Cultivation of Immortality

There are two sunny rooms on the left, but the doors are closed. It can be clearly distinguished that the protective mana above is integrated with the protective mana in this space. In other words, these two doors are not connected. May be open.

Lang Xing didn't have time to delay, turned around and walked towards the room on the right side of the hall. There was only one large room here and the door was open.

As soon as he reached the door, Lang Xing's body suddenly froze, and his hair almost stood on end.

There was actually a beautiful woman in the room wearing a light green dress with a smile like a flower!

How can this be? ! He was constantly using his magical powers. If there were any living beings within a thousand miles, there was no way he could escape his perception. How could this woman get so close to him without him noticing? ! What kind of cultivation is this? !

In extreme shock, Lang Xing stood there dumbly. Facing such an expert, he couldn't even muster the courage to escape, let alone attack them.

"Ho... ho..." Yuan Qing struggled, making a suffocating sound in his throat. Lang Xing involuntarily grasped his hands in panic, strangling his throat until it was almost broken.

After a moment of sluggishness, Lang Xing shuddered, and his straight eyes gradually started to move, because he found that the woman didn't move at all as if she was frozen, but he also seemed to be frozen, and his legs were stiff. He couldn't move because this woman was too weird. She looked like a living person, but he still couldn't sense her existence with his mind and supernatural powers. To say that she was not a living person, the look in her eyes was shining. But it is very vivid, and it is impossible for the eyes of a dead person to have such a look.

"How could this happen?" Lang Xing stared at the woman standing in the center of the room and asked Yuan Qing. His voice was trembling because of the shock.

"Don't get close to her, it will trigger a trap." Yuan Qing's tone was obviously anxious and uneasy.

Langxing glanced at the table in front of the woman, and then tightened his grip on Yuan Qing's throat. He was now more and more disgusted with this person who told lies. There were two tables in the room. , one is placed on the east side, which should be the original furnishings in this room. The woman and the table in front of her are in the center of the room. This table and the tea sets and fruits on it are not there. The one that protects the mana is obviously a foreign object, and it seems that there must be people sitting here often. That person is probably Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing was pinched so much that she started to struggle again, which made Lang Xing feel a little happy. He slowly walked into the room, turned to a few cases and looked at the woman.

The house faces north and south, and the woman stands facing the west. She looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with an oval face, big eyes, white teeth and red lips. Her skin is as good as snow, and she is full of youthful agility. She looks like she has just returned. She smiled as brightly as a flower as if she had heard something ridiculous. Her left hand hung down by her body, holding a light green hosta between her orchid fingers. She raised her right hand to her chest to cover her smiling mouth with white teeth.

The woman smiled brightly, but Lang Xing felt chills in his heart. If this woman were a living person, her life would have been taken away at the moment when she was smiling the most. How cruel is this! Looking at the woman's eyes full of smiles and affection, Lang Xing could almost conclude that she was a living person, a dead living person.

"Say..." Langxing looked at the girl, with a fierce light born of regret and compassion in his eyes. He pinched Yuanqing's neck with one hand and grabbed Yuanqing's wrist with the other, twisting hard to make the broken bones touch each other. The friction made a cracking sound.

"Ho...ah..." Yuan Qing

He howled in pain, but his throat was tightly squeezed so that he could only make inarticulate sounds. Drops of cold sweat dripped down his chin and the ends of his hair and pattered onto the table.

"Tell me, how did this happen!" Lang Xing squeezed out these words through his teeth, slightly loosening the hand holding his throat.

"Don't touch her...please..." Yuan Qing gasped and begged.

Lang Xing made a gesture as if he was going to hit the woman, and threatened in a cold voice, "Say it quickly!"

"She is that senior's lover, please don't do this!" Yuan Qing's voice was filled with tears.

This sentence made Lang Xing frown. He could sense that Yuan Qing's care for this woman was sincere. Could it be that things were not what he thought?

"How did she die?" Langxing asked as he carried Yuanqing and walked out of the house. The most important thing now was to find a way out, or a way to deal with the old man. Although he wanted to kill the woman Things are being figured out, but now is clearly not the time.

Yuan Qing shut her mouth tightly again, with a look of despair in her eyes.

Lang Xing did not continue to ask, and rushed up to the second floor with a sullen face. The layout of the second floor was the same as the first floor. He walked straight to the big room on the right. When he saw another beautiful woman sitting here, A few cases later, the coldness that had just dissipated in my heart came back.

The woman sitting behind a few desks was playing with a bright yellow flute in her hand. Her white jade fingers complemented the moist jade flute. What was even more moving than this was her pretty face with the beginning of a smile, the corners of her mouth. There is indescribable joy and passion on the eyebrows, and it seems that he is joking with his lover across from him.

"This is also his lover?!" He asked Yuanqing through gritted teeth.

Yuan Qing's voice became calmer this time, "This involves a secret that I cannot reveal. No matter how you torture me, I will not tell it."

Lang Xing had no time to talk nonsense with him, so he turned around and went up to the third floor. Just like the first two floors, there was also a woman on the third floor. This woman was lying naked on the bed, looking like she was just waking up from a spring sleep, holding her cheek in her hand. He half raised his upper body, with a lazy and carefree attitude, as if he was looking at his lover affectionately. Only his waist and abdomen were covered with a thin gauze, and the infinite spring scenery was very attractive and charming.

Langxing glanced at the woman, then at the table placed in front of the bed. Without saying anything, he frowned and went up to the fourth floor. There were three women in the room on the fourth floor. They were placed side by side. In front of a table, one was dancing gracefully, the other was frowning and thinking, and the third one, known to Langxing, was the Fairy Fanzhi who had abandoned her Taoist friend Mingxuan and followed Yuanqing.

Fairy Fanzhi was still wearing the same snow-white dress with red patterns, her mouth was slightly curled, her beautiful eyes were flying sideways, her playful yet elegant posture was really touching, and she seemed to be expressing disdain for what her lover said. , full of sweetness and joy beyond words.

Langxing silently went up to the fifth floor with mixed emotions. The room on the fifth floor was empty, and he couldn't find anything suspicious. It seemed that there was no way out of the secret realm.

Returning to the room on the fourth floor, Langxing looked at Fairy Fanzhi and said coldly to Yuan Qing, "Tell me again, is that old man from your Zuiqing Palace?"

Yuan Qing gritted her teeth and said not a word. He knew very well that if he continued to deny it now, he would be rewarded with severe torture.

"Killing them at the most touching moment, is this your hobby, or is it a cultivation method of Zuiqing Palace? Are you the cause of all the women in this building?" Lang Xing started to twist Yuan Qing's head again. Two broken arms. There are two sunny rooms on the left, but the doors are closed. It can be clearly distinguished that the protective mana above is integrated with the protective mana in this space. In other words, these two doors are not connected. May be open.

Lang Xing didn't have time to delay, turned around and walked towards the room on the right side of the hall. There was only one large room here and the door was open.

As soon as he reached the door, Lang Xing's body suddenly froze, and his hair almost stood on end.

There was a beautiful woman in the room wearing a light green dress with a smile like a flower!

How can this be? ! He was constantly using his magical powers. If there were any living beings within a thousand miles, there was no way he could escape his perception. How could this woman get so close to him without him noticing? ! What kind of cultivation is this? !

In extreme shock, Lang Xing stood there dumbly. Facing such an expert, he couldn't even muster the courage to escape, let alone attack them. .??.

"Ho... ho..." Yuan Qing struggled, making a suffocating sound in his throat. Lang Xing involuntarily grasped his hands in panic, strangling his throat until it was almost broken.

After a moment of sluggishness, Lang Xing shuddered, and his straight eyes gradually started to move, because he found that the woman didn't move at all as if she was frozen, but he also seemed to be frozen, and his legs were stiff. He couldn't move because this woman was too weird. She looked like a living person, but he still couldn't sense her existence with his mind and supernatural powers. To say that she was not a living person, the look in her eyes was shining. But it is very vivid, and it is impossible for the eyes of a dead person to have such a look.

"How could this happen?" Lang Xing stared at the woman standing in the center of the room and asked Yuan Qing, his voice trembling a little because of the shock.

"Don't get close to her, it will trigger a trap." Yuan Qing's tone was obviously anxious and uneasy.

Langxing glanced at the table in front of the woman, and then tightened his grip on Yuan Qing's throat. He was now more and more disgusted with this person who told lies. There were two tables in the room. , one is placed on the east side, which should be the original furnishings in this room. The woman and the table in front of her are in the center of the room. This table and the tea sets and fruits on it are not there. The one that protects the mana is obviously a foreign object, and it seems that there must be people sitting here often. That person is probably Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing was pinched so much that she started to struggle again, which made Lang Xing feel a little happy. He slowly walked into the room, turned to a few cases and looked at the woman.

The house faces north and south, and the woman stands facing the west. She looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with an oval face, big eyes, white teeth and red lips. Her skin is as good as snow, and she is full of youthful agility. She looks like she has just returned. She smiled as brightly as a flower as if she had heard something ridiculous. Her left hand hung down by her body, holding a light green hosta between her orchid fingers. She raised her right hand to her chest to cover her smiling mouth with white teeth.

The woman smiled brightly, but Lang Xing felt chills in his heart. If this woman were a living person, her life would have been taken away at the moment when she was smiling the most. How cruel is this! Looking at the woman's eyes full of smiles and affection, Lang Xing could almost conclude that she was a living person, a dead living person.

"Say..." Langxing looked at the girl, with a fierce light born of regret and compassion in his eyes. He pinched Yuanqing's neck with one hand and grabbed Yuanqing's wrist with the other, twisting hard to make the broken bones touch each other. The friction made a cracking sound.

"Ho...ah..." Yuan Qing

He howled in pain, but his throat was tightly squeezed so that he could only make inarticulate sounds. Drops of cold sweat dripped down his chin and the ends of his hair and pattered onto the table.

"Tell me, how did this happen!" Lang Xing squeezed out these words through his teeth, slightly loosening the hand holding his throat.

"Don't touch her...please..." Yuan Qing gasped and begged.

Lang Xing made a gesture as if he was going to hit the woman, and threatened in a cold voice, "Say it quickly!"

"She is that senior's lover, please don't do this!" Yuan Qing's voice was filled with tears.

This sentence made Lang Xing frown. He could sense that Yuan Qing's care for this woman was sincere. Could it be that things were not what he thought?

"How did she die?" Langxing asked as he carried Yuanqing and walked out of the house. The most important thing now was to find a way out, or a way to deal with the old man. Although he wanted to kill the woman Things are being figured out, but now is clearly not the time.

Yuan Qing shut her mouth tightly again, with a look of despair in her eyes.

Lang Xing did not continue to ask, and rushed up to the second floor with a sullen face. The layout of the second floor was the same as the first floor. He walked straight to the big room on the right. When he saw another beautiful woman sitting here, A few cases later, the coldness that had just dissipated in my heart came back.

The woman sitting behind a few desks was playing with a bright yellow flute in her hand. Her white jade fingers complemented the moist jade flute. What was even more moving than this was her pretty face with the beginning of a smile, the corners of her mouth. There is indescribable joy and passion on the eyebrows, and it seems that he is joking with his lover across from him.

"This is also his lover?!" He asked Yuanqing through gritted teeth.

Yuan Qing's voice became calmer this time, "This involves a secret that I cannot reveal. No matter how you torture me, I will not tell it."

Lang Xing had no time to talk nonsense with him, so he turned around and went up to the third floor. Just like the first two floors, there was also a woman on the third floor. This woman was lying naked on the bed, looking like she was just waking up from a spring sleep, holding her cheek in her hand. He half raised his upper body, with a lazy and carefree attitude, as if he was looking at his lover affectionately. Only his waist and abdomen were covered with a thin gauze, and the infinite spring scenery was very attractive and charming.

Langxing glanced at the woman, then at the table placed in front of the bed. Without saying anything, he frowned and went up to the fourth floor. There were three women in the room on the fourth floor. They were placed side by side. In front of a table, one was dancing gracefully, the other was frowning and thinking, and the third one, known to Langxing, was the Fairy Fanzhi who had abandoned her Taoist friend Mingxuan and followed Yuanqing.

Fairy Fanzhi was still wearing the same snow-white dress with red patterns, her mouth was slightly curled, her beautiful eyes were flying sideways, her playful yet elegant posture was really touching, and she seemed to be expressing disdain for what her lover said. , full of sweetness and joy beyond words.

Langxing silently went up to the fifth floor with mixed emotions. The room on the fifth floor was empty, and he couldn't find anything suspicious. It seemed that there was no way out of the secret realm.

Returning to the room on the fourth floor, Langxing looked at Fairy Fanzhi and said coldly to Yuan Qing, "Tell me again, is that old man from your Zuiqing Palace?"

Yuan Qing gritted her teeth and said not a word. He knew very well that if he continued to deny it now, he would be rewarded with severe torture.

"Killing them at the most touching moment, is this your hobby, or is it a cultivation method of Zuiqing Palace? Are you the cause of all the women in this building?" Lang Xing started to twist Yuan Qing's head again. Two broken arms.