The glamorous female corpse lay there quietly as if she was asleep, her appearance was overwhelmed, her skin was deceitful and snowy, her figure was bumpy and convex, and her undulating curves were as if they were natural, and she felt the blood in her body surging up when she was covered with dust, and there was a certain desire in her heart, and she stretched out her hand uncontrollably, wanting to touch her face!

It's like being controlled by some mysterious force.

Boom!

Suddenly, the laughter of black mist sounded in his ears again, and he woke up Meng Chen, and quickly withdrew his hand, but unexpectedly, the black fog suddenly entered its body from the nostrils of the beautiful corpse.

Meng Chen took a few steps back and looked at the female corpse in the coffin vigilantly.

First, his brows trembled slightly, and Meng Chen felt that his heart was also trembling, and he hurriedly covered his chest.

Then the red lips pursed slightly, and Meng Chen actually had the idea of jumping up and kissing her, so he quickly bit his tongue and forced himself to turn his head.

"Giggle......

Extremely sultry laughter sounded in the coffin, Meng Chen knew that it was a beautiful female corpse after "waking up", so he didn't dare to relax at all, and forcibly turned his head to look at it.

The beautiful female corpse in the coffin sat up, and there was actually a gust of fragrant wind, floating to the dusty nose, which made her blood angry. Immediately after, the beautiful female corpse stretched out its slender jade arm and slowly stretched out to the dusty face.

Meng Chen felt that it was close to him, but it was like being frozen, and he couldn't move his feet, and then he felt a soft jade finger touch his face, gently rubbing it up and down, and then slid to his neck, rubbing it back and forth a few times.

Touching the dust, the tip of the heart trembled.

"Did Childe like this? Tell me earlier!" The voice of the glamorous female corpse was very sweet and beautiful, with an indescribable sense of charm.

It saw that Meng Chen's face was flushed, and he said: "It's a pity that the concubine's body is golden and jade, and she can't serve her son, it's a pity!"

Meng Chen spit out a few words with difficulty: "You still serve the ghosts!"

"Giggle......

The glamorous female corpse ignored the dusty taunt, and pulled him into the sarcophagus as soon as she stretched out her hand.

The sarcophagus is covered with brocade, which is very soft and comfortable, but compared with the body of the beautiful female corpse, it is still a little worse. Dusty was forced to cling to it, and he could feel the softness of his body, the undulating curves of his hand, and the warmth that came from nowhere.

The glamorous female corpse turned over, but she actually pressed the dust under her, and sat on his body with her legs, not minding that the beautiful scenery on her body was in full view of the dust.

"You!" Meng Chen wanted to say something, but the beautiful female corpse leaned down with a smile in her eyes, and a pair of cherry lips were attached to Meng Chen's mouth.

Soft and sweet.

Dusty doesn't know why a corpse is just a corpse, how it is so smart.

was stunned, but saw the glamorous female corpse guiding him to open his mouth.

"Hmm!"

Meng Chen snorted, and saw streams of black mist coming from the mouth of the beautiful female corpse.

The last breath of black mist entered the body of the dust, and then the eyes of the beautiful female corpse lost their luster and lay straight down in the coffin, and then shrank and withered in an instant, turning into a pink skeleton.

After being entered by the black mist, the dust was short of breath, and the green tendons on the forehead and neck erupted, as if it was very painful.

In its body, the black mist scurried around in no direction, as if it was very excited about the young body, and some couldn't control itself.

After a long turn, it remembered its original purpose, and went all the way up to the dusty mind.

At this time, the Dust Realm is insufficient, and it has not yet opened up the Sea of Knowledge, but this is a good thing for the black fog, and it is easier to give it up.

As soon as he arrived in the dusty mind, the black mist saw a small white jade tower, floating.

"Why does it smell familiar?!" the black mist circled around the fairy tower a little restlessly.

"Who the hell is it?!" Black Mist screamed, and a tall and mighty voice suddenly appeared.

"It's you!"

As soon as the black mist remembered whose smell it was, he wanted to leave in a panic.

Swish!

The big hand that had been rough stretched out from the second layer of the Fairy Demon Tower.

This hand was powerful, and there were thick golden hairs on it, and it pounced directly on the black mist.

"Ahh

"Why! Thousands of years still won't let me go!" the shrill voice pierced through the dusty mind and drifted through the main hall.

Rumble!

A blue-purple flame appeared in the big hand, and the black mist suddenly dissipated, and then the big hand returned to the fairy demon tower again, and the rapid breathing of the dust also stopped, covering his chest and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Seeing the skeleton beside him, Meng Chen's heart jumped, and then he crawled out of the coffin in a bit of embarrassment, and accidentally touched the crimson sword with his hand.

The blade was sharp, easily slicing through the dusty fingers, and a drop of blood stained the sword.

Meng Chen felt that he had an inextricable bend with "Dripping Blood to Recognize the Lord" today.

The crimson sword absorbed Dust's blood and then burst into a crimson glow, and then flew not far from Dust's chest.

The walls of the palace were illuminated by a crimson light, and they dissipated like clouds of smoke in an instant.

Dusty was also pierced by the dazzling crimson light, and protected his eyes with his arms until they dissipated.

Call!

With the gentle sound of the wind, Dusty tentatively opened his eyes.

There is no dazzling light, and there are no eerie palaces and mausoleums.

Dusty secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're all right!" said the mysterious woman in the Fairy Demon Tower.

Meng Chen recalled the situation just now, and felt a little afraid, and said, "Nine deaths." But what the hell happened just now? I actually went to the starry sky, and it seems that I have been cut off from communication with you. ”

The mysterious woman was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It seems that I didn't guess wrong, the demon beast on the second layer is about to wake up! Just now you entered the tomb he left in the starry sky, but I didn't expect him to sleep for so long, and he still has such a strong spiritual power!"

Meng Chen frowned, the signs of the second layer of awakening made him taste the bitterness, I don't know if he really woke up, how would he be like this.

Shaking his head, Dusty wanted to leave this place first. But as soon as he took a few steps, he felt that there were more generally hard objects under his feet, and when he looked down, it was the crimson sword in the sarcophagus before.

Picking it up and putting it in his hand for a large amount, Meng Chen found that the sword body was red all over, but the hilt was bronze, and there were three small golden swords engraved on it: the Blood Drinking Sword!

"Blood-drinking sword?" Meng Chen muttered the name of the sword.

The mysterious woman said: "I didn't expect this blood-drinking sword to be in its hand!"

When Meng Chen heard this, he heard the deep meaning and asked, "Could it be that this sword is still a famous sword?"

The mysterious woman said: "In ancient times, there were many talents, and all kinds of heaven and earth treasures were also emerging, and those who had good deeds were ranked on the list of various spiritual weapons, including the sword list!"

Meng Chen said: "It seems that this blood-drinking sword is also on the list?"

The mysterious woman nodded in the tower and said, "That's right, the Blood Drinking Sword is ranked twentieth on the shoulder!"

Meng Chen played with the blood-drinking sword and said, "Twenty!?

"Low?" The mysterious woman rolled her eyes in the tower and said, "Anyone who can be on the sword list is also extremely powerful, if a monk of the same realm can hold a sword on the list and can handle it proficiently, it is definitely a weapon to kill the opponent in seconds!"

Meng Chen's eyes lit up and he looked at the Blood Drinking Sword, but he didn't expect to get a divine weapon when he came out.

......

......

Meng Chen consumed too much spiritual power in the starry sky mausoleum, and he felt a little tired after not walking far, plus the sun was waning, and it was getting late, so he was ready to find a cave to rest for the night.

Seven turns and eight twists, perhaps by fate, Meng Chen finally came to the cave where he first came to the demon forest to live, that is, the cave where he and Nangong Wanyi had some small ambiguities.

Walking in, in addition to the charcoal ash left by the dust last time, there is another trace, and there is some wood next to it.

It seems that after dusting them, there were other people here.

A fire was lit, and Dusty lay on the straw-paved bed, and fell asleep without meditation.

The nerves that had been tense for a long time were completely relaxed at this moment.

At his side, the crimson light on the body of the Blood Drinker flickered and went out, as if it was breathing, adding an eerie atmosphere to the cave.

In a dream.

Originally, the birds were singing, but as the light of the blood-drinking sword lit up, it began to change to the scene on the night the Meng family was slaughtered.

Chaotic figures, bloodthirsty swords, corpses everywhere—

Let the dust in his sleep sweat uncontrollably, and with a sharp grasp of both hands, he shook the hay in one hand.

Sensing the change in its host, the Immortal Demon Tower sent down a white light and rushed to the Blood Drinking Sword, enveloping it.

The next moment, the light of the Blood Drinking Sword stopped, and the dusty breathing gradually calmed down and returned to normal.

The next morning, when the sky was still cloudy, Meng Chen suddenly opened his eyes, woke up, and then got up and sat upright and began to meditate.

A quarter of an hour later, the spiritual power of the dantian Linghai had almost recovered, and the dust gradually got out of the meditative state.

And at this moment, the sunlight shone into a figure from the entrance of the cave.

The person who came was wearing a robe different from that of Wanyue Sect, and a small cloud was tattooed on his chest, which seemed to be the symbol of a certain sect.

It's just that in the vicinity of the Great Cloud Empire, there are no other sectarian forces except for the Wanyue Sect.

Dusty gaze moved upward, opposite the gaze of the visitor.

Although the person who came turned his back to the sun, he didn't really see it, and when he walked a little inward, he could see it really in the dust, and a man with starry eyebrows and sword eyes with a sense of determination.

"Who are you, and why are you in my cave?" the visitor asked.

"I should have asked you this, right? This is obviously my cave, and you used it without my permission?" asked Meng Chen.

The person who came "oh" looked up and down a few times, and said, "It seems that you are a monk from the nearby Wanyue Sect?"