Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The breeze blows, and on the gorgeous peach trees, pieces of peach blossoms fall with the wind, and the fallen flowers are colorful.

In front of the window, he looked at this grand scene with slightly hazy eyes, his eyes full of sadness.

Today, in the small residence in the human world, another strange guest was welcomed.

"Recently, our Jisi City is really a geomantic treasure. This is already the second peerless beauty! But speaking of it, I still like the last one more. She is simply a fairy on earth!"

"Nonsense, this one is more flavorful! That one has too much celestial energy, and this one is the beauty of the golden age!"

"Hiss - tell me, is this person also related to that Emperor Yan?" .??.??

"I think it's 80% correct! With his aura, this guy is definitely a great monk who is all-powerful. If you say there is no relationship between these three people, I definitely don't believe it!"

"Oh my God! If you say so, then this threesome... that man from Di Yan is really happy!"

…

In the small building, the whispers were suppressed extremely low, but in the ears of the monks with advanced cultivation, it was obviously no different from loud shouting.

For example, the person in front of the second floor window.

The woman's body was covered with a black cloak, and her graceful figure could be vaguely seen under the cloak. Under the cloak, there was actually just a short black coat, with such a tight curvature, as if the bulge in front was about to come out. generally.

At the bottom, what can be seen is a pair of black tights, and the long and slender thighs perfectly outline the hot scene.

But in fact, even if you don't look at these, the waterfall-like long wavy hair on the cloak, and the delicate profile of her face wandering out of the window while leaning on her cheeks, are probably enough to attract the attention of everyone here.

The woman is stunning, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

If Fang Lin came back here now, he would definitely be able to recognize this familiar and beautiful face at a glance - Mu Nan Zhi!

Although her clothes have changed, Mu Nanzhi's aura has not diminished at all. Nowadays, this small place in the world is so lively during the day, but within a radius of three meters, not even a single guest is there. No one dared to get close.

And what about Mu Nanzhi? Listening to the clear discussions around her, Mu Nanzhi naturally didn't bother to teach them a lesson. Most of these people were just mortals. Even if some people had a little bit of cultivation, their cultivation in front of her was no better than that of mortals. Half a point is the difference.

But the corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth quickly turned into a frivolous arc, as if she thought of something interesting. Her rosy and pretty little mouth opened slightly, and her self-concerned voice was actually a bit frivolous.

"It's such a blessing...that's true!"

But soon, Mu Nanzhi's eyes were replaced by deep sadness.

The eyes are like water, deep enough to make people fall into it.

"My hair turned gray overnight, and I wore a dark trench coat...what happened to you..."

The muttering quietly disappeared within a foot, and no one could hear how beautiful her voice was.

Mu Nanzhi's eyes gradually became wandering, "Also, the aura left by the Qingyun Sect."

Recalling the deep pit in the valley and the pure violent killing intent, Mu Nanzhi's eyes seemed to look even sadder.

She has been to Qingyun Sect! After Fang Lin's rampage!

"Is it another you? Appeared?"

"Shura... Shura of disaster..."

"Gu Liangwei, if you betray her, even if you are blind and your hair is like snow, I will never let you go!"

…

The heavens and the forbidden lands.

In the darkness, all senses seemed to be infinitely magnified, except for vision.

And in this darkness, two figures sat.

These two people were none other than Fang Lin and the old man Mai.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Fang Lin stayed quietly in the darkness. Fang Lin didn't say anything, and the old man in sackcloth didn't ask anything.

Such a strange but extremely rare tacit understanding seemed extremely harmonious in this darkness. ??

Not long after, Fang Lin finally stood up, his body once again filled with astonishing sword power.

The old man in sackcloth raised his eyes, with a warm smile on his face.

"The road is still long, please don't despair."

Fang Lin's eyes fluctuated slightly, he was silent for a moment, then bowed and saluted the old man in sackcloth.

Although it was only a quarter of an hour, it seemed extremely precious to Fang Lin now.

There were too many secrets in Fang Lin, and Fang Lin couldn't tell anything, and the old man in Mai also cleverly kept silent.

For Fang Lin, having such a short process was actually a great comfort. At least now, Fang Lin felt much calmer.

And this gift was Fang Lin's gratitude to the old man in Mai.

This old man in linen clothes seems to have an indescribable unique temperament about him. This feeling should be called affinity.

The old man smiled kindly, "Go ahead, the road ahead is long, don't look back."

Fang Lin's eyes flickered and he turned around to leave towards the distance.

Suddenly the voice of the old man in sackcloth appeared again, "If you encounter any difficulties, come to the Forbidden Lands of the Heavens."

Fang Lin's steps suddenly stopped.

Coming to find you? Even I can't solve the problem, then come here to find it

you?

Although Fang Lin was somewhat surprised by such confidence, it was more of a warmth.

But, what if I am the enemy of everyone in the world?

The words, submerged in the darkness, did not really appear.

With the flames of war lingering on Fang Lin's body, how could he let these worldly trivialities burn to the forbidden lands of the heavens?

There is pressure everywhere, and darkness is boundless.

But here, it's pretty good.

…

Fang Lin left.

Walking step by step towards the endless darkness.

In the endless darkness, all perceptions seemed to become extremely clear, but when time passed and became blurred, this clarity seemed a bit illusory.

After darkness, there is still darkness.

And in such emptiness, Fang Lin's aura became more and more surging, and Fang Lin's eyes became more and more indifferent and cold.

The endless killing intent formed a shocking wave, sweeping and spreading out towards the surrounding layers.

Even a blood-colored shadow appeared directly on Fang Lin's body. This shadow looked exactly like a shocking giant sword.

Outside the giant sword, there are layers of blood-colored waves that are constantly spreading outward.

The terrifying sword power is like a tide!

In the distance, the old man in sackcloth was still sitting there, but now he raised his head as if feeling something, and looked into the distance along the darkness.

In the endless void, the old man in sackcloth seemed to see the bloody wave in the distance, resisting the crushing darkness, and rising with an iron-blooded killing intent.

The corners of the linen-clad old man's mouth curved up, "Little guy, go boldly. Anything that can't kill you will only make you stronger. There's nothing to be afraid of if it's just a setback!"