IX Cultivation

And moved the hand on the man's leg back to the towering pregnant belly, raised his eyebrows and pressed down, and said casually: "The immortal is really a noble person who forgets things..."

"Hmm..." Wan Ling frowned, and there were bursts of pain in his stomach that was being pressed more and more heavily. After a while, cold sweat broke out all over his body. Passed? What do you want to do?!"

While talking, Wan Ling meditated on the Dharma seal in his heart, trying to break free from this strange and impossible bondage, but unexpectedly, he was pressed so hard by the other party that his round belly seemed to explode, and Wan Ling felt so painful. His thoughts were disordered, but he held back his voice and stopped making it.

The man said: "You're really disobedient, don't think about things that you shouldn't have, immortal." The young man controlled the nematodes in the man's body to move around, especially near the gestational sac in the belly, even if he couldn't bite the gestational sac , and insisted on contradicting around there, to make the man uncomfortable, "Yes, we met in the devil world, but the first time we met was earlier, immortal, what do you think of?"

"...No." Wan Ling said clearly, "I don't remember knowing that monster."

"Hehe..." Qingming nodded inexplicably, and stopped torturing Wan Ling. He put down the hand on the man's belly and sat back. With a slight lift of his hands, he controlled Wan Ling to stand up and sit down. Beside the bed, then Qing Ming patted Wan Ling's thigh, as if he disliked being dirty, and after a while went straight to the bed and leaned on Wan Ling's leg, saying, "The stomach is really in the way."

Because the man was moved too fast, his stomach was indescribably overwhelmed, and the always lively spirit stone also moved, as if turning over, which made Wan Ling feel uncomfortable in his stomach. He wanted to reach out to comfort him, but No, he looked at the young man who was lying on his lap as if he was going to sleep, hesitated for a while, and said, "Who are you? If you want to avenge your Demon Lord, then just do it, dawdle." What means?"

Wan Ling spoke indifferently, as if he didn't care much about his own life.

The person who listened opened those lifeless eyes. There were things in his eyes that Wan Ling could not understand. He controlled the man to lower his head consciously, while he reached up and touched the man's cheek. The cold fingertips slowly Sliding across the man's brows, came to the bright red bloodstain, and said in a low voice:

"Immortal, you really... haven't changed at all..."

"Don't worry too, I'm not interested in revenge, I just want to see if you, the immortal... are still so beautiful when you struggle in pain but can't get rid of it no matter what."

"I like to take it slow, we have plenty of time...don't rush."

Qing Ming's movements of stroking the man's eyebrows were extremely gentle, and the words he said were indeed sinister and tight: "Okay, be quiet, I'm going to rest."

As soon as the words fell, Wan Ling's voice seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch this slightly familiar monster lying on his lap familiarly, with his arms around his waist, and even went out. The will-o'-the-wisp, instantly immersed the cave in darkness again.

The man knew that he was probably not in any danger at the moment, but it would not be a good thing if he went on for a long time. He should find a way to get out by himself, but what is it that controls him to come here, and has he not been discovered by the Dragon King?

What does this monster want to do?

Is his strength so weak that he can't detect what spells have been cast on him?

Wan Ling's face darkened.

Perhaps, if we know who this monster is, these mysteries will be solved.Or, wait until the Dragon Lord finds him... No, now that the Dragon Lord has lost the dragon horn, his mana has been greatly reduced, and his vitality has not recovered, it is better to find a way by himself.Wan Ling is not yet tired of eternity, he has just tasted some wonderful emotions, and he does not want to die like this.

Immortals are not immortal, they all have their own weakness in their own lives, when that weakness is found and destroyed and eroded, it is a soul that cannot even be reincarnated, and no longer exists in the six realms.

Wan Ling's weakness was exposed by himself in the Demon Realm. Although not everyone can make him lose his tail, it is a hidden danger after all.

Thinking of this, the man's eyes turned cold when he looked at the monster. Wan Ling believes that there is no gratuitous hatred in this world. If there is, then that person must...

——It is a snake classics disease.

"Don't think about messy things that will affect my rest." Suddenly, the voice of the young man came from the silent space, "No one will find this place, including your concubine Longjun."

In another place, the Dragon Lord turned into a giant dragon and hovered in the black sky that was disturbed by the messy clouds. His golden pupils were looking for something, looking in one direction, and then flew towards that direction.

At the foot of Jinding Mountain in the west, a young man who looked exactly like the Emperor of Heaven licked the corner of his mouth, shook the iron chain that locked him a few times, smiled harmlessly and said to the delicate-faced young man sitting in the corner: "It's really a big show. , that old fox of yours just slept with that dragon and slept on the bed of a monster, tsk tsk."

The boy's blood-colored eyes were calm, he just looked at Tianyin coldly, and the black air that appeared out of nowhere turned into a dozen diamond-shaped spikes, all of which pierced Tianyin's chest and flowed out from behind Gorgeous blood comes.

The boy said, "Go away."

Tianyin continued to smile innocently, not caring about her injuries at all, looking at everything under the dark night, including his dearest brother.

In the Nine Heavens, the Heavenly Emperor suddenly shivered with anxiety. He looked around, and looked suspiciously at his spiritual pet, Zhegui. The majestic eagle he raised also tilted his head and looked at him. No difference.

The Emperor of Heaven touched his neck with a guilty conscience, where a piece of flesh was bitten off last time, and it was still intact. With his most cherished jade chess piece, he went to play chess with Xuannv...

As soon as he stepped out the door, his spiritual pet landed on his shoulder and rubbed against his cheek.

"You don't want to sleep late today, go out with me." The Heavenly Emperor stroked Zhegui's head and smiled.

Near the ghost town in the human world, a puppet master controlled several puppets in rags to help him catch some little demons. When he encountered a more powerful one, he frowned and said to a puppet standing beside him: " You go, quick battle."

The puppet master needs a large number of monsters to refine the elixir he needs.

The puppet with bluish-gray skin has a feminine face, but there is a thread like a centipede sewn from the top of its head to its chin. It is obviously a giant puppet.

"Didn't you hear me when I told you to go?!"

The puppet master was furious. Recently, he could clearly feel that he was struggling to control this high-level puppet.

The puppet had no eyeballs, only the whites of its eyes looked at the puppeteer for a long time, until the puppet master became hairy and vigilant, then disappeared in place like lightning, and obediently went to catch the monster.

120. Bad taste

The Dragon Palace in the South China Sea was as quiet as usual, even the patrols of shrimp soldiers and crab generals were silent. Prime Minister Wucheng simply maintained the turnover of the Dragon Palace during the days when the Dragon Lord was away, and often helped the Dragon Lord inspect some incense burnt by mortals to the Dragon King Temple.

The prime minister is very old, but he is looking forward to the Dragon Lord coming back with the Dragon Mother and a few dragon eggs at the same time.

The old prime minister thought, he was a little embarrassed, who made him feel embarrassed to listen to the corner that day, but no matter what, the old prime minister still felt lucky, except for one thing that he didn't understand, that is why the Dragon King didn't live in the Dragon Palace. Want to go somewhere else?

Prime Minister Wucheng was puzzled, and was chatting with the Buddha-like kelp spirit beside him, when the South China Sea shook and turned upside down in an instant, and the ground of the Dragon Palace seemed to be opened by something, and the flow of sea water suddenly became frantic, without a trace of law !

The prime minister hurriedly grabbed the seaweed spirit beside him to prevent himself from being washed away. While wondering, he was about to say something, but suddenly remembered something, and said in horror, "Oops! It's Dinghai Dragon Ball!"

At the bottom of the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, the Dragon Lord in dark and gorgeous clothes stood among a pile of enchantment fragments. Looking at the almost transparent Dinghai Dragon Ball in front of him, his golden pupils shrank slightly after turning into beasts.

He stretched out his hand covered with a layer of dragon scales, gently picked up the dragon ball, and immediately spread out a circle of sharp water patterns around the Dragon Lord, enveloping the Dragon Lord.

Dinghai Dragon Ball, as the name suggests, is prone to chaos in the South China Sea.

As the master of a sea, no one would move the dragon ball for no reason, but Lord Ao Puppet Dragon didn't seem to have much feeling about it, he didn't care about the frantic water flow around him.

Mr. Long seemed to be standing in the eye of a tornado. The surroundings were so quiet that even time seemed to stand still. He gently closed his eyes, and the thick and curled eyelashes were close together, leaving a large hazy area under the eyelids. The shade looks great.

"I want to see where the Wanling Immortal is now." Long Jun opened his lips slightly, and uttered this seemingly emotionless sentence.

The dragon ball suddenly burst open and released dazzling white light from the cracks. The South China Sea was covered by white light, and the eyes could not see it, but Long Jun saw a dark cave in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Long Jun gently closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, and frowned, the picture in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly flashed, and when he entered the cave, he saw a messy scene full of spider webs in the faint light of will-o’-the-wisps, and a figure emerged from the corner. When he walked out, the light couldn't fully illuminate the other person's face, and he saw that the person's hands were covered with disgusting black nematodes, and the worms were secreting a yellow liquid, which dripped on the ground.