"Xiaobai, go back to sleep. Aha~~"

Chen Yi rubbed the corners of his eyes and yawned, he didn't want to accompany the girl out to watch the battle anymore, and he was deeply affected by the fact that he was subduing the Mahayana monk and playing, and he also wanted to have strong strength.

"Don't worry, baby."

Su Xuemo stretched out her hand and pinched the tender little face, returned to the cabin with the little cutie who was in a bad mood, and controlled the Pengyin Flying Boat to fly towards the west, there was still a threat that had not been removed.

"Xiaobai, I'm going to sleep. Whew......"

Chen Yi pursed his slightly dry lips, turned over and hugged the gentle girl, pillowed his soft arms, buried his little face in the warm light veil, took a deep breath of the fragrance that came to his nose, and then stretched out his little hand to pinch it, very satisfied.

"Uh-huh... Can you sleep? ”

Su Xuemo half-squinted at the flattering eyes of the water waves, staring at the little baby in her arms, humming happily and enjoyingly, slightly rubbing and rubbing, like a coquettish little milk cat, well-behaved and sticky, pure and cute, it is really cute.

"Bad little white, don't touch it, it's very itchy."

Chen Yi said unhappily, feeling the tickling touch, and wanted to open his mouth to bite hard.

"Ha~~ It's uncomfortable."

Su Xuemo smiled evilly, listened to the pleasant muffled hum, caressed the white and pink skin, pinched and kneaded the weaknesses of the little cute from time to time, felt the ensuing trembling, kneaded the resisting kitten, full of a sense of achievement.

"Ahh Ahh......h

Chen Yi opened his watery starry eyes, opened his mouth angrily, gnawed indignantly, and let out a muffled snort in his throat, not reluctant, and never gave up if he did not admit his mistakes.

"Ha~~ Don't be angry."

Su Xuemo couldn't stop laughing, holding the annoyed little cutie lying flat on the quilt, caressing the red fluttering little face, gently biting like a kiss, coupled with the warm and sultry breath, itchy and numb, I couldn't help but want to do bad things.

"Humph!"

Chen Yi snorted angrily, gnawed viciously for a while, and vented his unhappy emotions.

"Little baby, take a shower and sleep later."

Su Xuemo half-squinted her affectionate eyes, and the corners of her slightly upturned mouth outlined a meaningful arc.

"Whew... Bad Xiaobai, don't mess around. ”

Chen Yi got up and let out a long breath, glanced at the charming girl, and then looked at the ill-intentioned look, rolled over to the inside of the bed wrapped in a cold quilt, and signaled that he refused to cooperate.

"Hmph... It won't mess around. ”

Su Xuemo licked her full cherry lips, don't let it mess around, then it's better to do bad things openly.

"Why don't you believe it?"

Chen Yi was peeking at him out of the cold, and with an undisguised look, he always felt that he would be bullied very badly.

"Little cutie, my sister has always kept her word."

The corners of Su Xuemo's lips curled, leaned over and hugged the unbelieving little cutie, cleaned up with floating spiritual power, put on an ice blue gauze skirt, hid the blush on her face, and controlled the flying boat to land.

"Heh, Xiaobai, don't do bad things."

Chen Yi pursed his lips disdainfully, thinking of the picture of being wantonly bullied, it was best to believe it obediently.

"Little baby, harmonious communication is not a bad thing."

Su Xuemo smiled, picked up the very vigilant cutie, and teleported to the top of the mountain range outside.

The clouds dissipated, the silver-white moon was like a jade plate, and the mountains in front of it, heavy mountains and mountains, undulating, bathed in the cold moonlight, like a beautiful painting.

"Who's coming?"

Dozens of monks in long robes stepped on their swords to usher in.

"The Remnant Sword Sect, why don't you live in seclusion in the mountains?"

Su Xuemo glanced at the sword cultivators who were not good, the disciples of the Jindan period, the elders of the Yuan infant stage, the sect masters of the merger period, and the Taishang Ancestor in the early stage of the Mahayana.

Crash!

With the appearance of the lotus formation, the faces of the sword cultivators in the formation changed drastically, and they couldn't believe that there were still people who dared to take the initiative to provoke the Remnant Sword Sect, and the Mahayana Ancestor was not a mascot.

"What a rampant descendant of the Transformation Period."

A white-haired old man with fluttering sleeves walked out of the air, and said with an angry smile: "I have never seen such an arrogant young man, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." ”

"Evil beasts! Kneel down for Jiansheng Ancestor! The middle-aged sword cultivator standing behind him shouted angrily.

"In the early days of Mahayana cultivation for more than 20,000 years, the merger period of more than 1,000 years old is about to die, which is sad."

Su Xuemo squinted at the flickering cold light, and her long snow-colored hair fell down her shoulders, exuding a cold and glamorous atmosphere.

"Do it!"

The white-haired old man bowed, he could see his realm at a glance, and he dared to be so arrogant, either hiding his cultivation or relying on external forces, no matter what, he had to fight before he could draw conclusions, and how could he beat the Mahayana period in the transformation period.

"Heavenly Thunder Sword Formation!"

Dozens of sword cultivators who stood in mid-air with their swords stepped on their swords, took out their natal flying swords in an instant, chanted the formation formula, sealed their hands, waved their long swords, and the thunder was bursting, and the lethality was good.

"Break the formation and surrender the enemy!"

The white-haired old man took out the blue-shining superb magic sword, blessed the sword with all his spiritual power, and carried all the sword cultivators to attack the lotus formation, and then, the sword shot out in all directions, and he shouted angrily.

"Heh, the best spirit sword, it's useless."

Su Xuemo smiled disdainfully, according to the information recorded by the intelligence, the Remnant Sword Sect has a fairy sword, which is the treasure of the town faction left after the Sword Immortal crossed the tribulation and ascended, and it is super powerful, but unfortunately it was cut off by the Thunder Tribulation, and the remaining remnant sword is not powerful.

"Immortal Rank Formation? You can't break it! ”

The white-haired old man was shocked in his heart, looking at the girl with a calm expression, he was not as worried as he was just now, even if he couldn't break through the immortal ladder trap, he could protect himself, and he didn't have to worry about his life.

"It's time to finish."

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Xuemo's mouth, and he directly threw out the brilliant immortal rope, and instantly tied up the sword cultivators in mid-air, imprisoned the cultivators, and threw them on top of the immortal boat.

"How is that possible?"

The white-haired old man let out a cry of shock, looking at the surprised and panicked disciples, all thoughts were lost, and he figured out why the Transformation Period dared to ignore the Mahayana Period and possess several immortal magic weapons, even if the Tribulation Period came, he would have to hate it.

"Divine Soul Slave Seal, suppress!"

Su Xuemo frowned slightly, and quickly carved dozens of Divine Soul Slave Seals, and collected the sword cultivators of the Remnant Sword Sect as slaves.

"Jian Sheng greets his master!"

As the slave seal was inscribed, the restless white-haired old man and the sword cultivators bowed down to greet him, in awe and loyalty.

"Whew... Jian Sheng changed his name to Kun Yi and was in charge of the Qiankun Praetorian Guard, so go to Qianyi to form an army. ”

Su Xuemo endured the uncomfortable dizziness, and ordered Kun Yi to go and collect the domestic monks and warriors, and then carried the little cutie into the cabin, lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Huh? Xiaobai, what's wrong? Uncomfortable? ”

Chen Yi blinked his clear starry eyes, looking at the frowning girl, looking very uncomfortable, for some reason.

"Whew... If you consume too much soul power, it's good to rest for a while. ”

Su Xuemo opened her hazy eyes, looking at the worried and anxious little cutie, her eyebrows stretched, and she was in a happy mood.

"Oh... Get a good night's sleep. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Yi's mouth, sat down and stretched out his little hand, gently rubbed the white and tender forehead, and then pressed the tight skin to relieve fatigue and easily decompress, which was very comfortable.