After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

The child was overly frightened, his three souls and seven souls were all unstable, a small group of spiritual consciousness nestled in his arms and was about to disperse, and his little hands grabbed his sleeves tightly.

Why are you so scared?

Chu Jun sent some spiritual power to the child in his arms, but the child was too frightened to receive it at all, and still cried heartbreakingly.

The previous two times, as long as he passed the spiritual power, the child would calm down, but now that the spiritual power cannot pass, he can only pat the child's back with strange movements, and Qingling's voice is rare and gentle, "Don't be afraid."

Probably heard his voice, the crying child in his arms stopped crying, opened his eyes, filled with tears, looked at him with grievance and fear, kept sobbing, the two Little hands clutched at his soft sleeves.

Occasional hiccups.

Seeing that he was finally not crying so heart-piercingly, Chu Jun tentatively gave him some subtle spiritual power, "How could you be so frightened?"

Ning Xiu looked at him while sobbing, although he couldn't understand what he was saying, but he knew he was coaxing him from the tone of his voice, the tears that had finally stopped came down again, and he tilted his head and buried him in his arms in aggrieved manner. The little body cried and trembled, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

daddy - bad -

Daddy——

Originally thought that the coaxed child was crying even more fiercely, so Chu Jun had no choice but to keep worrying about his back, channeling his spiritual power to him little by little, chanting the soothing mantra in a low voice.

Hugging her warmly in his arms, being gently comforted by the pleasant voice, Ning Xiu couldn't even cry anymore, and nestled softly in Chu Jun's arms, looking at him with red eyes.

"Ah~" The original milk whirring voice became a little hoarse.

it's you~

"Ah~" Ning Xiu sniffled and patted his clothes.

nice~

The sea of ​​consciousness was finally cleared, and the breeze was slightly rippling.

Ning Xiu was probably tired from crying, closed his eyes and nestled in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Jun checked the small group of spiritual consciousness, and his cold eyes stayed on the child's heart, where there was a faint light blue light, and he lifted the child's clothes——

"Li Chengfeng, your talisman is too ugly." Feng Zizhang squatted beside the bed watching Ning Buwei draw the talisman, feeling his eyes had been greatly shocked.

Ning Buwei only drew half of the talisman and then lost his spiritual power. He stretched out his hand to Feng Zizhang, "Come again."

Feng Zizhang gave him the remaining half of his spiritual power, "What kind of talisman did you draw? One talisman will consume all my spiritual power."

"An ordinary peace talisman." Ning Buwei put the last touch on Ning Xiu's heart, and the spiritual power Feng Zizhang gave him was only a little bit left.

Feng Zizhang looked at it for a long time and didn't see any tricks from the ghostly painted talisman, but he felt that this talisman should be very powerful. Before he could take a second look, he would rather wrap the child in swaddling clothes and hand him a circle with his backhand. Small round jade-colored stones.

"What is this?" Feng Zizhang pinched the stone, but it was still a little soft.

"Jade Spirit Pill." Ning Buwei said without turning his head, reaching out to hug the sleeping Ning Xiu.

"Yu Yu Yu Yu Ling Pill!" Feng Zizhang suddenly felt that the green stone in his hand weighed more than a thousand catties, "Li, Li Daoyou, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

Jade Spirit Pill is a heaven-grade high-grade pill that is hard to come by. Millions of high-grade spirit stones may not be available for purchase. His master Wen Heshen has one. Master made an offering like a treasure.

"This is a thank you gift." Ning Buwei hugged Ning Xiu and turned to look at him, "Thank you for saving my son despite the danger."

Feng Zizhang grinned sheepishly and said: "I will save whoever falls, you don't have to worry about it, you saved me in the end... This Jade Spirit Pill is valuable, I can't take it—"

"You can take it if I give it to you." Ning Buwei frowned impatiently, "How can there be so much nonsense."

Ning Buwei has a bad temper, and getting angry is even more frightening. Feng Zizhang dared not refuse any more, carefully put away the Jade Spirit Pill, "Thank you, Senior Li."

At this moment, Li Chengfeng directly became Senior Li.

Ning Buwei didn't bother to pay attention to his sincere and fearful eyes, and stood by the window with Ning Xiu in his arms to look out.

Outside is densely packed green vines, which are still expanding their territory like living creatures.

The Venerable Dulu disappeared, and Mei Luoxue, the hall master of the Four Seasons Hall, took up the responsibility of the city lord, and joined hands with the Chongzheng League to search and rescue the single monks. Jiang Yizheng returned to the Four Seasons Hall, and Ning Buwei and Feng Zizhang were arranged by Chu Sun. In a relatively safe inn, there are hundreds of monks fleeing, and it is very noisy.

Linjiang City has been sealed by the demon vine for seven days.

The monks in the city tried their best to get out, and those who were reckless or tyrannical wanted to go out, but they all turned into the nourishment of the towering demon vine.

And the most frightening thing is that once a monk uses his spiritual power inside, he will be entangled, but the spiritual energy in the city is getting thinner little by little. into a dead city.

Feng Zizhang sat in front of the table a little dejectedly, and there was another conflict between the monks outside, whether it was a fight or a gang fight.

Ning Xiu shivered in Ning Buwei's arms. He didn't know what he dreamed about, and his calf twitched.

Ning Buwei frowned, closed the window tightly, hugged him and sat down.

Ning Xiu kicked his little feet in his swaddling clothes, twisted his body and slipped into his arms, Ning Buwei simply wrapped him in his outer robe, probably because the breath of Ning Buwei made him feel at ease, and he finally calmed down.

Ning Buwei hugged him in one arm, and twirled the completely useless Suzaku knife fragments in the other hand, half-closed his eyes, trying to use the little spiritual power left just now to repair his damaged and deformed sea of ​​consciousness.

The fragments were sharp, and he played very casually. He accidentally scratched his fingers, and the blood accidentally dripped on Ning Xiu's swaddling clothes and soaked in, soaking Ning Xiu's right shoulder. The bloodline imprint lighted up without a trace.

Ning Buwei was still angry at his messy and dry sea of ​​consciousness at the moment, and smeared blood on his son's swaddling clothes without hesitation, but the moment his hand touched it, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The sea of ​​consciousness in front of him was vast and boundless, and under his feet was the clear spiritual power rippling with the wind. Except for the clear water transformed by the spiritual power, it was still clear water, and he couldn't see the end at a glance. There were large expanses of white in the sky, which made people dizzy.

The entire Consciousness Sea space was so clean and boring.

Obviously this is not the Sea of ​​Consciousness space that I would rather not do.

Usually, when he enters other people's sea of ​​consciousness, he usually rushes to make the other person's soul disappear. First, he can't help but stab him first. Whether you are picturesque or bustling, kill him first.

It was the first time for Ning Buwei to enter other people's sea of ​​consciousness so peacefully and without any rejection, and the other party's sea of ​​consciousness was extremely wide, and his spiritual power was so abundant that even he would feel envious even at his peak state.

And the master of the sea of ​​knowledge obviously didn't find himself.

As an unscrupulous devil, Ning Buwei is eager to make trouble.

He has completely lost his cultivation now, and what he lacks most is spiritual power. Feng Zizhang's spiritual power is not enough for him to draw a talisman casually, and the vast sea of ​​consciousness in front of him is simply here to deliver food to him.

But the master of Sea of ​​Consciousness is obviously powerful, and Bao Buqi is an old man who practiced in seclusion in some deep mountain and old forest. He doesn't even know how he got in——

To be on the safe side, Ning Buwei released a small wisp of spiritual power tentatively, and that small wisp of spiritual power turned into a small spoon the size of a palm, scooping up the other party's spiritual power that had turned into clear water.

After waiting for a while, the other party still didn't make any move, Ning Buwei suddenly became bolder, absorbed all the spiritual power in the spoon for his own use, and then used the other party's spiritual power to make a bigger spoon, turning the original soup into the original Food, very unscrupulous.

Ning Buwei frantically steals the opponent's vast spiritual power here, and even thought about using it to kill the opponent, but his meridians are severely damaged now, and he will definitely be the one who will lose his soul in a real fight. It can only be regretted give up.

And the master of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, who was coveted by Ning Buwei for coveting spiritual power and even wanted to kill him, was sitting in the middle of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, holding a small group of spiritual consciousness that had fallen asleep, frowning and looking at the child's heart with wild strokes. An Amulet.

If it weren't for the obvious sign of the peace talisman, he even felt that it might be some kind of sorcery. The person who drew the talisman didn't want to soothe the gods, but wanted to draw demons and monsters to stir up trouble.

Chu Jun stared at the talisman for a long time, wanting to make a proper change, but fearing that the child's mother would find out if the change was too neat, so he just wrapped the child in swaddling clothes so that he could see nothing.

Chu Jun, who was once again shocked by the opponent's wild handwriting, calmed down for a moment, his eyes fixed and he realized something was wrong, and the murderous intent suddenly appeared in the originally calm sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as the so-called wealth and wealth are sought in danger, it is better not to be prepared in advance, and to retreat immediately when the situation is not right, but he is still restless, and before he leaves, he has to use his spiritual power to draw a counterattack formation in his sea of ​​consciousness If you want to trick the other party, you will get away with a feint.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's speed and strength were terrifying, far exceeding his imagination, and in less than an instant, that endless spiritual power turned into a huge palm and pinched him in the palm.

Chu Jun was a little suspicious. Not only did he not notice the intruder immediately, but also the other party didn't have the slightest spiritual power. At first glance, he felt that the meridians were broken and disfigured, and he was not even as strong as a mortal with no cultivation.

A crippled man can sneak into his sea of ​​consciousness without a sound——

In just one thought, the other party's spiritual power suddenly surged, and the spiritual power from the same source turned into countless sharp swords and attacked him. Chu Jun's expression was slightly cold, and he wiped away all the attacks with a wave of his long sleeves, and suddenly felt a pain in his palm However, the other party was so rampant that he snatched spiritual power from his palm.

Chu Jun had never seen such an arrogant guy before, just as he was about to see what he looked like, the little spiritual sense in his arms suddenly burst into tears.

Ning Buwei took advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted, and suddenly pulled his spiritual consciousness out of the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. up.

Chu Jun, who was escaped by the opponent inadvertently: ...

Why is this monk—so brazen?

The brazen Ning Bu returned his consciousness, and suddenly opened his eyes. Although the old thing has a terrifying cultivation base, his reaction doesn't seem to be very sensitive. Maybe he can find the right way to go in and fish it a few more times.

When he recovers his cultivation, he will definitely use the Suzaku knife to split the other party's clean and vast sea of ​​consciousness into pieces, and even pretend to pinch him——

Ning Buwei's eyes flashed scarlet, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Wow!" Ning Xiu in his arms howled.

Ning Buwei's ferocious smile, which was about to kill and seize the treasure, disappeared immediately, and he hugged Ning Xiu, and calmed down his voice to coax him, "Dad is here, don't cry."

Feng Zizhang, who was watching the whole process of his face change, was trembling with his sword in his hand, and said tremblingly, "Li, Li Daoyou?"

"Huh?" Ning Buwei lazily raised his eyelids while coaxing the child and glanced at him.

As before, with a hint of impatience in the disdain.

"It's all right!" Feng Zizhang breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of it, it should be Li Chengfeng, who was not taken away by any evil spirit.

Then before Feng Zizhang could finish his breath, the window was suddenly slapped from the outside, leaving a bloody handprint on it, and he shouted in a mournful voice: "Feng Zizhang!!!"