[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

demon.

Located in the most southwestern part of Xiujie, the climate is volatile, and there are many swamps and strange trees, and the terrain is complex. As a result, the dense miasma produced after the death of poisonous things condenses and lingers, and it becomes a natural scarlet barrier over time.

The cultivation world is filled with weak or thick aura, and when the silvery white moonlight shines down, the moonlight is also a beautiful light blue.

And when it comes to ghosts, the moonlight will be a light pink, which is a bit ambiguous at first glance.

This is the place where Moxiu loves most.

Demon cultivators are unable to absorb spiritual power directly due to the influence of kung fu practice or natural physique. They must convert spiritual power into violent force through a special utensil before they can be absorbed into the body and practice cultivation.

However, this method of transformation is not limited to utensils, there is also a practice that has been passed down since ancient times, called Shura.

It's just that the violence is very domineering, and few demon cultivators can withstand the strong side effects of running exercises.

The light ones backfired and their cultivation base fell, while the severe ones broke their meridians, and their bodies burst and died on the spot.

And this blood emperor is so far the only person known to everyone who has practiced this technique to a great extent.

When the name of the Blood Emperor appeared in Xiujie for the first time, there were rumors that the reason why the Blood Emperor was able to practice the Shura Kungfu was all due to the strange moonlight of the southwestern ghosts.

Before that, because of the thick miasma, no one dared to break into it, so no one knew that the moonlight shining through the miasma was actually the most wonderful medium that could turn aura into hostility.

Although the crimson miasma rots human flesh and eats human bones, and will spread to every corner of the meridians along the spiritual energy, directly turning people into puddles of pulp, water, pus and blood, but the blood emperor generously announces to the world that as long as the demon cultivator is willing to belong to Under his command, he can get a "gadget" for free.

However, what the blood emperor, one of the four emperors, took out was a simple and small object.

That thing is very delicate, only the size of a thumbnail, but the formation inside is so complicated that no one can break it.

As long as Moxiu carries it on his body, he can travel through the miasma without hindrance.On the other hand, if this thing fell into the hands of an upright monk, not only would it lose its original function, but it would burst out with a burst of lightning power instantly, and the victim would be paralyzed and itchy for four or five days.

This was really a harmless little joke. At best, it was just that the Blood Emperor himself expressed his dislike for Zhengdao. After all, no casualties were caused, and Zhengdao couldn't say anything about it.

So after hundreds of years, ghosts and creatures that were originally inaccessible have gradually become the most favorite holy place for cultivation.

However, this time the demon slaying conference was held in ghosts, and the righteous monks wanted to break through the layers of miasma, which became the first challenge they had to face.

In the palace carved entirely of obsidian, a young man with a few strands of gray hair couldn't help but say, "Isn't this not so good..."

The Blood Emperor was half-lying on a pile of silk and satin with great interest, and he just glanced at him lightly when he heard his words.

The blue-haired and green-eyed boy laughed heartily, with a fluffy tail swaying from side to side behind him.His voice is very pleasant, like a clear spring falling on jade, but the words he speaks are not so pleasant.

"It's the first time I found that our Daoist Qin Xu is so sympathetic. When you slaughtered all the eight sects and 46 sects, and didn't even let a dog go, I didn't see you so kind."

Qin Xu's face turned red and then pale, but he couldn't find any words to refute.

Qin Xu was originally a descendant of a famous martial arts family in the mortal world, but nearly a hundred people in his family were bloodbathed overnight by a mad martial arts master.He staggered and ran to the nearest ghost creature, and after swearing allegiance to the Blood Emperor, he managed to save his life.

Once you enter the ghost realm, you must cultivate the demons.

Fortunately, he was already smart, and there was no difference between cultivating magic and practicing in the past.After he found out that what happened back then was not an accident, he killed thousands of people in just half a night.

But maybe the teachings he had received since childhood had been deeply rooted in his heart. At this time, he still couldn't bear to see the righteous monks gathered outside the miasma, helpless and at a loss.

This kind of emotion completely broke through the limit value in his heart when he noticed that a few weak monks were crying and pushed to the front, and asked them to use themselves to test whether the magic weapons would work on the scarlet barrier.

Qin Xu walked out of the hall in a few steps, Yu Jian hurried towards the boundary of ghosts and monsters.

The boy with the tail noticed that he grabbed a handful from the tribute platform on the right side of the main hall before leaving, and snorted coldly with disdain. "Abusing good people."

A woman dressed in fiery half-red clothes slowly walked over, her skirts were slit high, a pair of snow-white legs looming under the red gauze, extremely alluring.

She didn't wear shoes, and her bare feet were painted with the same bright red vermilion Danko as her fingers.When walking step by step, it seems to be stepping on people's hearts.

"Even with good intentions, the other party must appreciate it."

The index finger, which was as white as an onion root, brushed across her lips, wiping away a faint trace of blood.

The boy giggled again.

From the beginning to the end, the blood emperor half-lyed against the pile of soft five-color silk and satin, without saying a word.

"This magic cultivator is really deceiving!"

Outside the miasma, a monk wearing a green Taoist robe with white corners yelled angrily, saying that this was a trap for the demon cultivator, and pointing at the crying young man on the ground, "Don't cry! It's so loud!" It's gone! Why are you useless at all!"

The boy cried even harder. A sickly, haggard woman helped him up and cast a beseeching look at the monk.

The boy cried even harder. "I'm not going, I'm not going." Crying, he threw a bell-shaped magic weapon that he had just been forced to hold on the ground.

Everyone knew at a glance that it was a low-level defensive magic weapon with missing horns.The young man whose face was pale from fright was not high in cultivation, and with this dilapidated thing, there was a high probability that he would be folded in this miasma layer. No wonder he was crying so hard that he was unwilling to take a step.

When the monk saw the young man's movements, he became even more angry. Just as he was about to explode, he saw a gray figure approaching in front of him.

"Don't panic, everyone."

"Who are you!" The monk was interrupted, choking in a bad mood.

The visitors were not annoyed, they just spread out their hands, and there were dozens of small irregular balls lying inside. After a closer look, they were found to be shrunken human skulls one by one!

"Ah!!!" Someone recognized the young man and yelled back.

"What are you doing here! Qin Xu, are you going to kill us all!"

The cultivator in blue and white robes changed his angry aura before, stepped back a few steps and shrank into the crowd, shouting while running. "Look! I said that Moxiu had no good intentions, and now it's all over! We are all going to die here!"