There is a 10,000-year-old ice cave in the north of the Empty Realm, and it is said that there is an ice vein underneath, which will cause the cold ice to linger for 10,000 years, and the cold atmosphere is overwhelming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it is an ordinary person, if it is not close to here, it will be stiff, and if it is a low-level monk, it can only hold on to it for a quarter of an hour. Even if a distraction period cultivator like Wushuang wants to protect his heart in it, he still has to cultivate, and he can't do it for more than three hours.

The place chosen by Sword Lin to suppress the aura is here.

The two of them took advantage of the night to leave the inn and arrived at the ice cave, which was a pool of water, but the lake was completely frozen. There is no grass within a radius of 100 miles, only a bare patch, and the ice cave does not know how deep it is, but now what can be known is that there is a cave under the ice cave.

The reason why Jian Lin chose this ice cave as his cultivation place was because of the perennial cold ice here and the oppressive temperature here. Only such an environment can calm down his violent breath and regain his composure little by little.

"Is this it?" Wushuang hugged his arms, felt the temperature around him, and added a layer of warmth spell to himself, and then asked Jian Lindao.

Jian Lin observed his surroundings and said, "It's still a little close, I should have to go inside a little more." ”

"Oh......" Wushuang followed his footsteps and didn't stop until he reached the center of the ice cave.

Jian Lin chose a place, took off his outer robe, and only wore a thin undershirt, and told Wushuang to pay attention to his situation at any time, help him inject some spiritual energy if necessary, and react at any time, he took out the cultivation he had prepared to understand the pill resources, etc., and jumped into a pile of ice cubes.

Half of his body was immersed in the ice, and from Wushuang's current angle, he could only see his head and shoulders exposed on the ice. As the power in his body worked, wisps of black mist condensed from the ice, and then entered his body in small ways.

I don't know if it's because of the current environment, those black mist that I can't usually see at all now show their own form, they hover around Jian Lin's body, and revolve around the operation of the magic power in his body.

This is the difference between the people of the Immortal Dao in the cultivation realm and the people in the Demon Gate. The people in the immortal sect cultivate spiritual power, and absorb the purest spiritual energy from heaven and earth, while the people of the demon path cultivate magical power, and what they absorb from nature is also biased towards dark ** qi, among which the flesh and blood qi and the resentment qi are the most obvious, but they are also the most hopeless one.

In addition, there is also the demonic qi of demon cultivation, the Buddha qi of Buddha cultivation, and even the sword qi emitted by the sword cultivator, and the aroma of the pill...... The cultivation world is all made up of qi, and whether you can cultivate or not depends on whether you can use those qi.

Wisps of demonic qi swirled around Jian Lin's body, and Wushuang noticed that in addition to the black color it originally had, these demonic qi were also mixed with some red, and Wushuang's heart was not good. The normal demonic qi is pure black, the kind of color that is extremely black, but what Jian Lin has absorbed now is mixed with blood red.

This kind of power is generally bloody qi, and it is also the color of the flesh and blood he used before, such a power will be even more violent, and the danger is also very great.

Those black-red demonic qi swirled around Jianlin, in addition to the demonic qi he had absorbed from near the ice cave, there was also the chaotic demonic qi in his body, they were entangled, you hooked me, I hooked you......

There are more and more demonic qi, and the breath is becoming more and more chaotic, seeing Jian Lin's brows furrowing more and more, and his expression becoming more and more painful, Wushuang gritted his teeth and shot out a wisp of qi from the palm of his hand.

It stands to reason that Wushuang's cultivation is the Immortal Dao, and the condensation of power is also aura, spiritual power, which is just the opposite of this magic power, and it is also exactly the opposite. If she made such a rash move, it was possible that not only would not change Jian Lin's situation, but would also make his situation even more sinister.

However, when that silver-white qi approached Jian Lin, it was as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and he rushed forward excitedly, entangled the black and red demonic qi around Jian Lin, and intertwined with each other.

The wisps of winding, gradually, the red in the demonic qi became lighter and lighter, lighter and lighter, until it disappeared completely, leaving only the most extreme black.

At this time, the silver-white qi also became weak, and began to be dyed with a trace of variegation, which seemed to be even worse than the condition of the blood-stained demonic qi. However, in the next second, that silver-white qi opened its mouth towards the nearby demonic qi attracted by Jian Lin, and towards the icy cold qi near the ice cave, the heaven and earth spiritual qi......

Eat hard.

Wushuang was a little embarrassed to look at the silver-white gas, so he could eat it...... How could it be hers!

After eating and drinking, the silver-white qi seemed to burp a lot, swayed and trembled, and returned to Wushuang's body, waiting for the next appearance.

After that silver-white qi was tossed like this, Jian Lin's situation was obviously much better, his frowning brows gradually relaxed, and the demonic qi that he attracted again began to become clean and turned into its original black.

In this way, whenever the color of the demonic qi around Jian Lin's body began to become abnormal, the silvery-white qi of Wushuang began to clean them up and remove the impurities in them.

The clean qi will draw out the irritable qi in the body, but it is limited to this, and the qi that is drawn out will eventually have to be withdrawn, that is, this purification process must be done by Wushuang.

As time passed, the demonic qi on Jian Lin's body did not stop for a moment, removing his own impurities and replenishing the cleanest qi. After coming down again and again, Wushuang was also a little exhausted, not to mention that the temperature around him was too low.

Wushuang's face became more and more pale, and she directly applied several warmth spells to herself, and wrapped her robe tightly to be considered better.

She looked at the sky and calculated the time, the sun had already risen and then set, the moon had been hanging in the sky for a long time, and it had been almost a whole day since they came to the ice cave, but the purification process of Jian Lin was not over yet. Thinking of the bloody qi she devoured before, Wushuang couldn't help frowning, and the sword was coming to him......

How much flesh and blood cultivation has been used! How can there be so much blood?

Alas...... She sighed, didn't think about it anymore, and continued to pay attention to the sword Lin who was cultivating over there. The clean demonic qi was close to him, and there was not much blood evil qi that was channeled out, which meant that the violent energy in his body had basically been eliminated, which was really good.

Jian Lin's problem is not over yet, after the demonic qi is completely cleaned, he still has to squeeze the excess demonic qi in his body into magical power, so that it can be used by him.

Just like the cultivation of Wushuang, the absorbed aura should be used to nourish the meridians and maintain the body, and when it is completely in tune with one's body, it is necessary to transform the aura into spiritual power, and then they will be transformed from gaseous form to liquid state. Perhaps a Qi refining stage cultivator would not be able to condense a drop of spiritual liquid in their lifetime, and only when they reached the foundation building stage could they absorb enough spiritual power for them to condense into a drop of spiritual liquid. But it's just a possibility, and for most people, it's hard to condense into spiritual fluid during this period.

Of course, to the point of Wushuang, condensing the aura in the aura body into the aura is only a matter of hand, but it takes a process, a process of cultivation in the body.

If the spiritual energy is sufficient and the cultivation is intensified, this process is generally enough for three days, in fact, after the spiritual liquid is more, they will also condense it into a solid body, and little by little it will be covered on the golden pill, and even the Yuan Infant.

But Jian Lin, his world is completely less than three days, and he will soon reach the qualifying competition, if he can't show up in time, all his previous efforts will be in vain.

One more day......

Jian Lin cultivated in the ice cave, and originally always wore a dark person, who was only wearing a white undershirt at this time, lacking the sharpness brought by the black, and the oppression brought by the eyes as sharp as an eagle, Jian Lin at this time was rare and gentle.

In this way, his facial features are even more delicate than Feng Wuxie, but the charm of Feng Wuxie's breath is outward, wild, and demonic, while Jian Lin's breath is more restrained, if he doesn't want to, he will definitely not become the focus of everyone, and even hide himself perfectly, without revealing a trace of breath.

Looking at it, Wushuang unconsciously became a little obsessed......

Time passed minute by minute, although Jian Lin was half of his body soaked in the ice cave, his body was still red, and he looked hot, although he knew that this was because of cultivation, Wushuang still couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She's literally freezing on the sidelines......

The low temperature not only made her body stiff, but even reduced the flexibility of her brain, until she watched the black lines on Jian Lin's body gradually climb over, she didn't feel right, that's, that's... Magic Pattern!

The picture that I thought I had forgotten in my memory gradually woke up, and when that kind of magic pattern appeared in front of her eyes, it was still Kun. It was at that time that Kun was confirmed to be the son of the devil, and he had the demon seed in his body, and then, and then he left his life......

Jianlin's body, what's going on?

Wushuang can conclude that this is definitely a magic pattern, which can be seen from the manic demonic qi around them, only the real demon clan, the monster will have such a powerful demonic qi. However, why does Jian Lin also have it on his body? Could it be that he is also a devil?

However, isn't it that demon seeds are extremely rare, when will they be mass-produced and wholesaled, why did she encounter so many.

Oh yes, yes! The current situation is not to study the reasons for their appearance, but to think about what to do? What to do?

Wushuang felt that maybe it was really the low temperature that made his head start to rust, what is the use of standing here so stupidly, why don't you think of a way.

But what can be done? At this time, the help of others is useless, and even rash action will break the balance of strength in his body now, and ruin years of cultivation.

Wushuang can only watch Jian Lin's situation getting worse and worse now, but she can't do anything, she watched Jian Lin's body gradually be covered by black ** lines, completely covered, and looked at the black magic patterns on his body as if they had life, more and more vivid, more and more vivid, but she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't do anything.

……

One point, one point, one point...... An hour, an hour, an hour......

I don't know how long it took, Wushuang's eyes looked at any change in Jian Lin's body without blinking, and finally, when the sun set again, the magic pattern seemed to be finally tired, and began to slowly dissipate, gradually dim, and began to fall silent little by little.

This process lasted for a long time, so long that this rare night was about to end, so long that the east turned the fish belly white, and so long that Wushuang didn't notice that anyone was coming, and left again.

In the end, only a little bit of the black ** pattern was left on his face, but that part of the magic pattern seemed to be the most tenacious, and it grew there deadly, and there was no sign of dissipation at all.

Jian Lin's expression gradually calmed down, and just when Wushuang thought that it was all over, his face suddenly became distorted, and the part of the magic pattern on his face began to swell and begin to grow......

"Ahh

Finally, I couldn't help but moan and roar.

Jian Lin opened his eyes, and those eyes were dyed with blood at some point, a blood red, like a demon crawling out of hell, like a blood-sucking demon.

And that's exactly what happened.

"Blood...... Blood ......"

Jian Lin spoke, he breathed rapidly, the whole person seemed to be pinched by some force, and those two words seemed to be squeezed out of the gap, but even so, Wushuang still heard his needs clearly.

Blood...... Alas, she sighed and cautiously approached Jianlin.

With a short dagger in her right hand, she swiped it lightly towards her left wrist, and fresh blood full of vitality left from her wrist, with endless temptation and majestic spiritual power, it was simply the best temptation for Jian Lin, who was possessed by the magic pattern.

With a "rub", Jian Lin quickly came out of the ice cave, leaned into Wushuang's wrist, licked the fresh blood little by little, and finally directly took Wushuang's wound in his mouth, sucking it little by little.

The feeling of lips and tongue close to skin made Wushuang feel strange, and the feeling of blood leaking from the wound made Wushuang feel dizzy, especially when Jian Lin was still sucking, the feeling of some comfort mixed with the emptiness of blood loss made her almost crazy.

"Stop, no, stop!" Wushuang shouted.

She is really about to regret dying now, if she was sucked dry of her blood by Jian Lin and died here today, I'm afraid no one will know, and I don't know if Jian Lin will remember her......

It's so bad that maybe he'll forget about himself in a blink of an eye......

Wushuang suddenly gave me a burst of tears in my eyes, and I don't know if it was because of her imminent death, or because the sound of the sword would forget her in a blink of an eye, in short, she is very aggrieved now, and she wants to cry.

With a "snap", tears fell, and tears flowed out without Wushuang's knowledge and fell on Jian Lin's face.

"Woo woo......" The man who had been controlled by the magic pattern was burned by hot tears, and looked up at Wushuang's eyes a little overwhelmed. The whining sound made him sound like a lost child.

"You're a bastard, asshole! You're a bastard when the sword comes in! Seeing Jian Lin's reaction, Wushuang felt even more aggrieved, and he couldn't care about his face directly, so he cried hard.

Jian Lin's lips and tongue left Wushuang's wrist at some point, and blood slid down her pale palm, dripping onto the ice cave, staining the ice red......

"Uh......h Ahh

Jian Lin smelled the smell of blood, and when he saw the blood dripping on the ice, he couldn't help but reddened his eyes, and he didn't know if he was pity for those precious blood, or if he was distressed that Wushuang had shed so much blood.