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At midnight, the flickering fire light overflowed the entrance of the stone cave on the mountain wall, although only a small piece of rising and shrinking dim light curtain was formed, but in the dark dense forest of this night, it was extremely eye-catching. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the darkness around, I don't know how many strange-shaped monsters and monsters are hidden, spying on the movements in the stone cave all the time, but it is only limited to snooping, and none of them dare to approach the entrance of the cave more than a foot above the ground.

Because not long after nightfall, all kinds of monsters and monsters continued to follow the firelight, and they entered the stone cave one after another but never came out!

The brief sound of violent fights and the roaring and screaming of various beasts in the middle took up almost negligible time.

And just an hour ago, a ferocious and bloodthirsty gibbon demon ape that could tear tigers and leopards alive had just climbed to the entrance of the cave and looked inside, and a flash of snow knife light flew out of the cave and slashed its head in a flash!

Before its corpse could fall, a black rope twisted and stretched like a spirit snake wrapped around its headless corpse in one fell swoop and dragged it into the stone cave......

The night outside the cave was dark, and all kinds of strange sounds came and went.

The fire in the cave danced, and the popping sound of burning wood beeped softly.

At the end of the bonfire in the stone cave, Wang Dong sat cross-legged with his back against the mountain wall, and at the other end of the bonfire, Murong Ziyi lay on his side on the thick hay covered with a clean silk cloth, sleeping with his back to Wang Dong and his clothes.

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows are in a hole, only separated by a small bonfire in the middle, the atmosphere is so ambiguous, it is normal for some men and women to love each other.

But Wang Dong and Murong Zishan are stupid and cute, except for hunting a few giant centipedes, Murong Girl, who has cultivated to almost build a foundation, once fell into Wang Dong's arms because she accidentally broke her foot, and nothing else happened.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Murong Ziyi gently turning over through the firelight, looking at himself with his head resting on his arm and flashing big eyes, Wang Dong smiled and said hello.

Murong Zishan let out a soft "um", sat up and stretched lazily, his already well-developed and firm chest was even more terrible now, and he almost burst the shirt in the front.

Wang Dong hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the bundle of immortal ropes coiled in a circle in his hand.

"Brother Wang, I've slept well, and I'll keep vigil in the second half of the night. Murong Zishan, who was blushing and heartbeat, pretended to smile calmly.

God knows how much courage it cost her to deliberately highlight the twin peaks, but Wang Dong didn't dare to look at it directly, but it gave her great encouragement, the charm of the people is no worse than that Han Ruoxue, the woman chases the male compartment yarn, and at the same time she has to stabilize her position and take her time while chasing after the victory.

As for the phrase "sleep well", Murong Zishan herself felt funny, how could she sleep with her back to Wang Dong?

She felt a pair of piercing eyes looking at her waist and her buttocks all the time, and even though she knew it must be her own delusion, she couldn't help but think about it.

Wang Dong smiled secretly, raised his head and looked directly at Murong Zi with fluffy hair, and handed over the bundle of immortals in his hand: "Miss Murong, this will be returned to you." ”

Murong Zishan didn't reach out to pick it up, but pouted and said coquettishly: "Brother Wang, why do you call me Miss Murong again?"

"Hehe, purple shirt ......" Wang Dong changed his words with a smile, but secretly he was more careful.

This Murong girl, who was born in a family of hidden immortal cultivators, clearly had that meaning for him, otherwise she would not have chased him into southern Xinjiang.

Regarding this, he didn't think much about it when they first met, but if he still can't notice it now, then he will live in vain.

"That's right. Murong Zishan smiled and said, "Brother Wang, you use the bundle of immortals first, and we will talk about the return later." ”

Wang Dong nodded but didn't insist anymore, tomorrow early in the morning, he would chase and kill the remaining disciples of the Sword Fu Sect, with the help of the bundle of immortals, it would be more certain to clean up the other party.

As for the scale of interaction with Murong Zishan, he already knew in his heart, the other party was as glamorous as a daughter, and she was a real beautiful girl.

However, he can't do anything to see one and love another, in his own words, there are many beauties in the world, even if he can't love his mother all his life like his father, but he doesn't want to be an insatiable breeding pig.

It's not that he doesn't have that energy and physical strength, but he already has two women he secretly and openly admires, that is, Zhu Ling and Han Ruoxue, and he is already satisfied.

Which one of Zhu Ling and Han Ruoxue is not affectionate to him? Which one is not as beautiful as a fairy?

Murong Zishan grabbed the purple long sword and stood up, sat next to Wang Dong not far from the bonfire, looked at Wang Dong who took out a piece of incense stick and lit it with a bundle of immortal ropes, and said curiously: "Brother Wang, what are you doing here?"

Wang Dong sandwiched the green smoke of incense sticks between the fingers of his left fist, moved his back against the stone wall, found a more comfortable position, and closed his eyes half-lying and half-leaning.

"I haven't closed my eyes for days, and I'm really tired and tight, I'm afraid that I will sleep until three o'clock in the morning, and I don't have to worry about it with the reminder of incense. ”

"Isn't there still me? I'll wake you up at dawn. After Murong Zishan was stunned for a moment, he shook his head and said with a smile.

Wang Dong closed his eyes and smiled slightly, but he didn't say anything more, tilted his head to rest on the stone wall to relax, and fell asleep soundly after a short time.

Since he saw the fire talisman left by Bai Rong, he hadn't slept for more than half a moment, and he had been sleepless for more than ten days, plus he had killed six people in Lan Qiu Luhui and killed two two-headed demon snakes, even if he was beaten with iron, he really couldn't bear it.

So he, who never snored, actually snored loudly for the first time, and he was very relieved to have a vigil for Murong Zishan, who had cultivated for almost the foundation.

"He worked so hard, all for Bai Rong...... Lai Youwei is right, there are friends like him, it's worth ......"

Murong Zishan hugged her knees and sighed softly, looking at Wang Dong's more resolute face in the dim firelight, she rested her chin on her knees for a while, and murmured in a low voice: "But I don't want to be his friend......"

At this moment, Wang Dong, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly turned sideways, turned his back to her and let out a burst of intermittent dreams.

"Wakaxue, why are you here......"

"Who is she?oh, she's Murong Zishan, a friend I just met......

"Hehehe...... Don't be stupid, I'll tell you secretly, how could she fall in love with me, a poor boy, because she is the eldest lady of a hermit immortal family? Besides, I just regard her as a like-minded friend, and I will never ......think about it."

"Do you only regard me as a friend? Murong Zishan's lips bit tighter and tighter, and the tenderness and sweetness that had been hidden in his heart disappeared in an instant, turning into a bitter sense of loss.

"People often say that there are thoughts and dreams every day, even in his dreams, he never forgets Han Ruoxue, I, what am I?

Murong Zishan's clear eyes were quickly covered with a layer of moisture, and he had just tasted the love that he thought would blossom and bear fruit, but he was immediately sentenced to death by the cruel dream cry.

How could she have suffered such a grievance, she really wanted to return to Zizhufeng immediately and threw herself into her mother's arms and cried bitterly......

But at this moment, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, could it be that he deliberately pretended to be asleep, wanting to reject me tactfully in this way?

Looking at Wang Dong, who was snoring with his back to him, Murong Zishan himself couldn't be sure if there was such a possibility.

She suddenly clenched her two small white fists, and secretly cheered herself up, if you don't abuse love, you will be loyal to love, I Murong Zishan has taken a fancy to you, you can't escape......

Time passed little by little, Murong Zishan looked at the fiery red incense head that was about to burn to Wang Dong's fingers, and he didn't make a sound to remind him when he had a small temper, and let Wang Dagongzi be burned awake.

"Brother Wang, you don't matter, right?" Miss Murong looked worried.

Wang Dong took out the incense head that was burned into the meat and twisted it on the ground, frowning slightly and smiling: "It's okay, I'm used to it." ”

Accustomed to it? Could it be that he often masochizes himself like this? He can't be a pervert, Murong Zishan was stunned for a moment, secretly slandered Wang Dong fiercely, and continued to be concerned on the surface: "You only slept for half an hour, how can you rest well? Sleep for a while, I will call you at dawn." ”

Wang Dong waved his hand, looked at the dark night outside the cave entrance, closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged.

It turned out that he lit the incense stick in order to wake up in time and be diligent in cultivation, he was so self-disciplined, Murong Zishan suddenly realized, and watched Wang Dong for a while, and strengthened the thoughts in his heart......

Murong Zishan was right, of course Wang Dong was for cultivation, and he had always been reluctant to waste time.

But he didn't refine the spiritual power, and the dozen or so demon beasts he had killed during the previous vigil, he had already dug out the meat pills in their bodies and devoured the spiritual power inside.

And now, he is cultivating the Demon Skill, that is, the incomplete Great Demon Matchless Technique.

When fighting with the two-headed demon snake, he inadvertently cultivated the magic fire, which gave him a deeper understanding of the magic skills.

Life is a lamp, the soul is oil, and the mind is fire...... Wang Dong realized the feeling of the battle and urged the demonic power, and gradually, the yin qi in the night entered the body, and after fusing with the blood qi wandering all over the body, it turned into wisps of demonic qi, and entered the heart in a steady stream.

Under the inner vision of the divine sense, he saw that the demonic qi in the heart was tumbling endlessly, and in the rolling demonic qi, there was a faint light like a ghostly fire, which was the fire of the soul ignited by Wang Dong.

"The fire of the soul is the origin of the demon fire, the soul fire is not extinguished, the demon energy is eternal, and one thought is fire!" More and more clear feelings came to his mind, and Wang Dong felt that as long as he needed it, the demon qi in his heart could be ignited by the soul fire at any time, and it would be transformed into magic fire again and penetrate the surface of his body.

Suddenly, Wang Dong noticed that there seemed to be another kind of yin and strange aura in the yin qi that entered his body.

He opened his eyes, and through the dim light of the bonfire, he saw a trace of black gas floating from outside the cave into the stone cave, through the pores under his clothes, and straight into his body.

He was shocked and just wanted to stop the operation of the demonic power, but he felt that these black qi that had been collected into the heart along the meridians were slowly refined into the demonic qi by that little bit of green and faint soul fire, and stayed in the heart without any discomfort.

Wang Dong frowned slightly, these gases that can be refined into demonic qi seem to be those black gases that shroud the sky over southern Xinjiang, what's going on?

I couldn't figure it out for a while, but after the soul fire refined these black qi, there were more and more demonic qi in the heart, and it was conceivable that once these demonic qi was transformed into demonic fire and penetrated through the body, the power of his own pair of fire palms would definitely increase.

"Good thing......" Wang Dong was in high spirits.

Murong Zishan sat quietly on the side, watching Wang Dong's gaze become more and more solemn, hesitated several times, and finally did not speak......

Unconsciously, the sky outside the entrance of the cave brightened slightly, and Wang Dong's heart flashed, and two black flames suddenly burned on his palms.

Murong Zishan asked softly, "Brother Wang, what is this?"

Wang Dong's thoughts flashed again, and the two black flames were like rain seeping into the desert, and suddenly drilled into his two palms, "I call it Demon Fire, this is what I realized from a crippled magic skill." ”

Murong Zishan was both worried and relieved, he didn't lie to me perfunctorily, but this rumored demon fire that had disappeared for hundreds of years, once it was known by the immortal cultivation world, he would definitely become the target of public criticism, no matter what, I would keep this secret for him.

Having made up her mind, Murong Zishan looked at Wang Dong's eyes that were staring at her tightly, and gently reminded her, "This matter must not be known by a third person, do you understand?"

Wang Dong nodded, he didn't hide it is to believe in Murong Zishan, sometimes the feeling between people is so wonderful, like love, there is no reason to talk about it, believing is believing.

Murong Zishan diverted the topic and asked, "Brother Wang, how do we deal with those disciples of the Sword Talisman Sect?"

Wang Dong thought for a while, and suddenly took out a long sword from the storage bag, drew the sword out of its sheath and handed it to Murong Zishan, whose face changed, "Come ......"

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