What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Qinan closed his eyes, his lips were pressed against Yu Hong's, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

It was his first time doing this kind of thing, and he was so nervous that his mind was in a mess.After a long while, he found that Yu Hong had been frozen and didn't move, so he quietly opened one eye and took a peek, immediately: "..."

What is the young master trying to do with his eyes so wide open?

Qinan distanced himself a little bit awkwardly, brushed his hair and wanted to say something: "You..."

However, as soon as he uttered the first word, Yu Hong suddenly moved, stretched out his hand to hold the back of Qinan's head and pulled him back, then lowered his head and sealed his mouth again.

Qinan's pupils suddenly dilated, and his sanity, which had recovered a little, was in a mess again.

He felt that Yu Hong pried open his lips, and broke through the barrier of his teeth, and then something invaded and pressed himself to explore in the mouth.

A tingling sensation slowly spread along the spine and spread all over the body.

After a long time, Yu Hong finally let go of him.

Qinan closed his eyes and gasped for a while, it took him a while to break free from that strange feeling.He opened his eyes and stared at Yu Hong for a moment, and caught a glimpse of the tips of Yi Hong's ears that were red as if they were about to burn.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Qinan didn't know what was wrong with him, he was obviously nervous too, but when he saw that Yu Hong was more nervous than himself, he immediately calmed down.He half-closed his eyes, licked with his tongue the corner of his lips that had been bitten a little bit by Ye Hong in the kiss just now, and teased: "Jian Hong Jian Jun, you are so excited."

Yue Hong's gaze subconsciously moved with the tip of his tongue, and then he suddenly realized what he was doing, and the redness at the tips of his ears gradually spread to his cheeks.

Jinan smiled even more happily.

He wanted to tease the young master again, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of the surrounding environment out of the corner of his eye, and the smile in his eyes faded away.

Qinan tore off the outer robe he wore to disguise himself as a mortal and burned it to ashes, and the gray robe hidden on his body quietly appeared.He stood up and looked at Yang's ancient castle. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I really feel worthless for Puyang Mu...my grandfather."

The Patriarch of the Puyang Clan gave his life to avenge his daughter, but he didn't know until his death that he had found the wrong target for revenge.

And the Mahayana monk who extended a helping hand to him and was willing to avenge him was the culprit of everything.

Qinan reached out and touched the gray cloth strip tied around his neck, the corners of his lips moved slightly.

The "Puyang Clan" that his mother had been thinking about for a long time had already died out more than 300 years ago.

But it was as if the "Longevity Lock" that Puyang Shengyun tied him had really taken effect, the child who was as fragile as an ant, who was only interested in filling his stomach, really stumbled and survived.

Countless crises, countless tribulations, no matter how narrowly escaped death, he has successfully survived.

If Puyang Shengyun had really brought him back to the Puyang clan back then, then their ending would have been as sad as those members of the Yang clan who were imprisoned as life-saving medicine.

But things didn't go that way.

As if there was a destiny in the dark, Puyang Shengyun ignited a bunch of torches to guide him at the cost of his life.

Maybe his childhood wandering life was indeed difficult, but at least he will still be free.

Perhaps this is also Puyang Shengyun's wish.

Qinan was a little sad, but also a little relieved.

"Qinan."

Qinan paused for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of Yu Hong.

Yao Hong asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yang, what do you want to do with it?"

Qinan was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "Help them break the siege formation, strip the bloodline spell from their bodies, and then let them handle it themselves."

Yi Hong seemed relieved, and said: "That person who has been in the body is an accomplice, and the emperor will detain him for trial."

Hearing this, Qinan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked: "Then Yang Chengze is the 'son of the second brother' that my grandfather said at the beginning?"

Yi Hong looked into his eyes and replied, "Yes."

Qinan frowned slightly, but said nothing.

He was too lazy to find out how Yang Chengze got on this path, and he didn't want to ask how Yang Chengze felt about betraying his blood relatives for himself.

After all, it can only be sophistry such as "forced to be helpless", "I don't know", "there is no other way".

"Are you going to hand it over to the cultivator of Huangtian Sword Gate in Nantianzhou?" Qinan suddenly remembered something.

Huangtian Sword Sect actually has branches in Eleven Continents other than Saint Demon Continent, and in Ten Thousand Worlds farther away, but except for Great Barren Continent, the rest of the branches are not too strong.In addition to the disciples and guests accepted by the local branch, at most each branch of Huangtian Sword Sect sends a few to dozens of origins to inspect regularly every year.

Usually, if mortals or monks encounter grievances, as long as they can find these monks from Huangtian Jianmen, the people from Huangtian Jianmen will usually take care of them.

However, the problem is that there are too many things, and it is really impossible for them to manage all of them, so more often they only exist as a deterrent.

But as Lord Jianhong... those people will definitely obey his orders.

Yi Hong nodded: "This matter is within the scope of their duties."

Qinan snorted, and said, "Then why don't you arrange Yang's affairs and let them deal with them by the way?"

"..." Yu Hong was a little surprised, "Okay."

Qinan exhaled and stretched: "Okay, let's go, I miss my secret realm after so long delay. I hope it hasn't been destroyed..."

To be honest, Qinan and Yang have no relationship at all.If his mother's family members were still alive, he would try to help them, but those old people from the "Puyang Clan" had long been killed by the Mahayana ancestor.

And according to the memory of the Mahayana ancestor, those people did not leave any bones for him to worship.

After Yuhong finished contacting the monks of the Huangtian Sword Gate in Nantianzhou, Qinan and Yuhong continued to go in the direction of his secret realm.

This secret realm was used by him to seal up the problematic Golden Crow's Core before, because he was worried that there might be some problems with the Golden Crow's Core that he hadn't discovered, and Qinan hadn't come back since that day.

After careful observation at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No one has ever entered his secret realm.

In other words, the method he used to deal with the Golden Crow Core was not wrong, and now this Golden Crow Core is an ordinary Golden Crow Core.

For the time being, Qinan didn't care about the dense weeds that have grown in the secret realm for more than a year. He just found an open space and rushed to the fishing village where he lived when he was young, and moved his mother's tombstone to a piece of Qishan Moon in the secret realm. Next to the sea of ​​flowers, and then gradually cut off the connection between the secret realm and Nantianzhou.

"Om..."

The secret realm shrunk to a spot of light, which fell into Qinan's palm.

Qinan instantly felt something pressing on him suddenly: "..."

Qinan waved to Jianjun Yuhong who was standing beside him.

With some doubts in his eyes, Yu Hong silently walked to Qinan's side.

As a result, Qinan leaned on his shoulder and groaned, "Oh my God, this thing is so heavy, I feel so uncomfortable. How did the Lightning Sword Lord be able to walk like flying with such a thing back then? Oh , By the way, he is Yuanshen, and I am just a weak Mahayana casual cultivator who has not even crossed the kalpa..."

Yihong: "..."

The Golden Crow's Core is the cornerstone of a small world, but it is only the cornerstone.

But when it is mobilized to build a secret realm, it is not just a cornerstone.

If you still want to run around with it at this time...

Then first consider whether you have the ability to carry the weight of an entire small world.

Moreover, because before making the secret realm, the monks must have sacrificed the cornerstone of the secret realm.

So this thing, even others can't help you resist.

It was the first time that Qinan disliked that there were too many things in his secret realm.

He found a random place and poured out more than a dozen dirt hills that he didn't know when he shoveled in, and tried his best to throw away some debris, and finally felt that he could breathe.

He said to Yu Hong with a mournful face, "Jian Hong Jian Jun, I think I'm going to die."

Yu Hong thought for a while, then turned his back and bent slightly, said, "I'll carry you."

Qinan didn't have the strength to think about other things anymore, so he laid down on Yu Hong's back slowly, and immediately felt his legs being supported by Yu Hong's hand.

Qinan hasn't forgotten that Yu Hong still has hundreds of source realms sealed at the moment.

Feeling guilty and guilty from the bottom of his heart, he took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag and handed it to Yu Hong: "Yi Hong, are you tired, do you want some tonic pill? What kind of flavor is this bottle?" with..."

Yu Hong's body froze instantly, recalling the indescribable things back then, and the words of refusal were already on his lips.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt Qinan rub against his back, and seemed to blow into his ear.Immediately, his words got stuck in his throat the moment he uttered them.

Qinan finally adjusted himself to a posture where he wouldn't be crushed, and continued to murmur weakly in his ear: "...Well, I remembered, it's garlic prawns."

Yu Hong's expression was tense: "..."

However, at this time, Qinan on his back had already pulled off the cap of the bottle of Buling Pill, poured out one and held it in the palm of his hand, and brought it to Yu Hong's mouth: "May I feed you?"

Yihong: "..."

Yihong Jianjun succumbed.