Su Bian Cultivation World

When Luo Jiujiang crossed the catastrophe, the robbery cloud was stopping above the holy mountain. Even if the center was slightly different from the holy mountain, that did not prevent the holy mountain from becoming the front line covered by the entire robbery cloud.

Almost as soon as the bright silver Jieyun appeared on the horizon of the Holy Land, Han Qianling, who was diving deep at the bottom of the deep blue pool, frowned at it.

Even now that he has spent most of his mind on the Dao source fragments at the bottom of the fusion pool, he can still feel the extraordinaryness of this robbery cloud.

It is not strange to go through the catastrophe in the holy land, and it may be considered rare to go through the Nascent Soul catastrophe, but it is so unique, even with his knowledge, it can be said that it is an unheard of catastrophe cloud, so Han Qianling can only think of one person.

After all, even if Han Qianling, Dong Shuangyu, and Ni Kui are counted as half of the entire Holy Land, the number of people who have Daoyuan will never exceed three fingers.

And the two alien species other than Luo Jiujiang... It's not that Han Qianling is contemptuous, it's just that they really don't seem to be able to attract such a situation.

That piece of robbery cloud that was approaching the hinterland of the holy mountain at high speed had an aura like metallurgy that had been honed over time, so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut a person's consciousness, and it tasted like blood and like fire.

Han Qianling could imagine what kind of trials Luo Jiujiang would face at this time outside the valley of the holy mountain.And the person he loves, no matter how difficult the situation is, will be like a stone pine on a cliff or a strong bamboo in the wind, and no adversity can break his bones.

As for himself, who is deep in the heart of the holy mountain, there are also challenges he will face.

Han Qianling raised his eyes a little, as if he could see through this secluded cold spring, see through the rocks and gravels that make up the holy mountain, pass through the valleys and plains separated along the way, and quietly arrive at Luo Jiujiang's side.

That look seemed to be nostalgic, but it was only a short moment before Han Qianling withdrew his gaze.He even withdrew all his spiritual consciousness, and plunged into the Dao source fragments at the bottom of the pool with all his concentration.

The things in front of him at this moment probably have the most complicated insides in the world. Among the most difficult things in the world, chaos can rank first, and it deserves to be the second.And when it comes to its sinisterness and danger, I am afraid that Chaos will consciously retreat to the point of shooting.

The most filthy evil thoughts left by the Dragon God back then, coupled with some chaotic inheritance memories, combined with the holy mountain's coveting and coveting for it for many years, all mixed in the source of yin and yang left by the Dragon God like a pot of porridge.

They are so tightly entangled with each other that they have been melted into one body over a long period of time. It is even different from all the existing dao sources in the world. It is not liquid like other dao sources, but has completely condensed into a solid.

The crystal like a fragment of a star lay quietly at the bottom of the white stone pool, and its whole body exuded a strange light.

Throwing together something less than the size of an adult man's thumbnail, it has been able to continuously illuminate the empty belly of the holy mountain for tens of thousands of years in the past.

Han Qianling's consciousness was ups and downs in one of the Dao sources, and he walked through a path with an evil thought that grabbed his footsteps. The dirty emotion scolded him, insulted him, and asked him to turn around and face himself, and take a good look at ten A part he abandoned years ago.

And the memories that are complicated and intermittent like faults are also a cage maze. Not to mention how intricate the terrain is, those memories that are difficult to distinguish from the beginning to the end, and the virtual and real are enough to cause headaches.

In addition to the source of these few crystals, Han Qianling still insisted on resisting some kind of dark will between heaven and earth.

Many times, he was almost torn by evil thoughts and forced to return to the swamp. There were also thrilling moments, when he circled back and forth in the memory loop, unconscious, but as he stepped through the path and swamp step by step, a trace of Daoyuan was also absorbed and stripped by him.

The flow of time here is different from that of the outside world, and with all kinds of memories entangled with him, giving him time to add to his cognition, the gap between the two is even more difficult to calculate.

In the Daoyuan crystal, Han Qianling had narrowly escaped death several times, but the passage of time in the Holy Land was just enough for Luo Jiujiang to survive the ninth thunder tribulation.

The ninth thunder tribulation is the one that Luo Jiujiang offended Tian Jie the most.

In an instant, the pressure on Han Qianling's back was relieved, as if something that had been imprisoning him was suddenly diverted, so he had no time to pay attention.This change was really unexpected for Han Qianling, so he didn't hold back any of his strength——

He used the most delicate control to strip away the source of Dao, and he could not even have a slight deviation. Regarding how to divert the power to resist evil thoughts and the Dao of Heaven, he almost controlled the aura to the last centimetre.

However, God's will, which had been blocking him all this time, suddenly stopped, Han Qianling was caught off guard, and it was too late to make amends.At the moment when the balance was completely destroyed by the power poured in madly, he was like the most non-aggressive beast, swallowing Daoyuan, inherited memory and evil thoughts in one gulp.

The source of Dao contained in this mouthful was enough to kill eleven hundred Fengxue on the spot, but for Han Qianling, he only felt that the bottomless pit in his heart had been slightly filled.

Evil thoughts washed away Han Qianling's mind like a flood that broke down a dam, while Dragon God's most secret memory flowed into Han Qianling's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant like flowing water.Subconsciously, Han Qianling put his hands on his forehead and knelt down powerlessly, and let out a broken, suppressed moan.

After three breaths, Han Qianling opened his eyes, his face turned pale.

Suppressing evil thoughts has been an acquired instinct he has formed over the years. Even though there are so many evil thoughts returning to the original body this time, it has not reached the point where he can't handle it.What makes him feel so shocked and unbelievable now is another thing.

That incident, that incident that he had never known before, came from the memory of Dragon God.

Thinking of what he saw in his memory, Han Qianling smiled, not knowing whether he was mocking himself or was already disheartened towards Dragon God.He casually kicked away the two or three remaining crystal fragments at the bottom of the pool with his toes. Judging by his attitude, he seemed to have abandoned this treasure that every alien species was eager for in an instant.

In his meridians, the aura had soared to the point of boiling, and the realm of Han Qianling hovered on the edge of the Nascent Soul again and again, and was pushed back vigorously by himself.

His attitude towards his own cultivation now is exactly the same as when he was suppressed in the small world of Seven Islands to prevent him from building a foundation.

After forcibly suppressing his cultivation, Han Qianling immediately turned his head and swam to the surface of the water.The long distance from the bottom of the pool to the shore was compressed by him into a hazy flash of figure.It seemed that he didn't want to waste even an iota of time. For this reason, he did not hesitate to take off the painted skin that he had worked so hard to maintain for many years. He was restrained, respectful, and never rude at all times, and he didn't even say goodbye to the holy mountain.

After flashing three times, Han Qianling appeared outside the holy mountain. At this time, he was only a stone's throw away from Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang just survived the catastrophe, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a blur in front of him, almost thinking that the catastrophe was so angry that he fell to the ground to beat him up.When he took a closer look, he realized that the young man within reach in front of him was Han Qianling. He was surprised and delighted at the same time, half teasing and half genuinely laughing: "I'm so happy today."

Han Qianling didn't respond to the joke, he looked up at the silver-white robbery cloud above his head that was slowly dissipating, his eyes were colder than Luo Jiujiang's blade at this moment.

"Qianling?"

Luo Jiujiang whispered suspiciously, but before he could pronounce the entire lower half syllable of the word "Ling", Han Qianling grabbed him by the waist.The other party pressed the back of his head and swallowed the second half of the pronunciation between their lips and teeth.

Han Qianling kissed Luo Jiujiang almost impatiently.

The lingering meaning in this kiss is very light, more urgent, unwilling, a manifestation of some kind of destiny that cannot be deviated from, a cry that Han Qianling will not utter even if he dies in his throat.If Han Qianling's actions were not too urgent, and the tip of his teeth cut a line on Luo Jiujiang's tongue, Luo Jiujiang might still be able to feel a little bit of hidden fear.

This was the first bloody long kiss between the two since Luo Jiujiang met Han Qianling.

It was only at this time that Luo Jiujiang came to a vague and trance-like realization: it turns out that Qianling who is holding him firmly in his arms and exerting such force between his fingers seems to be afraid of losing something again. A beast.

Even in the secret realm, Han Qianling grew scales and claws in front of him, his eyes were full of hunger, and he almost took him for lunch, Luo Jiujiang never had such a thought.

But now, he actually had such an association because of a kiss.

Perhaps Han Qianling's involuntary kiss was too desperate. Luo Jiujiang felt unspeakably distressed while being kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Qianling, Qianling..." Luo Jiujiang managed to break free from the kiss. He held Han Qianling's shoulders, frowned and looked at his expression. Much thicker, like mist between breaths.

Before Luo Jiujiang could fully see Han Qianling's expression, he was pulled back into his arms by Han Qianling.This time Han Qianling didn't kiss him, but hugged him tightly, as if wanting to rub his whole body into his own flesh and blood.

Han Qianling turned his head sideways, and sprayed hot breath on Luo Jiujiang's ears. It felt hot and slightly itchy, which made Luo Jiujiang's shoulders subconsciously shrink slightly.

"If... If I want it this time, Jiujiang, would you give it to me?"

Luo Jiujiang laughed, and returned Han Qianling's previous words: "Aren't you afraid of the old story of Dragon's Tail Grass?"

"I've taken care of it. There won't be such a thing now." Han Qianling stroked Luo Jiujiang's waistline with his hands up and down, even breathing faster.Luo Jiujiang was so close to him that he could clearly feel his heart beating through his flesh.

"At this time, do you still have to ask?" Luo Jiujiang pushed Han Qianling's collarbone with his shoulder, motioning him to raise his head, and leaned forward to kiss Han Qianling's lips.

The tiny scratch on his tongue hadn't healed yet, Luo Jiujiang sucked the faint blood in his mouth, and blinked at Han Qianling, with a frivolous complacency in his smile: "Qianling, you're a little hot Choking."

Han Qianling choked for breath and couldn't hold it back anymore.

He almost rolled up Luo Jiujiang, and crashed into the cave with wisteria curtains in the blink of an eye.Luo Jiujiang was completely under his body, and he could feel Han Qianling's gaze first lingering on his collarbone for a moment, and then down inch by inch. Compared with his breathing, Han Qianling's gaze seemed to have a burning temperature .

The two fangs that cut through the tip of Luo Jiujiang's tongue before rubbed against Luo Jiujiang's neck twice, leaving only a few red marks on his skin. The bite that was really fierce to the extreme was bitten off by Han Qian Ling Yi tilted his head and landed on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder.

The sky dimmed as if willing to cooperate with this pair of lovers. Under the gentle silver light of the stars and the moon, the lover's body stained with sweat and hickeys only looked more attractive.

...It was a lingering lingering night.