Wu Chen, who was among the silkworm chrysalis woven by divine consciousness, stayed until dawn.

The lingering sense of crisis on the soul dissipated, and the old man and the three hairpin men had already left.

Squatting straight down, Wu Chen, who was half-leaning on the bottom of the tree trunk, was really relieved.

I didn't expect that the old man who looked at the turtle who was not eye-catching would be a monk of the Xuan Empress period.

Ren is Wu Chen is slow to react and also knows that there will be big things happening in the dark valley jungle regularly, and it will only be a big thing, otherwise this ordinary and almost invisible Xuanhuang monk will not come to this dark valley jungle one after another, really can't he come to travel?

However, I am afraid that this opportunity has nothing to do with him Wu Chen, Thinking of the noodle restaurant owner who was blackmailed by himself, Wu Chen suddenly felt that it was difficult for these monks with a purpose to achieve their goals, after all, this group of third-order monks were all jumping under the nose of Li Baliang, an upper-third-order powerhouse.

It's like an old man in his sixties or seventies who swaggers up from a strong robber with a gold bar, and it is hard to expect this robber to know how to respect the old and love the young.

I'm afraid it's a group of bamboo basket water men!

Thinking about it, the one who acted as a wine vessel appeared in Wu Chen's hand out of thin air, and raised his head to the mouth of the bottle and took a small sip, which was really only a small sip far less than half of the half in the small wine cup.

Qi and blood are like dragons, but Wu Chen's martial arts physique is also as hungry as a tiger, and he has maintained the divine consciousness silkworm chrysalis for several hours to gather and not disperse, consuming not only divine consciousness, but also the force full of his body has long been exhausted, if it weren't for Wu Chen's sea of consciousness is really as vast as the sea, I am afraid that the unknown old man of the Xuan Empress period would have already discovered Wu Chen's figure.

Qi and blood entered the body, and the force was re-condensed and formed, rushing to wander in the meridians.

After a few breaths, the tired body was rejuvenated and even more vibrating.

Although ambergris rice wine can also supplement the lack of Xuanwu, it is too domineering, and if the body is slightly weaker, it will cause irreparable damage, so it is far less effective than Lingyu in this regard.

Fortunately, Wu Chen's body is condensed and sturdy, and he had also drunk a whole cup of ambergris rice wine before, which can be regarded as adapting in advance, and drinking less at this time will not be too serious.

Wu Chen didn't think that he was really taking advantage of anything, of course, at present, the ambergris rice wine he got with his empty gloves was indeed a big advantage, but if it was placed in a few decades and nearly a hundred years, he was afraid that Li Baliang, the Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, would secretly laugh in his dreams.

Wu Chen, the Xuanhuang monk who did not encounter the frightened person again, specially departed from the original route, and chose another one after a compromise, although it was a little farther away, it was better than dodging one after another.

The old man in black was still sitting cross-legged on the bulge between the two wooden crosses, his eyes closed, and there was neither spiritual energy inhaling nor breathing between his mouth and nose, if it was placed in the darkness of the night, he was afraid that it would give a great fright to the timid monks who occasionally passed by here.

Li Jin, the master of the Divine Sword Sect of the young man in Tsing Yi, has long since left, but the old man in black is still sitting firmly on Mount Tai.

The sky has been bright, but there is some untimely darkness in the dense forest, and the transformation of the forest into a spiritual tree also requires the cultivation of Tuna, which is no different from that of a monk, but the cultivation of the forest is not the aura required by ordinary monks.

The cultivation needs of the spirit wood come from the vast tomorrow where the laws of the Heavenly Dao are located, and ordinary monks know that the more abundant the spiritual energy, the more beneficial it is to practice, and for the spirit wood, the earlier the day to bathe in the sun, the earlier it is to practice.

Most of the trees in the dense forest of the dark valley are already spiritual trees, whether they are enlightened or not, they all know how to compete for the sunlight by instinct, and the dense forest of the dark valley is naturally covered under the stretched branches and leaves, which also causes the day that should be bright and boring to be a little dark.

The old man in black opened his eyes suddenly, but what came in and out between his snorts was not air, but aura, and he repeated it again and again.

About four or five steps away from the old man in black sitting cross-legged, on the curved branches of more than half a meter, stood a short dwarf old woman of more than one meter.

The wrinkles on her face are similar to those of the old man in black, the dwarf woman is dressed in dark red silk and silk satin, the palace style in the secular dynasty, the gold silk is secretly embroidered with phoenix patterns, the head is wearing a golden hairpin glazed step, and the dark red lip glaze is three points better than blood.

The old man in black was not surprised, he had been waiting here for so long, if the dwarf woman did not come, no matter how the man in Tsing Yi talked about it, and how the opportunity ahead was, he would only turn his head and leave, and after leaving, he would even have to be a thousand-year-old turtle who was a thousand-year-old turtle, even more hidden than before.

The blessings that you have gained alive are the blessings.

A rare smile floated on the old man's face, and said with a smile: "The old man just had the idea of giving it a try, but I didn't expect Senior Sister Yan to come." ”

The dwarf palace woman didn't have a good face, but the hot face of the old man in black was straight on the cold buttocks, and she snorted softly, "Don't talk nonsense, talk about the purpose." ”

The old man in black had already expected the dwarf woman's face and attitude, and said with a smile: "I thought that Senior Sister Yan had received the letter before, and the words on the letter were true, so the old man didn't bother to speak. ”

The dwarf woman's cheeks were still expressionless, but in her heart there was a turbulent wave, and the old man in black said in his letter was so big that even she, a strange person who was afraid of death, was willing to come.

The belly is fierce and not colorful, but it is the dwarf woman's specialty.

still didn't give the old man in black a good face, and even compared to before, he was even colder, "It's good, if it's really as you said in your letter, "You will think of me?"

"Alas, I didn't expect that I would be so unbearable in the eyes of my junior sister? There are naturally some dangers, is it possible that my junior sister thinks that the animal will be held in her hand and sent it? But as long as our senior brothers and sisters cooperate wholeheartedly, it can naturally be called a hand-to-hand capture. ”

The old man in black added another sentence jokingly: "I'm afraid that my junior sister will turn around and deal with me when the time comes." ”

The joking words did not make the dwarf woman deny it, after all, the hearts of the two of them can be like a mirror, but whenever there is an opportunity, not to mention a high probability of seven or eighty percent, as long as it accounts for the number of five fingers in a hand, no one will show mercy to anyone.

"By the way, junior sister, your good Taoist companion and my good senior brother are also here, don't you think about the old love and ignore the covenant between the two of us?"

There was a faint rustling sound in the dense forest, and the boundless wind rose in all directions, like a knife and a blade, and the old man in black flew in his robe, and the sound of hunting and hunting.

The dwarf woman was really angry.

Wu Chen, who had been running for three or four quarters of an hour, had to stop again, although he couldn't meet the Xuanhuang monk again, but what he saw in front of him was even more troublesome.