Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 115 Returning the Sword to its Sheath [Please subscribe, please ask for a monthly pass! 】

"My lord, little Cailin has woken up."

Yan Yi's words directly resounded in Yan Ping's heart.

"understood."

Yan Ping glanced at the magic cloud floating in the sky, and returned to the inn.

"Master, why do you get up so early!"

Little Cailin jumped into Yan Ping's arms.

Yan Ping patted Cailin's little butt, and said: "The early bird gets the worm, you sleepy bug who only gets up now, but you won't be able to eat your favorite purple potato porridge."

"Hee hee, I can't eat purple potato porridge, so I can eat egg pancakes."

"The egg-filled biscuits in Deyunlou are also my favorite."

A few days after boarding the ferry, Cailin, a snack foodie, took Yan Ping to visit all the restaurants on the ferry, remembering all the delicious food there in her little mind.

"Let's go, master, let's eat egg-filled pancakes."

Yan Ping twisted out three real beans, and scattered beans into soldiers.

The golden mist filled the air, and three white-clothed sword fairies appeared one after another.

"Yan Er, Yan San, Yan Si, pay homage to the Lord, and Miss Cailin."

Cailin said hello, "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, hello."

These white-clothed sword celestial beings resemble Yan Ping so much that Cailin regards them as Yan Ping's brothers, uncles, and second uncles.

"Uncle, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, let's go, Cailin will take you to eat delicious food."

A group of six people left the inn and went to Deyun Building.

Yan Yi, Yan Er, Yan San, and Yan Si were scattered around Yan Ping. They were handsome and ruthless, but in the eyes of outsiders, they were just four ordinary guards.

The attainments of the true bean Taoist soldiers in the field of breath concealment are not inferior to those of the ancestors of the turtle's breath kung fu.

If Yan Ping didn't have the status of a superior, he wouldn't be able to perceive such a white-clothed sword fairy approaching him, and he would only be able to see a little clue after the white-clothed sword fairy made a move.

If the real Dou Dao soldiers are going to be killers, assassins are definitely the best killers, assassins.

Arrived at Deyun Building.

Xiao Cailin ordered thirty egg pancakes in one go, and ordered another mushroom soup.

The six of them sat down, drank soup, ate cakes, and listened to a ditty.

The singers are Qing people hired by Deyun Building. There is one on each floor. There are delicious food and beautiful women to enjoy. The business of Deyun Building has always been good.

At this time, the ferry steward's room.

With a bang, Ling Yunche vomited blood and fell to the ground. His true essence was imprisoned and could not be mobilized. Even the Yuanying was imprisoned in the body, unable to escape.

Ling Yunche was startled and angry, he glanced at the ambergris tea on the coffee table, and then at the middle-aged Taoist couple opposite.

These two he referred to as confidantes, best friends actually poisoned him!

"Brother He, why did you hurt me so much?"

Ling Yunche couldn't understand why the two people in front of him wanted to harm him. Could it be that the friendship between the three of them in the past hundred years was all fake?If you approach him with a purpose, to murder him, there are many opportunities to do it, why choose this time?
Is it...

Ling Yunche suddenly thought of the devil cloud that was gnawing at him in the sky, and turned pale with shock: "You, you are the spies of Wanmo Mountain!"

He Yifan shook his head and said, "Brother Ling, casual cultivators like our husband and wife can't be the spies of Wanmo Mountain. They just get paid and do things for others, and each takes what he needs."

"It turns out that when you approached me, you had bad intentions."

"Brother Ling, our husband and wife have always regarded you as the big brother, and we have sincerely been with you, at least for the first 99 years."

"However, the world is impermanent. Ten years ago, when Qian'er and I were practicing dual cultivation, I became obsessed. My cultivation level was higher than Qian'er's, but I was seriously injured and there was no serious problem. Qianer's yin and yang were out of balance, infected by demonic energy, and almost fell into the devil's way. Thanks to the Leiyang Seal that you gave me back then, it suppressed the excessive Yin Qi in Qian'er's body, so Qian'er can survive until now."

"It's a pity to be infected by the demonic energy of Huawai Tianmo. It's not easy to solve it. We haven't thought of a way these years, but we just can't get rid of the demonic energy in Qian'er's body. The demonic energy grows stronger day by day, and soon, The Huawai Heavenly Demon used the devil energy as a guide to absorb the Yin energy between the heaven and the earth, making the Yin energy in Qian'er's body grow stronger day by day."

"Why don't you tell me, I can help you find a way!"

"You do have a way to help us, but even if we said it, you wouldn't agree."

"We have known each other for a hundred years, how do you know that I will die."

"The celestial demon that entangles Qian'er belongs to Yin. If you want to completely eliminate the demon energy and unbalanced Yin energy in Qian'er's body, the only way is to find a pure-yang monk of the same level and her dual cultivation, and use her life's cultivation to help her resolve it. .”

"Brother, once a pure-yang cultivator like you breaks through dual cultivation with a woman, you will lose all your cultivation, and there is no possibility of recovery. You will instantly fall from a lofty immortal to a dying ordinary mortal old man. Let me ask you, brother, will you help me?" Us?"

Ling Yunche remained silent.

Asking him to sacrifice his own way of longevity to save people is too expensive, and he will definitely not agree.

"Brother Ling, if you don't fight, you will die. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Qian'er, you can start now."

Ruan Qianqian stood up, lightly untied Luo Chang, and walked towards Ling Yunche, revealing her flawless and exquisite jade body.

"Brother Ling, Qian'er knows that you have always admired Qian'er's beauty and body. It's a pity that Brother Ling cultivated the Chunyang Dao, and he can't get close to women in his life. Let Qianer take good care of my brother today, Let brother, you also have a taste of the wonderful taste between men and women."

"No, don't come here!"

Ling Yunche yelled, Ruan Qianqian is such a beauty that ordinary people can't even dream of, but when he arrived at Ling Yunche's place, he offered to send it to his door, but he had no time to hide.

Ling Yunche yelled in horror, and he could only yell. His true essence was imprisoned, and his Yuanying was also imprisoned in his body, unable to use it. He could only watch helplessly as Ruan Qianqian undressed him, tasted the flute for him, and finally regarded him as a Grassland, enjoy riding.

"No~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The moment the long sword was sheathed, Ling Yunche let out a desperate roar.

Spring is boundless in the attic.

Seeing Ling Yunche who was lying under Qian'er and cursing endlessly, He Yifan sighed, reached out his hand to ingest a drop of blood spit out by Ling Yunche, and drew the character "Guan" with the blood.

He Yifan had watched Ling Yunche cast this talisman to close the large defensive formation of the ferry for no less than a thousand times, and he knew it by heart.

The off character becomes.

With a flick of his finger, He Yifan smashed the blood talisman into the eye of the ferry boat's defensive formation.

Buzz~~~~~~~~!

The blood talisman fell into the eye of the formation, and the magic light trembled. It was embedded on the wall, and the bronze compass rotating at a constant speed gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

Over the ferry.

The defensive barrier overflowing with light suddenly flickered.

In the black magic cloud, a figure shrouded in a black robe stood up from the throne.

"All soldiers, prepare to hunt."

"Roar~ Roar~ Roar~"

The sergeants of the magic army drew out their sabers and slammed their shields hard, each with a ferocious face and roaring to the sky.

The ferry barrier stopped flickering and disappeared instantly.

The figure in black robe waved his hand, and the magic cloud converged into a black cloak and fell behind him automatically.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Demon Army swooped down towards the ferry like dumpling.

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