When he woke up, he was lying in bed.

To be exact, she didn't really pass out. After taking the golden pill, the blood in the prison painting seemed to turn into hot magma, and the scorching heat carved into her bones made her feel a pain that was above her body.

She felt hot and in pain. So, she got into the bathtub and tried to relieve the pain with the water in the bathtub.

It's a pity that the water in the bathtub is also hot.

She felt like a live fish in boiling water. Rolling around, jumping out of the pot can dry to death, leaving the pot to be boiled to death.

There is nowhere to hide. Twisting and turning, it is an extreme torment. The power in the body gushed out with the scorching heat in the blood.

She didn't know what she was doing, and she thought she had fainted. But in fact, she had been watching her skin be burned red and steamed.

It's like washing a freshly used iron pot with cold water, and it makes a "bang-la-la" sound.

It seems that the body is no longer my own.

She remembered that after she shouted, Xue Yan rushed in, as if ready to carry her out. However, for some reason, he didn't do it.

After that, the memory becomes a blank. When she was awake, she was lying on her bed, and Xue Yan was sitting beside her.

"Shhh The prison painter sat up, rubbing his head and grinning like a drunken man when he woke up the next morning.

"Headache?" Xue Yan asked.

The prison painting nodded. Normally, I would be refreshed after every time I practiced, but this time, it was as if my whole body had been run over by a big truck, and I felt extremely sore everywhere, as if I would fall apart at any time.

"Why is this ancestor's medicine so strange? Are the adverse effects so big? Pounding his aching limbs, he frowned and complained. You must know that this thing has so much stamina, she won't eat it if she is killed. Sure enough, you still have to be cautious about what you enter. Neither can those who are exempt from inspection.

"Probably not." Xue Yan picked up one of the hand that was drawn in prison and checked it left and right, but he didn't see anything wrong.

"I ate it once before, and I didn't have any other reactions except that the dantian was slightly hot."

Prison Painting glanced at Xue Yan with some surprise. It turns out that this guy has also eaten the ancestor's dream back pill. Come to think of it, otherwise why doesn't this guy usually seem to do anything, but his cultivation is not low. It turned out that he secretly went to cram school.

"Then why is there such a big reaction to what I eat? It can't be that there is a difference between men and women, right? ”

Xue Yan was amused by her words: "This is a golden pill that is tonified from spiritual sense, and it has nothing to do with your body structure. Just now I saw that you fell asleep for a while, the spiritual wind was working in your body, and there was no problem with the medicinal effect of the Dream Back Pill, but I don't know why it was so painful. ”

"Maybe the Bodhi Ancestor deliberately added something to the golden pill in order to teach me a lesson, so that I would be more uncomfortable than others when I absorbed it, so as to punish my ignorant parents." He pouted and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. The clothes that had just been soaked in the water were all dried by the hot body temperature, but because they dried too quickly, there were many folds, which looked very indecent.

"So why bother?" Xue Yan also stretched out his hand to help the painting tidy up the folds. "I think that this Jin Dan may be an enhanced version, and there are some secrets that no one knows. You rest for a while, and then run the Spirit Wind to give it a try. ”

"That's all there is to it." Prison Painting sighed.

After a while, he sat upright on the bed, holding his breath and concentrating, gathering the spiritual wind in his body. At first, I didn't feel anything unusual,

But when it reached thirty percent, he noticed that the aura in his body seemed to have undergone a subtle change from before. It is still the power of both good and evil, but under her operation, it has become a rich black, slightly domineering, and with a hint of ancient taste, like old wine with the fragrance of sauce, the aroma is compelling.

"Like, there is indeed a difference, and there seems to be none. I can't tell. Why don't we compare and compare? ”

So, in the middle of the night, Prison Painting and Xue Yan staged a hearty contest on Wandering Soul Street. Of course, the duel between Lingfeng and Lingfeng is not easy to hurt each other, but the flowers and plants that were already neglected on the roadside were sloppy, and most of them were destroyed overnight.

They know too much.

However, prison painting did not reach any substantive conclusions. The matter was put on hold for the time being. Compared with other conjectures, prison painting is more willing to believe that this is just a plus version of a dream back to Dan.

The next night, the store was once again greeted with several uninvited "customers".

Day 3, Day 4, Day 5...... It wasn't until the bottles and cans in Xue Yan's room were almost filled that the prison painting felt that it was time for the matter to be over.

She's going to meet the housemaid.

These resentful ghosts are attracted to the prison painting shop for no reason, whether it's a gift or a threat, you have to leave a word, right? To say that these things were not done by otaku girls, prison paintings really don't believe it.

I called and told Yong about it, and Yong conveyed the meaning of the prison painting on his behalf. The otaku didn't give a definite reply. And that night, bad news came from the heavenly realm.

Several important ministers of the Heavenly Realm are missing. Those who were injured before were all damaged by the seven orifices.

No one knows what's going on. Before that, they had never left the heavenly realm, and they had rested in their own dormitories.

So, what's going on?

The Celestial Realm immediately sent a team to investigate this matter. Later, it was discovered that the missing and the damaged ones had attended a small special meeting to discuss the repair of the celestial defenses before the accident.

And the little fairy, who was in charge of preparing the tea for the meeting, also disappeared.

In the end, the prison painting still failed to make an appointment with an otaku. However, Prison Yong told her that these powerful ghosts were too resentful, and they could purify their resentment and use it for cultivation. As for whether the residue is still an intact soul after purification, it depends on their creation.

Lord God of War seems to have always been more Buddhist.

This was not a difficult task for Xue Yan. So for the next few days, the two of them spent the whole day sitting on the sofa sucking and sucking on those bottles and cans, like two big smokers in the old days.

It's just that the more people smoke it, the more they wilt, the more they smoke it, the more energetic they become.

During this period, another strange thing happened in the heavenly realm. The few important ministers who had disappeared had all returned to the Heavenly Realm. However, he was robbed of his immortal body.

This immortal body is not the same as the body painted in prison, but it is just a skin, without it, the central idea is still there, and it won't be too big. But the immortal bodies of these heavenly immortals are all condensed by accumulating the luck of heaven and earth for an unknown number of years, from the toes to the hair, they are all immortal qi, and the soul in it is just a thought.

This is also the difference between this earth immortal and the heavenly immortal. One is a soul with immortal energy, more Taoist than ordinary ghosts, and a nobler bloodline, just like a strong man who has been healthy, stronger than ordinary people. The other is to replace the entire soul with immortal energy, and then take out the brain thinking and put it inside, which is more like putting a paraplegic who is worse than ordinary people in metamorphosis

Just inside, strong is strong, but it can't do without the shell of this transformer.

Now, the Transformers are gone, and only the paraplegics are left, and the miserable situation can be imagined.

As the so-called plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken. No matter how many people who lost their immortal bodies complained bitterly in front of the palace about how the otaku abused them and humiliated them, the heavenly realm could not meet their demands.

There are two reasons for this.

First, the opponent is too strong.

Second, they are too weak.

An immortal who has lost his immortal body is no longer an immortal. Except for the rather noble Heavenly Immortal bloodline, that is, a paralyzed person.

Even ordinary evil ghosts can be bullied. If you want to restore your immortal body, unless there are other immortals who are willing to give up your immortal body to give it to them. Otherwise, you'll have to start all over again.

Who dares to take this?

Those who couldn't get the ideal answer vomited and refused to leave, still living in the heavenly realm. The heavenly realm also kept them and let them make trouble.

And those who have been damaged in the seven orifices have some problems with their judgment ability, and it is difficult for them to take on the big responsibility. Bodhi Ancestor also returned to the mountain. Therefore, after this battle, the heavenly realm lost many important pillars.

Faltering.

And at this moment, the underworld is not calm. Although the appearance of the God of War is a headache, in addition to picking out the sea caves in the Netherworld, Prison Yong only lived in the place where the Eastern Ghost Emperor lived, and cooked and cooked every day, which did not cause any bad effects. What makes the underworld uneasy is the heavenly realm.

The heavenly realm was dismantled like that, but I am afraid, I don't know when it will be served in a pot.

Although he did not see the tragic situation in the Heavenly Realm with his own eyes, it can be seen from the two distress letters in the Heavenly Realm every day that the situation has reached a precarious point.

Naturally, the underworld was not stupid enough to rush to help at this time. However, no one knows what exactly the otaku means. And the god of war, who is the right-hand man of the house, is stationed in the underworld. It's hard to say whether the otaku girl will directly attack the underworld after taking the heavenly realm. When the time comes, one of them will attack on the outside, and the other will respond on the inside, how can they stand it?

The Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions took turns to go to the God of War Prison every day to eat, and inquired about the news by the way.

But there was no valuable information at all.

It's like feeling the depression of the heavenly realm, these days, the sky is not good. The sun did not come out for a long time, and the dark clouds became the ceiling of the entire mortal world. It's dense, it's just not raining.

Standing at the door and looking at the sky, the prison painting took a deep breath of the oppressive air, and the apprehension in his heart was difficult to suppress.

"What's wrong?" Xue Yan had just finished sucking the things in those jars, his face was full of satisfaction, but when he turned his head, he saw that his wife was looking up at the sky at a melancholy 45-degree angle, with a strange literary style.

It's really unaccustomed.

"Say, why does the otaku girl refuse to see me?"

If it is the plot in an idol drama, at this time, the audience may think that this is a little girl who is sad because she misses her mother.

But Xue Yan heard the uneasiness in the calm.

"You're afraid."

This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

"Perhaps, she's afraid."

It was a joke, because Xue Yan retracted his gaze when he saw the prison painting, and a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

But Xue Yan didn't think this joke was funny at all, and even sounded a little scary.

Why, he couldn't say.

"Practice?" Xue Yan asked.

"Okay."