Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Wu Cheng endured the severe pain brought by the demon Gu and was in a trance. He raised his head and noticed that the ghostly figure was pressing towards Feng Yangye, and he struggled to prop up his body and pointed the sword at the ghost's face.

"Cheng'er, put down the sword..." Feng Yangye saw Wu Cheng's movements from the corner of his eyes, and hurriedly stopped him.

Wucheng panted heavily and didn't hear him clearly, he raised his sword and thrust it into the neck of the ghost-faced cultivator, the man waved his hand lightly, the spiritual power of the long sword rolled back and broke, Wucheng felt a terrible force coming from The sword came up and hit his chest, he stumbled back a few steps and fell down, Feng Yangye's face changed slightly, and the instant he took the step to catch the big apprentice, he felt a clear trace of anger coming from beside him.

The person under the ghost's face grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. The surrounding fire sources were extinguished a lot. The pair of eyes under the ghost's face glowed with a faint light, and he stood motionless in the gloomy darkness and watched quietly. he.

Feng Yangye glanced at the apprentice who fell on the ground and passed out, frowned, and suddenly realized that the magician who had sneaked up on him just now was about to run away, and his face was anxious, "Twelve, don't let him go..."

Feng Yangye got up and wanted to catch someone, but a tall and straight figure appeared beside him in an instant, the soles of his shoes stepped on his shoulders and pushed him back to the ground, Ming Yanxiu disappeared within a few breaths.

The surroundings were almost completely dark, Feng Yangye was pinned to the ground and couldn't move, in the dark and cold, the fear from memory stabbed his heart.

The pressure on his back was removed, Feng Yangye heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the sound of breathing getting closer, he was picked up and wrapped into an embrace.

The man sniffed something between his shoulders and neck, the mask blocked the man's movements, and was pulled away irritably.

The scorching breath sprayed on the neck, Feng Yangye's heart trembled, and he raised his hand to hug the devil without caring about others, "Wufeng..."

The man still didn't speak, smelling something stuck to his body, even his clothes were in the way, so he pulled his collar away, sniffing the faint scent of medicine, and licked him a few times vigorously.

Feng Yangye suppressed his fear, hugged the strange demon head tightly all the time, turned his head and kissed his ear bone gently, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xianxiu's consciousness spread out, and found that the surrounding demons and evil thoughts were constantly being pulled into the body of the devil. He immediately poked his consciousness into it, and saw the large seal spreading from the dantian that was actively exuding blood. .

During Feng Yangye's investigation, a powerful spiritual consciousness swept over and enveloped his spiritual consciousness. The will inside contained a terrifying sense of darkness. He felt as if he was being captured by an irrational giant The beast is caught between its teeth, and it will be torn apart and swallowed at any time.

In an instant, all of Feng Yangye's spiritual consciousness was pulled away and wrapped around him, and his physical body lay limply on the broad and flat shoulders of the demon head as if he had fallen asleep.

Shui Wufeng, who was suppressed by the surrounding demons due to the seal and lost his main will, looked at him, raised his fingers and rubbed his lips vigorously while his eyes flickered, until the color was bright red, he leaned over and licked lightly.

His breathing became hotter, Shui Wufeng hugged him even tighter with a blank face, his dark eyes were flowing with black lights, he sniffed for a long time, he carried him on his shoulders, slowly got up, and left The young man on the ground glanced at them and picked them up together.

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When Wu Cheng Youyou woke up, there were fire lights flickering around, and two figures could be vaguely seen.

When his vision came back clearly, he froze...

An unusually tall and stalwart man, looking at his figure, should be the ghost-faced monk who beat off the demon cultivator who attacked his master. At this time, this man was sitting naked on the wall of the grotto, holding something in his arms. The man, covered by the black robe he took off, only showed his face and leaned towards his arms, as if he didn't want others to see it.

But Wucheng looked at the white clothes exposed from that corner and already guessed who the tightly wrapped person was. Anxiety flashed in his eyes, he propped himself up and looked at the devil: "You want to do something to my master?" What?"

The tall man raised his head and glanced at him. It was an extremely sharp and handsome face. It didn't need murderous intent and majesty, just a faint look in his eyes would make people tremble.

Shui Wufeng just glanced at him, then lowered his head, sniffing the subtle fragrance of the medicine, looking at that quiet face, the corners of his mouth showed joy.

Wu Cheng looked at the tenderness that flashed by the man when he lowered his head, and became more and more anxious in his heart, and said bitterly: "...If your Excellency wants the stove, I am willing...I beg you not to touch my master."

As Wucheng spoke, he moved closer, Shui Wufeng frowned slightly, the former felt a pressure coming from all directions, pushing him to the other side of the cave wall, he couldn't get any closer.

The devil leaned over and held Feng Yangye's lips, an ambiguous voice sounded from the cave, Wucheng struggled with wide-eyed eyes, looking at this strange monk with a very high cultivation level "obscene" him The unconscious master.

In Shui Wufeng's sea of ​​consciousness, there is a boundless void, with clouds and mist under his feet, high sky above his head, and a faint golden light. There is no sun or wind here, and the vast atmosphere of the beginning of chaos reverberates in the empty space.

Feng Yangye's consciousness took shape, and he saw a man in a black brocade robe lying in the clouds, with a strange black symbol floating between his brows, and his sleeping face was not less heroic.

"Twelve?" Feng Yangye raised his hand to touch the devil's face, traced the shape of the brow bone, and worriedly touched the crack-like black mark between the brows.

Pain came from the fingertips, Feng Yangye withdrew his hand and took a look, there were burn marks on the fingertips that just touched the black marks.

When he lowered his head, he didn't see the transformation of Shui Wufeng's will, frowning slightly, and opened his eyes.

"Hmm..." The moment Feng Yangye raised his eyes, he was gripped by the jawbones on both sides, covering his lips, his consciousness was washed from head to toe by that possessive will, and he began to feel uncontrollable excitement shudder.

A thick fog rose from the devil's sea of ​​consciousness, and the warm and soft golden light stream blocked all sight.

Feng Yangye felt a powerful big hand cruising over him, instantly crushing him in the soft cloud.

All the feelings come directly from the soul, which is three points deeper than the reality. Feng Yangye, who is in the spirit body, can't hear his heartbeat like a drum, but he can imagine how violent his heart will be beating.

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"Huh..." After escaping a long way, Ming Yanxiu breathed a sigh of relief. The ghost-faced cultivator just now was too scary, and his body was tempered to such a degree. Could it be that he cultivated the rumored Hunyuan Gang Body?But wouldn't that kind of secret technique make people exude extreme yang and immortal energy?And that ghost-faced cultivator doesn't look like a decent immortal cultivator... Maybe he got into some way of the Conqueror Conference and practiced some strange skills, but I don't know what he was doing to catch Feng Yangye, maybe it was also for the secret method ?

Ming Yanxiu frowned. He was hit at that time, and his soul was shaken. He only vaguely saw that the ghost-faced monk had restrained Feng Yangye. It was important to escape. Anxious, if this ghost kills Feng Yangye after stealing the secret technique, won't his original plan be for naught?

Anxiety made his Qi and blood go backwards, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were gloomy. Sure enough, he still had to rely on the power of that ancient monster...