Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Hong Yan was stunned for a moment, then she gently touched the storage ring on her other hand with her index finger. In the blink of an eye, a porcelain bottle only as big as her thumb appeared on the table.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

"What is this?" Chen Mo suddenly became interested.

"Drunk to the Immortal, a relatively common wine." Hongyan said, her face flushed, "This wine is specially used to deal with those chaste and fierce women. As long as you drink four or five drops, it will last up to half an hour. The body will be burned with desire and must have intercourse with the opposite sex, and at that time, the mind will be occupied by the soaring lust, and it often takes only an hour or two to wake up. "

Speaking of this, she glanced at the tied female cultivator beside her, shook her head, and continued:

"The drug of drunkenness is very powerful, and it is recovered through venting. The body is almost weak and weak. Within three to five days, I can only collapse on the bed. However, if you take the antidote, you can cure it at any time."

"Do you have an antidote?" Chen Mo asked.

"The stewards of Wenxiang Pavilion have them. This thing is not a secret, but there are never many." Hongyan thought for a moment, "It is said that it was bought from Zuiyu Pavilion in Changyunzhou."

Chen Mo took it, pulled out the cork and smelled it gently. Almost instantly his eyes became blurred, and an uncontrollable unknown fire rose from three inches below his dantian.

He looked at Hongyan, and the charm of a mature and beautiful woman became more and more intense.

Unexpectedly!

It’s incredible how powerful it can be after just one sniff!

Just when Chen Mo was desperately suppressing the desire in his body, Hong Yan turned over her hand and took out a milky white candle stick, and gently touched it on his nose, sending a stream of coolness straight to his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness returned to normal.

"Fellow Daoist Chen! Hongyan deserves to die!"

Hongyan said with a smile.

Although she really wanted to take advantage of him, business was more important.

After recovering, Chen Mo turned to look at Guan Ying and asked, "Can you still deceive him like this?"

"It can... it can! It can definitely be done! As long as there is a spiritual stone."

Now, this can be regarded as her last hope. If she can't do it, she will be cut off piece by piece. When she is awake, she will watch herself being eaten by pigs bit by bit!

"You are waiting at home."

Chen Mo was not in a hurry to let Hongyan leave, he had to let her wait here!

After that, he took the drunkenness and the antidote, picked up Guan Ying, who had only one arm and one leg, and galloped away with the long sword on his back.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the spirit pool, Chen Mo dropped two drops into the opponent's mouth, and then directly threw him down from a height of several hundred feet.

Guan Ying, who is now disabled, is still a monk no matter how bad she is.

Before falling to the ground, she tried hard to calm down her restless passion and stabilize her falling figure.

After a while, he stumbled to the door of Yan Ronglin's house.

Before she could knock on the door, a figure flashed out, and a dry hand hooked into a claw instantly grabbed her throat.

"What else are you doing here!"

"Me? Why did I come?" Guan Ying smiled sadly. She said with a smile like she was crazy, "Because of you, he cut off my arm and broke my right leg! Because of you, I became He looks like a ghost! What did I say I was here for?"

Yan Ronglin sneered, but still let go.

"What? He still doesn't want to break the shoes?"

"you!"

"Sexual desire is nothing more than an appearance!"

Having said that, Guan Ying, who had just put on her clothes, was torn apart again.

However, the picture he imagined did not appear. Yan Ronglin just snorted and returned to the house.

Behind him, the female cultivator, who was physically disabled but strong-willed, jumped in with one foot.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do this time?"

"I lured Chen Mo here. He is not at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but at the fifth level!"

"What?!" Yan Ronglin's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what the other party said.

"Master Jiang sent me and another monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining to assassinate him, but I never expected that the other party actually hid his strength!" Guan Ying clenched a hand, and veins popped out on her forehead, "Yes He! Cut off an arm and a thigh of mine! And now he’s threatening me to trick you into drinking poisoned wine!”

"Where is he now?" Yan Rongrin suddenly became alert.

If the other party is really at the fifth level of Qi refining, then he must be careful!

Although I am not afraid of him, I cannot be careless and capsize my boat in the gutter.

"Just outside."

The next moment, Yan Ronglin used the power of shrinking the ground to a foot and ran out.

In an instant, he saw a familiar figure standing above him, and then, Chen Mo cursed angrily!

"Okay! You Guan Ying, how dare you betray me, I want to see how you die!"

As he spoke, the long sword cut through the sky and disappeared.

Yan Ronglin's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Sword repair!

A spiritual husband is actually a sword cultivator!

It has even reached the point of flying with a sword, which is really incredible.

Now, he also knows that he and Chen Mo have reached the point where they will fight to the death. If he offends such a person, he will be worried all the time in the future!

Yan Ronglin's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

At this moment, he didn't feel any pleasure from Guan Ying's surrender, and his heart was full of anxiety.

The opponent moved away with his sword, but he could not catch up. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual fisherman at the sixth level of Qi Refining returned again.

After returning home, Yan Ronglin smashed the chair with one palm to vent his anger.

"You! You actually asked me to offend a sword cultivator!"

"Heh!" Guan Ying looked miserable, "My arms, my thighs."

This is her price!

While she was talking, she stopped suppressing her desires, and her white body gradually turned red.

"It's this Zui Yu Xian, I've been poisoned, and the antidote is only in Wen Xiang Pavilion." She put the red bottle of medicine on the table and said.

Yan Ronglin didn't open it, but frowned.

He picked up the kettle on the table and drank it in big gulps.

"You can get out!"

"Where else can I go?"

Guan Ying's body had begun to drip, and her whole body was shaking.

"Get out!"

How could Yan Ronglin care about the other party's life or death at this moment?

What is Zui Yu Xian? He was still very clear that without the antidote, even if he squeezed his old body dry, it would be unlikely to satisfy the other party's desire.

Yes!

Wen Xiang Pavilion has the antidote.

But will Song Yunxi give it?

Can distant water save nearby fire?

What's more, why should he save?

"Please, please, give it to me..." Guan Ying was already slurring her words.

"Get out!" Yan Ronglin said angrily, "If you don't leave, you'll die here!"

Finally, Guan Ying gritted her teeth and jumped out of the other's house with one leg.

One step, two steps... Gradually, her body began to become weak and powerless. Just as she was about to fall, a strong, rich, and mouth-watering male scent appeared in front of her.

At the moment when she was still conscious, she heard the man's question:

"Did he drink?"