Can Shizun attack once?

"You can really sleep." Ying Wuchou sighed faintly at the little prickly dragon sleeping on her lap.

He raised his head, and snowflakes were falling in the air, it was already winter.

This little prickly dragon has depended on him for more than three years.

At first Ying Wuchou tried to drive away the little dragonfly, but every time after being thrown away, the little dragon would crawl back and lie on the mountain wall to watch him secretly.

Ying Wuchou thought, after the dragon slowly absorbs the power of Ying Long Neidan and rationality regains control of his brain, he will understand how dangerous he is and how far he should run.

But this little prickly dragon is really a fool!

In the past three years, every time I met him, he was stupid, and there was never a normal time.

This made Ying Wuchou want to reason with him, but she didn't know where to start.

He threw the little dragonfly to the back mountain, and he could always feel the power of the dragon behind the mountain. Presumably this little dragon knew how to cultivate. Judging from the progress of his cultivation, he should also be a talented dragon.

I don't know if he is really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

Ying Wushou put her hand casually by her side, and when she touched a round stone, she couldn't help but sigh.

Every time Xiao Tengjiao came to look for him, he would not only crawl around on him, but also bring something with him.

In the beginning, it was flowers, flowers, bouquets, garlands, so many that Ying Wushou suspected that he had plucked Jianzhongshan bald.

Summer is short, and autumn is coming soon, and there are gradually no flowers on the mountain.

Feeling the coolness of the autumn wind, Ying Wushou chuckled, he wanted to see what Xiao Tengjiao was going to bring over this time.

However, when the first leaf turns yellow, Xiaodengjiao no longer sends flowers, but leaves instead. Ying Wuchou guesses the color based on the shape and season, yellow and red, the color is also beautiful.

In winter, he couldn't find any flowers, plants or trees, so he began to choose beautiful pebbles and send them in his mouth. Anyway, he always sent something every time he came, and it must be something that looked very beautiful.

When Ying Wuchou was about to be filled with a pile of rubbish, Xiao Tengjiao began to feel sleepy.

Winter is here, and cold-blooded animals can't stand the cold, so they want to hibernate.

The place Xiao Tengjiao chooses to hibernate is Ying Wuchou's legs. After all, he has to choose a warm place.

Ying Wuchou was worried for a long time, he couldn't control his urge to refine creatures, so he threw Xiao Tengjiao away many times.

But the little dragonfly climbed back persistently every time, and once fell asleep while clutching the mountain wall, the whole dragon fell, and it was Ying Wuchou who caught the dragon.

Seeing his persistence, Ying Wuchou didn't bother to drive him away.

When he can't control his impulse, he should throw Xiao Tengjiao away first, this bit of willpower should be worry-free.

In this way, Xiao Tengjiao slept on Ying Wuchou for the whole winter.

When the first ray of spring breeze blew up the mountain, Xiao Tengjiao's eyelids moved, but he didn't wake up, but lay down comfortably like this.

He waited until the first flower was blown by the wind and landed on Xiao Tengjiao's body, and he finally opened his eyes.

Ying Wushou said coldly: "You've finally woken up, hurry up and get in the way."

Xiao Tengjiao is a fool, naturally he will not leave due to Wushou's indifference, he seems to realize that he has practiced on Ying Wushou for a whole winter, he is a little shy and has a red belly.

But he soon stopped being shy, and ran to Ying Wuchou's shoulder, rubbing his head against his neck vigorously.

Rubbing and rubbing, a scale fell off naturally, and a small horn grew on the top of the little dragonfly's head.

"Yo Yo Yo~~~" Xiao Tengjiao was very happy when he found out that he had grown horns, and he yelled up to the sky for a long time.

His voice was long and ethereal, and Ying Wuchou realized that he didn't dislike the cry of the little dragonfly.

After the horn grew, the little dragonfly began to gnaw things around. His teeth were very sharp, and he gnawed a hole in the mountain wall behind Ying Wuchou.

Ying Wuchou realized that Xiao Tengjiao was hungry.

When they met, Xiao Tengjiao had just taken Yinglong Neidan not long ago, and his body was full of energy, so he wouldn't be hungry for a while.

At this time, the horns of the little dragonfly grows, which symbolizes that he has begun to enter adulthood and needs a lot of pure and abundant spiritual energy.

Ying Wuchou remembered that young Tengjiao loved Xuanyu bamboo shoots very much, and this bamboo shoots could replenish the spiritual energy that they lacked in their bodies.

And on this sword mound, there will be no spiritual creatures growing. Flowers, plants, trees, fish, insects, birds and beasts, with a little spirituality, will be used to sacrifice the sword.

It is impossible for the small dragonfly to find food.

Seeing him gnawing on stones from hunger, his throat was worn out, and his voice of "Yo Yo" became hoarse, Ying Wuchou was annoying to hear.

He, who had been chained all this time, stood up for the first time.

Ying Wushou put her hand into her wide sleeve and took out a bamboo from the Qiankun in her sleeve.

Before he entered the Sword Tomb, he had refined countless creatures, among them was Xuanyuzhu.

On this bamboo, bamboo rice grows, and the bamboo rice is the seed of Xuan Yuzhu.

"I want this bamboo to grow bamboo shoots as soon as possible." Ying Wuchou said.

After hearing his words, a wooden spirit bamboo sword showed up and took away the bamboo.

Not long after, the back mountain where Xiao Tengjiao practiced was covered with bamboo shoots of Xuanyu.

Because of hunger, Xiao Tengjiao started to run to the back of the mountain, and every time he ate his belly plump before coming back to meet Ying Wuchou.

It seems that because of sleeping all winter, Xiao Tengjiao feels that he has a closer relationship with Ying Wuchou, and when he pokes his head out from the mountain wall, he will make a happy "Yo" to remind Ying Wuchou that he is coming again La.

Ying Wuchou was too lazy to drive him away.

By Ying Wuchou's side, Xiao Tengjiao is happy no matter what he does.He would treat Ying Wuchou's body like a mountain and climb up and down, and after being reprimanded, he would run to the side and lie on the ground, and would start playing with his tail after a while.

It hurts when he bites his tail, so he puts down his tail and runs to play with the pebbles he gave Ying Wuchou.

Xiaodengjiao either uses its tail to move the pebbles, or arches its head, or rolls up the pebbles with its body, turning into a ball and turning around Ying Wushou.

The flowers, grasses, and leaves he gave to Ying Wushou, in order to prevent these things from rotting, Ying Wushou would refine them as part of the senses of hearing, touch, smell, and body.

In winter, after Xiao Tengjiao began to send stones, Ying Wuchou also refined them at first, but later he remembered that these stones would not easily corrode, so why did he refine them.

Therefore, most of the pebbles thrown around Ying Wushou were unrefined, ordinary pebbles.

At first, Xiao Tengjiao just grabbed cobblestones to play with, but gradually he seemed to be able to tell which ones had been refined by Ying Wushou and which ones hadn't.

He prefers the one that has been refined by Ying Wushou, which is equivalent to a part of Ying Wushou's body, and has Ying Wushou's aura.

Ever since Xiao Tengjiao started refining cobblestones, Ying Wuchou felt a little uncomfortable.

The pebbles that connect the sense of hearing and smell are fine, but once you touch the one that connects the senses of touch and body, Ying Wuchou will feel that she is entangled with the little dragonfly.

One day, when the little dragonfly was teasing a tactile pebble with its tail, Ying Wushou suddenly let out a muffled snort, with a forbearing expression on his face.

He immediately grabbed it casually and picked up the little dragonfly.

Xiao Tengjiao felt that Ying Wuchou's state at this moment was different from the past. Although Ying Wuchou's tone was fierce before, the atmosphere around her was very soft. Although Xiao Tengjiao was a little silly, she was most spiritual and could feel this soft.

At this moment, Ying Wushou was a little dangerous. He had a sullen face, as if he was suppressing something.

Xiao Tengjiao didn't dare to hold his hand, retracted her paws, hugged her tail in her arms, and looked at Ying Wuchou with her big eyes.

Ying Wuchou took a deep breath and said seriously: "Don't play with the pebbles that have my breath."

Xiao Tengjiao nodded again and again.

Ying Wuchou let him go, and said sternly: "Go to practice quickly, absorb Yinglong Neidan as soon as possible, and don't bother me all the time."

Ying Wushou threw away Xiao Tengjiao, and set up formations around.

Xiao Tengjiao's strength is less than the distraction period, so he cannot enter the formation.

In the spring, summer, and autumn of that year, without the company of the little dragonfly, Ying Wuchou had to endure the baptism of Wanjian piercing the heart every seven days, making up for the punishment that had been stopped due to the hibernation of the little dragonfly.

Yes, this kind of torture, for Ying Wushou, was a punishment as well as a treatment.

After the death of his master, Ying Wuchou traveled in the world of cultivation, and gradually, he found that his cultivation method was very strong.

It is so strong that it is difficult for ordinary practitioners to resist.

At that time, he was just a fledgling cultivator after all, he didn't know the common sense of the cultivation world, and he didn't have a reliable master to teach him.

His master himself practiced mental techniques until his body exploded to death, so how could common sense teach him that he should have no worries.

At that time, Ying Wuchou was young and frivolous, arrogant, and felt that he was arrogant in the cultivation world. He often clashed with other practitioners and got into fights, hitting them all over the place.

He was young and powerful, and people in the cultivation world were worried that there was some superior person behind Ying Wuchou, so they didn't dare to act rashly. Even if the disciples were beaten by Ying Wuchou, no one would fight back.

This made Ying Wuchou even more arrogant, and would fight if he disagreed with practitioners of the same realm, and offended more and more sects.

When people in the cultivation world finally confirmed that Ying Wuchou was just a lucky person who had received an ancient inheritance, and there was no expert or sect behind him to protect him, the elders of the beaten disciple finally took action.

Ying Wuchou, who was in the Jindan period, was no match for the master who was at the peak of Yuanying, and he couldn't even escape.

The longer the sect of self-cultivation is, the more vulnerable it is. That person not only broke Ying Wushou's legs, but also broke Ying Wushou's meridian, pulled his Dao bone, and destroyed his dantian purple mansion. He was no longer able to cultivate, even inferior to ordinary people, so he was seriously injured for several years, and died in pain.

This Nascent Soul stage master destroyed Ying Wuchou's dantian first, and he thought that Ying Wuchou was powerless to resist, so he stepped forward and prepared to break Ying Wuchou's leg with his own hands.

But they didn't expect that Ying Wushou's cultivation method was different from what they were familiar with.

Ying Wuchou, who was in extreme pain, grabbed the man's arm, and the surrounding flowers and trees seemed to have life, and began to crazily absorb the man's skill.

The Nascent Soul cultivator immediately sensed that something was wrong and turned around to run away.

He didn't forget to bring his disciple who had a dispute with Ying Wuchou.

Unexpectedly, on the way to leave, his disciple seemed to have lost his mind, and pierced his dantian with a single stroke of his natal magic weapon.

At this time, the Nascent Soul cultivator discovered that his disciple had lost his vitality at some point and became Ying Wushou's brother.

As early as when her dantian was destroyed, Ying Wuchou stopped restraining herself and refined the disciple with lower skill.

He refined that disciple into his own hand, severely injured the Nascent Soul cultivator with his own hands, and refined him.

After that, Ying Wuchou discovered that cultivation was so simple, he just refined a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, and he himself was promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage.

And the feeling of refining the soul is incomparably wonderful, the soul is satisfied like never before, Ying Wuchou is fascinated by this taste.

At the beginning, he only refined people who wanted to put him to death. Later, whenever there was a dispute, he would refine it. Later, he began to actively absorb the skills of other living beings.

At this time, he was already a Mahayana practitioner.

This feeling is really good, Ying Wuchou can no longer get happiness from other things, he just wants to keep refining creatures, if he doesn't refine a creature every day, he will feel unwell all over his body, and when it is serious, he will vomit blood and go crazy.

In order not to hurt people too much, when there are no enemies, he only refines creatures with low spirituality such as snakes, insects, mice, ants, flowers, trees and trees every day to stabilize the state.

Later, he gradually began to capture animals with intelligence. Later, ordinary animals could not satisfy him, and only intelligent creatures could do it.

One day, Ying Wuchou refined a weasel demon that was making trouble in the small town. When he was cultivating in the inn, he heard a few practitioners from the sect who had accepted the task of eliminating demons chatting.

They were talking about the Cultivation World Conference, saying that cultivators from evil or righteous paths would participate, and they would deal with an evil spirit called Soul Refining Demon Lord.

Ying Wuchou thought she was a cultivator with a sense of justice, so she also pretended to be an ordinary cultivator and participated in the conference.

At the meeting, Elder Zhengdao showed the appearance of the Soul Refining Demon Lord. Ying Wuchou, who was in the audience, saw the face of the Soul Refining Demon Lord, and was so shocked that he forgot to hide his identity for a moment.

The Soul Refining Demon Lord is obviously himself.

Someone recognized him, and the scene was very chaotic for a while, Ying Wuchou was surrounded by the crowd, and he did not know how many attacks he withstood.

Two fists were no match for four hands, and the cultivators set up a large formation to deal with him. Gradually, Ying Wuchou began to run out of mana, and he needed to replenish mana.

Without even thinking about it, he casually grabbed a cultivator closest to him.

It was a sword cultivator at the golden core stage, and this kind of siege would not allow cultivators below the distraction stage to play.But because Ying Wushou broke into the venue, the cultivators with low skills in the venue had not had time to escape.

Jindanqi sword cultivator is quite young, and there is a trace of bravery in his expression, he shouted to Ying Wushou: "Evil devil, I would rather die than be refined by you."

After all, he reversed his true energy, and his body was about to explode under the hands of Ying Wuchou.

Ying Wushou sealed his acupuncture points with her backhand and threw him into the crowd.

Regardless of the danger, the two sword cultivators rushed into the formation to rescue the person. Ying Wuchou looked at the faces shouting for beating and killing, with a dazed expression.

The person they want to kill is me?The so-called demon, is it me?Ying Wuchou thought in a daze.

He remembered his action of grabbing Jindanqi Sword Cultivator just now, and couldn't help doubting himself, the person who disregarded human life was also me?

Until this time, Ying Wushou reflected on his past and what he had done in the past, only to realize that he was walking into the abyss step by step, from which he could not extricate himself.

At that moment, Ying Wuchou gave up her resistance and was crushed by the power of the formation.

It's a pity that he is too strong. His seven senses are connected to all things. When he was about to die, all the items he had refined were turned into true energy, which blocked the fatal attack for him.

Only then did people in the cultivation world realize that Ying Wuchou could not die.

His seven senses are connected to the earth, lakes, oceans, clouds, and mountains... When he dies, the mountains will collapse, the seas will boil, the earth will crack, and countless creatures will be killed and injured in Kyushu, and the land under his feet will become a purgatory on earth.

So the cultivators stopped attacking in embarrassment, not knowing how to deal with this soul refiner.

Unexpectedly, Ying Wushou said: "I will give up the connection to everything, but I can't do it by myself."

He needs to let go of all the things he once connected. These are all his seven senses. Every time he lets go of one, it is equivalent to cutting off a piece of his body. A normal cultivator can't do this to himself.

"We can seal you and use formations to destroy your feelings little by little," said the orthodox practitioner.

"Yes." Ying Wuchou agreed, and he pointed out, "But I want to be imprisoned in their sect."

What he was referring to was the Qingtian Sword Sect.

In the formation just now, the two elders of the Qingtian Sword Sect saved the Jindanqi swordsman regardless of their lives. The Jindanqi swordsman would rather go retrograde and die with his true energy exploding than be refined by Ying Wushou.

The performance of these three people made Ying Wuchou feel that being locked up in this sect is not bad.

Because of Ying Wushou's nomination, the Qingtian Sword Sect had no choice but to bring him back to the sect, and the elder Wufeng who was about to ascend to the top took action to open the sword mound, mobilize the sword array, and lock Ying Wushou in the sword mound.

Every month, Ying Wuchou suffers from the pain of "Thousand Swords Piercing His Heart". After each attack, one of his connections with all things will be severed.

He no longer remembers how many items he connected, and he doesn't know how long such a crime will last.

But no matter how long it takes, he will bear it.

This is the mistake he made, he must pay the price, and restore peace and tranquility to the land of Kyushu.

Fortunately, he is not very uncomfortable.

Wan Jian piercing the heart's pain, how can it compare to the pain of going crazy to refine a living being.

It was a kind of torture that originated from the soul. If he didn't do this, his soul would be like being eaten by countless ants.

There is no joy in Ying Wushou's life, only pain.

He was looking forward to cutting off all ties with this world as soon as possible, so that he could stop this endless torture when he was alone.

Ying Wuchou does not regret the decision he made, it is his sin and must be washed clean with blood.

It's just that he didn't expect such a small dragon to appear beside him at this time.

This is a small dragon that is full of aura, colorful soul, and extremely silly.

The first time she saw him, Ying Wuchou wanted to refine the soul of this little dragonfly to fill his pain and emptiness.

Fortunately, the pain from the sword wound made Ying Wuchou sober, and he kept driving away this little scorpion, which was like a delicacy to him, and kept the scorpion away from him, lest he break the precept.

But this little dragonfly is stupid, no matter how many times you drive him away, he will come back with his tail in his arms and sleep on his lap!

In the spring, summer, and autumn of that year, Xiao Tengjiao didn't come, and he couldn't enter Ying Wushou's formation. Ying Wushou had lived peacefully for half a year.

Unexpectedly, in the winter, Xiao Tengjiao's head poked into the formation bit by bit, he was promoted and distracted, and could break into the formation!

Even if he is promoted and distracted, Xiao Tengjiao is still stupid, and he is going to hibernate again.

He was looking for heat sources like a headless fly, and would fall down in the snow from time to time, as if he was dead and buried in the snow.

Ying Wuchou knew that a half-adult dragonfly in the distracted stage would not freeze to death in the snow, but still couldn't help but stepped forward to pick him up.

Xiao Tengjiao immediately climbed up the pole, occupied the position on Ying Wuchou's lap and did not move.

He slept for another winter.

This is already the third winter, Ying Wuchou failed to resist Xiao Tengjiao's enthusiasm again, and promised him to sleep for another winter.

"Don't you know how much I want to refine you?" Ying Wuchou poked the little dragonfly with her fingertips, and the horns grew a little.

Xiao Tengjiao embraced Ying Wuchou's fingers, changed his position and continued to sleep.

He was probably getting hot, he was no longer in the coiled position, his body became more relaxed, and his tail rested casually on Ying Wushou's waist.

Ying Wushou was silent for a moment, then groped around in the cuffs and found a pair of amber gels.

This was given to him by Xiao Tengjiao this summer. Xiao Tengjiao loves this pair of gels very much.

In the past, Xiao Tengjiao gave Ying Wushou all the items he would casually throw on the platform, and Xiao Tengjiao didn't care.

Only this pair of gels, as soon as Ying Wushou put them by his side, Xiao Tengjiao took them over, stuffed them back into Ying Wushou's hands, and called "Yo Yo" to him expectantly.

Ying Wuchou didn't understand what Xiaodengjiao meant, so she had to put the gel in her sleeve carefully.

Even so, Xiao Tengjiao was still very unhappy. He lay on the ground and flicked his tail, hitting the tactile pebbles with his tail. Ying Wuchou felt a little pain on his body, as if being lightly hammered on his chest.

Ying Wuchou let him hit for a while, and the matter was settled.

Today, Ying Wuchou took out this pair of gels, thinking that they seem to be able to connect vision.

Ying Wuchou hadn't opened his eyes to see the world for a long time, he was a little afraid to see a group of people raising weapons against him and calling him "demon".

Fortunately, there is no one else here, only Xiao Tengjiao.

Ying Wushou put on the pair of amber gels and connected the vision.

On the platform where there were only stones and long swords, there were many small flowers that Xiao Tengjiao had given over the years, colorful and full of vitality.

Ying Wuchou just felt as if she was in a sea of ​​flowers surrounded by people grandly.

Even though the platform was covered with white snow, Xiao Tengjiao still worked hard to dig out these flowers from the snow and put them on top of the snow, adding to the color of the place.

Ying Wushou smiled, looked down at Xiao Tengjiao, and said softly, "It's silver."

He always thought that all dragonfly dragons were black, but this little dragonfly dragon was completely different.

Seeing the tip of the tail resting on his waist, Ying Wuchou stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the tiny scales on the tail of the little dragonfly.

His hand stopped less than an inch away from Xiao Tengjiao.

Forget it, he is already a dying person, so why should he have too much involvement with this world.

Ying Wushou withdrew her hand, took off the gel in the eyes, sealed their vision, and hid them in the cuffs again.

He maintained his original posture and let Xiao Teng Jiao sleep soundly.

In this way, another winter passed, and when the first apricot blossoms flew onto the platform, Xiao Tengjiao woke up.

He flicked his tail, and saw that the original snake's tail began to change into a dragon's tail, and a tail fin grew from the tip of the tail.

He lazily rubbed against Ying Wushou, and suddenly froze.

"What's the matter? Is Teng Jiao also numb from sleeping for too long?" Ying Wuchou said coldly.

Xiao Tengjiao looked up at Ying Wushou, suddenly let out a short and rapid scream, and then fled out with a "whoosh".

This was the first time he took the initiative to stay away from Ying Wuchou instead of being thrown out.

"What's the matter?" Ying Wushou touched her face and whispered to herself, "I'm not that scary, am I? As I remember, my appearance is pretty good."

Xiao Tengjiao, who had fled far away, woke up as soon as he arrived at the back mountain, his reason prevailed, and he turned back into the young and mature Cen Shuangluo.

Cen Shuangluo found a small stream in the back mountain, soaked herself in it, a bunch of bubbles came out of her mouth and floated on the surface of the water.

The cold stream water in early spring calmed Cen Shuangluo down, and his body gradually cooled down.

Cen Shuangluo looked at her body and buried her face in the dirt.

He just had an impulse that he shouldn't have, he really has no face to say goodbye to Ying Wuchou!

If he was in a sane state, he would never rub around indiscriminately.But I don't know why, in the past three years, no matter how much his skill has improved and how much inner alchemy he has absorbed, as long as he goes to see Ying Wuchou, he will definitely become stupid.

There is no time rule for the erosion of the brain by dragon energy. The only rule is that if you see Ying Wuchou, you will be stupid!