Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Ming Yanxiu took out the white feather from the Qiankun bag, untied the black seal attached to it, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the fine hairs of the white feather, and the surrounding demons twitched After a while, Bai Ling radiated red light, absorbing all the blood essence, and then a phantom of a snow-colored flying bird appeared in the air.

The image of the flying bird was vague and vague, as if it was going to disappear at any moment, Ming Yanxiu gritted his teeth and took out two pieces of crystal clear top-quality spirit stones from his Qiankun bag, and poured all his spiritual power into them.

The two spirit stones gradually dried up, and in front of Ming Yanxiu's heartache, a snow-colored flying bird that was almost solid appeared in front of him. After singing a few times, it melted into the darkness. It was much colder, and it was a terrifying temperature that seemed to be able to freeze time.

"Uh..." As if something ancient had awakened from a long slumber, an uncomfortable snort shook the surrounding air, Ming Yanxiu lowered his head, knelt down on the ground suppressed by the contract in his body.

"Have you found Shengjun?" It was a tired but not old man's voice, without any emotional fluctuations, and every word was as cold as this endless ice-cold secret realm.

Ming Yanxiu clenched his fists, his expression and tone were tense: "Master... I haven't found the Holy Lord Chijiri yet..."

The ancient demon didn't speak, but the coercion with anger was suppressed from above, as if it wanted to crush him into a meatloaf, without leaving the slightest sympathy.

Ming Yanxiu shouted in panic: "Master! Master... I have news about the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord Chijiri has already appeared in this world. He has injuries on his body. He was ambushed by hundreds of thousands of immortal generals in the bottomless abyss and was seriously injured. Then I hid it. Recently, when I was looking for the holy king, I found a secret method that could cure my hidden diseases. But after obtaining the secret method, I met a shameless immortal who took my secret method and wanted to kill me. I was desperate. I can only ask the master to help me catch that immortal cultivator and get back the secret method to cure the hidden disease, so I can help the master continue to find the whereabouts of the holy king..."

"Has the Holy King finally appeared..." The ancient demon murmured softly. Ming Yanxiu saw a pair of translucent feet landed in front of him. The ancient demon slowly squatted down. With pure white eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, but he also saw the appearance of the ancient monster that made him shudder. It was a half-human, half-demon terrifying monster, only the face was not covered by white feathers. The face is the same as that of a human but has no color at all, as if his whole body is made of snow, but now the real body of this monster is still in the seal, and I don't know if this translucent phantom can repel that strange ghost monk.

"Is that immortal cultivator you mentioned... also here?" The bone-piercing icy breath fell from the air when the ancient demon spoke, staining Ming Yanxiu's hair and clothes with frost.

"Back to Master, I brought him in... There is also a ghost-faced monk with a high level of cultivation beside him. I don't know what the purpose is. Please be careful, Master."

"Lead the way..." The ancient demon's words were still cold, Ming Yanxiu felt the powerful force fluctuating in front of him, and became a little bit sure, no matter how powerful the monk who competed with him for the secret method was, it was impossible to beat him Such an ancient monster.

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Feng Yangye's spiritual consciousness was tossed by the devil for a long time before he put it back into his body, he opened his eyelids and saw those deep eyes looking at him, he lightly rubbed Shui Wufeng, and smiled wearily Laugh, "I didn't cry..."

Shui Wufeng, who was still trying his best to resist the external demonic barriers being involved in the seal, didn't speak, but looked at Feng Yangye's red ears protruding from his hair behind his face, and drew him closer.

The time in the sea of ​​consciousness is different from that of the outside world. After a few quarters of an hour, Feng Yangye felt that he had been in a fog for several days. His consciousness was consumed and his state was weak. The hot lips and tongue suddenly engulfed the tips of his ears, and he trembled excitedly, but he still couldn't get rid of the sleepiness, but curled up and fell asleep in the arms of the devil.

Wu Cheng watched his master faintly "dodge" after waking up, his heart and lungs were almost bleeding from self-blame and anger, but even his throat was suppressed by the overwhelming coercion and he couldn't make a sound. Not to mention making any movements, the magic gu in his body suddenly flared up again in despair, and his entire right arm was numb with pain. If he hadn't been unable to speak, he would probably have to groan again at this moment.

The devil raised his eyes to look over there, walked over with Feng Yangye in his arms, put his slender fingers on Wucheng's arm, the latter paused, subconsciously wanted to look at Feng Yangye despite the pain After confirming the safety of his master at a glance, he lowered his eyes, and his urgent eyes fell on the sleeping An Ran's face that was still a little red, and he became a little dazed...

Just as he was about to confirm whether he had read it wrong, a strange hoarse voice agitated his eardrums, as if he would tear him into pieces if he didn't obey the voice: "Don't look at him..."

Wu Cheng's gaze moved away involuntarily, as if an invisible hand was holding his head and forcing him to look away, a feeling of being as weak as an ant sprouted in the bottom of his heart, and the feeling of despair and helplessness filled his brain at the same time. A trace of doubt squeezed in... Master, he doesn't seem to resist this person... So... who is this frightening cultivator?

The severe pain in the arm suddenly became much worse. Wucheng was startled, he felt something go out from the arm, the sound of flesh and blood ripping into his ears, the bone-piercing pain penetrated directly from the arm into Nao's brain, he Instantly fainted from pain.

Shui Wufeng withdrew the coercion, let the young man fall to the ground, and helped to stop the bleeding, frowning, he saw that the seal had strangled the few strands of black air coming out of Wucheng's body, and then spread towards the heart and lungs.

A trace of the seal climbed onto the heart, the devil hissed softly, Feng Yangye woke up startled, touched his face in the dim light, "What's wrong?"

The surrounding demons swarmed into the sea of ​​consciousness, Shui Wufeng's eyes were filled with black lights, and the scent of medicine penetrated through two layers of clothes and lingered around his nose. He stared at Feng Yangye's slightly flushed face and breathed heavily. The ultimate sense of integration drew him to take a step closer.

The remaining bit of rationality was devoured by desire, he couldn't control his movements, and once again buried his face in Feng Yangye's neck and licked it, the subtle fragrance permeated his mind, and he was in a white trance , he knew very well that he would find another indescribable ultimate pleasure after biting it down, and it was not inferior to the fusion of spiritual consciousness. He could even smell the fascinating smell of flesh and blood under the skin...

The lips suddenly stuck to a softer place, and the smooth and soft tip of the tongue was carefully inserted into the mouth, Shui Wufeng paused, and at the moment of mad desire to bite down, he broke through all the demon barriers and regained his consciousness... He rolled He took a sip of the soft tongue, and kissed gently, "I'm fine..."

Feng Yangye leaned into his arms and smiled, Shui Wufeng followed him with a smile, but there was regret and guilt in his eyes, the fusion of spirit and consciousness should be a practice method that will benefit both Taoists, Fengyang Now that Ye has lost his spiritual consciousness, he can't do anything without breaking the seal.