When the villain picks up the script

His actions caused the redness in Xiao Jing's eyes to dissipate all of a sudden, and he even widened his eyes, and looked at Wen Qinglan blankly, with an expression of not understanding what happened at all.

This cute look made Wen Qinglan laugh out loud, and he kissed the little apprentice again, but this time he kissed the other's bright red lips.

"It will never be like this again, Xiao Jing." Wen Qinglan said a promise lightly, regardless of the even worse shock on Xiao Jing's face.

"This phantom is beyond my expectation." Xiao Jing murmured with a strange expression.

"Is it a demon, but why does my demon turn into a master and kiss me?"

Xiao Jing touched his lips in bewilderment, and the light in his eyes flickered.

His feelings for Master have always been admiring and painful, admiring the strength and elegance of Master, and suffering from the fact that no matter what he does, he cannot get the slightest favor and smile from Master.

Longing to be close to the master, but afraid of dirtying the eyes of the master.

But now the actions of the inner demon confuse Xiao Jing. Could it be that he has such an unreasonable thought about his feelings for his master that is pressed in the deepest part of his heart?

Wen Qinglan couldn't understand the hidden meaning in Xiao Jing's words, he shook his head with a smile, and touched the little apprentice's head: "Silly boy, this deity is really your master."

How could Xiao Jing take what the heart demon said seriously, only thinking that the other party was trying to seduce him.

However, such a master, even if Xiao Jingming knew it was fake, he couldn't help staring at him greedily, wanting to hear more sweet words.

At this moment, the darkness under the two people's feet suddenly changed, traces of colors that seemed to be splashed gradually appeared, and then the night faded away bit by bit, and the mountains and waters of Qianyu Continent were like a pair of invisible giant hands making splash-ink paintings, bit by bit. Little by little the shape is revealed.

When the last stroke of the landscape was completed, this huge splash-ink painting that was originally extremely silent suddenly became lively.

There was a lot of people shouting and frolicking, and everything was restored to the years before Jing Pingfeng's accident.

Xiao Jing's blood sacrifice to go back in time was successful.

At this time, Xiao Jing's figure also gradually faded away, and he will become that taciturn and ugly apprentice on Jingping Peak again.

Seeing all this, Wen Qinglan also had a premonition in his heart that he was about to withdraw from his apprentice's memory.

Sure enough, the next second, the familiar feeling of weightlessness reappeared, and at the same time, some memories that should not have appeared in his mind, which made Wen Qinglan stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This silly apprentice is really...

But it doesn't prevent him from having a little bit of sweetness.

It was dark and then bright again, and the familiar little apprentice appeared in front of Wen Qinglan again.

He looked at the little apprentice, and the little apprentice looked at him, and the two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"Master." Xiao Jing strode over, walked in front of Wen Qinglan, and blushed slightly before he could say anything.

The little apprentice was so handsome, and his slightly blushing shy appearance was so good that Wen Qinglan pulled Xiao Jing to kiss him without saying a word.

Xiao Jing's face became more and more red, even the pinnae of his ears were red, but his arms became tighter and tighter, wishing to rub the master into his arms, even his lips and tongue were not defensive at all, and they seemed to be seductive. You have to entangle the master's tongue.

It wasn't until they were out of breath that the two reluctantly separated.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, something unspeakable would happen in the next second.

But after all, they are all high-ranking monks who have experienced a lot of things.

The out-of-control emotional outburst was only for a moment, and after they separated, they panted and calmed down.

"Where is this place, why did the apprentice and the master enter each other's memory, and even the things they did in the memory left traces?"

As Xiao Jing spoke, he looked around vigilantly at the surrounding environment.

At this moment, Wen Qinglan's mind also left his apprentice, looking at everything around him like Xiao Jing.

This place is no longer the green vine forest they were in before, but a very strange world.

They floated in midair, and they didn't float up because of the two people's spiritual power. On the contrary, they floated in midair directly after they appeared here.

Below is a scarlet swamp with no end in sight. The swamp is very strange, and there are poisonous gas bubbles gurgling.

Even if you don't open your spiritual sense to check, you can feel the viscous and malicious oppression in this world, and the strong pressure rushing straight into your mind.

"Dick--

Congratulations to the host for opening the final chapter

Plot: The Land That Sleeps

Task: Complete the world of "The Legend of the Gods"

Plot props: Xiao Jing

Opening and preparing..."

Hearing the system's words, Wen Qinglan's heart suddenly rang alarm bells, and he wanted to pull Xiao Jing past him.

However, it was already too late, the red swamp suddenly produced a huge suction force, and a huge mouth was exposed in the slowly rotating vortex, the black hole seemed to lead to the bottomless abyss.

Xiao Jing didn't have time to be astonished, he was sucked in.

I heard the red swamp sigh: "It's finally here, my blood, my son."

Wen Qinglan's face was condensed, and now his injuries have fully recovered, even surpassing his original cultivation base, and he has directly reached the Mahayana stage, which is only half a step away from the tribulation stage where he can defeat the thunder calamity and ascend to heaven and become an immortal.

It can be said that with his current state, even if he head-on head-on to kill Du Jie Patriarch, he might not lose.

At that moment, he drew out the Gufeng Sword.

The cold and decisive, lonely and cold sword intent instantly enveloped the entire scarlet swamp, and the mighty power of the Mahayana period came like a terrifying divine punishment in an instant.

It was just a flash of cold and decisive sword light, and the entire scarlet swamp shook for half a minute.

Wen Qinglan didn't stop, and then another sword intent slashed across.

Probably because he knew that the master above was trying to rescue him, and Xiao Jing in the swamp below was not idle. When the second wave of sword intent came, the swamp was like a boiling soup pot, gurgling non-stop Bubbling and even churning.

When the second wave of Qingtian Sword began to cut through the swamp, Xiao Jing below took the opportunity to fly from the bottom of the swamp to the sky.

At this time, all his clothes had been melted away.

The □□· slender, muscular body was exposed, and the long hair grew wildly to the ankles. Although it fell into the swamp before, it was miraculously not stained with any dirt, but was extremely smooth, pouring down like a waterfall. Down, it fluttered automatically without wind.

However, the strange thing is that starting from the bottom of his left foot, a enchanting and wild totem climbed up his ankle and reached the corner of his eye.

It made him, who was already handsome and compelling, a little more charming and charming. This kind of strangeness and beauty is enough to make people frightened. Even facing each other directly, there is an illusion of being suffocated by such a strange beauty. .

And Xiao Jingshen's black eyeballs completely changed, turning into a pair of crystal clear rubies, staring coldly and dangerously at the swamp below.

The voice sighed again: "What a young and strong body, my son, you are my blood, why do you resist me so much, is it because of that tiny human ant?"

Xiao Jing turned a deaf ear, but said without turning his head: "Master, there is something buried under the swamp, have we entered its domain?"

His current voice is hoarse and sexy, with a provocative rhythm, his deep voice seems to turn into a bug and penetrate into people's ears, bewitching people.

Suddenly, Wen Qinglan thought of the war that Qu Mingyang mentioned.

The battle of the demon gods that almost consumed most of the combat power in the cultivation world, it is said that it could not be completely killed, and the big demon bone that could only be sealed and buried was buried in an unknown corner of Qianyu Continent.

For hundreds of years, Xiujie has never forgotten to bless the seal to prevent the body of the big demon bone from polluting more land and creatures.

Unexpectedly, the real burial place of the big demon bone is the northern desert in the magic world.

Perhaps the tornado that brought them here was the work of the big demon bone.

Thinking of this, Wen Qinglan's expression was grim and cold: "The corpse of the big demon bone is buried below. At the beginning of the cultivation world, several ancestors who crossed the catastrophe were sent to kill him and seal it. Although there are only wrecks left in the world, we also want to Be careful, Qu Mingyang's obsession may not be due to the corpse of the great demon."

"Stupid human thief, how can this deity compare to those lowly monsters." The swamp churned even more fiercely, and the big demon bone seemed to be enraged, and it responded to Wen Qinglan with a cold and arrogant tone.

Then several gale winds that could tear people's souls apart rose out of thin air and cut towards Wen Qinglan: "The thief who stole my treasure, and my blood, since they have come to this swamp, I will take them back."

"My blood, why are you standing with that human thief, and you haven't come to my swamp!"

As the voice said, a tornado-like swamp of muddy water rolled towards Xiao Jing, seeming to drag Xiao Jing into the swamp again and swallow him.

"Don't slander my master, I have nothing to do with you, you have been dead for hundreds of years, and I only live for a hundred years, how can I have anything to do with you!" Xiao Jing's expression was also cold, he pushed out his hands, and unexpectedly resisted the tornado up.

On the other side, Wen Qinglan also avoided the deadly wind.

Several sword qis were drawn towards the swamp, and he said coldly: "When did I become a thief, how could I not know."

"You still dare to quibble, mortal, you are obviously at the end of your lifespan, and you are still a mortal womb. If you hadn't snatched the supreme treasure of this deity, how could you regain a new life, and you have cultivated so well? If you weren't a thief who stole the deity's things, What else could that be!"

The big demon bone in the swamp became more and more angry, and the sound of bubbling bubbles continued to sound, and then a human figure condensed out of the red mud, which was actually very similar to Xiao Jing.

The only difference is that the aura of the big demon bone is stronger and domineering, unrestrained, there is no trace of human emotion in the whole person's eyes, only inorganic coldness, and the eyes looking at Xiao Jing and Wen Qinglan are not as strong as his voice expresses. There are feelings, and they are cold and looking down from the beginning to the end.