IX Cultivation

Many times, but after all do not understand the emotion.

Qing Ming's pointed chin rested on the man's shoulder, and his cold lips gently touched Wan Ling's cheek. Wan Ling trembled his eyelashes slightly, and then heard the young man behind him say lightly:

"It's different from what I imagined...it's so soft."

"Still sticky."

"I thought it would be very cold." Qing Ming said, thick black blood poured out from the corner of his mouth, sticking to the man's light-colored skirt that was wet with sweat along the plump and smooth jaw superior.

"What do you want to do?" Wan Ling could see that the Dragon King came to the entrance of the cave after a few breaths of effort not far away, and felt the beating of the heart of the monster behind him, which seemed to be exposed outside the body, slow and strong, "You are about to die .”

Generally speaking, monsters do not abuse themselves. Their lifespan is longer than that of gods or even any kind of creatures, and they have multiple ways of resurrection, because demonic energy has been everywhere since ancient times. As long as a wisp of remnant soul escapes, it can reshape its body.

But the monster holding him behind him was about to die, and suddenly exhausted all his vitality. Compared with Wan Ling's first meeting, his strength was completely different.

"Yeah, I'm going to die, aren't you very happy?" Qing Ming said quietly, watching Long Jun, who brought up circles of air currents after landing, approached him like a dead person, but he continued to whisper in the man's ear. He said, "But what should I do? I don't want to let you go yet, let's die together."

"Hmph, dying." Long Jun was already standing only a few steps away from Wan Ling and Qing Ming, and he flicked the transformed sword at will. With a sound of sword sound, he was inserted On the wall, those slender and white hands instantly changed into dragon claws, and the dragon tail swayed slightly behind him, flying sand and rocks, turning the air into something with sharp blades.

Qingming basically ignored the Dragon Lord. Ever since he planted bugs on Wan Ling, Qingming had already exchanged his life for this short-term control. The soon-to-be Buddhist beads were hidden for two months, in exchange for his own life to control a god to obey him, and to leave scars on the man that no spell could cover. He probably earned it.

But human nature is inherently evil, let alone demons?

Qing Ming began to emit circles of powerful air from his body, but the vines wrapped around the man's ankles began to wither little by little, and Qing Ming's gray-blue hair gradually seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. The flowers turn gray.

Long Jun was forcibly blocked outside, he couldn't see the scene inside, and he couldn't hear what was being said inside. He was impatient for a moment, fearing that he might miss something, so he bit the tip of his tongue, and his eyes flashed with gold!

Qing Ming is going to blow himself up.

Immortal Wan Ling realized what Qing Ming wanted to do and had to forcefully break the restraint that covered him like a spider web in his body, wanting to directly change into his original body and leave this lunatic!

Who would have thought that just as soon as he had this idea, the restraint in his body was suddenly strengthened, and the restraint that was loosened just now is now unbreakable, but the color of Qing Ming's lips turned black as he leaned on his shoulder. In the small, self-contained space, he smiled, and he was no longer the crazy ghost in the man's cognition. His lips were lightly touching the man's neck, as if he had been overdrawn and had no strength, but those hands But tightly imprisoned all spirits.

When the man reached such an emergency, he was not as nervous as before. Maybe it was because in this small space, even the silence of time was reassuring.

He heard the young man behind him say softly:

"Immortal, why do you always leave?"

"So far from me..."

"Too cruel."

Wan Ling replied, "What are you talking about?"

The voice behind him didn't answer the man's question, it just got smaller and smaller, asking instead: "Immortal, do you still remember me?"

The man paused, and said: "I don't remember, who are you?" Wan Ling couldn't remember who he would have grudges with no matter what.

"Heh..." Qingming stopped talking, he evaporated the blood all over his body, and countless strands of hair frantically swept across the man's cheek, with a bang, at the same time Qingming blew himself up, the closed barrier was scratched. An opening was made, and someone grabbed the man's hand and pulled Wan Ling out.

Countless blood mist immediately filled the cave, and the entire mountain was blasted apart in the next second!

Wan Ling and Lord Long were shrouded in the open barrier, but they were still injured. During this period, Lord Long had been protecting Wan Ling. When he opened his eyes again, Wan Ling saw the blue sky and the blood mist gradually dissipating on the ground , scorched corpses scattered here and there, puddles of bloody flowers that exploded, and the remains of monsters that disappeared little by little and turned into black spots...

Long Jun glanced indifferently at the thing with a scorched head, and the immortal who was holding him was about to turn into a ray of light and go back to the Nine Heavens.

The Immortal Wan Ling pulled Long Jun's sleeve and said, "Spirit stones and magic tires..." He just remembered these little things. It wasn't Wan Ling's soft temper that was aroused after giving birth, it's just that everyone has their own destiny. .He thought, if those little things are alive, the only thing he can do is to send those little things away, send the spirit stones to the mortal temple, and send all the magic fetuses to the underground where the monsters are hiding now.If it is dead...then this is just life.

Nothing to do with him...

Long Jun paused, a little reluctantly, but he still held Wan Ling and walked to the place where the little things were originally, and moved some big rocks that fell on them with his mind, watching those who had just been born and turned into one The dead flesh was covered with blood and flesh, saying: "They are all dead."

Long Jun was afraid that men would have some undue affection for these devil fetuses, so he just glanced at them, walked to the other side, and said, "The spirit stone is still alive."

Wan Ling gave a faint 'hmm', not quite understanding what kind of mood he was in right now.

He leaned tiredly in Long Jun's arms, his long hair blocked most of his face with blue and black lines, and said, "Take the spirit stone with you, let's go back."

"Okay." Long Jun kissed the man's forehead affectionately, as if he couldn't see the difference between the man now and before, "Immortal, I miss you so much."

"understood……"

"Did the immortal miss me?" Long Jun smiled lightly just because he got an inaudible 'um'.

"By the way, Immortal." Long Jun stepped on the air, and his body became transparent with Wan Ling, "Who is that monster?"

With lowered eyes, Wan Ling inadvertently saw the lines on his hands and the traces of being tied up on his wrists, and his voice was cold: "I don't know..."

"You don't know either?"

"..." The end of the man's eyes slightly crossed Long Jun's shoulder, swept back, and quickly looked away, saying, "Well, I don't know."

The voices of the two became farther and farther away.

All that was left of the monster that had been forgotten in place was a scorched black head and a slightly rolling eyeball.

The eyeball looked at the place where the two disappeared, gradually losing its luster, frozen, as if seeing the past through those disappearing times...

in the old days...

There is a grass that has absorbed spiritual energy lying on the man's lap, looking up at his benefactor, the benefactor is very good-looking, with bright red brows, black as ink, rarely speaks, and he is the only one beside him alone, then the picture changes, the man's face After the gentle hand picked him up and put him aside, he left behind and never came back.

The little grass waited and waited, always thinking that the man would come back, but when the whole body was full of wormholes, and when the leaves withered and turned yellow, no one came back.

The eyeball was still like an emerald in the sun, but it was dim, and a line of tears was blown down by the wind, and it fell silently on the dark ground, and then the only remaining head of the monster was also crushed. Annihilated into black dots of light.

Since then, it does not exist in the six realms.

……

Not long after, a pair of boots embroidered with exquisite patterns stepped on this land. The owner of the boots had blood pupils that symbolized power. They turned a blind eye to other places, but quietly stood motionless in front of the corpses of the five wolves.

For a long time, he gently picked up the five little things, and laughed silently and piercingly...

126. Miserable future.

When the Immortal of All Souls came out of the purification pool, all the marks made by the burnt nematodes on her body disappeared, and even the stretch marks and torn backs caused by childbirth were back to normal.

His spiritual power has all come back, although only half of it is left, but after all, it is much stronger than nothing, if he forcefully breaks through the restriction on that monster, Wan Ling feels that he may lose another tail.

After all, he has not recovered after the last war.

The purification pool is full of lotus flowers, and there are fish in the pool, most of which are fed here by Xuannv. Xuannv is always gentle and does not know where to save some small spiritual fish and put them in the purification pool. Said it was destined.

Therefore, every celestial being who comes to the purification pool will enjoy the service of being surrounded by those spiritual goldfish.

It is said that those goldfish would eat the overflowing aura, but after Wan Ling entered, none of the goldfish came close to him. Although the man didn't care about this, it was still a bit strange.

Maybe...he has too much devilish energy on him.

Thinking of this, the Wanling Immortal thought of the magic fetus that had been in his stomach for less than three months in the purification pool.

He still didn't feel much, he didn't even take a closer look at what those little things looked like, he only heard those limp little things screaming all the time, until they turned into balls of dead flesh before they became quiet.

A life that shouldn't exist in the first place may die