Marry Long Aotian

Mo Chao was awakened by being trampled on. Suddenly, something pressed hard on his chest and abdomen, and then he rationally vomited out a mouthful of black water and woke up.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he felt that it would be better to be in a coma.

Because all around him are black monkey monsters, big and small!

These monkey monsters were as shriveled as mummy, shrunk into a ball, with distinct sternum and ribs, covered only with a thin layer of skin.The head is small, protruding from the neck like a walnut, but the eyes are unusually large, covering the entire face, and the blood-red eyeballs stare at Mo Yang perfectly.

Mo Yang's whole body was soaked, and he instinctively shrank into the stone wall.

He didn't know where he was. This place was like a cave dedicated to processing food, with no light at all and a rotten smell.

But Mo Chao's movements were quickly stopped. The leader of the monkeys pressed his thigh with his dry hand, and Mo Chao seemed to be frozen, unable to move anymore.

Only the eyeballs can turn.

A few monkeys lifted Mo Yang up sideways, and the group of monkeys followed behind, each of them staring at him closely, as if he was some peerless delicacy.

Mo Yang was almost frightened to the extreme, he frantically called 996.

996: "...Zi la...not detected...life is in danger...soul...will not come out."

Mo Yang understood that it could collect his body after death.

Or put his soul back into a body, like a monkey.

Mo Yang couldn't help sobbing in his throat, he didn't know what kind of cruel death he was going to face.

He was carried by them until he reached a stone gate.The monkeys put Mo Yang on a clean stone, and then began to pick off his clothes.

Looking at the top of the cave, Mo Yang thought, it's time to start plucking and cleaning.

Sure enough, after stripping off his clothes, the monkey began to wash him.They didn't have a wooden barrel, so they rolled up big leaves and lined up one by one to splash them on Mo Yang.

Mo Chao held his breath, but unexpectedly, the water splashed on him was clean.

Not a bit rancid.

It just has a musty smell, as if it has been stored for a long time.A splash of water splashed onto Mo Yang's lips, he subconsciously licked it, it was normal water.

He had never seen clean water in this forest, it was all black water, where did the monkeys collect it?

Mo Yang thought, these monkeys look dirty, but they are quite particular.

That's right, the food should be washed clean, and Zhu Bajie has to wash it several times when he puts it in the pot.

The water flowed through his limbs, washing away the mud on his body, and his skin even felt cool.Mo Yang's expected scene of being cut into pieces didn't happen, and the monkeys put clothes on him again.

Although it's just a short skirt made of leaves that doesn't even go past the knees, who would dress food?

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that these monkeys have mastered the technique of seasoning cooking, and these leaves are seasoned shallots, but Mo Yang can't help but ignite hope.

After dressing Mo Yang, the monkey leader took a step forward and turned the switch of the stone gate.

After a while, Shimen reacted, split into two, and separated from the middle.

There is a thin layer of blue enchantment behind the door, obviously not everyone can get in.

The leader of the black monkey bowed his knees and brought only four people to carry Mo Yang inside. The other clansmen stayed outside, staring at them as they left without blinking. After they crossed the barrier, they knelt down one by one.

Mo Hao realized later that he seemed to be a sacrifice instead of food.

The group of monkeys disappeared quickly, and the cave was still a cave, with each room interlocking. They kept walking, and they kept going downhill. Mo Yang was facing the downhill, feeling very uncomfortable.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding space suddenly expanded, and they came to an extremely wide and deep cave.

The most shocking thing is that there are densely blooming flowers here.

996 broadcast: "...Drip, a lot of spiritual power has been detected."

"...Drip, a lot of spiritual power has been detected."

The half-person-high flower swayed slightly, like a continuous carpet. The long purple petals were slender but magnificent, protecting the purple stamens wrapped in a ball in the center. The branches and leaves were so beautiful that it made people breathless.

In such a dirty place, such a luxurious flower grows.

The air seemed to be clear, and they walked for another stick of incense before reaching the center of the cave, where there was actually a small spirit pool, which was also the basis for the survival of the monkeys.

The pool is a cold pool, but there is a cold mist rising, rushing to the top of the cave, and condensing into gorgeous purple ice crystals.

There is an extraordinarily tall purple plant beside the pool. The petals are purple to red, and the stamens are also slightly blooming. The things wrapped inside seem to be ripe soon.

The monkey put Mo Yang by the pool, fell into the flowers, and combed his hair.

A haircut is a professional match for any monkey of any species. After a while, Mo Yang's long hair was laid softly on the ground.

He thought it was over and he could give him a knife, but the leader of the black monkey took out a leaf and went to the pool.

It piously pulls out the pistil of the tall plant, takes out the fruit that is about to ripen, puts it in the leaves, and crushes it finely with stones.Then after thinking about it, I took a small handful of water and dripped it on the powder, and stirred it with my hands to dissolve the powder.

Then, it stared at Mo Yang.

Immediately, Mo Chao was held down by several monkeys, one monkey opened his mouth, and the leader took advantage of the opportunity to pour water from the whole leaf into his stomach.

Then, it did something that made Mo Chi's hair stand on end.

The leader of the black monkey squatted down, gently touched Mo Yang's stomach, and put his ear against his lower abdomen, as if he was listening to something.

……

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On the other side, the monkey corpses at Yan Lingyun's feet had piled up into a hill.

Without Mo Yang, he didn't even hold up the sword wall, and the thin spiritual light protected his whole body. In the red iron nematode swarm, he seemed to be in a no-man's land, and he strung several black monkeys with a single sword.

"Squeak!"

The monkeys in the environment are the same as the white apes in the environment. They have a strong sense of revenge, and they swarm up extremely persistently. They are not afraid of death or injury. Their red eyes are full of murderous monsters. Difficult to trace like a shadow.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of them—every one here is at least a first-order monster, which is equivalent to practicing Qi cultivation, and ordinary Huayuan monks have already been torn to pieces.But Yan Lingyun's spiritual power is inexhaustible, and he is evenly matched with the crazier monkey monsters, and his murderousness is even worse than the monkey group.

Gradually, the group of monkeys began to shrink back, and the number of their companions became less and less. It was not easy for them to reproduce, and now one-third of them have been planted.

And it is almost fatal to retreat in the face of Jianxiu.

Yan Lingyun had the upper hand, but he didn't stop. Instead, he became stronger and stronger as he fought. The voice transmitted to the entire forest: "If you don't make friends again, you will slaughter your group. I will never regret it."

Even if it takes ten or a hundred years in the secret realm, Yan Lingyun will do what he says.

The black monkey has taken root in this forest for some unknown year and month. It is a bereaved family. It is different from ordinary monsters and has a higher IQ.Yan Lingyun was not the first monk they saw, nor was he the last, so he could understand human speech.

Seeing that he was not on the verge of decline, and that sword skills and magic weapons were emerging one after another, the old black monkey, who had been hiding for a long time, let out a long roar unwillingly when he kicked the iron plate: "Roar——"

The howling sound shook the mountains and forests, all the black monkeys obeyed the order and did not move, but the demon pupils were full of hatred.

Yan Lingyun also showed his sincerity, and stood with his sword.

The shadows of the trees parted, and the black monkeys jumped onto the treetops one after another, and came out surrounded by an old monkey whose stature was several times the size of ordinary black monkeys.The old monkey held a stick in his hand, and his skin was no longer pure black, but a decaying gray like bark.

It stared at Yan Lingyun, and Yan Lingyun also looked at it.

A fourth-order monster, Golden Core stage.

Yan Lingyun didn't show any timidity, and let him come to him.

The old black monkey stared at him resentfully, now it just wants to send Yan Lingyun away immediately, it can't kill him, he can't kill it but it will die soon, this monk still has a long lifespan, if let him Stay, and its group will literally disappear.

Let go of another human being, lose the breeding ground, and their group may have no future.

There are too few living things in the forest, too few.

But if they are not let go, they must have no future, and they will not be able to wait for the next hundred years.

On balance between the two, the old black monkey can only make a relatively less bad choice.

……

The group of monkeys led the way, deliberately staying away from Yan Lingyun, trying to get rid of him, making the last struggle.

But Yan Lingyun followed behind at a leisurely pace.

They didn't understand why this monk could not get lost in the Lost Forest, and instead of wandering around the periphery like other idiots, he found their ancestral land instead.

Mo Yang's feeling is correct, indeed every place here "looks" the same.Because there is an ancient large formation underground in the dense forest, which prohibits empty space, prohibits tearing space, prohibits spiritual exploration, and creates illusions that are both false and real. Even if the effectiveness is greatly reduced today, it is still a complete killing formation.

But these are almost ineffective for young people.

He took a sip of wine during the fast walk, and felt the secret scar on his chest getting hotter and hotter, so he knew that the monkeys didn't play tricks to lead them astray.

The place where Mo Yang was captured by the group of monkeys coincided with the place where he was secretly involved.

Not long after, a cave entrance arrived.

Yan Lingyun entered with the group of monkeys, and soon saw the gate of the stone cave.Seeing outsiders, the monkey group waiting there, including the retreating monkey group leader, immediately squeaked aggressively, but was stopped by the old black monkey.

Yan Lingyun was noncommittal, and only said: "Open the barrier."

The old black monkey asked people to open the barrier, but he was unwilling to go in again, and signaled Yan Lingyun with sign language to come out immediately after taking the man, and not to destroy the ancestral land, otherwise the two of them would be buried with them even if they died.

Yan Lingyun: "If you keep your word, I will naturally not turn my face."

After that, he entered the cave alone.

The old black monkey stared at his leaving back, resentful.

Even if he sends his tribe to follow up, he can't do anything to stop it, but if it goes in, it will pollute the holy pool.

They are already too dirty, but they have been kept here for generations, unable to get rid of them.

Yan Lingyun raised his sword and walked in, paying attention to the movement around him.

Unexpectedly, the monkeys did not deceive him. There is no danger in the cave, but the terrain is more complicated.

Only his footsteps echoed in the cave.

Yan Ling was calm and breezy, at this moment he took out a high-grade spirit stone from the storage ring, pressed it secretly in the palm of his hand, and absorbed it as he walked.

After two full hours of output, his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Water drops fell on the rocks, tick tock.

The further in, the more Yan Lingyun could feel a vigorous and clear spiritual power, as well as the rich and long-lasting fragrance of flowers.

He walked out of the last stone cave and saw the sea of ​​flowers.

The dark and dense purple extends to the end of the cave, and the layers of flowers are next to each other, floating slightly, containing starlight, and it seems that they are about to bloom.

And near the pool in the distance, Mo Yang was lying there quietly.

Indistinct, indistinct.

Yanling Yunmeifeng relaxed a little, he walked over and stopped beside the young man.The young man's black boots were still stained with blood, and he stepped on the flowers, beside a flexible and white arm.

"Don't worry." Yan Lingyun called him in a low voice.

Fog rose from the cold pool, and among the sea of ​​flowers, Mo Yang lay on his side, as if he had fallen asleep.He barely wears any clothes, his body is soft and round, clinging to the heavy petals, slightly curled up, his hips, waist, back... the lines are like a small fish jumping up from the clean water under the moonlight.

Half of his shoulders were slightly cold, as if he was waiting for someone to hold his shoulders and warm him up.

Yan Lingyun looked away.

He lightly tapped the boy's body with his sword, and called him again: "Mo Qi."

But Mo Yang still fell asleep quietly.

His long hair was spread all over the floor, and the corner of Yan Lingyun's clothes was blown by the wind, brushing against the side of his face, so quiet that he could feel his soft breath.

There were only the two of them in the cave, and the boy's body was right in front of his eyes.

He can do whatever he wants, and many monks don't mind raising a stove, being affectionate and sweet, giving him what he wants, pampering him, and getting what he wants, enjoying the youth and love of a teenager, and hugging a young man on the lonely road. human body temperature.

Yan Lingyun lowered his eyes slightly.

In the end, he slowly squatted down, intending to hold the boy's shoulders, turn him over, and wake him up with acupuncture.

But at the moment when he touched Mo Yang, Yan Lingyun's movements stopped——

His eyes were suddenly infiltrated with purple for a moment. At that moment, he seemed to see the swaying of the thick blue-purple flowers. The sea of ​​consciousness was swallowed up in an instant, and the blood in his whole body suddenly boiled!

"..." Yan Lingyun was sweating profusely, and half-kneeled on the ground, holding the sword in one hand and his forehead in the other, but he couldn't restrain the groan that overflowed from his throat.

……

Blue purple, blue purple, all blue purple.

The rich fragrance of flowers attracts him. In the quiet cave, the rich and colorful love flowers seem to be rejoicing, and they are only a mile away from blooming to their fullest.

The young man half-kneeled on the ground like a statue, a golden-purple color flashed fiercely in his eyes, sweat dripped from the tip of his hair, and dripped on the young man's lips.

Plump and slightly open.

He took a breath, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at the young man.

Then he stretched out his hand, curiously, but also completely unconscious, trying to touch the strange eyes of the young man.

But those eyes moved closer to him, and they were full of magnificent purple, covering his body with the weight of another person.