Yi Qimeng squatted beside Yuanwei and loudly scolded his disciples not to embarrass Yuanwei and the others, no one expected that a big battle would end hastily in this way.

Not only was Yi Qimeng no longer hostile to Motoo, but began to beg him not to spit out cyan sludge.

Yi Qimeng told Yuan Wei that the cyan sludge named Qing Yi and Red Makeup was actually a profound immortal cultivator, and if she was allowed to come out of Yuan Wei's belly, the two would definitely not end well. Motoo was worried about this, because he was afraid that his belly would burst with the sludge.

Just as the two of them were discussing what to do with the sludge, the voice from Yuanwei's stomach sounded again, "Little Tiger, don't be stupid, although I know that your skin seems to have something strange engraved on it, although I won't be able to break out of my body for a while." But if I get in a hurry, I will give up my body that I have cultivated for 10,000 years and occupy your body, and I have countless ways to devour souls. ”

Yuan Wei was shocked, if his soul was devoured by her, then he would no longer be himself.

"Senior Sister Tsing Yi, don't mess around, we don't have any hatred on weekdays, if you don't devour me just now, I won't eat you. Otherwise, you swear that when you come out, we will go our separate ways, by the way, you don't pester Senior Sister Yi anymore, and I will spit you out immediately. ”

"Swear?" Yi Qimeng smiled bitterly, immortal cultivators chase fame and fortune and respect their strength, who would take the oath seriously, she even began to think about slapping Yuanwei to death, but she was afraid that the green shirt and red makeup would break through Xuanhu's belly more smoothly.

Qingyi and Hongmakeup were also stunned for a moment, but she quickly agreed to Yuanwei, and swore that she would not hurt them.

Seeing that she agreed, Motoo began to try to spit out the sludge despite Yi Qimeng's repeated warnings.

Yi Qimeng was anxiously turning around beside him, but he didn't dare to mess around. You must know that at this time, she has completely angered the green shirt and red makeup, and if she kills Yuanwei, she may use this to release the green shirt and red makeup, and then she will still lift a stone to shoot herself in the foot.

"Uh... Belch... Uhh Although he had just swallowed so much sludge like drinking gruel, his stomach seemed to be empty at the moment.

"I said Senior Sister Tsing Yi, I can't spit it out. Or I'll open my mouth wide and you'll crawl out or leak out on your own? Motoo said.

The green shirt and red makeup were shocked and said, "Little Tiger, what kind of body are you? Why is my 10,000-year-old body showing signs of melting? Are you secretly refining me?!"

She didn't know that Yuan Wei had cultivated the Chaos Forging Technique, and after the practice of refining the Nightmare Bone, she subconsciously started refining when there was a foreign body in her body. He can refine the bones, not to mention the soft sludge!

Yuanwei also panicked, he quickly stopped refining and said, "Senior Sister Qingshan, I remember that your body is thin and should be able to flow, so you can't flow out of my mouth?!

"How can the old lady be your!"

The green shirt and red makeup tossed again in Yuanwei's body, and at first Yuanwei could still endure the severe pain of turning over the river and the sea, but later his huge Xuanhu body fell to the ground and rolled, and the forging technique involuntarily unfolded again.

"No, no, no!" Motoo lamented.

"Stop, stop!" "The more I toss, the faster my body melts." Dead Tiger, what's the matter with your body? It's so strong, and I can't break it with all my might?"

Motoo knew in his heart that the reason why his body was so strong should be because he had inadvertently engraved a mysterious paper pattern on his body, and then refined the giant lin of the mysterious old man of Cold Valley into his own scales. At the beginning, Zi Mei was still in the Soul Condensing Realm, and she used a dagger to cut Yuanwei's body several times without cutting Yuanwei's skin, and of course the green shirt and red makeup couldn't break out of her body.

"Senior Sister Tsing Yi, don't move, I'll find a place to squat and see if I can pull you out. Motoo said weakly.

Qingyi Hongmakeup was furious, "Dead Tiger, what do you think of me? Although my body looks like mud, it is the result of my ten thousand years of cultivation, and it is a thousand times stronger than your dead tiger's body." You're trying to pull me out like!"

Yuanwei couldn't smile bitterly, he was afraid that he would be devoured by the green shirt and red makeup, so he persuaded her to calm down with kind words, "I can't spit it out, senior sister, what do you say I should do?"

The green shirt and red makeup thought for a long time, seeing that his body melted faster, and he didn't care about any shame, "Pull it, pull it, but they have to get out of here!"

After Yuan Wei drove away Yi Qimeng, Yatu, Zimei and others, he hurriedly bent his two hind legs with force. But he tried hard for a long time, but he only let out a few tasteless empty farts...

In the end, the green shirt and red makeup became agitated, "My body that has been cultivated for 10,000 years!

As she struggled, Xuanhu rolled on the grass again...

Seven days later, the cyan sludge completely disappeared into Xuanhu's body, and Yuanwei, who had exhausted his physical strength, also collected Xuanhu's body, and fell under a giant tree with a soft head.

"Dead Tiger! Dead Tiger!"

Motoo raised his head tiredly, but the person who spoke in front of him startled him, the person on the front was a beautiful young woman, and the back was the image of a middle-aged man. The beautiful young woman looked angry, and the middle-aged man's eyes were closed as if he was asleep.

"Senior sister, senior brother, senior brother, who are you?" Motowei stammered.

"Who is it? I'm just green shirt and red makeup! You have refined my body that has been cultivated for 10,000 years, and now you are starting to deny it?" the young woman said angrily.

"Senior sister, don't worry, you must not devour my soul, you wait, I will definitely help you cultivate a perfect body. I'm a forger, I can forge a spirit weapon for you to contain your soul first!" Motoo said.

"How can you be so troublesome, the old lady has cultivated her body for 10,000 years! Anyway, my body has melted into your body, and I can't say that I can no longer occupy your body. Little Tiger, you're still mine after all. Why don't I tell you about this method of devouring souls, so that you can die and understand!" said the young woman, giggling coquettishly.

Yuan Wei was shocked, the importance of the soul to the immortal cultivator far exceeded the body, the absence of the body does not mean that the immortal cultivator is completely gone, only when his soul is dispersed, he is really dead.

Not long ago, Chang Xiang almost dragged his entire soul out of his body in order to get rid of the mark left by the Elephant King in the soul of Genwei, and the pain Genwei didn't want to try again.

"Senior sister, don't worry, oops... Oops..."

Yuanwei also wanted to convince the green shirt and red makeup, but found that the other party ignored it at all, her Qianqianyu hand went straight into Yuanwei's body, and pulled out a cloud-like cyan phantom from the body, the light and shadow in the virtual shadow were separate, like a giant snake entangled, like a tiger roaring, and like a pair of huge wings flapping and soaring.

This cyan phantom is Yuanwei's soul, but Yuanwei has not yet broken through to the Soul Condensing Realm, so his soul is still dissolved and has no specific form.

The green shirt and red makeup looked at Yuanwei's soul for a moment, and then let go with a scream of "oops", and Yuanwei's soul took the opportunity to return to Yuanwei's body again.

"Little Tiger, you, you, are you a human or an orc? And... And the smell of that person?" asked Aoyama Red Makeup in horror.

"The breath of that person, who is that person?" asked Motoo, puzzled.

Tsing Yi and Red Makeup didn't continue, she patted her chest, as if she had made some major decision, "Little Tiger, let's turn enemies into friends." ”

Motoo was very happy when he heard this, "Okay, okay, that's great." Thank you, Senior Sister, don't worry, I will definitely forge a spiritual weapon for you as your body!"

The green shirt and red makeup snorted coldly, "Then you have to be careful, if I am not satisfied with the spirit weapon you forged, I will not leave your body, anyway, you can't threaten me before you break through the Soul Condensing Realm." ”

When Yuanwei agreed, the green shirt and red makeup said with an evil face, "I have no body, you have to torture Yi Qimeng on my behalf." I didn't expect me to spend so much effort on her, and in the blink of an eye, she betrayed me. But then again, Yi Qimeng's body is so tempting that it makes me want to stop every time. I suggest you go and taste the beauty now. ”

Yuan Wei was embarrassed, and he turned around to save him. Unexpectedly, the body did not move, but there was a pain in the head.

Motoo came back to his senses and found that he was still lying under the giant tree, and everything he had just done was just a dream.

Motoo pondered quietly, everything just now was so real. He remembered the scene in the cold valley of the Six Valleys Plateau, where the mysterious old man appeared in front of him, and the old man once said that dreams were a way for the souls of immortal cultivators to communicate. In this way, it seems that he has indeed just reached an agreement with Tsing Yi and Red Makeup.

Yuan Wei stretched his waist, the sludge in his body was completely gone, his body not only recovered to its peak state, but the spiritual power in his body was replenished a lot, and there were already vague signs of breaking through the Bone Refining Realm for three weeks, it seems that the sludge is a good thing!

After relaxing, Motoo felt a familiar ache coming from behind him.

"What a man!" Motoo climbed up with the big tree behind him.

The tree towered into the sky, and its trunk was covered with jagged and raised hard bumps, just like the one on the mountain two years ago. Yuan Wei stroked those strange pimples and burst into tears, maybe he didn't understand it before, but now the facts are in front of him: it turns out that Mu Wei is not the little grandson of the seventh grandfather, but an immortal cultivator whose body is this strange tree, a female immortal cultivator!

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