As soon as the woman showed her joy, she saw Xuan Yulang and said indifferently: "But whether I want to help you or not depends on my mood." ”

"You ......," Hongyu said in a hurry, "Didn't you say that as long as the spirit fox of Yumian Mountain wants to cultivate, you won't hesitate to help?" ”

"I said that." Xuan Yulang said expressionlessly: "But for you, I'm not sure if it's my Yumian Mountain's fox." I heard that you have long been in cahoots with all the high-ranking officials in the world, so why do you need me to help you? ”

Hongyu was shocked in her heart, as if she didn't expect the man to find out her movements, she hung her head for a long time and was silent, thinking urgently in her heart before she said: "Although I conspire with men in the world, I am still cultivating to achieve the Tao. Yulang, believe me, I will never fall to the level of Jade Fushang! ”

"Oh? Really? The man's expression was a little lazy, he only squinted at the red jade, chuckled a few times, and saw that the red jade looked anxious to explain, as if he felt interesting, just watched without saying a word, and gently stroked the white fox in his arms.

It wasn't until the woman simply hung her head and said nothing, looking like a clear person who was self-purifying, that he felt bored, so he waved his hand lazily and said, "Okay, I believe you are." Since you want to collect yang and remove yin, and refine the qi of yuan yang, you can give me three days, and you will disturb me during this period. As he spoke, he threw the white fox in his hand, and saw the white fox fall firmly into the woman's hand, "Take it down too." ”

Hongyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly replied "yes", but Wen Xuan Yulang said: "But you have to promise me a condition, and I can help you." ”

"After refining the Qi of Yuan Yang and helping you cultivate, you are not allowed to go to the land of the capital and join the men in the world."

The man indifferently spat out this sentence.

Hongyu's heart tightened, glanced at the man, lowered her head, clenched her fists, and said "yes" softly for a while, but she had other plans in her heart.

*

Inside the Reflection Stone Mansion.

The water of the cold ice pool soaked in a naked-naked boy, the boy was slender and his skin was as white as jade, but through the bubbling cold water, it was faintly visible that the boy's body was covered with scars.

On the neck, on the wrists, on the back of the shoulders...... Although each scar is not deep, but there are tiny blood constantly coming out of it, and because of this strange pool of water, it flows slowly and endlessly, as if it wants to let the young man's blood dry!

The initiator of this scene did not seem to realize the cruelty of the incident, and the man in white clothes walked lazily to the edge of the pond and stopped behind the young man.

After a while, he slowly squatted down, stretched out a finger hanging in the air an inch away from the young man's neck, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully felt the operation of the breath in the young man's body.

However, after a while, he frowned and put away his lazy expression.

Juvenile physique is really rare. If it weren't for the pure and pure closed yin qi that flowed between the veins and the same as his Xuan Yulang and Yu Fushang, he would now have some doubts about whether this young man who was three points similar to him between his eyebrows and five points similar to Yu Fushang was the Meng Heng who was so weak that he was born and almost died.

There are thousands of demons in the world, but it is extremely rare to have such a pure and pure, soft and yin closed yin qi. Even if it is a fox clan that has been favored by God, for thousands of years, Xuan Yulang has only seen himself, and he is unique to Yu Fusheng.

It is also for this reason that the two of them have made rapid progress in cultivating for the Tao, but in just a few hundred years, they have become an existence that other fox demons can hardly match.

Until he was naturally respected by a group of fox demons as the king of this jade-faced mountain.

At present, this young man is the third person to have such a closed yin aura.

But this is not unusual, Yu Fusheng's bloodline naturally has the same endowment as her. What made him care was the Yuan Yang Qi that was wrapped around the young man's body.

Since he had been practicing for thousands of years, he had never seen such a powerful Yuan Yang Qi.

Contrary to the soft and yin closed yin qi in the young man's body, this Yuan Yang qi is actually how the invincible closed yin qi of ordinary people can resolve the entanglement, and he does not make the slightest concession, but becomes stronger and stronger because of this endless fighting.

Even Xuan Yulang's own spiritual power cultivation that he had passed on in the past couldn't guide him to come down obediently.

It's really funny.

The man couldn't help but hook his thin, beautifully shaped lips, withdrew a trace of aura that he poked out, and looked at the bloody marks on the young man's neck, as if he was smiling.

This is the first time that there is a demon that he can't control even with his profound cultivation.

Especially the one in front of him, he is not even a purebred fox demon.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen this young man before, when the young man was still in infancy, so weak that he could strangle him to death with two fingers, and he didn't even know if it was because of the powerful demonic energy from his mother's body, or something else, he didn't need to make a move at all, and he was almost dying.

It is impossible for such a person to grow into what he is today.

That strangely powerful Yuanyang Qi was simply like coming from ...... Another soul.

Xuan Yulang squinted, flicked his wide long sleeves, and stood up.

Compared to refining the Yuan Yang Qi for others and helping others to cultivate, he thought of a more interesting thing right now.

With a slight wave of his palm, he saw the young man slowly rise from the pool, and the cold and clear water droplets slid over the jade-white body, and in just a moment, the blood marks on the young man's wounds seemed to solidify, and no longer flowed out.

*

The three-day period promised to Hongyu passed quickly, and by the time Xuan Yulang returned to his senses, he had been in this stone mansion for a full month.

In the past thirty days, he used various methods to dissolve and defeat the Yuan Yang Qi in the young man's body, but he always had little effect.

For example, he used the fairy grass he once got by chance from an old immortal mountain, tempered and washed it with spiritual power, turned it into a highly poisonous medicine, soaked in the cold ice pool water, and did not hurt his life, but only bathed the young man's whole body, in order to learn from his body and skin, eat away at his spirit, and consume his vitality.

As a result, the young man did look more haggard and painful than before, and his originally fair and flawless skin was also tossed so that he couldn't bear to look at it directly, but the Yuan Yang Qi in his body was only depressed for a day or two, and then gradually recovered, and he was entangled with the closed Yin Qi.

For example, he once tested a blood worm that he had raised for more than 100 years. As the name suggests, this insect will drill into the human skin, integrate into the human blood, gluttonously suck the vitality in the human body, and then return to the hands of the nurturing person, and transmit all the sucked vitality to the nurturing person, which can be said to be an artifact to help the demon improve his cultivation.

Xuan Yulang raised this blood worm just for fun, but he had never used it to suck the scattered and inconspicuous vitality, and this time it was used on the young man, which made him feel that it was worth a try.

However, what he never expected was that this worm had only been in the young man's blood for half an hour, and he actually died of gastroschis, as if he couldn't withstand the too strong Yuanyang Qi.

This is simply unheard of.

Things get much more complicated and interesting.

Xuan Yulang wanted to know more and more where this Yuanyang Qi came from, and why it was so strong and unshakable.

In the final analysis, he disliked Meng Heng, but it was because Yu Fushang betrayed Yumian Mountain and mingled with men in the world, which made him look down on him.

Meng Heng, who was born back then, was also so weak that he lost his Linghu face, which made him hate to strangle this evil seed that caused Yufushang to linger in the world.

But hate to hate, if that Meng Heng becomes the person who has the extremely strong Yuanyang Qi in his body now, he would be quite interested in keeping him alive, let's find out first.

As for Hongyu's request, he never took it to heart, it was just a low-level fox demon who thought he was smart and thought he was seamless.

If he hadn't noticed that she hadn't been contaminated with too erosive human aura, he wouldn't even want to look at her.

Xuan Yulang finally decided to stop the experiment for the time being, and with a slight amount of spiritual power in his hand, he placed the young man in another pool of water in his cave mansion.

The water in the pond is warm and pleasant, and it is perfect for healing wounds and diseases.

*

When Meng Heng was conscious, it had already been another month.

The pervasive pain all over his body was like a pinprick and a boulder, and he was soaked in sweat after just moving his fingers.

And then there is the pain that seems to explode in the brain.

Meng Heng closed his eyes and exhaled softly.

There was chaos in his mind, chaos he hadn't had since he had ever been in his life.

Memory, thoughts, consciousness, and perception were all torn into pieces, flashing and flying back and forth, making it impossible for him to piece together a complete image.

He clenched his fist, trying to grasp something, but there was a tingling sensation like a pinprick in the movement, and he had to release his palm weakly.

In a trance, I only felt as if I had been in a coma for a long time.

How long is it?

Meng Heng rolled his gaze and looked at the environment he was in now.

The dome, the stone walls, the strange flowers and plants that have never been seen before, and there is a faint demonic atmosphere.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and saw a snow-white fox crawling on the ground a few feet away from him, and the fox squinted with a pair of thin eyes, staring at him intently, as if he was about to pounce on him at any moment and feast on his prey.

It doesn't look like a human dwelling.

Meng Heng's eyebrows frowned slightly, his hands exerted his strength, he struggled to sit up, and a thin blanket slipped off his body.

If this place is not a human habitation, demons, monsters, beasts, mountain spirits and the like do not seem to care much about clothing.

Meng Heng picked up the thin blanket and draped it over his shoulders, tied it around his waist, and despite the pain in various parts of his body, he forcibly held on to one wall and walked off the bed.

Every step he took made him sweat coldly.

However, standing straight can make him regain consciousness more quickly than lying on the bed, and through this pain, it stimulates the chaotic mind, so that the messy memories can finally be connected.

He remembered. It was the woman named Hongyu who took him captive, but now, he didn't die at Hongyu's hands.

What happened while he was in a coma?

But at this moment, I heard a sound of footsteps outside, and then I lifted the curtain and walked in a man in white, the man looked at him for a long time, raised his lips and smiled: "Tsk, I woke up a few days earlier than I thought, it seems that you are really interesting." 166 Reading Network