The string of data in the quick time travel is poisonous

The next day, Ye Ning was woken up by Mo Yuan.

Opening his eyes, Mo Yuan's face is very close at hand, oh, to be precise, the face of the young master of Chang Xiao Clan should be very close at hand.

Mo Yuan was wearing a black outfit and his black hair was all tied up. He looked quite chilly and cold.

Ye Ning said in his heart, he is also convinced that he can make the young master of Changxiao Clan, who is full of gentlemanly demeanor, look like a killer!

Mo Yuan said: "To the far west, it is the ancient battlefield."

Ye Ning was a little puzzled: "The ancient battlefield?"

Mo Yuan's voice was a little heavy: "If there is any place in this world that we can exchange for, it will be there."

What else did Ye Ning want to ask, after thinking about it, he didn't make a sound after all, Mo Yuan seemed never afraid to show his differences in front of him, so frank, it made it difficult for him to even ask a question.

All the way to the west, the more you go, the more desolate.

At night, the two slept in the wilderness.

The moonlight is like practice, and the night is as cool as water. Ye Ning is persistent and plays quietly.

With a solemn Xiao voice, Mo Yuan gradually closed his eyes.

A tiny black-red flying insect crawled into Xiao Kong from Mo Yuan's neck, and put away the long Xiao, Ye Ning called out tentatively: "Friend Mo Daoist?"

There was no movement.

Exhaling a breath, Ye Ning gradually moved closer.

His lips stopped at the position where the two people smelled each other's noses, paused, and then lightly touched the corners of Mo Yuan's lips.

The familiar system sound did not sound, Ye Ning was taken aback, did he guess wrong?

Or is it because of the soul change?

Yeoning decides to watch a drama to calm down.

Immersed in the plot where the heroine regularly donated blood to save the president's lover Bai Yueguang, Ye Ning didn't know that Mo Yuan opened his eyes the moment he closed his eyes and meditated.

A look of disgust flashed in those eyes!

After seven days of rushing, the two finally arrived at the Far West.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of desolation.

In the boundless desert, Mo Yuan stood on the vast Gobi Desert, his body suspended in the air, and he threw the things in his hands.

There is a deafening roar, and Yeoning watches the land come to life before his eyes.

The killing intent is like a sword, the most primitive battlefield slowly unfolds like a scroll, and the sound of fighting resounds throughout.

This is a war between man and beast. Countless monsters rush towards the humans holding weapons along with the billowing smoke.

The setting sun is like blood, and the leading man is wearing a golden armor and a tiger with a halberd dancing in the wind. The tiger-like leopard-like monster is about two people tall, with a pair of eyes looking fiercely at the man, as if looking for an opportunity to attack ...

"gone."

Mo Yuan's voice was almost indifferent.

Ye Ning was immersed in such an epic movie scene, when he patted his shoulder, he suddenly woke up.

Looking around, at some time behind him, a palace appeared.

The mighty city gates are open, as if to welcome their arrival.

"It's just a phantom transformed by the last sliver of obsession left in this world, it's not worth seeing." Laughing, Mo Yuan walked towards the city gate.

Ye Ning glanced at the man who was stabbing the halberd at the monster, hesitated for a moment, and followed behind Mo Yuan.

To Ye Ning's surprise, there was no mechanism in the palace. Along the way, countless gold, silver and jewels covered the entire main hall.

Mo Yuan walked past without squinting as if he hadn't seen these things.

Scattering flowers and blowing willows all the way, Ye Ning was amazed at the exquisitely decorated palace.

If this was really an ancient battlefield, then this palace should have existed for tens of thousands of years, but it was still well preserved, which made him suspect that someone would come out to serve him tea in the next second.

Behind the main hall is a colorful garden, all kinds of flowers are competing for beauty, and the freshness makes Ye Ning doubt whether this is an illusion.

Mo Yuan did not stop, but still walked forward.

In an inconspicuous corner, Mo Yuan stopped, tapped twice, and opened a secret door.

The door opened, and what Ye Ning saw was darkness.

Mo Yuan ejected a drop of blood, wherever it went, it flashed like a spark, lighting up the entire space.

The stone steps floating in the air are arranged in a patchwork order, as if they are guarding some eternal secret.

Holding Ye Ning's hand, Mo Yuan said, "Follow me, you can't use spiritual power here."

Ye Ning broke away from his hand: "Who the hell are you?"

The whole thing was just too weird to be suspicious.

Mo Yuan didn't explain, but just pulled him up the first stone steps.

There was darkness under his feet, and Ye Ning didn't make another sound.

Pass through the stone steps and stand in front of a quaint gate.

Mo Yuan put his hand on the groove of the gate, and the gate remained motionless.

He showed a look of understanding.

He turned his head and said, "Come here, Ye Ning."

Ye Ning looked into his eyes, where the blood-red vortex engulfed him, making it impossible to break free.

Seeing Ye Ning's empty eyes, Mo Yuan smiled.

A male voice came from the air: "Mo Yuan, why are you still hesitating?"

The smile on Mo Yuan's face disappeared: "Shut up, I don't need you to teach me!"

Pulling out Ye Ning's soul, that body instantly withered, Mo Yuan's shadow faintly gave way, and pushed Ye Ning into the body of the young master of the Chang Xiao Clan.

He stood aside, with a faint voice: "Ye Ning, go ahead..."

Ye Ning watched helplessly as his body moved uncontrollably.

The decisive blade cut a deep gash on the wrist, blood rushed out, and the hand was placed in the groove in front of the door, gradually filling the pattern on the door.

When I came here, the stone steps on the road sank, and then, bit by bit, the darkness melted away, revealing the blue-white sky, and this space was slowly disappearing.

The man in the black robe came from the sky, the palms of his hands flashed with purple light, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be extinct: "1 years..."

He looked up to the sky and smiled, not afraid of the purple-black robbery cloud that was already pressing down on his head.

Ye Ning was still standing there, obviously his consciousness had not returned yet.

The man in the black robe clamped Ye Ning's chin, looked at his face carefully and said: "It really is a man of destiny."

Mo Yuan sternly said: "Enough, Mo Jue!"

Mo Jue smiled, turned around and looked at Mo Yuan: "Look at me, I almost forgot."

With that said, he opened his arms: "Come on, dear brother."

Mo Yuan's soul merged into his body, he opened his eyes, hugged Ye Ning, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a small ball of purple light gathered from his palm, and hit the robbery cloud above his head.

The black robe flashed, and at the same time as it disappeared, the robbery cloud above the head exploded with a "boom", razing a hundred miles around to the ground.

Ye Ning returned to his original body and automatically fell into a restful sleep, without seeing this scene.

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The Devil Realm, the Palace of the End of Heaven.

The man put his arms around the beautiful enchantress, and took off the woman's clothes.

The woman was panting, as if she couldn't bear it, her waist twisted even more.

As if sensing something, the man pushed the woman away, and the woman screamed.

"Noisy!"

Mo Jue's hair was windless and automatic, standing in the air, his half-smiling appearance made people feel chills.

The man turned pale, and looked at Mo Jue, and murmured in disbelief, "Mo... Your Majesty Mozun?"

With a wave of Mo Jue's hand, the woman disappeared, and the decorations in the hall took on a new look. He waved his sleeves and sat on the throne of God.

The man was shaking like chaff, he could no longer care about his concubine, he knelt on the ground and said: "Gong Gong Gong... welcome the return of His Majesty Mozun!"

Mo Jue sat lazily, turning a blind eye to his reaction, and caressing Ye Ning's face: "It's better to kill him now."

Mo Yuan: "We won't meet again in the future."

Mo Jue sneered: "Why, reluctant?"

He continued: "That's right, but it's only been 200 years, how can it make you give up!"

The man kneeling on the ground didn't dare to get up, and secretly glanced up, seeing the intimate behavior of Mo Jue and Ye Ning, he was startled, and lowered his head even harder.

"Get off!" Mo Jue kicked the man, and the man rolled out of the hall in fear and fear.

Mo Jue sneered: "Don't forget why we have fallen into such a situation of one body and two souls!"

"I didn't forget!"

Mo Jue was noncommittal, hugged Ye Ning, shrinking his body into inches, and arrived at the Changxiao Gate.

Looking at Ye Ning's peaceful sleeping face, Mo Jue suppressed the killing intent in his heart. He wanted to see if this person would be like everyone else, fearing and running away if he knew their true identities. Leave it!

At that time, he will definitely kill this person with his own hands!

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When Ye Ning woke up from the stone room, he was still a little confused.

The arm was smooth, as if he had never scratched it, but Ye Ning knew that what happened before he lost consciousness was true.

Pushing open the door of the stone room, the disciple outside said in surprise: "Young master, have you left the customs?"

"Great, the young master is out!"

Ye Ning looked at the back of this disciple running away excitedly, and fell silent for a while.

Could it be that in the eyes of this group of people, he has been retreating?

terrible!

At night, Ye Ning tossed and turned in bed, didn't even want to watch the drama, and kept thinking about Mo Yuan.

When he didn't notice, the light mist slowly spread in the room, climbed up his ankles, climbed up his body, and bound him lightly.

Ye Ning tilted his head and finally fell asleep.

In the dream, the man's body was hot and pressed tightly against his body, Ye Ning frowned, looking very unsteady.

Mo Yuan's fingers gently stroked his brows, as if he wanted to help him relax them.

Lips gently covered Ye Ning's, and the taste was as sweet as that night's.

Mo Jue looked at Mo Yuan's actions through his body, with sarcasm in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

Pulling away Ye Ning's clothes, Mo Yuan found that this body seemed to attract him no matter what time it was.

"Hmm..." Ye Ning stretched out his two bare arms in his sleep, wrapping his arms around Mo Yuan's neck.

Mo Yuan's heartbeat accelerated, and he lay on Ye Ning's heart, and the steady heartbeat was transmitted to his ears, and even his heartbeat seemed to become the same frequency.

Sure enough, no matter how much he resisted, he still, really liked this person!