I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Kang Xuanyi didn't look at the "filth" that Feng Yuanjiu was holding in his palm, but just stared at Feng Yuanjiu with lowered eyes. He asked dangerously, "Master?"

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyes and looked at Kang Xuan, with a faint smile at the end of his eyes: "This is my uncle."

Kang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Think again."

Feng Yuanjiu smiled even wider: "Uncle Master."

Kang Xuanyi's expression suddenly became indifferent, he wrapped his arms around Feng Yuanjiu's waist, and threatened coldly: "Feng Yuanjiu, you can think clearly."

He used to be afraid of such intimidation, but now such Kang Xuanyi is just a paper tiger in his eyes.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help laughing, laughing like ice and snow melting.

Not afraid of death, he held the fingertip lingering on his lips, bit it lightly, and called out with a smile: "Uncle Shi."

Kang Xuanyi's heart was "fired" by this blow, he pressed his fingertips heavily on Feng Yuanjiu's lips, and called him in a deep voice: "Feng Yuanjiu." It was full of prestige.

With a slight smile remaining between Feng Yuanjiu's brows and eyes, she called out again without fear of death: "Master, Uncle."

The forbidden world came suddenly.

Feng Yuanjiu was frozen at the moment when his vermilion lips parted slightly and he called "Master Uncle" softly.

Kang Xuan slid his fingertips across Feng Yuanjiu's neckline, and slowly untied the moon-white robe. A pair of jade-white powerful hands passed through the open placket and pinched Feng Yuanjiu's slender waist. Those two red lips.

The development of the situation was beyond Feng Yuanjiu's expectation.

The jaws collapsed, the lips and tongue were numb from being sucked, and the hands that fell on the body became more and more wanton.

Looking at Kang Xuanyi's eyes full of desire, Feng Yuanjiu's heart suddenly jumped - he played too much, took off the chains and pills for the beasts!

With a flick of his sleeve, Kang Xuan threw the staring-eyed little fox into the cave of ten thousand demons, and pushed Feng Yuanjiu down on the deck following his heart.

Desire overwhelmed reason, and magic overwhelmed Dao Xin.

His deep and indifferent eyes were dyed red, and mysterious and mysterious magic lines climbed up his glamorous face.

Kang Xuan's movements began to become rude and wanton.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, staring at Kang Xuanyi's magical eyes.

I can't move my hands and feet, and I can't speak with my lips and tongue.

Unable to use the sound of the piano to help him overwhelm the magic, let the situation develop, maybe this person who let the magic control his mind will really turn into a furnace by instinct.

Carelessly lost Jingzhou!

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the blue sky, and silently recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" to counteract the desire to be aroused by the devil Kang Xuanyi.

Kang Xuanyi seemed to think that it was not very interesting for Feng Yuanjiu to lie upright without any response.

For the time being, he let go of Feng Yuanjiu's lips and tongue, propped himself up slightly, looked down at Feng Yuanjiu who had become his fish, and began to perform tricks.

As soon as Feng Yuanjiu saw the momentum of the tactic, his heart skipped a beat, and he sent a sharp voice: "Kang Xuanyi!"

Kang Xuan paused with each hand, and the magic lines spread on his face, and stared down at Feng Yuanjiu, a hint of confusion slipped through his red eyes.

Feng Yuanjiu was overjoyed when he saw this, he treated the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and read the "Pure Heart Sutra" to Kang Xuanyi through sound transmission.

The voice of the Most Holy went straight into the sea of ​​consciousness, like a ray of sky, splitting the billowing black mist in Kang Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, illuminating the pure white primordial spirit suppressed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The pure white primordial spirit stretched and curled up, followed the "sky light", walked out of the black mist step by step, stood on the sea of ​​consciousness, looked at the turbulent thick fog indifferently, and raised his hand to grasp falsely.

The water dragon roared, and the turbulent fog was instantly caught into powder, revealing the black spirit hidden deep inside.

The pure white primordial spirit and the black primordial spirit looked at each other from a distance, and the magic robes around them automatically said without wind, "You have crossed the line."

The black primordial spirit was surrounded by devilish energy, with a wanton sneer on his lips, he said lazily, "I'm just helping you."

Pure Bai Yuanshen remained unmoved: "It's unnecessary."

The black primordial spirit snorted: "You're welcome."

The pure white primordial spirit remained silent.

Hei Yuanshen pushed forward: "What are you doing with a dead face? If it weren't for me to help you, you would be able to touch the tender skin of the little beauty so quickly?"

Pure Bai Yuanshen's face was frosty: "You almost turned him into a furnace."

The black primordial spirit spread out his palms, and a hundred or so little devils danced gracefully on the palms: "Turn him into a cauldron, and let you pick it up if he is obedient and obedient, what's so bad about it?"

The verbal communication was the same as before, and the pure white soul simply raised his hand to summon a water dragon, which seemed to be the real chapter under his hands.

The black primordial spirit was not surprised when he tossed the devil in his palm, and a hundred or so little devils instantly turned into life-size figures, dancing in an illusion: "Furthermore, if you hadn't thought about it, how could I be so dangerous?" Taking advantage of it?"

The pure white primordial spirit stopped talking, and the water dragon in his palm mercilessly smashed towards the group of black primordial spirits.

The battle between the two primordial spirits is Nikkei, and the pure white primordial spirit has always been slightly better.

Today, with the help of the "Pure Heart Sutra", the pure white primordial spirit is even more powerful, suppressing the black primordial spirit to the deepest corner of the sea of ​​consciousness in one fell swoop.

It's just that I can't do anything about him for the time being.

At the same time, Kang Xuanyi's magic lines that spread to the end of his eyes faded, and his blood-stained eyes regained clarity.

Returning rationally, the eyes are the beauty under the moon with half-faded skirt and blushing face, eyes closed and silently reciting Taoism scriptures.

Cold and aloof, tainted with lust, holiness and obscenity coexist in one body.

When Kang Xuan saw it, his heart moved, he lowered his head, and gently touched Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, before his desire broke through the shackles of reason, he helped Feng Yuanjiu close his clothes.

Kang Xuanyi picked up Feng Yuanjiu and removed the forbidden world: "I'm sorry."

The mighty devil suddenly apologized, Feng Yuanjiu looked up at the clear sky, and looked at Kang Xuanyi expressionlessly: "It didn't rain red, what kind of apology are you saying?"

Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu looked at each other for a moment, indeed they only saw the calm and indifference in those fox eyes that could charm the common people.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart.

Kang Xuanyi was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to explain: "I have a demon in my heart, and if I am not careful, I will come out to make trouble."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded.

When he saw the magic lines on Kang Xuanyi's face, he guessed that there were flaws in the kung fu practiced by Kang Xuanyi.

Hearing Kang Xuanyi's frank confession at this time, he didn't ask why Moxiu was still disturbed by the magic, but said: "My piano sound can calm the mind."

Kang Xuanyi didn't hide it either, and said calmly: "I first met in the ruined temple that day, because your piano music helped me to overcome the catastrophe of insanity."

Feng Yuanjiu tilted his focus expressionlessly: "It's my piano sound that you really like."

Kang Xuan denied it flatly: "I've always had my eyes on your man."

Feng Yuanjiu rolled his eyes, the meaning was very obvious - nonsense!

Kang Xuan didn't bother to argue, and dilute the charm and embarrassment of Fang Cai with a few words, and tacitly exposed the accident of Fang Cai's almost misfire with Feng Yuanjiu.

He raised his hand and grabbed the filthy thing in Feng Yuanjiu's palm: "Where did you get this thing?"

Feng Yuanjiu didn't hide anything either, after telling the truth about the origin of this filth, he asked: "This thing looks like a soul but not a soul, like a soul but not a soul, I really don't know what it is, please enlighten me."

Kang Xuanyi lost his temper by Feng Yuanjiu's "Master Uncle".

The little fox, who was imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Devils' Den by him before he let it out, kneaded the dirt with his fingertips and said unhurriedly: "The Nether Sect has a secret technique called enchanting."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows: "You mean this is a spirit medium possessed by demons?"

Kang Xuan shook his head, turned the filth in his palm into nothingness, and said: "Enchanting is one of the three secret arts created by Venerable Boxuan, the previous great elder of the Nether Sect. Venerable Boxuan is very good at puppets. Although the secret art of creation is called enchantment, it is actually a puppet art in essence, but it is more flexible and vicious than the puppet art."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned: "How to say?"

Kang Xuan clicked casually, pointed out three little demon heads, and kneaded them into a demon seed: "Ordinary puppetry usually uses the technique of planting demons to control others, and you need to plant demon seeds face to face. Enchanting However, there is no need for this technique, as long as a ray of spirit is attached to the spiritual object, it can take advantage of people's unpreparedness to attach itself to the cultivator who covets the spiritual object, thereby refining the cultivator into a puppet clone."

"The puppet clone obtained in this way is no different from a normal monk. It can be said that it is hard to guard against. Moreover, a ray of soul can refine at least three living puppets."

Feng Yuanjiu's heart skipped a beat, and he inexplicably remembered the avatar of the spirit that he encountered in the outer Liufeng cave.

Kang Xuan raised his hand, and touched the end of Feng Yuanjiu's eyes with his fingertips: "Muyang is not a living puppet, but an ordinary human puppet captured by a living puppet. The filth just now is a demon seed."

Feng Yuanjiu looked a little dignified: "That is to say, it is very possible that there is a great power in the Zixiao Sword Sect who was refined into a living puppet?"

"It can be said like this." Kang Xuanyi said casually, "Nowadays, the only one who can use this enchanting technique in the Nether Sect is the current Great Elder. This venerable will never target indiscriminately."

Not aimlessly, that is, not turning useless people into living puppets.

Feng Yuanjiu suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart: "The venerable can separate out several strands of soul at the same time to perform this enchanting secret technique?"

"I don't know now." Kang Xuan shook his head, "However, I heard from my master that at least 1000 years ago, I was able to separate at least three strands of souls to perform enchanting secrets."

"Could the ancient jade slip be used as a medium for enchanting?"

"It should be possible."

Feng Yuanjiu had even more ominous premonition in his heart: "Do you know who in the Nether Sect, or the Venerable Demon Sect, has a mole between their foreheads?"

Kang Xuan rubbed his chin, and looked at Feng Yuanjiu with great interest: "There is no magic sect, but the master Taiqing, your patriarch, has a little red mole on his forehead."

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