After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Xia Muqi was a little discouraged by Yan Xiuyu's cold tone.

She has used a lot of tricks during this time, why is this Yan Xiuyu like a lump of wood.

No reaction at all?Is it possible that she is not a womanizer in the slightest as others say?

She couldn't make Yan Xiuyu angry, so she could only retreat obediently.

But walking on the road, she thought about it.

no!This magical forest secret realm will end soon, and Yan Xiuyu will be leaving when the time comes, she must seize the opportunity to make Yan Xiuyu bow down under her pomegranate skirt, even if Yan Xiuyu accepts her as a stove, it would be great.

Thinking about those resources for cultivating immortals, and Yan Xiuyu's great power in the transformation stage, she will not be at a loss!

Yan Xiuyu in the room shook his head, his eyes were cold.

Did this female cultivator of the Tianyan Sect spend all her time on dressing up, didn't have time to practice, and didn't make much progress in her cultivation?

Sure enough, his apprentice was more industrious and hardworking.

Thinking of the day after tomorrow, the secret realm will be opened, I wonder if Murong Mo's cultivation has improved a bit?

Ever since Murong Mo regained the power of Xuanwu, he has already left the monks of the same age far behind, but those people thought that they had found a panacea for him and piled up.

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On this side, Murong Mo was facing the temple in front of him, his eyes were looking at the Yin-Yang formation in the hall, and he frowned slightly.

He stretched out his hand, cut the palm of his hand with a dagger, and the bright red blood flowed into the formation, and the sound of countless rotating gears sounded, revealing the ancient formation.

Suddenly, there was an ancient battlefield thousands of years ago, and the beast clan took the lead in rushing forward, blood staining the entire ground.

That battle caused the ancient mythical beasts to gradually decline, and many people in the world of cultivating immortals covet them. Even a mere dragon beard is an excellent material for making magic weapons, and most importantly, the newborns of the mythical beasts are becoming less and less.

The Baihu clan was extinct first, followed by Qingxuan, and by the time of the Xuanwu clan, only Murong Mo was left as a descendant.

Between heaven and earth, monks from the Xuanwu clan chased and killed them all over the sky, and the tribe disguised the only newborn as a human being and sent it down to the mortal world.

When he was born, it was snowing heavily and the refugees lost their homes. It was considered an ominous omen. Later, the human woman who gave birth to him died in an avalanche. He was abandoned in the wilderness and picked up by a beggar.

Murong Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. Thousands of years ago, the spiritual power in the world of cultivating immortals became thin, unable to accommodate the survival of divine beasts, and the reduction in newborns was a devastating blow.

The gods and beasts fall in love all their lives, and they will only find one partner.

Once the partner dies, the divine beast will not live alone. In this way, the evolution of history has brought the divine beast family to the brink of extinction.

After reading the history of the demise of the Xuanwu clan in the illusion, and after the last Xuanwu died.

A golden skeleton appeared in front of him, it was the spine of the Xuanwu patriarch, with light blue patterns.

Murong Mo stretched out his hand to take it, stuffed it into the storage ring, then looked at the jewels left in the temple, and quickly ransacked them all.

It's not like Qiao Yanzi's people who are so troublesome to break the formation. As a descendant of the Xuanwu tribe, his blood guides him to this place. Looking at the scriptures and classics left by his ancestors, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment he waved his hand, all of them entered pocket.

At this time, Qiao Yanzi was still solving these formations and mechanisms, but there was a huge shaking in the temple, and the wall above her head was broken. Is this about to collapse? !

Her eyes widened, what's going on?

Has the remains of the divine beast been taken away?

She couldn't believe it, how could the thief bypass them and come directly to the temple, obviously on the way they came, they found that these organs hadn't been used?

"Miss, we have to retreat! The road ahead has been blocked by boulders, and a group of monsters are attacking not far away, and this temple is about to collapse!" Qiaoyan had several wounds on her body, but she still respectfully He said to Qiao Yanzi.

Qiao Yanzi frowned, looking at the scarred crowd, she could only grit her teeth, and punched a wall unwillingly, "Leave first!"

Going in now would be death. She is not stupid, the thief must have also got the news of the remains of the divine beast, otherwise how could she accurately avoid them several Jindan stage monks.

The wall was collapsing, and when several people rushed out, they were almost trapped in the hole.

When they came out, they found that the secret realm outside had also changed drastically. There were many black holes and wind blades in the sky, and there were storms, lightning and thunderbolts.

"Ah!" Qiaoyan screamed, her back was burned.

There was corrosive rain from the sky, and Qiao Yanzi immediately sacrificed the magic weapon, and the group avoided further damage.

"How did it become like this?" Qiao Yanzi's pupils dilated, obviously, there had never been such a terrible disaster in the secret realm of the magic forest for hundreds of years, and almost all the Lingbao were destroyed in this heavy rain!

This magic forest secret realm is considered useless!

At this moment, a hole seemed to be torn open in the sky, and a white cold light appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Not only them, but other monks scattered around the secret realm also saw the white light. The Tianyan sect sent them bad news from their jade slips. There was a change in the magic forest secret realm, and they had to leave immediately.

This magic forest secret realm was opened ahead of schedule!

Qiao Yanzi's eyes fell sharply on the collapsed temple not far away. She wanted to wait to see if the thief was still inside, but her eyes shifted to her own troops, and the magic weapon above her head was mottled. , crumbling.

She looked back at the opening in the sky, and countless monks had already flown away along it, no matter how unwilling she was, she would not act arrogantly, "Qiaoyan, you take the other injured people, go up first, I, break, and then. "

"Miss, this..."

"I tell you to hurry up, don't waste time." Her magic weapon won't last long.

When Qiaoyan heard her words, she endured the pain of her wound and brought her up.

During this trip to the secret realm, they also lost many monks, and now they must heal the remaining servants as soon as possible.

Qiao Yanzi gritted her teeth after everyone left. Seeing that there was still no one coming out of the temple, she gave up hope and left towards the secret place with a torn opening.

She didn't notice that the moment she left, Murong Mo who was hiding behind the rock spat out a mouthful of blood.

The heavy rain corroded his back with bloodstains. If he hadn't paid attention to covering up his breath, Qiao Yanzi and his party would definitely find him.

Murong Mo was the last monk to leave. He dragged his body that seemed to be soaked in blood, and fell outside the Tianyan Sect's square. Fortunately, he was not the only one who was seriously injured, and Qiao Yanzi did not pay attention.

He looked up, his black eyes were slightly sunken, and he sat on the ground directly to replenish the damage in his body.

This time, the environment in the secret realm of the magic forest was worse than before, and some monks died in it, even Xiao Cunhong's face was pale.

Even though Murong Mo had taken a few pills, the heavy rain was too corrosive. He was bleeding profusely and his spiritual power was overdrawn, and he passed out directly. Just before he fell into a coma, he smelled a wisp of fragrance in a trance. It is reassuring and breathable.

"Master..."

Yan Xiuyu disguised herself as an ordinary monk and took away the apprentices in the square. Seeing Murong Mo's weak appearance, her heart ached slightly.

"The teacher is here." He whispered softly, and hugged Murong Mo.

Then he immediately brought Murong Mo back to the residence, his hand rested on Murong Mo's pulse, and he frowned.

This is a disorder of spiritual power, he immediately used his spiritual sense to straighten out the spiritual power in Murong Mo's body, looking at that quiet and stern face, he couldn't help being fascinated.

Murong Mo hasn't rested these days, okay?

His hand touched the man's face, and different emotions poured out of his eyes.

Actually... the villain looks pretty good, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, even in a coma, he has a different kind of sharp edge.

Suddenly, Yan Xiuyu's cheeks felt hot, and she turned her head, intending to refine some pills for her apprentice, but unexpectedly her sleeves were tightly grasped.

"Master..." Murong Mo murmured in a coma.

Yan Xiuyu was at a loss, he sat back on the bed and tilted his head uncomfortably.

"I'm here." He said quietly.

Unexpectedly, Murong Mo directly dragged him into the bed, turned over and pressed him under him.

Yan Xiuyu was caught off guard and met Murong Mo's opened eyes.

Dark and swarthy, just looking straight into his eyes, like an abyss sucking him in.

Yan Xiuyu was stunned, and he turned his head away.

The white robe was pulled down in the chaos, revealing the delicate collarbone, and the black hair poured down like a waterfall.

He stretched out his hand to push Murong Mo, and slightly bit his rosy lower lip.

"Get up and let me take a closer look at the injury for you."

From top to bottom, Murong Mo took a careful look at his little master whom he had missed for a long time, and for a moment he couldn't turn his mind, "It's better not to trouble Master."

Yan Xiuyu was helpless, "Don't be like this, cultivate your body well, okay?"

Murong Mo had no choice but to let go of his hand, but that tall and lean body still had a strong sense of oppression and presence.

He put his arms around Yan Xiuyu's waist, his black hair and black hair intertwined, he wrapped the slender little master in his arms, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Master has worked hard for a long time, you should rest with me." His eyes darkened.

Yan Xiuyu took care of his wounds, and did not make any big moves to push Murong Mo away, but the face that was close at hand, was slightly ambiguous in the intertwined breathing, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

"You..." Just as he opened his mouth, he felt Murong Mo's abnormality. Why is his body so hot?

Murong Mo didn't know either, he just touched the remains when he was in the temple, but it aroused the boiling of the Xuanwu blood, and the acid rain before made his Xuanwu breath flow out.

"Master, I want you."

Yan Xiuyu stared slightly, "!!"

No, isn't this the plot of Qiao Yanzi in the book?

Murong Mo was panting rapidly, his stern and handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Yan Xiuyu, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his muscles were smooth and beautiful, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura.

Xuanwu's absolute bloodline suppression, even the juvenile Xuanwu beast has the aura of destroying the world.

Although Yan Xiuyu is a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods, he can't help being affected. Fortunately, this aura is gentle and harmless to him.

It may also be that Murong Mo subconsciously does not want to hurt him...

In the plot, Murong Mo controlled himself later and did not do anything to Qiao Yanzi, but Murong Mo also suffered a serious backlash because of this, and Yan Xiuyu didn't know what to do now.