The pain in the depths of the soul came on time again.

Late at night, Zhen Cheng fell asleep with a peaceful expression, but there was a painful moan from the depths of his soul.

The Black Death Weapon Spirit tortured Zhen Cheng even more frantically than yesterday, and the moment the milky white gas appeared, it almost sucked it greedily. The greedy appearance is very much like a little pig who has been hungry and thirsty for many days, and his eyes are shining and he is longing for more milk from his mother.

It's a pity that the Black Death Artifact is not a pig, nor is it a cute child, but a Vessel Spirit who doesn't know how many years it has lived; Zhen Cheng was not the kind and generous mother, but a flesh-and-blood young man who glanced at the black corpse and his teeth trembled with hatred.

Without the nourishment of milky gas, Zhen Cheng felt that he was confused, and a sense of unreality that he was about to leave the world enveloped Zhen Cheng.

Zhen Cheng really wanted to go to the lower dantian now to nourish himself, but thinking about the greedy appearance of the black corpse weapon spirit, Zhen Cheng was a little scared.

If the Black Death Weapon Spirit followed him to the Lower Dantian, would he devour his four little crystals cleanly? Zhen Cheng didn't dare to bet, and he couldn't bet.

The Black Death Weapon Spirit tortured himself like this, and for himself, it couldn't be said that it was useless, at least, his spiritual power was much stronger. What is spiritual power, Zhen Cheng is not very clear. But during the day, Zhen Cheng could clearly feel that his pre-perception ability was increasing like never before.

Hold back, watching the Black Death Weapon Spirit unwillingly drifting in his Mud Pill Palace, Zhen Cheng didn't talk to him like he did a few days ago, but hoped that the Black Death Weapon Spirit would quickly return to the Middle Dantian, so that he could go to the Lower Dantian to nourish himself. This kind of dry feeling of the Mud Pill Palace is really unbearable.

The Black Death Artifact Spirit wandered for a long time before it stopped looking around. Floating in front of Zhen Cheng, he asked coldly, "What is that milky white gas?" weishenme has it for a while, and it doesn't for a while? ”

The Black Death Instrument Spirit didn't want to tell Zhen Cheng about the existence of the fierce spirit, and an outsider appeared in the Middle Dantian where he was temporarily hiding, which made the Black Death Instrument Spirit feel very faceless. If there is a continuous nourishment of milky white gas, the Black Death Machine Spirit firmly believes that it will be able to destroy the evil spirit cleanly.

In the battle last night, the Black Death Machine Spirit clearly felt the reduction of his spiritual power, and he had just swallowed the milky white gas, and his condition was much better all of a sudden. But that trace of milky white gas can't restore a higher mana at all, how can the Black Death Weapon Spirit not be depressed and crazy?

"I don't like to talk nonsense!" Zhen Cheng didn't want to be polite to the Black Death Weapon Spirit, thinking about the early hours of yesterday morning, he almost vomited blood and died, Zhen Cheng said angrily, "It's okay if you stay in my middle dantian, how can you hurt my body?" Since you want to die, I can accompany you! ”

Zhen Cheng's tone was very unkind, and the old machine spirit didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Zhen Cheng can endure the torture of his soul, which is already rare in itself. His own master is still in Zhen Cheng's hands, can he let Zhen Cheng have an accident? I still have to ask Zhen Cheng in the future, if I fall out with Zhen Cheng all of a sudden because of the milky white gas, how will I get along in the future?

The Black Death Machine Spirit felt very aggrieved, because it was not himself who hurt the middle dantian at all. Evil spirits need blood to fight and contend with them. Zhen Cheng's blood naturally became a continuous source of mana for the fierce spirits. Zhen Cheng misunderstood himself, it was because he didn't know that there was another tenant in his middle dantian, another monster who was thirsty for killing.

The arrogant Black Dead Weapon Spirit didn't bother to explain to Zhen Cheng. It's like killing a good person by mistake before, and no amount of explanation is superfluous. Because the damage has been really formed, no amount of words will pale in comparison.

"Don't have anything to say?" The Black Death Weapon Spirit didn't answer, Zhen Cheng became even more angry, and his voice was full of disdain and threat, "Until my pain is gone, I swear, you won't see Guanyin Jade Hand!" ”

Zhen Cheng hated it so much that his teeth itched, and he even wanted to say, you make me uncomfortable like this again, I ate Guanyin jade hands, do you believe it or not?

The Black Death Weapon Spirit could feel the truth of Zhen Cheng's anger, but it was still silent. Zhen Cheng's anger was very strong today, and the Black Death Weapon Spirit thought about it, turned around and floated away.

"Boom-" When Zhen Cheng wanted to shout at the black corpse again, he suddenly felt like an earthquake had occurred in the Mud Pill Palace. The originally white gas suddenly became dark.

A feeling of the sky falling came to him, Zhen Cheng hurriedly concentrated, and quickly disappeared into the passage to the lower dantian with the milky white airflow.

With yesterday's experience, Zhen Cheng calmed down a lot. Consciousness condensed into a grain of millet, Zhen Cheng carefully looked around, feeling everything, just like sitting in a speeding car, calmly browsing the scenery on the side of the road.

The surrounding area is full of tendons and blood vessels, but Zhen Cheng is not in the blood vessels. Intuitively, Zhen Cheng could feel that he was now being carried away by a current.

Whether it is a vein, an organ, or blood, in the human body, it is all connected by air flow. Zhen Cheng seemed to be taken away by a tornado, and was thrown into the lower dantian without any resistance.

As soon as his consciousness entered the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng heard the sound of fat being thrown into the hot pot. The cracked mud pill palace was nourished by the milky white gas, and made a sound like a child's milk.

"Hmm-ah-"

Zhen Cheng wanted to tremble comfortably, and let out an ugly moan in embarrassment. Zhen Cheng could feel that his spiritual power seemed to have recovered again, and it seemed to be a little stronger than yesterday. The improvement of spiritual power or soul power comes at the cost of pain, which is the benefit that the Black Death Weapon Spirit tortures Zhen Cheng every day, indirectly giving Zhen Cheng.

"Could it be that the Mud Pill Palace collapsed just now?" Thinking about the situation when he left the Mud Pill Palace just now, Zhen Cheng pondered for a long time. "Because it collapsed, that's why I feel like it's dark?"

"That's not right! If it really collapsed, wouldn't I have cerebral palsy or brain death? "Thinking about it carefully, Zhen Cheng overturned his conclusion again." Could it be because of the sudden departure of the Black Death Weapon Spirit that the Mud Pill Palace became like that? ”

Before the appearance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, Zhen Cheng had never been to the Mud Pill Palace at all, and even the Middle Dantian had never thought about it. Whether it is cultivating ancient martial arts or cultivating truth, Zhen Cheng is cultivating the lower dantian.

The four little guys, hiding in the four acupoints of the lower dantian, guarded like the four King Kongs, spinning happily, producing a steady stream of milky white gas.

"Could it be that my cultivation can't be seen through by others, just because of this milky white gas?" What was the situation in the Mud Pill Palace, Zhen Cheng couldn't figure it out, looking at the situation in the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng himself wanted to figure out what this milky white gas was.

"These four guys, can't they also be spirits?" Zhen Cheng was frightened by the Black Death Weapon Spirit, and his fluttering consciousness wrapped around the cautious touch of Xiao Jingying in Guan Yuan's acupoint.

"Peng-" touched, soft, sac-like feeling. Before Zhen Cheng could take a closer look, he was thrown out by the fast-spinning Xiao Jingying.

There was no sound coming out, and Zhen Cheng felt a lot more at ease. "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with these four little guys!" Zhen Cheng talked to himself and comforted himself.

Others can't see through their lower dantian and can't see their own cultivation clearly, Zhen Cheng is not only not worried, but secretly happy. In the cultivation realm, he is not a master at the moment, and with the help of milky white gas, he gives others an unfathomable feeling, which is really haode.

In everyone's heart, there is a desire to become a master and let others look up to him, and Zhen Cheng is no exception.

In Jindanmen, although Zhen Cheng was not always bullied, he was always calculated by Yizu and others, which also completely inspired Zhen Cheng's desire to become a master.

Zhen Cheng is not a man with a strong desire to control, but a series of practices by Yizu and Yao Lao and others have really made Zhen Cheng's desire to win and desire for control gradually awaken.

"Could it be that the four layers of the foundation period are only four small crystals?" His mental strength slowly recovered, and Zhen Cheng's thinking gradually deepened. Thinking that his dantian had undergone fission, Zhen Cheng connected the situation in the lower dantian with his own cultivation.

"That doesn't seem right, right?" Zhen Cheng denied his idea again, "During the foundation building period, from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the fourth floor, the four little guys don't seem to have fissioned, right?" ”

"These four little guys devoured the internal force of my cultivation, how can they now produce milky white gas? Could it be that these four guys still have the role of filtering? ”

"Then sometimes others can see through my cultivation, and sometimes they can't, what's going on?"

"Where did this milky gas come from?"

There were a series of inexplicable situations in his body, and Zhen Cheng couldn't help but think about it. What the hell is that milky white gas, even the Black Death Weapon Spirit doesn't know, how can he possibly know?

"How did I forget that these four little guys like to take pills?" Zhen Cheng seemed to think of something, "Could it be that only if I take more pills, the milky white gas will continue to be produced, so that others will not be able to see through my cultivation?" ”

"Doesn't that seem right?" The excited expression just crowded on Zhen Cheng's face, and quickly disappeared, because when Zhen Cheng was going up the mountain, the dantian was like this.

"Could it be the volcanic elixir?" Zhen Cheng continued to meditate, thinking of the scene when he was in the Golden Triangle, Guanyin Jade accidentally ate volcanic elixir. Judging from the color, it is almost the same as this milky white gas. "Could it be that Guanyin's jade hand has transferred the volcanic elixir into my body again?"

Zhen Cheng had a headache, but it was still difficult to figure out why he was out of line. Thinking of Guanyin's jade hand, Zhen Cheng couldn't help but jump in shock.

"The Black Death Weapon Spirit regards Guanyin Jade Hand as the master, so doesn't that mean that Guanyin Jade Hand is also an old monster?" The secret of Guanyin's jade hand is only clear to Nangong Wan'er. When he returned to Jindanmen this time, Zhen Cheng expected that Yizu and the others would be curious about their cultivation, so before going up the mountain, he hung Guanyin's jade hand on Nangong Wan'er's neck. "No, if that Guanyin jade hand is a man, then wouldn't I lose a lot?" Thinking about Nangong Wan'er's stiff breasts often being touched by Guanyin's jade hands, Zhen Cheng, a narrow-minded man, was extremely uncomfortable.

"No!" Zhen Cheng really wanted to return to the nuclear-powered plane now, and wanted to take Guanyin's jade hand off Nangong Wan'er's neck, but thinking about his current situation, he couldn't leave at all.

Yizu and the others, it is clear that they want to let themselves go to the Ice Palace to adventure, and they make it clear that they will go to the road of death B, and they leave at this time, in case they are misunderstood as escaping, then wouldn't Wu Xin and Niu Wazi and others suffer?

If at this time, he escaped with Wu Xin, Niu Wazi and others, wouldn't the plan to steal the pill be in vain? Without the elixir, how could their apprentices and women cultivate?

Even if the Jindanmen doesn't send him to the Ice Palace, won't he have to go too? Zhou Yubing's revenge is to be avenged, and the lives of Ouyang Xuan'er and Qian Yuhan are not taken care of by themselves? Besides, his apprentice Shi Aogen was robbed by the Ice Palace, is he so indifferent?

"No! Can't leave! Zhen Cheng made a painful decision. After much deliberation, I decided to stay.

Time slowly passed in Zhen Cheng's thoughts, and his mental strength was almost recovered, Zhen Cheng meditated on his body and regained his consciousness.

Zhen Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly felt two shiny things staring at him. Zhen Cheng subconsciously moved his head back, and saw Wu Xin looking at him with apricot eyes.

"What are you doing?" Feel the time, it should be two or three o'clock in the morning, Zhen Cheng glanced at Wu Xin's somewhat low chest with a dry mouth, and asked pretending not to know.

"I want to!" Wu Xin's little hand caressed Zhen Cheng's sturdy chest, and said with a charming and delicate temptation, "People need you, and you still sleep like a dead pig!" ”

"-" Wu Xin's such a direct need made Zhen Cheng want to laugh. "Do you want water?" Zhen Cheng continued to pretend to be confused, feeling Wu Xin's body clinging to him and said, "Do you drink warm water or cold water?" ”

"Smack!" Wu Xinxing's eyes widened, and she slapped Zhen Cheng's belly fiercely, "Don't talk nonsense with my sister, if you play stupid with me again, I will force you!" ”

Zhen Cheng was completely speechless, looking at Wu Xin, Zhen Cheng had an urge to get out of bed and run away. But even if he escaped, Zhen Cheng estimated that he would not be able to run fast, because a big tent had already been propped up between his legs.

Boobs are definitely a thrilling point. Wu Xin's breathing gradually became short, and he rubbed Zhen Cheng's chest in an arc with his two hands, and then drew an arc from the inside out, during which he also gently rubbed Zhen Cheng's small grapes with his white jade-like fingers.

"Holy!" Zhen Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, his body flipped over, and he pressed Wu Xin underneath at once, and a pair of shameless big hands pressed Wu Xin's shoulders, ready to have an overlord hard bow type.

"Ya, how dare you tease me, see how I destroy you? Let you be a piece of peach blossom after the rain! Zhen Cheng was so angry that he didn't give Wu Xin a chance to resist, and a big hand directly touched between Wu Xin's shy legs.

The feeling of flesh did not come, but the feeling of hard bang gave Zhen Cheng a basin of cold water.

"Wu Xin, you're not human!" Zhen Cheng withdrew his hand with a flushed face, counted the days, and knew that he had planted it this time.

"Oh yes! Deserve! Wu Xinjiao laughed and slammed down, "Sister also wants you to know what it's like to want but can't!" Come, in order to compensate you, my sister will give you some water to drink! ”

"Sleep!" Zhen Cheng pulled up the quilt, covered his face, and warned himself not to be fooled again!

"Gurgle-cluck-"

On the big bed, Wu Xin's happy and smug laughter came, "In the future, you will accompany me for a few days every month, people have stomach aches and can't sleep!" ”