Ye Shangxian, eat well and drink well! [Mountains and rivers x food language]

The music stopped behind him, and Ye Baiyi, who was wearing a groom's suit, waved the dragon's back mechanically, and he was still full of high-load spiritual energy.

His mortal body was forced to bear this level of spiritual power, and his tendons would rupture almost in a second.

But he knew... Xiao Yi... had left him.

These spiritual powers were the last thing she left him.

It was the... final proof that she had existed in this world and stayed by his side.

He had no time to shed tears, nor did he have time to regret.

He can only obey her will and kill... all the nightmares, all of them.

Ye Baiyi fought tirelessly.

The top of the huge mountain was extremely empty, leaving only him and many dark and dirty creatures.

Kill...all of them.

……

On a nearby mountain peak, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing turned and left, unable to bear to look any further.

……

In the inn in Yueyang City, Zhang Chengling sat quietly at the table.

He didn't do anything, and there was an order from the head of Jinghu Villa on his desk.

……

Outside the same inn, Gu Xiang and Cao Weining were sitting on the lawn, chatting casually, Cao Weining's face was bright red.

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Inside the projection of Kongsang Restaurant, Zhang Yusen's family heard thunder and found that it was pouring rain outside the door.

They took back the corn hanging by the door.

……

Xie Jieliubo carried Zhao Jing on his back, and the two returned to the other garden.

Zhao Jing smiled weakly at him covered in cold sweat, and suddenly felt that he was not without everything.

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Gao Chong and many people appeared on the outskirts of Yueyang City. The sky was fine and the sun was clear. Everything just now was like a dream.

"Treat Ye Shangxian kindly..." Gao Chong looked in the direction of the mountain, and he felt that Xiao Yi's eyes had a sense of entrustment.

……

The time of this world is passing in an orderly manner, and it has escaped from the judgment and end of the world.

All the beauty in the ascendant is gradually developing and blooming.

And the girl who saved everything is in a coma, and she has left this world.

literal meaning.

On the Santu River, Peng Keng threw the fainted Yi Ya into the Vientiane Formation with a look of disgust on his face, and golden light rose up.

He bent down slightly, his bony hands protruded from the wide sleeves, and carefully hugged the girl in costume who was sleeping in the manjushahua bushes, as if holding an extremely precious artwork.

Young Master Kongsang was wearing a wedding dress, like a bright rose.

She has shed the last trace of spiritual power, and her whole body is as soft as if she has no bones.

Peng Keng let out a low laugh, usually it was hard to see her like this.

Peng Keng's attitude towards this little girl is rather complicated, between appreciation and admiration, but it doesn't seem to be very pure emotion.

After all, it is not the existence of a camp.

Some of Ye Baiyi's feelings are not wrong, this person can be regarded as one-half of a rival in love, but not entirely.

Peng Keng hugged Young Master Kongsang horizontally, and walked aimlessly in the Santu River.

Manjusawa bloomed to cover the sky and the sun, setting off the girl's delicate face and fiery red wedding dress, making people's hearts shake.

When Peng Keng recalled Ye Baiyi, he couldn't help feeling that that mortal had good vision and good luck... It's a pity that it stopped here.

Coming to a waterside pavilion, Peng Keng walked through the stream and sedges, and gently placed the young master on the stone bench.

After walking such a long distance in one breath, he was not in good health, he pressed his fist to his lips, and coughed softly.

But he was in a good mood, for his plan had almost succeeded.

Young Master Kongsang fell into his hands, and she lost all her spiritual power, leaving only a shell.

He put Yi Ya in that kind of place and let him wantonly create all kinds of damage, just to drain the spiritual power of Young Master Kongsang, and then force the world to send her out.

He was convinced from the very beginning that Yi Ya would always be just a crap stick, a thing that did more than bring good things down, no matter what he planned to do, it would only lead to the end of the world, and then Young Master Kongsang was forced to wipe his ass .

Peng Keng smiled weakly, his eyes softened.

Although she hated her father, she was indeed a good child who worked so hard and gave everything for the future of the world.

What a lovely child.

That person... has such a cute child.

...I really want to...kill her.

But... I also want to keep her.

He was really a contradictory person, Peng Keng coughed again, which interrupted his various ideas.

It's better to proceed according to the plan. Next... first find "Food Language" from the little girl, and then send him to Kongsang to negotiate terms with Yi Zhi.

Peng Keng sat down next to Xiao Yi. He was actually a very elegant person. He hadn't thought about how to search his body before. He stretched out one hand, hesitating, not knowing where to put it.

...If Young Master Kongsang, she would put this thing in her bosom.

Then...perhaps...the belt should be untied.

Peng Keng: "..." I suddenly felt so ashamed.

The periphery of Santuchuan is very quiet, and there are no other creatures watching.

Peng Keng adjusted his breathing and lowered his eyes slightly.

He stretched out a few fingers of his right hand, and poked towards the belt on the side of the wedding dress reservedly.

Suddenly, his throat tightened, and all the blood rushed to his head.

Xiaoyi didn't know when to open her eyes.

She pinched his neck extremely hard with both hands, with inhuman strength.

"I...cough...cough...cough..." Peng Keng's face turned pale, he could barely breathe, and Young Master Kongsang's arm strength was terrifying, "Let...let go, I saved you..."

Xiao Yi seemed unable to hear or understand his words, but mechanically tightened her hands.

In the next second, Xiao Yi's body exploded with terrifying spiritual pressure.

As if some kind of seal had been broken, this spirit pressure didn't look like what she should have.

Peng Keng looked at her in shock.

In my impression, Xiao Yi's mother should be a mortal.

Even if she has the blood of the God of Cookery, after exhausting all her spiritual power, it stands to reason that she should return to a mortal physique. Why...why did she suddenly explode!

Peng Keng didn't know, Yi Ya had also experienced this problem, and no one knew why.

It seems that there is a special and powerful concentrated spiritual power hidden in Young Master Kongsang's body. When her life is threatened or her mood fluctuates violently, sometimes it will be called automatically without the consent of her brain.

...Young Master Kongsang...maybe sleepwalking.

When Peng Keng realized this, his mind went blank.

How to do how to do……

"Kong Sang...Young Master..." Peng Keng's lips opened and closed, and he breathed out a few words with difficulty. The feeling of lack of oxygen made his heart and lungs exhausted and numb.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yi suddenly let go of her hand.

The little girl stared at him blankly, her eyes pure and soft.

A large amount of fresh air rushed into his lungs in an instant, and Peng Keng was paralyzed all over. He covered his mouth and coughed violently, and his whole body was haggard and bent over.

Xiao Yi looked at him with her head tilted, not knowing what she was thinking, or whether she was awake or asleep.

"Kong...Young Master Kongsang, I am Peng Keng...I will...take you back to Kongsang..." Peng Keng said intermittently, covering his chest with one hand.

He was originally weak, but after being destroyed by the young master's cruel hands, his cheeks on both sides gradually became sickly red.

Young Master Kongsang still maintained that blank expression, seemingly polite yet puzzled, staring at him with wide-open eyes.

Peng Keng coughed again, he was flustered by this man, and he didn't know what to say.

Just taking off his clothes belt has already used up all his sanity points today.

Young Master Kongsang patiently waited for him to finish coughing.

Under the big red sleeve, the small snow-white hand moved slightly, revealing a small section.

The little hand slowly stretched out towards him, and the little girl looked at him with concern and confusion.

"...!" Peng Keng looked at the hand holding his breath.

...what does she want to do.

"Boom!!!!" Young Master Kongsang punched him in the chest.

The air waves and spiritual power rushed, and her sleeves and clothes were flying upside down. She was still expressionless, as if she was still sleepwalking.

"——Pfft!!!!!!" Peng Keng spurted blood wildly, and took a few steps back in disbelief.

I felt a crack in my chest, and something broke.

...Looks like... a few ribs.

……

Severe pain invades the brain.

Peng Keng had difficulty breathing and felt that he was dying.

It's terrible, the young master Kongsang is so dishonest in sleeping.

Pat, Pat, Young Master Kongsang slowly walked towards him with that confused and innocent expression.

Frowning while walking, showing a slightly troubled look, she turned up the big red sleeve with one hand, revealing a section of lotus root arm that was as white as snow.

Xiaoyi: Cats sleepwalk.

Peng Keng had already fallen to the ground, coughing up blood continuously, the young master looked glamorous, but was actually terrifying.

... He felt that if he didn't do something, he might really die here.

Peng Keng was so painful that he almost passed out. Holding on to the last bit of reason, he quickly drew a multi-dimensional array, injecting a lot of spiritual power in an instant.

Food language is optional, Young Master Kongsang is optional, but life is not.

He has lived for thousands of years, but he still hasn't lived enough.

……

Peng Keng disappeared in the golden light.

Young Master Kongsang looked at the light in confusion, reached out to touch it, and found that it had disappeared.

She staggered forward a few steps, feeling that she was full of terrifying spiritual power, as if she had endless strength.

It seems to be dreaming, and it seems to be awake.

With one punch, she demolished the gazebo, and then walked casually forward along the sea of ​​manjusawa.

At a certain moment, she suddenly loses strength.

It was as if the soul had been taken away and turned into a piece of paper.

Like a broken kite, it landed on the water.

He landed on his back and fell into a coma.

The water gurgles forward, gently supporting her body, moving towards the depths of the River of Forgetfulness.

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On the top of the Yueyang School's back mountain, the thick thundercloud gradually dispersed.

Ye Baiyi killed the last Nightmare Eater, and the dragon's back "slammed" on the ground. He bent down a little dizzily, his chest heaving violently.

Xiao Yi still has too much spiritual power left, he has almost exhausted all the strength in his body, but he still hasn't exhausted it.

He couldn't control the spiritual power output by each blow, because he didn't really control this thing at all.

The spiritual power just forcibly stretched the tendons of his limbs, seeped out from some cracks unreasonably, and continuously added to his attacks.

Whether he attacks or does not attack, moves or does not move, his spiritual power will slowly dissipate at a fixed speed.

Just like a pot full of cracks, half suspended in the air, the flour filled in it will flow out from the cracks at the bottom bit by bit, and the flow will not stop if you move the pot, or if you don’t move it.

His body was already numb from the pain, but Xiaoyi's spiritual power was domineering yet gentle, destroying his tendons while reshaping them.

Those places that have been reshaped have a texture that he is not familiar with.

No mortal has ever directly endured this level of spiritual pressure with an unwashed body, and Ye Baiyi may be the first case.

Relying on his extremely strong obsession and love, extremely strong willpower and endurance, relying on the accumulation of Liuhe Kungfu, his terrifying mortal martial arts attainments, and his fighting qualities, he has fought continuously with hundreds of nightmares For several hours, let Xiaoyi's spiritual power destroy all his veins inch by inch, and then continue to increase inch by inch.

It was like running the sewer down a moldy pool and flushing, flushing, and flushing.

That big dose, constant in and out.

Clean out all the things with grains and turbidity inside.

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Ye Baiyi has already started cultivating immortals, his lifespan has been suspended, and the three-year countdown has ended, but he doesn't know it.

Xiaoyi didn't know about this either.

No one can know.

Who would have thought that a mortal would actually complete the marrow cleansing in the world of martial arts.

And it's still a bloodbath.

It's simply a fantasy.

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Ye Baiyi's physical training period was actually completed during the period of practicing Liuhe Kung Fu, and he himself has no idea about this.

After all, Liuhe Gongfa is a mortal secret book. Although he knows how to hold Pu Shouyuan, the method is not right. Ordinary people cannot communicate with innate spiritual power to complete a process of exchanging between heaven and man and metabolism. It freezes a person's life layer by layer, and firmly seals the true essence, like a refrigerator, minimizing the consumption of the true essence in the yang world.

Turn on the energy saving and emission reduction mode.

Although the fragments of Liuhe Gongfa are incomplete, its core idea miraculously fits the characteristics of Ye Baiyi, that is, self-blocking, eternal stubbornness, eternal unchangeable, deep and lasting obsession, so he relies on His own comprehension naturally complemented it. After all, he himself was eager to put a shackle on himself.Rong Changqing can't understand this kind of thing, because he is not this kind of person.

After Ye Baiyi ate warm food, it was like a needle pricking a balloon, completely wasting all previous efforts.

But the carrying capacity of his physical body is still there, but the iron wall has holes.

In fact, the pores pierced by these warm foods are also very important. It should be said that these pores saved his life, allowing him to survive this shocking battle and the unguided marrow washing process.

They provided Xiaoyi with a sewer grate of appropriate bandwidth for his majestic and shocking spiritual power, allowing him to expel high-risk doses from his body in time.

Then, while rowing, reshape the capacity of the pubic region, while injecting water and constructing, gradually able to accommodate more.

If it wasn't for those pores, he simply wouldn't be able to complete the remaining steps alive.

It will directly explode into a bloody mess.

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Changming Mountain Sword Immortal Ye Baiyi, a monk in the marrow washing stage, knew nothing about these things.

In his cognition, he still only has a lifespan of two to three years, and will slowly age.

And the most desperate thing is that he can't enjoy this last time with his beloved one.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, suddenly cultivating immortals and upgrading to infinite flow, the strange power and chaos are in an instant.

Ye Baiyi washed his marrow before the battle, the first case in ancient times.

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Because marrow washing is a very low-end level in the infinite stream of cultivating immortals, people with spiritual roots can easily achieve it through pills and exercises, even miscellaneous spiritual roots can do it, just like the level of elementary school students in the education field, so generally no one can do it. What are you talking about washing the marrow before the battle, because it is very embarrassing... Generally, building the foundation before the battle will sound better.

But this is the world of martial arts after all, and Ye Baiyi has no one to guide him, so it is really dangerous.

He is very strong, as expected of him!

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Then congratulations to Ye Shangxian for officially embarking on the journey of cultivating immortals.

...Although it is a pity that he has no idea about it after all.

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In fact, I am quite a cook for Peng Keng, I love sick and weak beauties.

But that doesn't contradict me wanting to punch him.