Baihua Mountain.

Back mountain.

Plants and plants, green leaves are fragrant.

Pei Ling stood up in the air, unable to help pinch the tactics in his hand, among the pupils, Nanke's dream fire pulsed slowly, exuding a strange brilliance.

Princess Zhuang Shu folded her hands on her lower abdomen, standing not far away, watching this scene quietly, her posture was graceful, and her whole body was silent.

The ten women are still dancing with a strange rhythm. At this moment, all their temples are loose, hairpins are falling horizontally, and the well-maintained blue silk is covered with sweat. They look particularly embarrassed, especially Crazy.

Their expressions have fallen into chaos. At this moment, the women can no longer hide their thoughts, and they can't help whispering their respective obsessions: "'Yue' fairy benevolence! If there is no'yue' fairy shelter for a believer, How can the weak female stream hold the power and live and kill?! Nowadays, the prosperous and rich, endless enjoyment, all the men in the world are dolphins, who are called, come, and go..."The more" fairy grace, just in case It's hard to report, the letter girl is willing to raise heirs for the "Yue" fairy..."

"The believer is deeply sacred by the grace, but it is the limit to protect the believer as the dignity of the world. The believer prays for the fairy to have children and be immortal and youthful forever..."

"Thanks to the great love of the gods, the believers have already tasted the taste of beautiful men in the world, but how it feels to serve the gods alone, I don't know...begging for the gods to be perfect..."

"Fu Yi...May the gods have pity and spring breeze for a while, if you can get pregnant and have children, believe in women, wishing you will be rewarded by the grass for all generations..."

They murmured as they danced wildly. By this moment, most of their bodies had disappeared.

Standing in the center, Wenren Ling Sedai frowned, and the ten women's lifelong obsessions constantly impacted her potential mind.

She is a monk, and under normal circumstances, the obsession of a mortal, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to affect her in the slightest.

It's just that this place is a fairy dream, and the so-called mortal in the dream is not a real mortal!

Moreover, the "Curse" inherited from the "Mind Demon Dayan Curse" is launched by the secret law that affects the great law of the world, which is very wonderful.

Not to mention, at this moment, Pei Ling, who has a celestial position and body, the power of [Mind Demon Dayan Curse], I don't know how many times it has been promoted.

In addition, Wenren Lingse was in a coma at the moment, so there was no resistance.

Time passed bit by bit...

Finally, with the last beat, all ten women disappeared, and ten sets of skirts and hairpins fell from the air.

At this moment, Wenren Lingse's breath and vitality also reached the extreme.

She was constantly struggling and seemed to be doing her best to resist external obsessions, but at this time she suddenly became calm and peaceful.

The wishes and obsessions of the sacrifice have already become part of his Taoism!

Immediately, Wenren Lingse's figure disappeared in a dream together with the [Evil Flag].

Seeing Wenren Lingse disappear, Pei Ling frowned slightly. Was the opponent rescued by him? Still fallen?

At this time, she heard Princess Zhuang Shu say: "Your business has been done, now you can sacrifice for my body."

Hearing Zhenxian Will speak, Pei Ling immediately understood that Wenren Lingse should have been successfully treated by him...

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly: "Okay."

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Eternal night desert.

Nine stone pillars stood quietly, and violent thunders wandered across the sky, smashing from time to time.

The blood-colored coffin hovering in the air trembled from time to time under the mighty sky.

It was just a gap that had already opened, as if endless viscous darkness was flowing out, constantly weakening the bombardment power of the sky thunder.

The purple lightning swept the sky, and in an instant, the dense figures under the nine pillars were illuminated.

These people are aliens and humans, all muddled and unconscious, standing upright on the gravel under the nine pillars.

At the forefront were Old Demon Mielian, Yuan Changzhen, Luan Qiaoqing, Luo Du, Zuo Jingxing, Qing Yao Great Demon, Wenren Lingse, Pei Ling and Mo Lilan.

boom! !

The angry thunder roared, the seemingly endless thunder, pierced the dense and substantial darkness, and briefly shed shadows.

Under the sound of rolling thunder, Yongye Desert seemed to be sleeping in a nightmare that would never wake up, and there was no sound.

With the tumbling of Tianwei, the blood-colored coffin was floating in mid-empty load. It looked gloomy and inexplicable and filled the desert with inexplicable pressure. It seemed that at this moment, everything was solidified.

Suddenly, Wenren Lingse opened his eyes suddenly!

Feeling the surging vitality in her body and the complete recovery of her injuries, she was shocked. She was not dead?

But the next moment, her gaze quickly swept over the stone pillars, chains, and blood-colored coffins in front of her, her complexion changed instantly, the fog of the dark sky, and the remains of the fallen immortal!

This is the desert of Yongye!

How could she appear in the desert of Yongye? !

The thoughts turned, Wen Ren Lingse immediately swam around and observed her surroundings, and soon she found that her left hand was firmly holding the [Evil Flag], and because of too much force, the veins on the back of her hand were violent.

On the sandy ground not far to the right, a familiar painted halberd was inserted obliquely into the ground, but it was his natural magic weapon, Frost Candle painted halberd.

At this moment, the flag face moved slightly, and a petite figure appeared.

The Qi Ling stood in the air, his blood-colored battle skirt fluttered in the wind, and his delicate little face was full of solemnity. At this moment, his head turned slightly, and the horse's tail drew a short arc in the air. It looked at Wenren Lingse and asked: "Wenren Lingse, how are you now?"

Wen Ren Lingse hurriedly saluted: "Senior, I feel good now."

Zhu Eqi Qi Ling immediately relieved his heart. Although the Little Hua God had no self-knowledge and was greedy by nature, he really saved Wen Ren Lingse this time.

Although its benevolence is lacking, it still does not lose its faith, nor does it vain its promises made at that time...

Thinking of this, Zhu E immediately said: "You performed very well this time! At the critical moment, you gave up your life for righteousness. Faced with many powerful enemies, knowing that it is hard to support, but also fighting forever, so courageous, so lonely and courageous, it fits my way. "

"Now that you have met my requirements for recognizing the master, I am willing to be your magic weapon and climb the long road with you."

Wen Ren Lingse hesitated slightly, and immediately said, "Thank you for your kind love, senior! I just don't know, who saved me this time?"

"It's a cultivator who hasn't asked his name." Qi Ling said, "But you don't need to thank him. Because this is what I promised to be driven by him for three years, so you have to wait for me for three years. Years later, I will go to you."

Monk?

Wen Ren Lingser suddenly felt strange, she knew very much how much she was injured at the time.

Not to mention the cultivator at the transformation stage, even if she is the same as her, it may not save her!

Thinking of this, she glanced at the **** coffin suspended between the nine pillars, knowing that this place shouldn't stay for long, but immediately said: "Senior, please take me to see the **** of transformation."

"In any case, I always want to know who my benefactor is?"

"Okay!" Qi Ling nodded immediately, which in its opinion is not a big deal, and it stays in Du'eryuan all the year round. It is very familiar with Wenren Lingse and knows the nature of this harmony. Now that it has recognized this Renqing, if you don't figure out the identity of that Xiaohua God, you will definitely not leave.

"Follow me." Qi Ling said again, and then flew out of Wenren Lingse's palm, turning into a **** escape light, escaping into the darkness, leading the way.

Wenren Lingse immediately followed.

The eternal night desert is shrouded in the mist of the dark sky, and the monks’ divine thoughts cannot be unfolded.

[Zhu Evil Banner] Stopped in a spot without flying much distance.

Wenren Lingse followed and stood still, and then saw a young monk with blood haunting all over, standing under one of the stone pillars, his eyes closed at this moment, and he obviously hadn't woken up yet.

His mysterious robe hunted and hunted, carrying a long knife, his face was cold, his aura was ferocious and brutal, he obviously had a record of countless slaughters, and only then was he able to cultivate such an aura of wickedness and vitality.

Son of Heavy Mingzong! ?