devilish energy in it, and he couldn't hide his surprise: "...Who the hell are you!?"

The person behind the ghost face didn't speak any more. He waved his hand and slapped the young Moxiu who was about to escape against the wall. He broke his neck in the air and killed a monk who was in the late stage of divine movement without any fluctuation of spiritual power.

Bai Wuji showed a trace of apprehension, and took the opportunity to get up to leave, but the figure suddenly fell in front of him and blocked his way, "Don't hurry, tell me who spent 30 spirit stones to buy Feng Yangye's life."

"...Why would you, a demon cultivator, be interested in this matter?" Bai Wuji looked at this strange man who didn't have any fluctuations in spiritual power but was full of demonic pressure, and took a few steps back.

Shui Wufeng cast a glance at the cuff of the demon cultivator in front of him, and said in a cold tone, "Put away the hidden weapon in your hand, and answer my question."

Bai Wuji felt the cold sweat gradually oozing from his back, completely unable to guess the other party's identity and cultivation level, "Okay...let me say..."

a quarter of an hour later

The sound of the growing rain overwhelmed several low moans of pain and dying struggles.

The tall figure with a ghostly face in black stepped into the dark forest, and the bloody footprints left behind were washed away by the rain.

Suddenly there was a panicked sound from the mountain gate of the Wuji Hall, but the heavy rain swayed, washing away a lot of the blood in that hall.

Shui Wufeng walked in the rain with a human head in his hands, with some scars left by hidden weapons on his body, and the face under the ghost's face showed a trace of weariness...

Sure enough, no matter how careful you are against the demon cultivator, the demonic energy will enter the body and affect the seal, but when he thinks of the owner of the head in his hand, he thinks about Feng Yangye, his sprouting magic makes him feel that he still let this person die Too fast.

Shui Wufeng hung his head in front of the mountain gate of the Wuji Hall, looked in the direction of Mochizuki Capital with his slightly glowing eyes in the heavy rain, and the corner of his mouth was bloodthirsty... The next person will be much easier to deal with...

……

Feng Yangye sat alone in the closed mountain mansion meditating, his pale face was more haggard by the flickering candlelight beside him.

He had sunk his consciousness into the meridians in his body, and he couldn't hear or feel the outside world at all, but an instinctive sense of crisis suddenly rushed into his mind from his back.

He woke up from the state of immersion, listened to the quiet surroundings, and slowly frowned.

Is it an illusion again?The sense of crisis just now was extremely real.

Where is the threat in Keshan Mansion?Even if outsiders come in, there should be some movement when Zongyin passes through the barrier.

The wounds on his body were in pain, Feng Yangye took a breath before closing his eyes, smelling a faint fragrance, he immediately held his breath, and sacrificed Ningyuan Hansoul, "Who?"

"I'm sorry... Shangxian Yangye..." A soft female voice came from around, Feng Yangye frowned: "Nie Shuiyan? How did you get in?"