After returning to the main house of Fengfu, Fengchen first went to Boyun Courtyard to see his mother, Mrs. Yu.

Mrs. Yu didn't know what was happening on Phoenix Street before, but when she heard about it, she was angry and was about to rush there, but she was stopped by someone from the Great Elder Sect, telling her to relax and not have to come forward to intensify the conflict. It didn't take long for the conflict to end.

And when she saw Fengchen at this moment, she naturally grabbed it and asked what was going on, and while listening, she scolded the four elders, the six elders and others for a bloody head.

Just when she felt that she was not happy and wanted to go to the ancestral hall to scold her face, Fengchen hurriedly pulled her back. It took a long time to persuade her, and finally let her lose her anger.

By the time this unconscious mother stopped making a fuss, when Fengchen returned to his small courtyard, it was already midnight.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Fengchen saw Qingsha tilting her head and taking a nap on a chaise longue. As soon as she heard her own footsteps, she awoke and stared at herself with a pair of wonderful eyes.

"Hmph!" Qingsha got up and walked quickly past Fengchen.

Fengchen only smelled a fragrant wind, and the gate of the small courtyard behind him had been closed by her. When he looked sideways, Qingsha had already turned around and walked to his side.

Qingsha reached out to hold Fengchen's arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and said in a greasy voice: "I didn't come back all night, where did I fool around?"

"Practice. Fengchen looked at the smooth forehead of the green gauze on his shoulder, and the slightly upturned nose that appeared under the forehead.

The girl's body was almost entirely resting on her body, and her arms were palpable with the plumpness and elasticity.

Almost as soon as Qingsha approached, Fengchen only felt that a small ball of fire appeared out of thin air in the center of his eyebrows, blazing extremely hot.

Immediately, this fire mass turned into a line of fire, rushed straight to the Baihui acupoint, and then turned downward, rushed down the back into the lower abdomen dantian, and then split into five. One stayed in the dantian, rotating in a spiral, and the other four rushed into the limbs respectively, and then converged again.

The cycle goes on and on, constantly nourishing its own qi and blood meridians, and even every cell.

And with the appearance of this fire ball, coupled with the body fragrance of green yarn......

Fengchen only felt an inexplicable restlessness rise from his lower abdomen, and a strong desire that was almost crazy appeared in his mind, as if he wanted to immediately strip the green yarn and press it under him, and fiercely conquered, rubbing her whole body into his body.

Fengchen gritted his teeth lightly and stood still.

The green yarn wrapped around his body like a snake, and his body became more and more intimate.

She stood on tiptoe, leaned into Fengchen's ear, and chuckled: "When you came back the day before yesterday, I wanted to see how long you could endure it." After all, young master, you are now a competitor of the Lingtai! But who knows, the young master who has no conscience actually sleeps quietly by himself, and he doesn't come to my room......

Fengchen's face gradually turned red, and even his eyes began to give birth to bloodshots, looking extremely hard.

"Is this the Nine Transformations of the Phantom Spirit?" Fengchen closed his eyes and thought secretly.

Qing Sha's hand, as in the past, gently pressed on his lower back.

Fengchen knew that as long as she urged the source power, the weak and boneless palm would send out a clear air mass, which could not only neutralize the small fire mass and dispel the heat and desires in her body, but also her whole person would feel comfortable and comfortable, and there was a sense of fluttering immortals.

This kind of pleasure is even incomparable to the love of men and women.

Once, this was Fengchen's favorite game, but at this moment, he grabbed Qingsha's wrist with his backhand, shook his head and said, "I want to try again." ”

As he spoke, Fengchen sat on the recliner under Qingsha's somewhat surprised gaze, closed his eyes, and carefully experienced the raging power in his body.

Qingsha has a secret.

What she cultivates is evil and demonic skills.

And this point, Fengchen has known since the day he picked up the green yarn and woke her up.

For Fengchen, Qingsha has nothing to hide except for never mentioning her life experience. Even if such a thing as cultivating demonic skills is an absolute taboo in the Heavenly Dao Continent, once it is known, she will immediately end up with death and soul, and she will tell it calmly.

In Qingsha's opinion, she has already died once.

Therefore, this life is Fengchen's.

That day, when she opened her eyes, she saw for the first time the boy who was a little haggard and a little surprised, proudly declaring that she was already his maidservant and gave herself the name Qingsha, she decided that the life of "Qingsha" would be his from now on.

If he can't accept it, then he will just die again.

I don't know if it should be gratifying, or it's a pity, but she bet right.

Although Fengchen's face was bluffed at that time, in the end, this prodigal young man still gritted his teeth and took everything down.

And since then, he has kept this secret strictly and never leaked it.

It was also on that day that Qingsha absorbed a spiritual blood from Fengchen's eyebrows and planted it on her body.

This is a method called the Heavenly Demon Blood Dafa.

Originally, this kind of evil method was used by evil demons to control others. They plant their spiritual blood into others like a seed, turning it into their own furnace. From then on, the other party's cultivation was all based on this drop of spiritual blood, and the higher the realm, the greater the benefit for the blood planter.

Not only can they extract the source power and qi and blood of the furnace tripod at any time and use it to replenish themselves, but with just one thought, they can let the spiritual blood leave the furnace and return to their own body.

For them, it is like taking a great tonic elixir that has been warmed and nurtured for many years, which can greatly improve their skills.

For Lu Ding, it is like a salary from the bottom of the kettle.

The extracted spiritual blood would not only take away the source power that they had worked hard to cultivate for many years, but also, the spiritual roots that belonged to them in their bodies would also wither.

If the blood planters are more vicious, they can even kill them directly.

But Qingsha turned around, and used the blood cultivation Dafa on her body, which was equivalent to stuffing her fate directly into Fengchen's hands.

Fengchen's memories are wandering endlessly.

It's like a bystander, watching a boy who hates dogs and a demon girl who can't see the light, relying on each other in this small courtyard.

"Two fools!" Fengchen scolded softly in his heart.

As the fire ball wandered away, the heat in the body became more and more intense. That invisible force was like a wildfire, almost setting the whole person on fire.

And the desires in the brain caused by the changes in the body are also becoming more and more intense.

Fengchen knew that this was the influence of Qingsha's Ghost Spirit Nine Transformation Demon Skill, as well as the spiritual blood he had left in her body.

The Nine Turns of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill is an extremely domineering exercise.

This kind of magic skill is not only extremely powerful, and it enters the realm extremely quickly, but it is also a kind of flattering skill by nature.

Both men and women, once they practice to the depths, their gestures will naturally exude an irresistible charm. The man is handsome and chic, so that women inexplicably give birth to admiration, while women are delicate and charming, which makes men fascinated and lustful.

In the Heavenly Dao Continent, many sect masters died under this demonic skill.

Some people are in turmoil when they fight, and they are taken advantage of by the other party. Others, on the other hand, are simply seduced by the other party, and finally willingly be driven by the other party and fall into the devil's path.

Therefore, the Nine Transformations of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill has always been an extremely evil evil art in the eyes of the righteous people of the Heavenly Dao Continent, and once they meet a cultivator of this skill, they can't help but say that they will kill it directly.

And Qingsha's cultivation of the Nine Turns of the Demon Spirit, because it is based on Fengchen's spiritual blood, therefore, when she gets close to Fengchen, Fengchen will have a sense.

Especially when Qing Sha reversed the Heavenly Demon Seed Blood Dafa and used her own blood qi to input into Feng Chen's body to nourish and improve his physique, this kind of induction was particularly strong. Not only is the blood churning and hot and unbearable, but also, the Nine Turns of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill will produce a strong desire that will impact the mind.

Thinking of this, Fengchen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the eyes of outsiders, there are only two people in the small courtyard, he and Qingsha, and Qingsha is obedient to him, and even sleeps together at night, so you can imagine what the relationship between the two is.

But only Fengchen himself knows that Fengchen, who was wandering and wandering before, has everything between him and Qingsha, but he didn't break the last level.

The Nine Turns of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill cannot be broken before it is completed. At that time, Fengchen was extremely disgusted with martial arts cultivation, coaxing non-stop, and retreating, so although the two slept in the same bed every night, Qingsha just used this method of forcing the blood of the heavenly demons to nourish his body.

When Fengchen recalls it now, he can't help but admire his former self.

After the chaotic baptism of green yarn every night, his physique is strong, but the Nine Turns of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill is so domineering, and he has no source power at all, so he can't resist the influence of this power at all, even if there is only a little left in the body, it is like an aphrodisiac.

But I can't get vent, and the result can be imagined.

And Qingsha is also a person who doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, just be good to him, and ignore everything else.

It can be said that half of Fengchen's reputation for being lascivious and lascivious in the past came from himself, and the other half came from Qingsha!

However, the previous Fengchen was unable to dissolve this force on its own.

And now......

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed, and Fengchen found that although the power of Qi and blood that Qingsha had injected into his body had not weakened, its impact on himself had reached its limit.

"In other words, even if I don't use the source power, I can endure it. With a number in his heart, Fengchen began to run the Great Method.

As the source force flowed, he found that where the source force passed, the blood qi was actually integrated into the source force in a trace.

It is also nourishing the qi and blood meridians, but the feeling of dryness and heat in the body has slowly disappeared, and at the same time, the evil desire has gradually faded.

And so it was.

The corners of Fengchen's mouth hooked up a smile.

Through the fragments of memory in his mind, he already knew that the Great Yan Jue was eclectic and inclusive. It can compete and integrate all exercises. Sure enough, even the Demon Dao Peerless Skill such as the Nine Transformations of the Phantom Spirit Demon Skill was no exception.

And......

Fengchen opened his eyes.

Qingsha was squatting in front of Fengchen, looking at him cautiously, seeing that he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, without the slightest hint of pain and desire, and he couldn't help but let out a surprised "huh".

And before she could react, Fengchen had already stretched out his hand, and his thumb gently stroked her eyebrows. returned a little bit of qi and blood that had been refined by the Great Yan Technique.

Qingsha was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, her eyes suddenly widened: "This is ......"

Feng Chen didn't know that Qing Sha reversed the Heavenly Demon Blood Dafa to nourish his body, but in fact, he would lose his own qi and blood every time, and at the same time slow down his cultivation progress. Normally, at least half of the cultivation movement of a week is used to compensate for the previous loss.

Qingsha never told Fengchen. She just did it willingly.

But what she didn't expect was that this time, without having to make a move herself, Fengchen would lose back the qi and blood she gave him, and there was also a far greater power in it than when she sent it.

This power is so pure and rich. It feels like a great tonic elixir!

Qingsha didn't dare to slack off, so she quickly calmed down, ran the exercises, and digested Fengchen's gift. It was only after half an hour that she breathed a sigh of relief and regained her senses.

She opened her eyes and looked at Fengchen.

Fengchen also looked at him.

Qingsha suddenly pursed her mouth with an aggrieved face, sat on Fengchen's lap, pulled his hand to hold herself, and then put her head into his arms, burying her face in silence.

"What's wrong?" Fengchen asked curiously.

"You're great now," Qingsha said in a muffled voice, "You don't need me anymore, do you?"

Fengchen couldn't cry or laugh: "Who said that?"

"It's not ......," Qingsha said gloomily: "You can solve the Heavenly Demon Blood by yourself now." ”

"What does this have to do with me not wanting you?" Windmill didn't understand Qingsha's logic at all.

"Originally," Qingsha's head was slightly sideways, her face was against Fengchen's chest, and her fingers gently picked at his chest, as if she was picking at the mottled wall, and muttered in her mouth, "I thought that I wouldn't give you a solution on the night when I completed my magic work......"

Fengchen opened his mouth, then swallowed with difficulty.

Qingsha listened to his chaotic heartbeat that was not angry at all, her eyes were curved, and a snickering smile appeared on her lips.

At that time, the bright moon hung high, and the small courtyard was quiet and picturesque.

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