Yang Wu understood in an instant.
The last time she took the Windward Pill was half a month before she was expelled from the Changtian Sect.
The effect of the Windward Pill is about two months, and the difference between before and after is only five days.
In this way, she hid in the ancestral hole, and more than a month had passed, and she hid here, not feeling the passage of time at all.
Qingjun was also a little surprised.
When Yang Wu changed, he was lying next to her to rest, with a tail covering her as a quilt.
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and watched the mortal girl shrink into a cub.
"You're a cub, do you know," he laughed with schadenfreude, "I don't know, do you?"
This mortal woman is stained with the lustful aura of the Divine Monarch from the inside out, and there is no doubt that she has already enjoyed with the Divine Monarch.
If the Divine King knew that she was a cub, he would never have done this to her.
At the beginning, in order to please the gods, some people offered beautiful young concubines.
Shenjun obviously hates this, and the end of the person who offers beauty is really not good, and no one dares to do this again.
"There is nothing more ugly than this."
Divine Monarch Road.
Yang Wu knew that the "Divine Monarch" in the fox's mouth was referring to Chong Xin.
But that incident was both embarrassing and embarrassing for Yang Wu and Chong Xin.
Both of them later avoided talking about those days in Xiaoqiankun.
She watched the fox smile happily like this, and knew that this monster's three views, discipline and bottom line were definitely not on the same level as Chong Xin.
Come to think of it, he looks like a human, but in fact he is just a brute.
She closed her eyes and ignored him.
Qingjun couldn't laugh anymore.
When he thought that such a god monarch was blinded and pampered a young hime, and he didn't know what his face would turn blue when he learned the truth, he wanted to roll on the ground and laugh.
"Come on, let me see, does he know" he said, his hands emitted blue light, enveloping Yang Wu.
Qingjun didn't see Shenjun's face turn blue as expected, his own face turned green first.
This mortal woman was a visitor from another world and was reincarnated here.
Then the first two men traced back to were not gods, so he put up with it.
As a result, the third man is not a god yet This woman, what position does she put the Divine Monarch on, Qingjun's face is a bit like her name.
With the experience of the previous two times, Yang Wu had already been mentally prepared when he saw the man with dark golden hair and dark green eyes appearing this time.
"Who is this?"
Qingjun asked angrily.
Yang Wu looked at the man quietly, and after a long time, he replied, "The one who has beloved." ” Since the last time the man who was parasitized by the alien, Qingjun has been happy to watch Yang Wu's liveliness.
Although this man was not a god, he also confiscated the illusion.
Yang Wu was able to look back on her life with that man.
Finally, it was in front of the door again.
I faintly heard the joyful moans in the door.
Qingjun stood beside her and asked, "Why don't you go in?"
Yang Wudao: "What do you do when you go in, beat him, scold him, or cry to him" is meaningless at all.
Qingjun couldn't understand these options at all: "Of course bite the female, bite her to death, and no one will compete with you." ” Yang Wu: "" Sure enough, there are some things that are completely uncommunicative between different races.
She ignored Qingjun who was trying to watch a good show on her side, and just looked at the door quietly.
After a long time, she smiled with relief.
Because of that door, it won't make her mood fluctuate anymore.
Those things were left in her previous life.
She took a step towards the door, and the illusion vanished as she walked through it.
She's gone through.
"It's really boring," Qingjun said, disappearing into shape.
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Halfway through his disappearance, he suddenly reappeared, threatening: "The next one is not the Divine Monarch who will kill you."
Yang Wu turned a deaf ear.
When he is gone, everything returns to darkness.
She was still bound by the threads of his lust.
She held a handful of silk threads in her hand and forced.
The threads tightened.
After a long time, there was a slight sound in the darkness, as if something had broken.
When Qingjun appeared again, Yang Wu knew that time had passed again.
Qingjun was already a little unbearable for Yang Wu.
Every woman he knows is not a wholehearted Ashen-king.
If the gods wanted their lives or souls, they would happily and willingly give them away.
Only this old and young woman, looking back on the past, was able to let him chase three men.
This kind of result will occur under this kind of spell, which means that she still has those men in her heart.
It's just unbearable There are even women who will pretend to be other men in their hearts after being favored by the gods.
If he hadn't seen it in person, Qingjun would never have believed it "Tell you," his face was cold, and a cyan light appeared between his hands, "not this time, it will make your soul fly away" The blue light spread, enveloping Yang Wu, a moment later Dissipated.
The retrospective spell failed.
Qingjun was stunned.
The corners of Yang Wu's mouth were slightly hooked.
"You'll see it," she said.
She flipped the palm of her hand, held a big handful of lustful silk threads, and pulled violently, "increase" The sound was endless, like the strings breaking and the threads that had bound Yang Wu for a long time were torn off by her She sat up, ripped off the thread around her neck, then bent down and held the thread at her ankle until she stood up again, no longer without an inch, and her neat clothes appeared on her.
She took a step forward, and the broken threads that were still wrapped around her slipped and disappeared in mid-air.
This spiritual wrestling ended in the failure of Qingjun's charm technique.
It was the mortal woman who won.
Qingjun stared at the disappearing threads, and after a while, he raised his eyes and praised: "She is worthy of being the woman favored by the Divine Monarch." ” This kind of argument makes Yang Wu greasy.
She hated Qingjun to the core, and when she took a step forward, she shouted: "Get out" Get out of here, get out of here, go out, go out A huge echo suddenly sounded in the ancestral space, and Qingjun was shocked and took a step back.
The corners of Yang's lips curled.
Sure enough, as she thought, this ancestral space belonged to her Qingjun didn't expect this mortal girl to be able to find these ways.
He remembered that the Divine Monarch had said that although those mortals lived a short life, they could mature rapidly in their limited lives.
Yang Wu was forced by him to retreat into his ancestral art, forced to look back on his life, forced to face the pain he wanted to forget the most, and the embarrassment he was most unwilling to face.
Day and night, wrestling with the charm of the demon king Qingjun.
This is equivalent to putting Yang Wu's heart on the casting platform, hammering day and night, and refining night and night Yang Wuna once had a lot of soft hearts, and he was forced to turn into a hardness like a hundred steels She knew in her heart that out of this ancestral trick, she was still a weak mortal, and she couldn't afford to be lightly pressed by his fingers.
But she didn't plan to live anymore, she was honing here, and gradually understood and mastered her ancestral know-how, she had already decided to force Qingjun out, and then close her ancestral know-how.
Her body would probably turn into a vegetative person, or be killed by him in anger, no matter what, as long as she didn't let her face this beast again, she had no regrets.
She took another step and shouted, "Get out" Roll on Qingjun was shocked and took another step back.
His figure was already a little dark.
This is Yang Wu's home field, and Yang Wu is the master.
He is here as a guest, and unless he takes her body, he will definitely be forced to retreat by her.
Qingjun sensed her intentions, but the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile.
"If I leave, you will only be a mortal for the rest of your life."
He looked at her and said.
Yang Wu sneered.
Is this trying to tempt her with something like cultivation Charm this kind of thing, sure enough, not only lust, but also the weakness in people's hearts can be used.
After being together for such a period of time, she didn't know how long it was, and it was impossible for him not to see her strong desire to become stronger.
"Look up."
She said calmly, "I don't know anything." ” She had already given up her desire to cultivate.
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The fox laughed, looking extremely hateful.
"What if you don't know anything.
Do you know that our demon clan doesn't have such a thing as a spirit aperture at all.
And another difference between us and the Terrans is that we are born with divine sense.
How," he laughed, "doesn't that sound familiar." ” It's not just familiar, it can be applied to Yang Wu's body.
Yang Wu's gaze sharpened.
"Most of our demon clans rely on bloodline inheritance and natural cultivation."
Qingjun said slowly, "A powerful race with noble bloodlines will cultivate quickly.
A charm fox like me with mixed blood may not be able to cultivate into a big demon in a lifetime. ” "So, my lord created a set of exercises for me."
"Do you want it?"
Qingjun's voice was full of seduction.
Yang Wu sneered: "How can you guarantee that the exercises of the demon clan will allow me to cultivate, you have tried it before" "Nope.
So I can't guarantee it.
Qingjun said calmly, "Where can I go to find a mortal who has no spiritual aperture, but has divine sense, and try it first."
Qingjun is telling the truth.
He said that Yang Wuke cultivated the Demon Dao, purely theoretically, and there was no argument to support it.
But this did not prevent him from throwing such a big bait to lure Yang Wu.
"You can not believe it, just be a mortal, just like now" Qingjun laughed heartily.
"How about it, do you want to make this deal with me?"
What it is like now The body is not up to itself, and the life is not up to it.
If you suffer unbearable things, you can't get rid of them if you want to die That's enough Yang Wu had to admit that the temptation of "cultivation" was really too great for her.
When Qingjun smiled and asked if she wanted to make this deal with him, the word "want" rolled on the tip of her tongue.
Yang Wu's initial refusal to reveal Chong Xin's information stemmed from Zhou Ji's death at the hands of Qingjun.
This made her misunderstand that Qingjun and Chong Xin were enemies.
Let her betray Chong Xin in exchange for her own safety, she can't do such things.
Later, she retreated to her ancestral knot for an unknown amount of time, and obtained more information from her contact with Qingjun.
She had come to understand that things were very different from what she had originally thought.
Chong Xin should be the reincarnation of a powerful big man called "God Monarch" by Qingjun.
This Divine Monarch is likely to be Qingjun's former master.
If you think about it this way, a lot of things make sense.
For him, a sanctimonious guy like Chong Yu did the dirty thing of urging the eldest and youngest daughters.
For him, Chong Qi didn't dare to accept apprentices, but only dared to recognize him as a junior brother.
For an illusory "catastrophe", you have to take her life indiscriminately.
And he said that he was "ordered" to take care of Chong Xin.
He is the head of the Changtian Sect, what kind of identity can make him "accept" the order They were so nervous and impulsive, it had long made her feel disagreeable.
Chongxin itself is even more extraordinary.
He married at the age of seventeen, which amazed the cultivation realm.
He has a small world with him, the world is free, and all things can grow.
According to him, monks usually have to wait until they are in the period of union before they have the ability to open up a small world.
Now that the matter of the reincarnation of the Divine Monarch has been revealed, everything that doesn't make sense has become reasonable.
But, how can she deserve to be a mortal because of all this, does she deserve to be a mortal to suffer in circles, everything she suffered today, tracing back to the root, turned out to be on Chong Xin's body The word "want", rolling on the tip of the tongue, has to be exported.
In front of him, Zhou Ji's face flashed.
She remembered how the boy had bloomed into a blood-colored flower, and whether she was now going to make a deal with his killer for her own benefit, which she didn't know was true of In life, there are trade-offs and trade-offs.
There are some things that can be compromised, conceded, subservient, and even falsely wronged.
Some can't be returned, can't be let go, and they will be folded when they are folded.
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In this life, she has completely lost interest.
It's over, and it's not a big deal.
She raised her eyes, her gaze was already firm and clear, and the word "no" was about to come out.
Qingjun pulled out a smile and said, "Deal" Yang Wu's heart sank, but it was already too late.
As early as the brief moment when she hesitated, Qingjun's fingertips had already drawn out a line of extremely dim blue light, quietly seeping into her ghostly essence.
It was like stroking countless strings, and finally, he accurately found the one he wanted, hooked it, and wiped it Yang Wu only felt that the white light flashed, and the jade curtain in front of her was already very familiar to her.
Qingjun had already passed her, lifted the jade curtain, and walked in.
Yang Wu's figure was obviously not moving, but what he saw in front of him followed Qingjun into the depths of the scene.
Her familiar bedroom, the familiar couch, the green silk tent was half hanging, and the handsome young man leaned on the couch and raised his eyes to look at her.
He threw down the scroll in his hand, stood up, and said, "Come here." ” When she first arrived that day, she was completely unfamiliar with him, and she only felt that the young man on the couch was indifferent from above.
Now, she knows everything about him, and under his expressionless pretended coldness, there is clearly a bit of nervousness that she doesn't know what to do.
He said expressionlessly, "Did Senior Brother tell you what to do?"
These visions are memories, exactly the same as what happened that day.
Yang Wu had already passed aside, and she stepped forward and stood beside Qingjun.
Qingjun looked at the handsome young man infatuatedly, and tears suddenly slipped on his face.
Yang Wu then confirmed that Chong Xin was indeed the "Divine Monarch" that Qingjun kept mentioning.
She was captured by this beast, suffered this scene, a humiliation, and in the end, it was because of Chong Xin.
Illusions change scenes.
Yang Wu revisited how he planned carefully and seduced quietly.
The young Daojun fell little by little, and the gentleness in his eyes couldn't be dissolved.
Reliving all this, Yang Wu was calm and unwavering.
Qingjun's eyes were a little colder.
In the end, they found themselves in a vast grassland.
There are mountains in the distance, a lake nearby, and flowering fruit trees on the edge of the lake.
There are men and women under the tree, and the curtain is on the ground.
"A small world."
Qingjun looked around and muttered.
This illusion is too real, as if he is really in Chong Xin's small world.
Even the night wind blew on your face.
Even Yang Wu couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
About those few days, the few days when she hid in Xiao Qiankun with Chong Xin and was presumptuous were really a few days when she was relaxed and happy from the bottom of her heart after she came into contact with this cultivation world.
"Five, five" Above the meadow under the tree, the young man does the most primitive swooping and deep diving in the body of the beloved woman.
When he was emotional, he buried himself deep in her and whispered her name.
The snow-white arm climbed up to his neck, and the woman's soft voice responded to him: "Daojun" He kissed her on the lips and whispered, "Call my name."
Chong Xin does not have a common name, since he came to Changtian Sect, he was given the Taoist name Chong Xin.
"Chong Xin" is his name.
She then chuckled, hugged him tightly, and called him close to his ear: "Chong Xin" The illusion dissipated in an instant.
"Chong, Xin, Dao, Jun" In the dark space, Qingjun's voice echoed.
"Hey," he let out a long exhalation.
Yang Wumeng turned around.
Up and down, left and right, there was no Qingjun's figure, and there was no light in the ancestral aperture, and it was pitch black.
Qingjun opened his eyes, raised his head, and left Yang Wu's forehead.
Without pity, he threw the little girl in his arms on the bed, grabbed her shoulder, and with a "stab" sound, he tore off one of her sleeves and grabbed the green jade arm on her arm, and forcibly infused her divine sense Like this kind of magic weapon, it needs to be refined by divine consciousness before it can recognize the master.
If a monk obtains a magic weapon that has already confessed to the Lord, it will take a few days to a few months to erase the original divine consciousness and refine it again with his own divine consciousness.
After recognizing the master, this kind of non-natal magic weapon can only be sensed within a certain distance.
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Especially the storage magic weapon, if you are far away, you will lose contact.
Compressed spaces cannot be stacked.
One storage weapon cannot be put into another storage magic weapon, so the storage magic weapon will be made into a shape such as rings, bracelets, jade pendants, brocade bags and even hairpin rings that can be worn with you.
The arm is worn on Yang Wu's arm, and this way of wearing it closely, the inductive connection between the owner and the magic weapon is the strongest.
Qingjun forcibly poured his divine sense into his arm, which was tantamount to hitting the back of Yang Wu's head with a big stick Yang Wu, who was hiding in the ancestral aperture and had closed his five senses, only felt a sharp pain like a pinprick in his head, and was instantly forced out of the ancestral aperture.
When he opened his eyes, he was choked by Qingjun's neck and lifted up The outside world doesn't know how long it has been, and her body has recovered into a little girl.
Qingjun was originally slender, but when she was seduced by the appearance of a tough man, her body also became majestic.
Her height was only up to his chest.
He grabbed his neck and lifted it, and kicked his feet a few times, but he couldn't reach the mattress.
"You woman, how dare you" Qingjun's eyes were red, his ears had grown blue hair, and he stood up, and there were fangs sticking out of his mouth, obviously very angry.
"Shenjun loves you, you dare to deceive him and live up to his affection," he was furious.
If Qingjun hadn't promised the Divine Monarch, he would have killed Yang Wu at this time.
He has lived for thousands of years, and he has never seen women love God without regrets, and they can't wait to give him their lives.
For him, there is no one in the world who does not love God, which is a proposition that does not need to be considered.
He never imagined that there would be a woman in this world who would dare to deceive the true heart of the Divine Monarch with false affection Although Chong Xin is only the reincarnation of the Divine Monarch who has not yet awakened, for Qingjun, he is the act of the Divine Monarch Yang Wu that makes him angry "How dare you not love the Divine King," he bared his teeth and glared.
Yang Wu was choked by his neck, it was difficult to breathe, and his hands tightly grasped his arms.
Hearing this, he gritted his teeth and smiled: "Your god monarch, you love him, you love him so much that you want to kneel and lick it, whatever you want."
"But why do you want me to love him too?"
"Your god is not the world of the sun, so you don't revolve around him" "I" As Qingjun's hand tightened, Yang Wu's breathing became more and more difficult, her face turned red and purple, and she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth.
"Bias" "Just" "No" "Love" There was no oxygen in his lungs, and his eyes were black.
The hand that grabbed Qingjun's arm gradually weakened Yang Wu, happy to wait for death.
You can't bully them, the god king grabbed the skin on the back of his neck and lifted him up, and taught him a lesson with a straight face.
They are all beautiful lives, but unfortunately they are too weak, and it is not easy to live in this world.
Be extra kind.
Qingjun was so angry with Yang Wu that he almost strangled her.
But he always remembered that he had promised the Divine Monarch not to harm those weak mortals.
He threw Yang Wu on the bed, his chest heaving in anger, and his fangs sticking out.
Yang Wu crouched at his feet, gasping for air and coughing violently.
She didn't die, and I don't know how this vixen will humiliate and torture her next.
Unexpectedly, Qingjun lifted his hem and squatted down beside her.
His face had been restored to a handsome and tough man's face, and only a pair of eyes glowed with a ghostly light, looking at Yang Wu faintly.
Suddenly, his two fingers came together and poked at the center of her eyebrows Before Yang Wu's hypoxic headache disappeared, a string of information rushed in from her eyebrows and forcibly imprinted in her mind.
"This is a good exercise, give it to you, you give me a good practice" Qingjun said, "Haven't you always wanted to avenge that companion of you, wait until you become stronger, just come to me." ” Yang Wu's mind was in pain again.
She broke free from the Qingjun Charm Technique today, and she had already consumed a lot of energy, and she couldn't hold it anymore and fainted.
Qingjun stood up, took out a long turquoise knife from his storage magic weapon, and threw it at his feet.
With a "hum", he kicked Yang Wu who was pressing on his instep away, and turned to leave.
Go, mortal girl, cultivate.
When you become a monk, you come to me.
The Divine Monarch favors mortals and does not allow others to harm them easily. but they do not care about the affairs of the monks.
Between monks and monks, the law of the jungle and natural selection is a law that even the gods must abide by.
When you become a monk, I will kill you, and I will not break my promise to the Divine King.
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