Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Swish!
Shen Lang swung his sword, and a giant python with two heads and ice-blue scales fell down. The headless corpse rolled wildly, struggling, and its giant iron whip-like tail swept and slapped, stirring up Ice and snow flew, and gravel rolled wildly.

Shen Lang quickly released a "Strong Grasping Hand", picked up the giant python, and dragged it to the side, not allowing it to shatter the two epiphyllum flowers growing side by side.

To deal with the giant python, the elder sister stepped on the snow, took out the jade box and wooden scissors, and picked Youtan.

After she picked off the flowers and sealed them up, Shen Lang pointed at the giant python's body and asked with a smile:

"Senior sister, can this python meat be eaten?"

"Impossible." The elder sister shook her head: "This double-headed python's flesh and blood contains ice poison. If a warrior eats it, his meridians will stagnate, his dantian will be shattered, and he will become a disabled person. If a monk eats it, his soul will freeze and shatter, and he will become a living dead."

Shen Lang shook his head regretfully:
"Why do the monsters on Xianwu Mountain feel like they are all useless waste?"

The elder sister smiled sweetly:
"It is said that this Thousand Miles of Immortal Mist Mountain was formed after the death of the ancient god Snow Mountain Goddess, whose remnant body fell into the world. The monsters in the mountain are formed by the blood and resentment of the Snow Mountain Goddess's remnant body, all of which are ferocious and bloodthirsty. It is poisonous.

"Even foreign monsters, once they reproduce in this mountain for a generation or two, will be corroded by resentment, poisonous in their womb, and mutated into highly poisonous monsters.

"In short, even if this mountain monster only uses its flesh and blood to refine poison pills and practice poison techniques, if it is in contact with its poisonous breath for a long time, the poison will enter the brain, gradually lose its rationality, and become a bloodthirsty monster. Master said, this Maybe it's the resentment of the Snow Mountain Goddess."

Shen Lang asked curiously:
"Is this mountain really the remnant body of a god?"

The elder sister smiled and said:
"I don't know if the legend is true or not. Anyway, even a first-rank real person can't really feel the resentment of the gods in the Xianwu Mountain. Master once flew high in the sky and looked down at the Xianwu Mountain, but he didn't see any human form.

"However, the master also said that the natural gods in ancient times like the Snow Mountain Goddess were born with the authority of heaven and earth. After death, their resentment will also be integrated into the laws of heaven and earth, illusory and elusive. A real person is still a mortal after all , I am afraid that he is unable to feel the resentment of the gods.

"The Snow Mountain Goddess fell in ancient times. If this mountain was really transformed by her body, then maybe the shape of the mountain resembled a woman lying on the ground. But after countless years of vicissitudes, earthquakes and landslides, the shape of the mountain must have happened. The earth-shaking changes make it impossible to see the original appearance."

While speaking, the two stepped on the flying boat again, and the elder sister made a seal, urged the flying boat, and flew towards another snow-covered hillside.The little rabbit lay quietly in Shen Lang's arms, wiggling its pink nose, carefully sniffing the breath of the epiphyllum.

With Xiaotu's help, it only took half a day to search all over this mountain, and collected a total of sixteen fairy mist Youtan flowers.

After a short rest, the two continued their journey to the next snow peak.

When it was dark, the two had searched several snow peaks around them, and picked 47 fairy mist and Youtan flowers.

After sunset, there was a snowstorm again, and monsters appeared more frequently. To be on the safe side, the two decided to camp and rest, and continue tomorrow.

"There are still two days left for the flowering period. In the next two days, as long as we can gather another 53 Youtan flowers and make up a hundred, it will be considered a bumper harvest!"

In the freshly excavated cave, the senior sister sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch, counting the jade box in which the epiphyllum was sealed in the storage bracelet, her charming fox eyes smiled like crescent moons:

"A few years ago, I came to pick with my second junior sister. In the year when I harvested the most, I only picked thirty or so flowers. The harvest in one day this time greatly exceeded the previous year. Thanks to Junior Brother Shen and your help Little rabbit. Come, little rabbit give me a hug."

Shen Lang nodded to the little rabbit, and the little rabbit consciously jumped over the screen between the two bamboo couches, and jumped into the arms of the elder sister.

The elder sister hugged the little rabbit, kissed it twice, and then took out the "Baicao Pill" to feed it.

Shen Lang looked at the projection on the screen and found that the elder sister rubbed the little rabbit on her chest again. He couldn't help feeling envious for a while, and quickly looked away, meditating and adjusting his breath.

The elder sister teased the little rabbit for a while, put it next to the pillow, meditated and visualized for a while, after regaining her energy, she hugged the little rabbit and shrank into the quilt again, and then habitually unbuttoned her clothes. Lang was on the side, hesitating for a while, but took off his coat carefully.

Last night, the two were alone in the cave, with beds next to each other, separated only by a thin screen.However, Shen Lang sat in meditation all night without any changes. The elder sister with a very abnormal thinking felt that it might be because she was not attractive enough, and Shen Lang didn't have the urge to continue the bloodline with her.

She can also understand this.

Although Shen Lang meets her criteria for choosing a mate in every way, choosing a mate is a two-way street.

In nature, young and strong males don't just catch a female and ask for sex, don't they?

Compared with a master who is like a goddess, the elder sister is a little bit less confident about her own charm.

I always feel that I am inferior to Master in every way.

And for a young man like Shen Lang who has a bright future and is determined to make progress, he would set extremely high standards for choosing a mate.

Maybe he will follow Uncle Yan as an example and find a goddess like Master.

only……

A goddess like Shizun, in the vast east, is only a Liuli Venerable.

Venerable Liuli is single.

In today's Buddhist sect, there are descendants temples where marriages are prohibited, but Venerable Liuli doesn't seem to belong to the descendants temple...

"It's not certain. Venerable Liuli established the Liuli Temple on his own, and the believers also worship Liuli Bodhisattva. He is already the ancestor of a sect and has the power to establish his own rules. But... Junior Brother Shen's current cultivation is still a little bit worse, and he wants to ask Liuli Venerable Those who seek pleasure must at least have a level of cultivation.”

The elder sister thought to herself, before she knew it, she even took off her underwear, rolled over comfortably under the quilt, and pressed the little rabbit to her chest.

Sure enough, sleeping like this is the most comfortable!
The little rabbit was pressed on the chest by the elder sister, and wanted to convey his heartfelt feelings to Shen Lang, and talk about his own feelings.

Thinking of some topics that the goblins discuss daily, they still forcibly resisted the urge to tell Shen Lang.

What if Shen Lang's heart is moved by the words, what should he do if he gets into the bed of Senior Sister?
Shen Lang was on the bamboo couch next to the senior sister, and the senior sister was still completely undressed, which proved how reassuring she was to Shen Lang. Even if Shen Lang got into her bed, she probably wouldn't have much resistance.

But women will only affect the speed at which Shen Lang draws his sword, and the goblins will make Shen Lang stronger and stronger.

As the most loyal, caring, well-behaved and cutest little goblin among Shen Lang's little goblins, Little Rabbit must of course do his best to prevent the lord from falling into the ecstasy of gentleness and hero's tomb.

So, it's better not to let Zhu Yin know how powerful the elder sister is, and how white, tender, round and soft she is!

When the little rabbit was spinning his little thoughts.

The elder sister looked sideways, looking at the projection of Shen Lang on the screen:

"Junior Brother Shen, I'm asleep."

"Well, Eldest Sister, rest at ease, I will watch over you."

"Wake me up in the middle of the night, you rest, I will keep watch."

"No need. I am not only a Dharma practitioner, but also a martial arts practitioner. I have a strong body, and it will not affect me if I don't sleep for a few days. The elder sister is a pure Taoist monk. If I don't get enough sleep, my state will be affected."

"But with my current cultivation, I don't need to sleep all night."

"However, manipulating the flying boat and wading through the wind and snow also consume physical strength and energy. The elder sister's physique is far inferior to mine, so I just need to rest."

"OK then……"

The elder sister quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Lang continued to meditate.

Although his internal strength has been fully cultivated, and it is extremely pure and condensed, he can already condense the seeds of true energy, but now Xiaoyue is deducing a new exercise with "ten steps and one kill" as the main body, Shen Lang has to wait for the exercise Law.

So now he mainly cultivates the iron cloth shirt, the golden bell cover, and the Vajra Indestructible Body on the martial arts side.

With the mental method of these three horizontal exercises, transfer the internal force, temper the physical body, and continuously improve the strength of the body.

After practicing a round of horizontal kung fu, Shen Lang began to practice meditation again.

Whenever Shen Lang practiced meditation, the little spider would always come as scheduled.

But recently it came over, it seemed that it just wanted to play and chat with Shen Lang.

Out of the ten times, only two or three times he caught the image of the Great Sun Tathagata he had visualized, and it didn't interfere too much with Shen Lang's practice.

Of course the little spider is here tonight.

When Shen Langguan conceived the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, it seemed that he had received some kind of signal. A spider thread fell into Shen Lang's sea of ​​consciousness out of thin air. danced.

"So happy, what's the good thing?"

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!
"The spider mother was blocked by the black lotus for more than a month, and she was beaten very badly? This is indeed good news. But then again, why are you so happy all day long? Or just watching the black lotus, the spider mother Fighting, why haven't I seen you practice before?"

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!
"No need to practice? Every time the spider mother gets weaker, you will naturally become stronger? This is a good thing. Well, Hei Lian blocked the door and beat the spider mother violently. In a short time, don't you have to worry about the spider mother looking for you? Trouble? Hei Lian has helped you so much, I have the opportunity to thank Brother Hei Lian for the reward!"

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!
"Blood sacrifice can quickly improve your cultivation? No, you can't accept the blood sacrifice. You are now my little fairy, and a newborn fairy with no karma. You can't go back to the spider mother's old way."

clap clap...

"Hehe, I am the light of the righteous way, so it is impossible to be the Xingyuan Demon God, you, don't even think about it."

clap clap...

"The Great Demon King is very majestic, but isn't the 'God King, Immortal Emperor' more majestic than the Great Demon King?"

chap!
"No, I'm not going to be a philanthropic god-king like Zeus..."

After chatting with the little spider for a while, Shen Lang immersed himself in his practice and visualized the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata.

The little spider quietly crawled on top of Fa Xiang's head, and soon fell asleep.

outside the cave.

Xiaogu disguised himself as a scattered and broken skeleton, buried quietly in the snow, and kept vigil for Shen Lang and the elder sister.Beside them were eight large skeletons, also scattered in a pile, buried in the snow.

In other words, when Xiaogu was promoted to the third level and obtained the talent of "Tongyou", it also had the ability to command skeletons.

I don't know if I can command other skeletons, but Xiaogu can command the skeleton soldiers summoned by Shen Lang, and even give them some abilities similar to it temporarily.

For example, dismantling himself into skeleton fragments, disguising himself as a broken corpse, dissipating all aura, and reassembling in an instant when necessary.

Shen Lang was not surprised by this ability.

The little bone who practiced "Yan Mo Suppressing Prison Art" will be the Emperor Yan Mo who suppresses Hell in the future. Shouldn't all ghosts and ghouls be under his command?
All night.

Early the next morning, Shen Lang and his elder sister washed up, had breakfast, and continued to take the flying boat to the next thousand-zhang snow mountain.

The snow peak where the barbarian is located is halfway up the mountain.

In front of the ten-foot cliff, a three-foot-three-inch-high altar in the shape of a pyramid was built with neatly cut square stones in one day and night.

The old man in animal skin with braids and a dove-headed black wooden staff in his hand took out an animal skin pouch, stretched out his hand and pointed at the pouch, a black light shot out from the mouth of the pouch, and landed on the altar
When the black light dissipated, the altar of the pyramid was covered with dense corpses, including men, women, old and young, all of them were dressed up by the people of the East, and the number was no less than three or four hundred.

After releasing these corpses, the old man slowly walked up to the altar and walked along the steps towards the top of the altar.

As he climbed up the stairs, the shadow curtain under his feet extended and unfolded, covering the entire pyramid.

Then, in the shadows, there were terrible sounds of biting, chewing, and bone breaking.

The densely packed corpses also quickly merged into the shadows amidst the bursts of sound, disappearing one after another.

Under the altar, those bare-chested barbarians who were two meters tall and extremely strong knelt down around the altar, looking at the old man with a look of awe in their eyes.

At this time, the old man who had already climbed to the top gave them an order, and all the barbarians untied the skulls hanging from their waists one after another, and placed the fist-sized skulls in the pre-carved grooves on the steps of the altar. .

After that, the old man was waving his wooden stick, dancing on the top floor of the altar, and reciting eerie spells in some obscure and strange language.

As he danced and recited mantras, the entire altar began to tremble slightly.

Those skulls inlaid in the grooves, eye sockets, nose holes, and jaws, overflowed with cold and bitter pale mist.

The wisps of mist are connected into one piece, billowing and spreading away.

Soon, the halfway up the mountain, the cliffs, the altar, and the surrounding open space were all covered by pale mist.

This pale mist is naturally a formation.

After mobilizing the formation, from the outside, everything is normal here, there is no fog, no altar, no barbarians.All that could be seen was an unremarkable icy cliff.

You have to come close and step into the fog to notice the abnormality.

But this cold and pale mist is not just a blindfold.

The mist is highly poisonous, it can erode the warrior's meridians and acupoints, wear down the warrior's skill, and it can also interfere with the practice of magic.

In the mist, there are still pale ghosts, each of which has the strength to easily kill a fifth-rank warrior from the south.

Many ghosts rushed forward, and the fourth-rank warriors also wanted to drink their hatred.

Even if it is Dharma cultivation, it must have a fourth-grade cultivation base in order to protect itself under the siege of ghosts.

And all the creatures that died in the mist will be transformed into new pale ghosts and become part of the formation.

When setting up the array.

The three or four hundred corpses of the Eastern people on the altar were also swallowed up by the shadows under the old man's feet.

Then, in the shadows, a strange black shadow slowly floated up.

The shape of the black shadow is like a pagoda made of densely packed human heads.

Around the "Human Head Pagoda", dense black silk threads fluttered, like human hair, and strange tentacles.

After the "Human Head Pagoda" emerged from the old man's shadow, a pale cold light burst out from the top of the tower, shining on the opposite cliff.

Under the pale cold light, a picture slowly emerged from the dark gray cliff below the ice layer.

The picture was very simple, just a mess of white lines, which looked like they were daubed with chalk, and a mess of white hair.

But as the pale, cold light from the "Human Head Pagoda" continued to shine, those messy white lines gradually "lived" and began to dance slightly, like messy hair blown by the wind.

Seeing the ball of white lines dancing more and more violently, the old man's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were full of excitement and frenzy, and he said tremblingly with trembling lips:

"The door is about to open! It is about to open... Hurry up, come to the altar! As soon as the door opens, let's go in immediately!"

All the barbarians swarmed up to the top of the altar, clustered around the old man, and all of them stared excitedly at the white line dancing more and more violently under the solid ice.

at the same time.

Shen Lang and Eldest Sister were several miles away, looking for You Epiphyllum on the snow peak next door, and knew nothing about what happened on the snow peak here.

And tens of miles away, a flying boat is also flying towards the snow mountain where the avalanche occurred yesterday.

Six divine horse snow sculptures with a wingspan of more than ten feet escorted both sides of the flying boat.On the back of each snow sculpture sits a warrior in civilian clothes.

The flying boat was shaped like a dragon boat, with six people standing on it.

Five of them were none other than the purple-clothed man, the fourth disciple of Daoist Bailong, and the four flesh and blood puppets.

Beside the man in purple stood a young man in iron armor and holding a spear.

The young man pointed his finger in front of him and said with a smile:

"Go forward for a while, and you will see the snow peak. However, it is not known whether the avalanche yesterday was caused by a battle between experts. , my nephew will definitely be able to find traces of the master of the battle for the uncle."

In Xianwu City, there is a "seismograph" that can monitor natural disasters such as earthquakes, landslides, avalanches, and mudslides in Xianwu Mountains.

The man in purple rushed to Xianwu City last night, and heard that the seismograph had monitored an avalanche, and suspected that it might have been caused by a fight between experts.He has no clue about Shen Lang's whereabouts, so he can only act as a living horse doctor, looking for the mountain peak where the avalanche occurred, hoping to hit the big luck and find Shen Lang's trace.

And the young man who accompanied him was a young general in Xianwu City, named Shi Zhonglong.

His father, Shi Xiao, was a military law repairer in Xianwu City, and he was also from a Taoist temple in the imperial capital.

When Shi Xiao was practicing in the Taoist monastery, he had been running under Bailong Zhenren's sect. He regarded himself as a Bailong disciple, and called Bailong Zhenren's direct disciples as senior brothers. The name of the fart smell straight to the sky.

Relying on his father's relationship, Shi Zhonglong wanted to call the man in purple "Fourth Uncle".

He has no talent for Taoism, so he can only practice martial arts.

His talent in martial arts is pretty good. Thanks to his father's relationship, he has also worshiped a famous teacher, and he has the way of Master Bailong. He doesn't have to worry about high-level training resources. Pin Dacheng cultivation base.

And those six snow sculpture riders are all the scouts of the Xianwu City garrison.

Xianwu City is the key pass that prevents the northern barbarians from going south. The general who is stationed there is a third-rank expert, and the garrison is also a strong army with hundreds of battles.To be able to serve as airriding scouts in such a strong army as a repeat offender, these six people are naturally not weak.

All of them are fourth-rank cultivation bases.Among them are four entry-level fourth-rank, one early-stage fourth-rank, and one middle-stage fourth-rank.

Shi Xiao is a fifth-rank Dharma cultivator and has the background of Daoist Bailong. After a little win over, he took these six scouts into his confidantes, making them only Shi Xiao and his son.

This time to help the purple-clothed man search for people in the vast mountains, Shi Zhonglong naturally wanted to bring out these sharp-sighted snow sculptures.

"If you can successfully find the target this time, I can give you a 'Dragon Transformation Pill'."

The man in purple put his hands behind his back and said lightly:

"If you can't climb the martial arts ladder by yourself in the future and advance to the third rank, this 'Dragon Transformation Pellet' can help you refine a big mystery and enable you to have the strength of an entry-level third rank."

"Dragon Transformation Pill" is the royal family's unique panacea, and only two masters, Qiankun and Bailong, master the recipe.

Even Daoist Wanfa, who is good at alchemy, doesn't know how to do it.

Shi Zhonglong first thanked him respectfully, and then said a little arrogantly:
"However, my nephew is still young, and I want to try to climb the ladder of martial arts by myself and condense mysteries. After all, although the 'Dragon Transformation Pellet' is mysterious, if you use this pill to condense your mysteries, you will stop at the entry level of the third rank for life. And the strength It is lower than the real third-rank entry, it can only be regarded as a 'false third-rank'."

The man in purple nodded slightly, and said lightly:

"Yes, ambitious."

Just as he was speaking, a snow sculpture flying rider who was leading the way suddenly raised his finger forward and said in a low voice:
"what is that?"

Everyone followed the prestige, and they saw a white light bursting out from a faintly visible snow peak about twenty or thirty miles ahead.

The white light soared into the sky for more than a thousand feet, then suddenly split and turned into dense, overwhelming white silk threads, spreading out in all directions.

From a distance, this situation looks very much like the snow peak in the distance, suddenly growing a messy "white hair" and dancing in the wind.

But in the eyes of the man in purple, there is another interpretation of the white silk threads all over the sky.

"Spider silk?"

The eyes of the man in purple brightened:
"Is this the magic of the Spider Mother Walker? The Spider Mother Walker is right there!"

While speaking, he quickly made seals with both hands, and drove the flying boat as fast as possible, and flew towards the snow peak spewing "spider silk".

"Follow up quickly!"

Shi Zhonglong also issued an order, and the six snow sculpture riders quickly urged the snow sculptures to chase after the dragon boat.

Flying more than ten li in a blink of an eye, and getting closer to the snow peak, Shi Zhonglong who gazed at the snow peak suddenly said:
"Fourth Uncle, something seems wrong! Those white threads don't seem to be spider silk, but more like hair! It seems to be... hair made of ice and snow!"

The man in purple actually noticed something was wrong and wanted to stop the flying boat a long time ago.

But what shocked him was that those white silk threads flying all over the sky exuded some kind of strange absorbing force, and they had disturbed his flying boat from a distance of more than ten or twenty miles, dragging the flying boat to a faster speed. The speed rushed past, and there was no way to stop!
At this time, the snow sculpture riders behind them also exclaimed:

"What's going on? Why is the snow sculpture flying so fast?"

"No! The snow sculpture can't fly so fast, it's those white lines, they suck us in from the air!"

"Stop now!"

"Can't stop!"

"Do you want to jump off?"

"Jump down? Those white silk threads are not only sucking the snow sculpture in the air, we are also captured by the suction! The true energy is simply irresistible! Even if you jump off the back of the sculpture, you will still be sucked in from the air!"

"What kind of monster is that? It's still able to capture us from a distance of more than ten or twenty miles?"

Shi Zhonglong's expression suddenly changed, Huo Di turned to look at the man in purple:
"Fourth Master, what should we do?"

The man in purple wore a bronze mask, and couldn't see his expression, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Because he also felt the extremely powerful suction force.

This absorbing power has firmly enveloped the dragon boat and the six of them on the dragon boat, and even the space has been sealed off. Even the "Small Teleportation Talisman" refined by Daoist Qiankun can't play a role in this situation .

But the man in purple quickly calmed down and said lightly:

"Don't panic. More than 100 years ago, after Taizu ruled the world, he personally led masters into the mountains to sweep and wiped out all the monsters above the third rank.

"Afterwards, every 20 years, the imperial court will also mobilize masters to go into the mountain to suppress them during the breeding season of monsters. Usually, masters from sects often go to the mountains to collect medicine and kill monsters by the way. Nowadays, there are no monsters above the third rank in Xianwu Mountain. Existence, even fourth-rank monsters are rare.

"Those white silk threads don't have the aura of monsters and beasts. They are more like some kind of magic weapon that operates instinctively... Although its power is strong, it has no intention of hurting people. Otherwise, with a distance of twenty miles, it can be caught in the air. The terrible suction that sucks us, should have started absorbing and devouring our essence, blood and primordial spirit long ago!"

While speaking, his mind was running rapidly, looking for similar cases in his memory.

Soon, he found a classic case:
20 years ago, a real man's residence from the previous dynasty was opened. At that time, San Yuzhen, who was only a minor cultivator of the seventh rank, was taken in by the undercurrent of the void when the residence was opened several miles away.

In the end, inexplicably refined the center of the Yifu, and obtained the treasure of the Yifu, which laid the foundation for the first-grade "Wanfa Daoist".

Thinking of this case, the man in purple was not surprised but delighted:

"Arresting people from a distance, but not intending to hurt them... This must be a sign of the opening of the old man's palace! This absorbing power is to attract monks to enter and select successors! Ha, my chance has come! "

Having said that, the man in purple knows very well that there must be countless dangers in a "real man's legacy" that has just been opened.

If you are a little careless, let alone get the inheritance, it is unknown whether you can even keep your life.

Immediately, he quickly cast the spell, and first blessed Shi Zhonglong and the group of six snow sculpture knights with a wave of "gale shield".

"Flood Shield" is just a ninth-rank defensive spell. With the purple-clothed man's fourth-rank cultivation base, one cast of the spell can bless a group of more than ten people.

Of course, the man in purple didn't value the lives of Shi Zhonglong and the snow sculptured air riders.

It's just that the existence of cannon fodder is necessary for the expedition of the remaining mansion.

Even with the cultivation base of the man in purple, it is not so easy to detect the traps arranged by the Dazheng, and cannon fodder must be on the way.

With bad intentions, after blessing Shi Zhonglong and the others with Gale Shield, the man in purple calmly cast spells, blessing himself with various protective spells one by one.

It wasn't until the shields were piled up all over his body that the man in purple heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, they were only a few miles away from the snow peak.

It can already be clearly seen that the "white hair" all over the sky "grows" from a cliff halfway up the mountain.

In front of the cliff, there is another dilapidated stone building that looks like an altar.

"altar?"

The man in purple suddenly felt tense:
"Is this legacy mansion opened artificially? Someone already got there first?"

Just when he was feeling annoyed and annoyed, countless "white hairs" suddenly spread over, and with an overwhelming and unstoppable force, they wrapped the dragon boat where the man in purple, Shi Zhonglong and others were, as well as the six snow sculpture flying riders, and then quickly retracted, wrapping They dragged toward the cliff.

When the dragon boat and snow sculpture wrapped in the "white hair" touched the cliff, the seemingly hard cliff covered with hard ice only had a shallow ripple.

The man in purple and his party seemed to have submerged in the water, and were dragged by layers of "white hair", and they sank silently into the cliff.

During the season when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, there were few people in the Xianwu Mountain.

If the man in purple hadn't arrived just in time, the snow peak with the "white hair" would have only been the barbarian old man and his subordinates within a hundred miles.

And, Shen Lang and Eldest Sister who were picking epiphyllum on the snow peak next door.

The barbarian old man didn't intend to make a big fuss, he just wanted to open the door quietly, sneak in quietly with his men, and leave quietly after obtaining the treasure left by the Snow Mountain Goddess.

For this reason, he also specially set up barriers to prevent outsiders from entering by mistake.

However, it is obviously impossible for the gods to leave the palace to be manipulated by a mortal.

The barbarian old man successfully opened the entrance to the Snow Mountain Goddess Kingdom.

Then, those white lines like graffiti by urchins on the cliff suddenly turned into countless "white hairs", gushing out, wrapping the old man and all the barbarians, and dragging them into the entrance.

As countless "white hairs" erupted and expanded, they directly destroyed the altar and formations, and then went straight to the sky, fluttering and fluttering in all directions, emitting invisible suction, and within a radius of tens of miles, everything that meets a certain "standard" Existence, everything is absorbed and sent to the national entrance.

The man in purple and his party were captured by the invisible suction force ten or twenty miles apart, unable to break free. They were caught and photographed. Shen Lang and the senior sister who were collecting medicine on the snowy peak a few miles away, of course, had no suspense. was caught in.

Because the "crisis" outbreak point is a bit far away, and there was a barrier before, it was not deliberately targeting Shen Lang and the senior sister, and those "white hairs" did not have obvious "hostility, malice", just a way to follow the established rules, It is a mechanical program that operates instinctively, so Shen Lang's spiritual warning did not start to strike until he was captured by the invisible suction.

But by then it was obviously too late.

Shen Lang only had time to put the little rabbit into the fine brush space, and together with the senior sister, was entangled by the "white hair" that spread over.

The barbarian old man and his subordinates were the first to bear the brunt, and the first wave was dragged into the entrance.

The distance between Shen Lang and the senior sister was several miles, and the second wave was dragged in.

The people in purple are the farthest away, and the third wave enters.

After these three waves, the white hair swayed in the air for another half an hour, but no newcomers came, and it was time limit again, and finally dissipated slowly.

At this point, Xuefeng regained his composure.

Below the cliff, apart from the dilapidated altar, there is no abnormality, only the humming of the wind, echoing between the cliffs of the mountain gorge.

……

After a brief trance.

Shen Lang came back to his senses and found that he was already in a strange place.

There was gray mist in all directions, and with his eyesight, he couldn't see ten steps away.

The top of the head is also gray and misty, and the sky cannot be seen.

Even the ground was slowly billowing with gray mist, and one had to concentrate one's eyes to see the lifeless gray-black soil beneath one's feet.

Shen Lang didn't know where he was.

The only fortunate thing is that the elder sister is still by her side.

She tightly grasped his arm with both hands, her plump chest pressed tightly against his elbow, and half of her body hung on him.

She bit her lip, her pretty face turned pale, and she was trembling slightly from nervousness.

Although the environment is beautiful, Shen Lang has no intention to appreciate the gentle fragrance of nephrite carefully.

While looking around, he comforted the elder sister:

"Elder Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I, I'm not afraid, but nervous... I'm not really scared in my heart, but my body, it, it just doesn't listen!"

In desperation, the senior sister didn't care about maintaining her dignity as "Master Sister Wanfamen Kaishan", she stopped being stubborn and honestly admitted her shortcomings.

Shen Lang was helpless and reminded:

"Elder sister, do you have any spells that can make your body obedient?"

"what?"

The elder sister was startled, and suddenly remembered that she really had a "Bing Xin Jue" specially practiced for this kind of situation.

Immediately, he was about to cast a spell to calm himself down, but just as his hands let go of Shen Lang's arms, his legs softened, and they involuntarily fell on Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang had no choice but to raise his hand to support her soft and slender waist, and said:
"Elder Sister, I'll support you, you should quickly cast a spell."

"Okay, okay!"

The elder sister made a seal with trembling hands, and recited the mantra in a low voice.

But after trying for a while, she raised her head to look at Shen Lang, with tears in the fox's eyes, she said with shame and indignation:

"I, my, my hands are shaking so badly, I can't make a seal!"

Shen Lang was really speechless now.

Yan Tianying sent a voice transmission to him at the time, saying that the elder sister tends to be nervous in actual combat. Shen Lang thought that she would just be too nervous to judge the situation calmly, unable to make the most suitable choice and cast the most appropriate spells, which would overflow her firepower , unnecessary waste of spells, and even caused some collateral damage that shouldn't have occurred.

For example, using the "Lianju Fireball" to blast and kill the "Bonegnawing Demon Bear", the result is like an avalanche.

Unexpectedly, the elder sister really became nervous. She was so disrespected by her relatives that she couldn't even perform spells that required seals.

You are a fourth-rank peak Dharma cultivator who is not far from third-rank ah hello!
Theoretically, a martial artist with a great achievement of the third rank can only compete equally in front of you!

Shen Lang was very speechless.

But he also knew that the more this was the case, the less pressure he could put on the elder sister.

With one arm around her waist and the other stroking her shoulder, he said in a deep magnetic voice:
"Master, do you trust me?"

"Ah?" The elder sister was slightly taken aback, then nodded slightly: "Of course I believe you!"

Shen Lang stared into her eyes and said seriously:

"Since you believe in me, you should believe that no matter what danger you encounter, I will stand in front of you. Before I fall, I will never let you suffer any harm."

"Uh……"

The eldest sister half-lyed and half leaned in his strong and powerful arms, looking at his face close at hand, facing his firm and confident eyes, feeling his warm and scorching body temperature, somehow, her own body temperature Unexpectedly, it also gradually rose, and a slight blush appeared on the cheeks, and the body became weaker and weaker, and there was a strange feeling of panic and shortness of breath.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue, moistened her dry lips, and murmured:

"Is this physical reaction...wrong, it doesn't match my plan, I shouldn't be in heat at this time..."

"?"

Shen Lang was surprised: what are you talking about, elder sister?Where is this all?
"But it seems that I'm really not nervous..."

The elder sister muttered to herself again, raised her hands, and recited the mantra again.

This time, with extremely proficient and smooth techniques, she quickly formed a dharma seal, recited the dharma mantra, and blessed a "Bing Xin Jue" on her body.

Under the blessing of the fifth-grade spell Bing Xin Jue, the senior sister was completely separated from all emotions, and entered a state of absolute rationality and calmness.

"Okay, let me go."

The elder sister said indifferently, her voice was cold and completely different from her usual soft and sweet voice.

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, and quickly let go of his hands.

The elder sister stood up straight, the blush on her face faded quickly, her body temperature returned to normal, and her aura became even colder and harsher. Even if she didn't take the initiative to reject people for thousands of miles, it still made people feel a kind of "don't get close to strangers" Feel.

She has a straight figure, standing steadily, and with two fingers touching her eyes, she blessed a "Drilling True Eye".

Then he looked around for a while, and said lightly:

"We should have entered a different dimension like 'The Secret Realm of the Universe'."

Shen Lang was puzzled and said:
"Different dimension?"

"Well, we are no longer in the human world. This place is filled with ice aura and ghost energy. This mist is a mixture of ice aura and ghost energy. It seems harmless, but in fact it hides great harm. If you are in the body for a long time In the mist, it will gradually be eroded by the cold aura and ghostly aura, and turn into an ice monster."

"Uh, but I don't feel any discomfort."

Elder Sister Fayan opened and closed her eyes, and glanced at Shen Lang:
"That's because you have practiced horizontally and have permanently fixed the 'Iron Cloth Shirt'. The mist can't erode your skin temporarily. In addition, your inner strength is also very pure and condensed. When you breathe, you can also temporarily resist the mist. Corrosion. However, if you stay in this fog for a long time, your spells and skills will be consumed faster than usual."

Shen Lang didn't dare to be careless, he quickly searched himself, and found that his energy was consumed a little faster than usual.

but……

As long as he doesn't fight violently, it seems that this little bit of extra consumption can't keep up with his natural recovery speed?

It should be due to the "Second Stage Vitality Enhancement".

The second level of vitality strengthening can not only improve his physique in an all-round way, increase his recovery speed of various states, but also have strong resistance to abnormal states and various toxins.

With this strengthening, this mist alone might not be able to do anything to him.

But he didn't show off, just said:

"This place is not a good place, we should leave as soon as possible. I wonder if Elder Sister has a way to leave this place?"

Although Shen Lang's strength is not weak, but after all, his practice time is too short, and his knowledge and experience are still far behind the senior sister.

In the current situation, of course I have to ask for advice from the elder sister who is often taught by the first-rank Dazheng.

The elder sister was expressionless, and said lightly:

"This place is very likely to be the legacy of a senior expert. If we want to leave this place, we need to find the center of this place and refine it."

"How to find it?"

"I do not know."

"..."

"It's luck first. The master said that the reason why I was accepted as the first apprentice was not only because of my talent, but also because of my noble face and extremely high fate, but I have great fortune and great luck. In this way, I will gamble on my luck."

With that said, the elder sister chose a direction at random and walked forward:

"Come with me, Senior Sister will take you out of here."

Although the tone was cold and indifferent, without any emotion, Shen Lang felt a hint of caring from it.

Immediately, he raised his long sword, and accompanied the elder sister, walking side by side with her.

When walking forward, with a thought, the small bone holding the hundred-forged black iron sword also appeared.

Since there is a "ghost" aura here, the little bone who will be the future "Pluto" should be able to feel like a fish in water here, right?

[Ask for a monthly ticket~! 】