"Hoo ——!"

On Zhu Liu's naked white and delicate body, a layer of raging golden Yan suddenly ignited out of thin air. The dazzling golden light jumped on the plain white female body sitting cross-legged, looking from a distance like a bewitching red gold bodhisattva statue.

- But there is no such form of bodhisattva in the world.

"Still want to devour me?"

Looking at the golden spiritual flame that was constantly rising but could not hurt a single hair of his hair, Zhu Liu snorted coldly:

"Go dream."

"Destroy me!"

Before the cheers fell, the dark red Vermilion Bird True Flame suddenly burst out of Zhuliu's dantian!

"Zizi ——!"

Like water droplets splashed into boiling oil, with Zhu Liu's delicate body as the battlefield, a red and a gold flame launched a fierce confrontation.

"Hoo ——!!"

A moment later, the flames of the Red Flame swelled!

"Peel—"

A soft voice sounded, and with a slight wail, an illusory golden crow phantom dissipated into the raging red flames like a bubble.

With the continuous support of Zhu Liu's spiritual power, it only took a moment for Vermilion Bird True Flame to swallow up the golden crow flames that were already at the end of the powerful crossbow.

"Hmm~"

Stroking his little belly with a strange feeling of satiety, Zhu Liu looked at the cluster of crimson flames on his fingers that seemed to be slightly lighter:

"Perfect!"

Feeling the power of the flames, Zhu Liu nodded with satisfaction:

It has increased by more than 20%.

"Hiccup~"

Satisfied, Zhu Liu couldn't help but burp.

"Huh?"

Feeling the state of his body, Zhu Liu suddenly found a trace of abnormality:

"Eyes?"

"Why do you feel a little hot......?"

Conjured up a water mirror, and Zhu Liu carefully looked at the pair of beautiful eyes in the mirror that blinked slightly under the long eyelashes:

"This color?!"

Looking at his slightly golden-red eyes, Zhu Liu couldn't help but be stunned:

"Wait?"

"Why can't your hair ......?!"

Playing with the long boundy hair at the ends of his hair, Zhu Liu pouted speechlessly.

It looks like it's just dyed.

Braided the hair strand in his hand into a long ponytail, Zhu Liu shook his head, and no longer thought about these little things.

What's wrong with the change of color?

We're still beautiful!

Stretching out his hand to open the Spirit Gathering Array, looking at the large area of fire-colored aura around him that had condensed into substance, Zhu Liu sat up straight on the futon again:

"Well, I'm finally getting to the point."

Sticking out his little pink tongue, Zhu Liu licked his lips with an extremely seductive action:

"Is it late Jindan?"

……

———————I'm the dividing line——————

"Master?"

After waiting outside the door for a long time, the long-haired monk who hurried to the door as soon as he heard the good news couldn't help but call out.

"Hmm."

Disturbed in a state of healing, the white-haired old man's brief answer contained a hint of anger:

"Ink boy? Can I help you? ”

"Return to the ancestor!"

Keenly aware of the fluctuating emotions of his own ancestor, he didn't dare to buy anything, and the long-bearded monk hurriedly went straight to the topic:

"The person you ordered your subordinates to wait for to find already has news."

"Oh?!"

Hearing this, the trace of anger in the old man's tone had long since disappeared, and was replaced by endless joy:

"Really?!"

"Come in and talk!"

With a slight flicker in front of him, the middle-aged monk found himself in the temporary cave mansion shrouded in white mist by his ancestor.

"Master!"

Before he had time to marvel at the great supernatural powers of his ancestor, the long-haired monk hurriedly and obediently held a jade slip in both hands:

"That's all we have to say."

He was not in a hurry to open the jade slip that the disciple respectfully presented, and restrained his emotions, and the white-haired old man set his eyes on the middle-aged monk who was standing with his head bowed in a neat and tidy manner:

"There is no hurry; Tell me what happened first. ”

……

"You say..."

Listening to the report of the long-haired monk, the white-haired old man groaned slightly:

"The shopkeeper asked the woman to bring her pet over to see it?"

"What the master said is good."

Not knowing what was worth paying attention to here, the middle-aged monk replied with some confusion.

"What did the woman say?"

The thick eyebrows gathered slightly, and the old man continued to ask.

“？？”

Caught off guard, the long-bearded monk slowed down his tone, and recalled a little in his mind:

"Back to the ancestor, that nun... It seems to have left suddenly; ”

Recalling the shopkeeper's words, the middle-aged monk carefully added:

"It seems to be ...... Angry looks? ”

"Whew-"

The guess was confirmed, and the white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief.

- The old man was a little nervous, this was probably the last chance he could seize.

Roughly confirmed Zhu Liu's identity, and the old man's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Mo boy, you did a good job!"

Hearing that the master ancestor actually praised himself in a miraculous way, the yellow face of the long-haired monk turned slightly red:

"Thank you for your praise!"

Lowering his head, the middle-aged monk's lowered gaze faintly flashed with longing.

"Take it."

Seeing through the middle-aged monk's mind at a glance and manipulating the spiritual power, the old man sent a white jade vial to the middle-aged monk:

"These are three Demon Vein Pills, which are enough to cure your Shen Zhen."

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Trembling slightly, he took the vial, and the middle-aged monk with a flushed face bowed to the ground, completely ignoring the fact that his long hair, which he had always cherished, had been dragged to the ground:

"Disciples and grandchildren will ......"

"Alright."

Waving his hand to stop his intention to show loyalty to his grandson, the white-haired old man who was in a good mood looked down at the middle-aged man who was still lying on the ground, with a kind smile on his always cold face:

"As long as you wait to do things solidly, the old man will naturally not treat you badly."

"Yes!"

"Get up and speak."

A spiritual power helped the middle-aged man up, and the old man's face gradually became serious again:

"Other nuns, you don't have to work hard;"

The old man raised the jade slip in his hand:

"Her place of residence, her whereabouts; You have to figure it out for me. ”

After a pause, the old man swept his falcon-like gaze over the middle-aged monk's still flushed yellow face:

"Got it?"

"My subordinates understand!"

Leaning over slightly, the long-bearded monk replied with a full breath.

"Well, let's go."

His tone warmed slightly, and the old man waved his hand to signal the bearded monk to stand down.

Seeing his apprentice grandson walking out of the cave, the old man cast his thoughtful gaze to the red sky full of cracks outside the window:

"Time is running out......"