IX Cultivation

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The man seemed to be a little sensitive, his footsteps that were about to go to the other side suddenly stopped, he looked around, and something black protruded from his sleeve, long, like a corroded rattan The blade of grass shook a string of Buddhist beads, and the beads made a crisp collision sound, which was obviously very light, but the sound became louder and louder, the next second!The picture presented by Long Jun's sea of ​​consciousness collapsed instantly!

Long Jun's sharp nails pierced into the palm of his hand, he frowned and wanted to ask where Dragon Ball Wanling was again, but the answers he got became more and more vague every time, and the picture never appeared again.

He didn't even see the person he wanted to see!

Long Jun opened his eyes, there were red bloodshot eyes in his beautiful golden pupils, there was no unnecessary expression on his cold and handsome face, but there were more and more scales on the side of his face, and there was not even a missing dragon horn on the right forehead. The wounds that had grown up were all exposed, enough to see how deeply Long Jun's suppressed emotions were!

There is so much movement in the South China Sea, it is impossible for Jiuchongtian not to know, all the immortals immediately asked the Emperor of Heaven, who was still playing chess with Xuannv, the pieces on the chessboard were all crystal clear, some snow-white chess pieces occasionally reflected the reflection of the Emperor's lowered eyes, and the eyes flashed The profound meaning of passing away, the Emperor of Heaven said:

"Hey, it's nothing serious. Isn't Mr. Xiaolong in the South China Sea? What could happen?"

Xuannv covered her lips and smiled lightly, holding a sunspot between her slender fingers and landed it crisply on the chessboard, where there was a small light-colored ripple in the air like the surface of water, and said softly: "Emperor, you lost."

The Emperor of Heaven was sitting in an extremely domineering posture. When he heard that he had lost, he immediately showed his true colors and said to Xuannv: "No, come again! I still don't believe it. If I lose again this time, I will pay you the Guigui." Laughing, not serious.

Xuannv was also accompanying her, and with a wave of her hand, the chess pieces returned to their original positions and said, "Okay."

The immortals on the side all dispersed after hearing that the Emperor said that there was nothing wrong with them. After all, most of what the Emperor sometimes said was correct. Xuannv could easily see the ending they could not see, but the Emperor could accidentally felt.

Only Immortal Luofu pretended to be watching the chess seriously, secretly glanced at the neck of the Emperor of Heaven, and pursed his lips in an unclear manner.

The Heavenly Emperor was playing chess, he didn't look at Immortal Luofu at all, but his voice became solemn suddenly, and he said coldly: "Immortal Luofu, what are you looking at?"

Immortal Luofu immediately shifted his gaze, and said seriously, "I'm watching the Emperor of Heaven playing chess."

When the Emperor of Heaven was pretending to be aggressive, he was still very imposing. His long and narrow black eyes seemed to be filled with the colors of the life of all things and sentient beings. He glanced at Immortal Luofu lightly, and said, "Since it's boring, how about going to see the South China Sea?"

Xuannv also spoke at the side, and said: "Yes, Immortal Luofu happened to go to see Immortal Wanling, come back when you recover from your injury, Outong from Wanling Palace is on the verge of not being able to talk to anyone alone in the palace gone."

Xuannv has always been the default wife of the Emperor of Heaven in the eyes of all the immortals. Even if the Emperor of Heaven doesn't say anything, the immortals know that these two people have some meanings. This relationship has existed for tens of thousands of years.

This is probably the legendary spiritual love that doesn't even hold hands——the immortals think so.

But it is undeniable that every time the Emperor of Heaven said something, Xuannv would help, and the picture of the two playing chess together was perfect without any violation...

"Yes." Immortal Luofu was sent to the South China Sea, even though the Emperor of Heaven spoke, and he himself was willing to watch it. As a "social butterfly" character in the Nine Heavens, Immortal Luofu actually liked Immortal Wanling the most. No matter what he said, Wan Ling will listen to him quietly, he is simply a confidant.

When the Immortal Luofu turned to leave, he suddenly saw Zhegui standing on the shoulder of the Emperor of Heaven, and the Immortal Luofu suddenly called out, "Zhegui, do you want to play in the South China Sea?"

Normally, the Heavenly Emperor, the spiritual pet that has been raised for tens of thousands of years, would have flew over with flapping wings and eyes shining brightly, and nestled on his head, but not today.

I saw the spirit eagle with black and bright feathers motionless, and looked at Xuannv sitting opposite the Emperor of Heaven without blinking.

——Wait, how can there be such a profound look in the eyes of a spiritual pet?

Immortal Luofu felt that he had thought too much about things recently and was so tired that he had hallucinations.

Just as Immortal Luofu was rubbing his temples and preparing to go down to the South China Sea, there was a sound of flapping wings behind him, getting closer and closer to him. Immortal Luofu couldn't dodge in time, and his head was pecked. Seeing the Heavenly Emperor's spirit eagle, Zhe Gui, nestled on his head, squinting his eyes, pretending to be superior, just like his master.

Immortal Luofu twitched the corners of his mouth inexplicably, not quite understanding what the spirit eagle was thinking, he had just told it to go, but it didn't respond, and now it rushed over again.

The Emperor of Heaven, who was originally concentrating on playing chess, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. After placing a chess piece on the board, he lazily leaned on the chair, as if he had loosened something heavy, and murmured:

"Its daybreak……"

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"It's dawn... My Wanling Immortal, eat something, or you will be hungry, and you won't have the strength to give birth."

In a certain cave in the human world, a monster with gray-green long hair patted the man's cheek with its delicate and slender hands. Satisfied to see the man's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, he poured a bowl of black sticky The thick thing leaned over and said:

"Come on, this is a good thing... drink him up."

Wan Ling sat up and slept all night, not tired, but when he smelled the things in front of him, his face turned pale and he didn't open his mouth.

"I don't know what to do." The young man squeezed Wan Ling's jaw, and the rotten rattan that came out of nowhere sucked up the liquid in the bowl, and then the man found himself opening his mouth uncontrollably, and the rattan entered His mouth went deep into his throat, pouring the viscous liquid into it, and at the same time, like a bad taste, he probed deeper and deeper...

"Well……"

121. I hate you, so I want to destroy you

"Do you know what this is?"

Qingming seemed to have had a good rest last night, and woke up before Wan Ling didn't notice, and now he made a big bowl of viscous green liquid for Wan Ling to drink, the smell was full of fishy and salty.

"Hmm..." Myriad Spirit Immortal's body was controlled for some reason, and he could use some small spells, but his spiritual power was stagnant, and he couldn't perform particularly powerful spells at all. At this moment, his lips were still parted, letting a dark green The vines poured the bowl of disgusting stuff down his throat, burning his stomach, Wan Ling frowned and wanted to shake his head, his cochlea was ringing, and he didn't pay attention to what Qing Ming said.

Qing Ming just stood aside and watched quietly, until it was all poured, he was unwilling to take the cane out from the depths of the man's throat, instead he shook and stabbed it around, touching those soft inner walls, and said: " Now the immortal remembers who I am?"

The place where the man was lightly brushed by the rattan was itchy, as if some feather had fallen near the esophagus, unable to swallow or vomit, and wanted to grab it with his hands, but couldn't touch it.

Wan Ling was in a trance, and suddenly felt a slight burning sensation all over his body, which slowly began to spread from the inside of his body, and then he heard the young man in front of him continue to say: "Sure enough, immortals don't bother to know anything. That's right, like me How can ordinary little monsters compare to people like Demon Lord and Dragon God?"

"Hey, is the immortal feeling a little uncomfortable? He's sweating." Qing Ming asked knowingly, brushed the man's forehead with his slender and beautiful hand, touched it, and said, "It's a little hot...but it's just right."

After finishing speaking, Qing Ming smiled and sat beside the man. At the same time, countless vines behind him clung to Wan Ling's body, making the man's stiff body lie on the bed, with his head resting on the young man's lap. The feeding rattan also slowly slid out from inside, bringing out a trace of mucus.

The Immortal of All Souls could tell that the devilish energy of this monster was not as terrifying as Tanlang's. If he hadn't lost half of his strength, it would be easy to deal with this person, but now he has to lie here like this, for unknown reasons.

Sometimes ignorance is the scariest thing.

Wan Ling's throat was controlled last night and he couldn't speak, but now he saw the other party's hand gently stroking his neck, and the suffocating feeling disappeared immediately, and then the man coughed a few times, and then breathed slightly heavily, looking at him in surprise. The satisfied young man smiled at him and said, "What did you give me to drink?!"

Now he always feels that there is something crawling inside his body, as if he was driven out by something, and he panicked and looked for a place to escape, but he was confined to a certain range.

"What do you think?" The young man was playing with the man's long hair and pulling the end of it. The originally white and delicate hand suddenly swelled up like a tumor, and something was wriggling in the skin, but the young man didn't care. Still calm, he traced the man's eyebrows and eyes with the other hand, and the place where the hand passed brought a sharper sting, "It's very simple, it's my blood, otherwise, how can you burn the blood that I planted in your body?" Nematodes?"

"No, to be precise, it should be that bastard Bai Xian. I just provided a little help."

"Don't look at me with such eyes." Qing Ming touched the man's face, his movements were very gentle, and when he saw the thin twisted black lines emerging on the man's cheeks, his expression was also gentle, as if The source of all these pains is not him, "But I really underestimated the immortals. I actually seduced that bastard Bai Xian and didn't want to attack you. It's really good."

"You!" Wanling Immortal skin