I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

When Li Wansheng entered the palace, he couldn't calm down for a long time.He gritted his teeth and thought, Gu Peiyuan, you can only be arrogant for a while, and let's keep you for a few more days.

A cold reprimand came from behind the curtain: "Childish."

Li Wansheng immediately lowered his head, put on a respectful posture, and listened to the training in silence.

Fengzu said indifferently: "You and him are both people I value, so why fight for this day and night?"

Li Wansheng: "The disciple is reckless."

Fengzu: "Tell me about your affairs, how are you doing?"

Li Wansheng bowed and saluted, and honestly reported the situation: "The disciple has found most of the medicinal materials, and only one is left..." After speaking, his tone gradually lowered, and he imitated the frustrated little boy who couldn't help acting like a baby to his elders. .

Feng Zu: "You are a Nascent Soul, you are unique in ten thousand who can achieve the current level, so there is no need to belittle yourself. This last blind medicine is rare in the world, and non-immortal-level medicinal materials are irreplaceable. If there is no immortal material, this prescription is quite good. On a piece of paper."

Li Wansheng looked up: "Master..."

Fengzu: "The spirit of Fuxiqin only resonates with the blood in Pei Yuan's body, and I wish to respect it as the master. If you want to steal the sky and change the sun, you must use this medicine."

Li Wansheng gritted her teeth, and said with a ruthless heart: "If I can succeed, I have the confidence to get its approval!"

"That's the case—" The people inside the curtain waved their hands, and the jade bottle presented by Gu Peiyuan not long ago appeared in front of Li Wansheng out of thin air.

"This is Yinglong's blood that Pei Yuan took back. The blood of the fairy is far superior to ordinary fairy materials. Now I give you medicine. The dragon's blood contains pure yang essence, and its power is extremely domineering. If you are not careful, you will explode." And death, how far you can do it after that depends on your personal fortune."

Li Wansheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart beat rapidly.

When, if you really step through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find them, and it takes no effort to get them!Excitement flooded his cheeks uncontrollably, he grabbed the medicine bottle, held it tightly in his hand, tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and said, "This disciple will definitely live up to the high expectations of Master."

Fengzu: "It will take time for the Demon Realm to revive the Shifang Nirvana Sword. They took Yinglong's blood and will only focus on themselves in the near future. This is your last chance."

Li Wansheng: "Disciple understands."

Feng Zu: "When they destroyed Jianzong, it was the opportunity for you to rise."

Li Wansheng's whole body was full of vitality soaked in ambition. He answered loudly, and then he couldn't help asking: "Why is the Demon Lord obsessed with Jianzong? Although Jianzong's strength is not bad in the five domains, it is not as good as it is." It’s not as good as a huge monster, so there’s no need to devote so much energy to deal with it?”

Due to his personality, he was not as calm as Gu Peiyuan. Even though both of them were shrewd, Li Wansheng still showed a lot of openness when it came to speaking.

Unexpectedly, Fengzu actually answered: "Helian Wushe was so arrogant all his life, but there was one thing he couldn't ask for. For that thing, it's not surprising that he would do anything."

Li Wansheng was taken aback: "Is there anything else he can get?"

Feng Zu's voice reverberated in the empty hall, and it was particularly meaningful: "In this world, who can do everything according to one's wishes?"

It's a pity that people who are tumbling in the mortal world still can't understand the ruthlessness behind the words.

Li Wansheng rolled her eyes, and tried hard to show herself in front of Master: "People have weaknesses when they want something, Master, why not take advantage of him..."

Feng Zu: "No, he has no weaknesses."

Li Wansheng: "Can...?"

Feng Zu: "What he asked for is in a place that none of us can get."

The hall returned to silence.

The person behind the curtain leaned against the back of the chair, leaned on the armrest with one hand, and propped his cheek, thinking interestingly: a wolf cub whose ambition was fed up by himself, a son of heaven who has been in a high position for a long time, but he doesn't know what will happen in the future , Should he be able to live up to his current expectations.

At this time, the still shadow in the corner suddenly began to shake.Immediately afterwards, in the liquefied shadow area, something stretched and changed, and finally formed a person.

The man in black walked to the center of the hall and knelt down on the ground. "metropolitan."

Feng Zu casually asked: "How is the Kunlun Palace?"

The man in black: "Liu Fengsheng has made a move."

Feng Zu raised his eyebrows: "Ha."

The man in black waited for a while, seeing that his master had no other instructions, he continued to report: "Suddenly a fire fell from the sky in Taiweiyuan, and it burned for a whole night. The sect's residence was covered by an enchantment, and no one knew what happened inside .”

Feng Zu said inexplicably: "Sure enough, after 50 years, I can't bear it anymore."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly asked, "Where's Tianlu Temple?"

"Tianlu Temple..." The man in black paused and hesitated.

Feng Zu: "Huh?"

Huanhua Sword Sect in the Eastern Realm.

In the cave of Wuguoya, Fang Qinghong undressed a man tremblingly: "What should I do?"

Fuyao raised his eyebrows, showing a rare teasing expression, nodded his chin towards the futon opposite him, and said, "Just sit down."

He sat cross-legged on one side of the bed, leaving the other side empty, waiting for Fang Qinghong to come up by himself.

The retreat place of Huanhua Sword Sect reveals an artistic conception of "the journey of seeking Tao is destined to be poor and lonely"-to put it bluntly, it means poverty.In the entire stone room there is only one stone couch cut out of a shape with sword grass, the rest is empty, and there is nothing to do except meditate.

Fang Qinghong was shirtless, obediently climbed onto the bed, and when he sat down, he suddenly realized.He glanced up and down at Fuyao, who was well-dressed, with only half of his neck and face exposed, looking very dignified.

Fang Qinghong quit: "Why don't you take it off?"

Fuyao asked back: "Is it because I need to unblock the meridians?"

Fang Qinghong: ...

Fuyao: "Or you and I will meet each other naked, so that you can relax a bit?"

Fang Qinghong: "No, no need."

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent for a second.

Fuyao: "Sit over here."

Fang Qinghong: "Huh?"

Fuyao: "I can't touch you."

Fang Qinghong looked at the distance of more than one arm between the two of them, and moved his buttocks.As a result, he was too close, his eyes flicked left and right, and he didn't know where to put his gaze.

"And then?" he asked dryly.

"Close your eyes." Fuyao said.

When the breath passed by, Fang Qinghong almost thought he was speaking in his own ear.

"Relax, it's me, not someone else."

The tenderness of the knee-weaking voice was really irresistible. The kindness and tolerance of a mature man was like water moistening everything without a sound. Fang Qinghong's heartbeat was slightly out of sequence.

He quickly got rid of distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The dim light in the cave is not worth mentioning to the monks, and every detail can be seen at a glance.Fuyao raised his hand, with a thin layer of spiritual power attached to his fingertips, stroking the young man's body inch by inch, pausing for a while at each acupuncture point.

Fang Qinghong is worthy of being Tiandao's favorite child, every inch of his body and lines are extremely perfect.The skin is as white as jade, with no blemishes, and it is warm and delicate to the touch. The thin skin is wrapped in firm and elastic muscles, and there is a warm body temperature.

Fuyao felt the young man trembling jerkyly under his fingertips, knowing that it was the natural reaction of his body, he still couldn't help but take a wrong breath.He quietly held his breath, like an ascetic monk facing the temptation of a fox girl, he just closed his eyes.

The spiritual power soaked into the skin, and easily melted into the true essence wandering in the young man's body. They were bundled together, rushing happily through the meridians, impacting every spiritual orifice.

The spiritual power input by Fuyao helps the meridians and every acupoint that stores spiritual power to complete the transformation, and diligently begins to promote the evolution of bone.Then squeeze out the eliminated substances from the young man's body little by little.

This step will inevitably cause some pain. Fang Qinghong has already entered into a state of meditation, his face is covered with thin layers of sweat, and he only frowned when he couldn't bear it.

Fuyao's hand pinching Jingchen Jue paused slightly, then raised his arm, and his fingertips slid over his forehead, cheeks, and the tip of his nose like a dragonfly on water.Everywhere he touched, there was no trace of sweat, only the cheeks were still flushed, and there was a clue.

After completing this step, his fingertips rested between the young man's eyebrows.

The moment the two of them merged with each other, Fang Qinghong felt that he had touched Fuyao's soul for a moment.

Like fragments of time, they reflected in Fang Qinghong's sea of ​​consciousness like a revolving lantern, and then disappeared quickly.

He saw a very familiar paradise, where they had lived together for 30 years.

I also saw an old peach tree with dense branches and crowns, which looked very familiar.After a while, he suddenly remembered that this peach tree grew in Liu Menghan's residence in Kunlun Palace in his previous life.

But why did her backyard appear in Fuyao's memory?

In the end, there is a big fire that covers the sky and the sun, with red golden flame patterns, majestic and majestic.There seemed to be a figure flashing in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, Fang Qinghong subconsciously wanted to go there, but was interrupted by a slight prompt.

"Concentrate." Fuyao said.

Only then did he notice that the image of the man condensed from his soul had appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Qinghong felt a little uncomfortable, the sea of ​​consciousness is a very private space, close to people's consciousness, almost no different from seeing each other naked.He had never experienced this feeling.

But seeing Fuyao's serious and businesslike face, he felt that the other party was kind enough to help him, and if he was a bit more twitchy, it would be contrived.So he endured the strange intrusion to adapt to the other party's existence.

The intercourse of flesh and body is only the crudest method of dual cultivation, while the intercourse of spirit and flesh usually occurs between Taoist couples.Spiritual consciousness is the most important thing for ascetics and the most unmissable thing. It dominates everything and is very fragile. If you are not careful, it will be polluted and plant the seeds of inner demons.Therefore, monks will only establish connections with people they trust and are close enough to.

If the spiritual consciousness is too tightly attached, and the five senses are shared with each other, it is easy to have accidents.

To put it bluntly...the gun went off.

Looking at the rolling Adam's apple, Fang Qinghong couldn't help but also dry up his mouth.

At the same time, Jianzong was in another place.

As soon as Daoheng came back, he hurried to Qinglian Peak.He walked into Daoyi's cave with a grim expression, and said, "The plan can't keep up with the changes, junior brother, we have to find another way."

The snow-haired youth originally turned his back to the entrance of the cave, but he turned around when he heard the sound: "The trip to Tianlu Temple is not going well?"

Daoheng sighed and asked, "Where's Yunhong?"

Seeing that Dao didn't answer, he noticed something was wrong: "Junior Brother, why do you look so ugly, but what's wrong?"

Dao Yi squeezed his bleeding lips, and asked without answering, "What happened?"

Dao Heng knew that he was stubborn, and refused to confide a word of what he didn't want to say.So, he returned to the question that made him worry a lot: "At first, I hit it off with the host Huineng, and we talked very well."

"But at dawn today, the host passed away." Having said that, Dao Heng smiled wryly: "Just after I visited him."