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Yang Yuyao continued to fall, and the cold wind kept invading his clothes. However, Yang Yuyao came up with the formula of gravity acceleration in his mind and began to calculate the speed of his fall at this moment. Just as he was calculating the result, he dove into the water. The momentary impact made him dizzy, and he couldn't help but sigh that the monk's body was strong. If he were a mortal, this blow would be enough to break his neck and shatter his organs.

"This... is the sea?" Yang Yuyao thought to himself. He wanted to take a look at the sea, but he never expected to fall into the sea the first time he saw it. The cold and biting sea water with salt stimulated the wounds on his body, causing numbness in pain. Under the control of the secret medicine puppet, he could not use his spiritual power. The salty and bitter seawater poured into his trachea, and he could not stop it. The feeling of suffocation gradually made him lose consciousness.

"Bai Lingxue...want to drown me?" Yang Yuyao tried hard to hold on and prevent himself from completely losing consciousness. The light on the sea was getting farther and farther away from him, and the environment around him was getting darker and darker. Yang Yuyao tried his best to stop himself from thinking. Try to concentrate your energy into the formation hidden in his left arm. Although he had experimented many times before, he did not use the real secret medicine "puppet" to test it, and he could not get the thing, so he could only simulate it. The formation on the arm was vaguely responding, but the secret medicine puppet was worthy of being a heaven-level secret medicine. How could it be so easy to get rid of its control?

The sound of water and bubbles came to Yang Yuyao's ears, as if something giant was approaching him. Just when Yang Yuyao was wondering whether he would be buried in the belly of a fish, he seemed to see a strange-looking tail. It didn't look like a creature in the sea. All the tails looked like some kind of legendary creature. Then Yang Yuyao saw more parts of the creature. It had a long, huge body covered with scales and a back with manes. Sharp and huge claws. Then the thing flicked its tail and swam around him. Then, Yang Yuyao saw a huge head with horns and beard, and two huge glowing eyeballs staring at him.

"Dragon?" As soon as the answer came out of Yang Yuyao's mind, he was grabbed by the giant claws. It was unclear whether it was due to suffocation or pain, and he fell into a brief coma.

After returning to consciousness, Yang Yuyao found himself in a dazzlingly luxurious place filled with jewels. There are sparkling pearls everywhere, as well as corals with rich colors and various shapes. Yang Yuyao instantly thought of the Dragon Palace in the story. Then his chin was pinched and a pill was stuffed into his mouth. It also caused the position of Yang Yuyao's sight to change, and he realized that he was lying on a bed with bead curtains hanging at the moment. A handsome man with horns on his head that looked exactly like the dragon-like creature he saw in a coma was looking at him as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Finally I got you." The man who looked like a dragon had a low voice, and then he kissed her directly. Forced to have physical contact with strangers, the emotions of fear, disgust, nausea, disgust, and humiliation were intertwined and entangled, instantly exploding in Yang Yuyao's mind, causing him to lose his mind for a while, and his mental concentration was temporarily interrupted. .

"He wants... He doesn't mean..." Yang Yuyao thought in horror as the man roughly pried open his mouth and kissed him. Hands with sharp nails tore at his clothes. Even the strong robe could not withstand the man's brute force. The sound of the fabric tearing apart was like Yang Yuyao's nerves being torn apart. Every part of his skin was being torn apart. Even though there was no wound at the place he touched, he felt as if a red-hot iron had been pressed against his body, causing burning pain.

"Let me go! Don't touch me!" Yang Yuyao was screaming and roaring in his heart. He was nauseated and wanted to vomit, but he was unable to resist. His body was like a soft doll, allowing himself to be bullied. The lip bitten by the man was quickly scratched by his sharp teeth, and blood flowed out, which made the man's movements even more crazy.

"Damn it! Calm down! I have to calm down!" Yang Yuyao once again grabbed his reason and struggled to push it to the dominant position, struggling and fighting against the emotions that were close to collapse.

"Calm down, Yang Yuyao! If you can't save yourself, you will lose everything!" Yang Yuyao yelled to himself in his heart, trying his best to ignore the bites that went down his neck and the pain in his hands. A rough rub. He poured all his mental power into the formation on his left arm. He no longer thought about what would happen if he failed. He just wanted to succeed.

The strong light emitted from his left arm made the man retreat instinctively, and finally distanced himself from Yang Yuyao. Yang Yuyao took the opportunity to break through at once. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged crazily towards Yang Yuyao, as if forming a whirlpool of spiritual energy. During the promotion process, Yang Yuyao finally regained some mobility. He vomited out a mouthful of blood, and his throat was full of fishy sweetness. He sat up with difficulty. He had no time to wipe the blood on his lips, and his eyes happened to fall on two ferocious objects. Yang Yuyao, who felt the pain in his eyes, closed his eyes reflexively.

"There are two!" Yang Yuyao thought in horror. Knowing that closing his eyes was an act of seeking death, Yang Yuyao quickly opened his eyes again, but his eyes had moved elsewhere.

The man who reacted rushed over, but the pressure that was approaching the integration stage was unable to do anything to him. An even more terrifying aura came from the man, making Yang Yuyao understand that this dragon's strength was at least at the level of a monk. The period of tribulation. Even if Yang Yuyao is promoted to the combined stage, there are still two major differences between them. But Yang Yuyao would not give up. Even though he was still on the way to promotion, he still chose to fight back.

Yang Yuyao fell off the bed with bead curtains. The horned man also took a few steps back. There was a deep wound on his chest. He spat out the blood in his mouth and looked at Yang Yuyao with even more eyes. Hot.

"I didn't expect you to be able to resist, you are such a sharp-toothed beauty!" The man smiled, and the sea water came under his control and attacked Yang Yuyao. Yang Yuyao, whose limbs were restrained by the current, was forced to kneel to the ground. He suddenly understood what the elixir the man had just fed him was. It was an elixir to prevent him, a human being, from drowning. The palace was still full of sea water, but being able to breathe freely made him ignore the matter just now. The dragon didn't want him to die, but it wanted to force its way into him and make him its own.

The man detoured behind Yang Yuyao, put his hands on his waist and pulled his belt. What was worse was that Yang Yuyao found that even though he had entered the integration stage, the secret medicine puppet was still working. , as long as he cuts off the input of the mental power of the formation on his arm, he will soon be unable to move again. If he wants to get rid of control again, it will probably be even more difficult.

Yang Yuyao had to continue to instill spiritual power. His internal organs seemed to have been slowly cut with a knife, and blood flowed out of his mouth unstoppably. The blood turned into strands in the sea water. The red lines are blurred into one piece.

"Huh? I see. It seems that this formation on your arm can help you resist the control of the secret medicine puppet." The man leaned over with his whole body, pinched Yang Yuyao's chin and forced him to look back at him. Yang Yu Yao could even feel that a hot and dangerous object was about to move. Staring into Yang Yuyao's murderous eyes, the dragon man actually laughed out loud, "But it seems like it will do a lot of harm to you. Do you still have to resist at all costs?"

"Get away! You old loach!" Yang Yuyao endured the pain all over his body and once again gathered his spiritual power to push it away. His spiritual power rolled up the long sword that had just fallen to the ground. He circled the sword behind him and pushed it away again. Stab the man. Only then did Yang Yuyao realize that the bone-deep wound on the man's chest had actually healed! The self-healing ability of the Dragon Clan is insanely strong.

The long sword filled with sword energy successfully pierced its body that was originally impenetrable. Yang Yuyao, who succeeded in the blow, quickly retracted the long sword and at the same time controlled the flying knife feathers to continue attacking. The densely packed silver-white peacock tail-like sharp blades The man was attacked from all directions. Even the physically powerful Dragon Clan was still forced to use water as a shield to block the flying knives that turned into thousands of clones.

Yang Yuyao vomited another large mouthful of blood and staggered. Forced to maintain high-intensity mental output to avoid the secret medicine puppet's counterattack, it became even more difficult to endure the pain in his body. This was probably the last time he had been hurt since he lost his memory. But if he makes one mistake, he may face an abyss of eternal destruction.

The figure of the man attacked by the flying knife feathers turned into a stream of water, was chopped into pieces, and then condensed into sea water that was no different from the surrounding water. The figure of the dragon man reappeared from the side, his facial features distorted by rage, and his aura was even more terrifying than before.

"It seems I have to teach you the respect you deserve first!" A stream of water hit Yang Yuyao's chest, who had no time to dodge, and instantly knocked him away. His back hit hard against a red coral. How can corals made mainly of calcium carbonate withstand such an impact? It instantly turned into fragments. Yang Yuyao lay on the coral fragments and gasped for air. The elixir allowed him to breathe freely in the water, but the severe damage to his chest made it difficult for him to breathe again. Affected by this, the decorated pearl strings fell down one after another and scattered on Yang Yuyao's body. Fell together with this broken treasure, as if he was one of them, full of broken beauty.

"What...what?" Yang Yuyao thought in horror as something suddenly wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He struggled to understand what this sticky, slippery thing was, and then he felt them wrapping around his body. Neck, stuck into his clothes. Finally, he saw what it was. The pinkish-brown thing, similar to the arms and legs of some molluscs, became more and more unscrupulous, leaving traces on his skin.

The dragon looked down at Yang Yuyao, and the pressure around him was enough to make other people at a lower level than him collapse and beg for mercy, unable to move. Yang Yuyao would only feel fear, but would not lose the ability to act. However, the existence of the Secret Medicine Puppet greatly limited his strength, making it difficult to even move. He knew that the method of fighting that relied on flexibility and skill that he was used to was no longer applicable. He had to think of a more effective way of fighting and could not act rashly.

A small enamel bottle with a narrow mouth and a narrow neck suddenly appeared in the hands of the dragon man. He used his nails to open the cork and poured the unknown liquid into Yang Yuyao's mouth, which was broken open by the arms and legs of a suspected mollusk.

"This liquid is heavier than water and is not soluble in water..." Yang Yuyao's brain automatically analyzed it, as if it could relieve his pain. He wanted to spit out the liquid, but he couldn't. The weird arms and legs stretched into his mouth, guiding the liquid like a drainage tube. It wasn't until the liquid had completely entered that the arms and legs were roughly withdrawn, hitting Yang Yuyao's throat, causing him to retching uncontrollably.

"Vomit!" Yang Yuyao wanted to use vomiting to expel the problematic medicinal liquid, but it was not an ordinary medicine. Once it was taken, it was quickly absorbed by the body and could not be excreted.

"The longer it takes, the worse it will be..." Yang Yuyao's body began to heat up and seemed to become more sensitive. Although it seemed like a long time had passed after fighting with this dragon man and Bai Lingxue, Yang Yuyao knew that it had not actually been that long. He did not dare to expect He Qianqing to come to save him. The power Bai Lingxue raised to deal with He Qianqing was far beyond his expectation, even if Yang Yuyao tried to maximize this crisis. Of course, He Qianqing will have support, but Yang Yuyao doesn't know how many monks will come here to help them. Even He Qianqing was not sure of the specific figures, but Yang Yuyao refused to let He Qianqing tell him the parts that he could be sure of.

Yang Yuyao knew that his weakness might be the breakthrough point to see through their plan, so he would rather not know. Fortunately, Bai Lingxue underestimated him and did not try to read his memory directly.

Yang Yuyao couldn't estimate the situation on He Qianqing's side, and he didn't have enough experience to judge. We can only hope that He Qianqing and the monks who came to help will not die because of this. He withdrew his thoughts and focused on the present. Calculate your own cards.

"How about taking a gamble? The worst thing is that we will die together." Yang Yuyao fisted his left hand, hiding the mark of the Demon Suppression Tower that appeared in his palm, and waited for the opportunity.

"How is it possible? Why did so many people come to help He Qianqing?! How did they know my plan in advance?" Bai Lingxue looked at the gradually defeated army of the ghost clan and the sea clan, and looked at the large human clan members who appeared one after another. Yes, incredible. The victory that was originally certain is now becoming more and more uncertain. "You have to escape! You must escape immediately!" The premonition of failure screamed, and at this moment, the sword energy in the ghost sea army suddenly opened a avenue. He Qianqing, who had penetrated the alien army, rushed towards Bai Lingxue, and his anger overwhelmed him. What's more, the pressure made Bai Lingxue unable to breathe.

"Bai! Ling! Xue! Where did you take my disciple?!" He Qianqing asked angrily. He swung out a sword. Bai Lingxue was unable to dodge, and his body was almost split into two pieces. She had already been seriously injured by Yang Yuyao. After throwing Yang Yuyao into the sea, she only had time to swallow the elixir for a brief treatment when He Qianqing came to kill him with a sword. If He Qianqing hadn't been eager to find out Yang Yuyao's whereabouts, the sword strike just now would have killed her.

"Haha, that little beauty apprentice of yours? He is now the Dragon King's concubine, and I think he has been thoroughly enjoyed by the Dragon King." Perhaps she felt that he was in doom, or maybe He Qianqing was so furious that he was about to lose his mind and pleased her. , she didn’t hide anything and answered honestly.

"You!" He Qianqing glared at Bai Lingxue, lowered his head and looked down at the undulating sea below, feeling a little entangled in his choice. But the next second, he no longer cared about Bai Lingxue and plunged into the sea. Just when Bai Lingxue escaped for herself, several figures suddenly appeared and surrounded her, which surprised her again. Duan Yaoran, Mu Yuan, and the heads of the Tianshi Sect surrounded her. Even though the three of them together were still less of a threat than He Qianqing in Bai Lingxue's opinion, she was seriously injured and naturally couldn't afford it, so she tried to escape again.

"Bai Lingxue! I want you to be buried with everyone in our town!" Duan Yaoran was the first to attack. The female cultivator, as graceful as a fairy, roared with murderous intent, shocking the two men who were accompanying her.

"Miss Bai, I have to settle the matter with you for murdering our elder." Headmaster Lu said. He looked young, only about thirty years old, but in fact he was also a tribulation-rider who had lived for a thousand years. Expect great power.

"Then I'm seeking justice for myself, Qian Qing and Xiao Yao." Mu Yuan said quickly, thinking that the other two people had spoken out, and her own silence was somewhat unsociable.

Once the fight began, Bai Lingxue quickly realized that she could not escape even under the siege of these three people. Then a person with a more terrifying hairstyle made her break out in a cold sweat. Even though she had just faced He Qianqing, she still dared to provoke him like this because she had left a backup plan for herself. Even if she died here, she still had her soul and could quietly resurrect. But now, she realized with horror that her backup plan to save her life had been destroyed!

"How is it possible, who can find my soul-locking cup and destroy it? If you don't stay with my body for a long time, how can you find it?" Bai Lingxue thought in disbelief, and then an answer was about to come out. Deliberately pretending to be weak to delay time and seriously injure him later. Even he himself was the bait... Not only did he have the soul-locking cup found and destroyed during this period, but he also buried a hidden talisman on her body to prevent her from escaping. "Yang Yuyao, it's you again!" Thinking that she had been repeatedly teased by this brat who had not even reached the crown, Bai Lingxue became so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood.