Wu Feng bit his thin lip.

But he groaned slightly, and then laughed: "Sacrificing his life to accompany the jade man is exactly his duty." ”

Sheng Zuixiang also chuckled, with a bright red face, like a summer flower.

She blew like an orchid, whispering the key points of cultivation in Wu Feng's ear. The sound is like a fairy dream, stirring the minds of young people.

Wu Feng's mind was leisurely, but he controlled his own mind, and branded every word of Sheng Zuixiang in his mind, trying his best to digest it.

"Do you remember everything?" Sheng Zuixiang's red lips were like fire, and under the moonlight, he could see it very clearly.

"Remembered. Wu Feng responded.

"So, take my sister's hand. Sheng Zuixiang blinked her slightly blue eyes and handed over the mutton fat white jade condensed into a plain hand.

Wu Feng took it with a smile, his five fingers intersected, only to feel soft to the bone, and he couldn't help but secretly exert force in his palm and knead it.

"Stop playing. Sheng Zuixiang said angrily: "The skin is not as delicate as your Lan sister." ”

Yun Hailan's skin is truly jade soft and soft, and it is about to burst. The demon girl is half white-skinned human blood, and her skin is slightly whiter than that, but the delicacy is a little worse.

Sheng Zuixiang was telling the truth, but this seductive attitude of pretending to be jealous was still so charming that Wu Feng's heart was almost burning, and he secretly sighed that this woman deserved to be a natural stunner.

He stopped rubbing, allowing his palm to make light contact with Sheng Zuixiang. But the demon girl's body temperature is high, and the heat penetrates into the bones, so quietly touching, there is another wonderful taste of sultry.

Sheng Zuixiang's eyes were like smoke, inducing Wu Feng to look at her. Wu Feng only felt that the light was like the sea, which was difficult to resist.

He operated his inner breath according to the method taught by Sheng Zuixiang, and in an instant, there was a bang in his mind, and he fell into a blurred realm.

The aroma emanating from the surface of the drunken deodorant suddenly became intense, enveloping Wu Feng like a tide.

The aroma should have been as refreshing as the moon, but now it is like a fire. It's hard to breathe.

Wu Feng gasped with difficulty, but his eyes were still immersed in the light of his drunken eyes. The enchantress's dark eyes flickered, and there seemed to be three thousand worlds rising and falling.

The true qi of yin and yang spontaneously flowed and swam in Wu Feng's meridians, like a torrent, following the right path first. Then it flows along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, circulating the size of the week. Wu Feng's internal organs were all wrapped in the cold and heat of his true qi.

Sheng Zuixiang looked at Wu Feng's slightly distorted face, his eyes showed a trace of pity, and he sighed, but his expression suddenly became extremely dignified, as holy as a goddess.

Her gaze was contemplative, like an ancient sacred mountain.

But when it fell on Wu Feng's eyes, there was an unusual stimulus.

At this moment, Wu Feng was in an extremely delicate state. The true qi roared and collided in the body, but the divine soul seemed to be separated from the body, and wanted to rush into the body of the beauty on the opposite side and become one with her.

Sheng drunken fragrant red lips moved, and sang a leisurely ballad, the song rose and fell, and Wu Feng's thoughts were more and more aroused.

Wu Feng's body trembled violently, struggling like a dehydrated fish. In his eyes, there was a cycle of ice and fire, and golden runes rose and fell in between.

There is a secret charm in the drunken ballads. It made it difficult for Wu Feng to resist himself, but it contained the aura of order, turning into an invisible chain of order, binding Wu Feng's body. If it weren't for that, he would have been unable to control himself and swooped towards Sheng Zuixiang.

Wine-like eyes. The intoxicating aroma, the beautiful jade face, and the tactful and ambiguous long song constitute a very fragrant but extremely treacherous red face.

Wu Feng's body was sometimes cold and hot, but the time of heat was obviously increasing. The body felt like it was about to explode.

The true qi associated with the Dongchen Sword Dictionary and the Yun Ji Secret Spectrum collided in his body, and it was gradually becoming chaotic.

Wu Feng reluctantly urged the gods and demons to think about Xuangong, trying to channel the true qi in his body to run, but this body seemed to be no longer owned by him. The rational Wu Feng and the instinctive Wu Feng were divided into two different people at this moment.

Sheng drunken incense suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

She saw a demonic fire surging from Wu Feng's eyes, and the bones were like mountains. The sea of blood is long, pouring out the world.

Even though she is a person in the Demon Gate, she has a deep fear in her heart.

She deeply felt that the Demon Ancestor Demon Venerable who created the Holy Gate was not as powerful as the mysterious power in Wu Feng's body. That kind of power is the true demon in the world, even beyond this world.

Sheng Zuixiang didn't know how many secrets there were in this young man, but she understood that if she wasn't a big realm higher than Wu Feng, it would be impossible to resist this terrifying aura. Assuming that Wu Feng has the cultivation of conquering the heavens and relieving the heavens now, she will definitely be countered by Wu Feng, not only to sacrifice her body, but also to become the furnace of the mysterious power in Wu Feng's body, and it is difficult to say whether she can survive.

But fortunately, Sheng Zuixiang can not only comprehensively suppress Wu Feng in the realm, but Tianxiang Dafa has also been studied into a preliminary system. Therefore, the flow of her mind not only strengthened the chain of order that trapped Wu Feng, but also poured a gentle breath into Wu Feng's body on her jade hand, channeling Wu Feng's internal breath.

Wu Feng felt that he was reincarnated in countless worlds and countless fates, but heat and sensuality blurred the scene every time. Each world seems to be shrouded in a sea of strange fragrances and flowers, but the aroma is different every time.

The flesh began to suffer as if it had been drained of its blood and poured into the blood of a horse, and it was like an inch of it was torn apart and sprinkled with salt.

But Wu Feng always kept a bit of clarity in his heart, tried his best to unite his rational self and his instinctive self, and resisted carnal desires with a pure heart.

The white bone view of Buddhism, the impure view, is really self-deception. Animals and even flowers and plants turn into beautiful women, and human beings cannot resist the temptation of them, and if the white bones can be turned into beautiful women again, men will still flock to them, but what is the use of pointing out the inside? White bones are only a part of beauty, but they cannot be regarded as the essence of beauty. In Buddhism, those who practice this path are often contaminated with karma and demons, and this is the reason why it is itself a deviated and evil way, and how can it seek positive results.

In comparison, Sheng Zuixiang's statement of resisting carnal desires with a child's heart and restraining instinct with the origin is indeed much more reasonable.

Wu Feng's whole body was like steam, sweat was like rain, white gas gushed out from his pores, but his eyes turned to ethereal, and there was a strange feeling of turning into a baby.

He returned from the reincarnation of vain and looked at the beauty in front of him with a detached mentality.

The path of cultivation is boundless, the way of heaven hangs in the void, I don't know where it is, the immortal gate is gone, and this body is difficult to rely on.

Beauty is still beauty. It didn't turn into a skeleton or anything like that, but the divine soul turned into a peaceful one, only seeing the other party as a cultivation partner and exploring the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao together. is like a three-year-old child frolicking, and he will not pay attention to the beauty and ugliness of the other party.

Sheng Zuixiang nodded secretly.

Wu Feng's understanding is still above her expectations.

The strange fragrance that swirled around Wu Feng began to change again. Although it is still an aroma, it becomes pungent, sometimes salty like the sea breeze, sometimes spicy like mustard seeds. Sheng Zuixiang simulates the smell of various medicinal herbs with body odor to stimulate Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was once again dragged into a false reincarnation, with the sword mountain oil pot, the fire and hell poisonous sea, and all kinds of disasters came one after another.

He realized what Sheng Zuixiang meant by being sometimes in heaven and sometimes in hell.

Lots of tribulations. Wu Feng felt breathless.

But Wu Feng adheres to the principle that his heart is like a sword, and he has a thousand calamities, only remembering that this is false, and he is like cutting thorns, killing all the way and returning to the truth.

This is a process of enlightenment.

Sheng Zuixiang's eyes and singing voice turned to Rouwan again.

The instinctive Wu Feng seemed to see the temptation of infinite fragrant skin and jade body in the red smoke, and the scenes of Yun Hailan, Mengqi Dance, and even Qi Qi and Ji Biyue also appeared in his thoughts. Glamorous to the extreme. However, the rational Wu Feng kept his mind firmly and looked at it with the heart of stopping the water. And fight hard with your alter self immersed in carnal desires.

The true qi gradually turned to order, undulating like the sea in the moonlight.

After several reciprocations, the qi in Wu Feng's body became stronger and stronger.

It seemed that some shackles were shattered, and in one reincarnation after another, the power of potential was squeezed out of Wu Feng's internal organs, and then nourished his limbs.

Sheng Zuixiang saw the shadow of the unicorn appear in Wu Feng's eyes. Although it does not make a whistling sound, it is powerful.

Three hours passed like a snap of a finger.

Sheng Zuixiang felt that Wu Feng's body had become extremely hot, and his eyes were once again unusually hideous.

She understood that this was the last hurdle.

Sheng Zuixiang was still trapped by lust after breaking through at the beginning, and if it wasn't for the rescue of her sister, she would definitely burn herself to charcoal. And as a result, her sister suffered the consequences for her.

And she would never use her body to dissipate the fire for Wu Feng, so she could only let Wu Feng suppress it with her own willpower. However, now that the incense Dafa has become a system, it will not be so dangerous.

Sheng Zuixiang saw that Wu Feng was almost out of control, so he immediately made a decision, and while his left hand injected a gentle breath into Wu Feng's body, his right hand violently strangled Wu Feng's neck, and a red light emitted from his palm, making him completely suffocated.

At the same time, the oppressive aura was also injected into Wu Feng's body.

Sheng Zuixiang felt a strong rebound, which surprised her. However, the perennial experience of wolf defense made her not panic at all, and suppressed Wu Feng to death.

If Wu Feng couldn't break this level, he would either suffocate to death, or be burned by the flames and turned into ashes.

The heat around Wu Feng was forced out by Sheng Zuixiang with magic skills, but he still had to rely more on Wu Feng to dissipate it by himself.

Wu Feng was choked by Sheng Zuixiang, and he couldn't even roar.

But his eyes gradually regained their clarity as he struggled.

Sheng Zuixiang's heart eased, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, understanding that if Wu Feng couldn't get out on her own, she would have to kill Wu Feng. With the terrifying demonic power on Wu Feng's body, even if she couldn't bear to make a move and promised Wu Feng with her body, I am afraid that the result would be to burn both of them to ashes.

She let go of her right hand that was holding Wu Feng's neck, but her left hand was still holding the young man.

Wu Feng let out a long breath.

He realized that his cultivation had broken through from the Zhenye Fifth Heaven to the Eighth Heaven Realm.

"How is it?" Sheng Zuixiang smiled, and the aroma flowed on Wu Feng's nose: "Drunken incense has also gained a lot, and within a few years, Tianxiang Dafa will be able to be completed." ”

He also said: "If you have time, Xiao Xie Yi can go to Huijin City to see the Hundred Flowers of Refining Heaven, the drunken incense of Tianxiang Dafa originated here, you look at this thing, you should be able to consolidate the realm." ”

Wu Feng cast a grateful look, but gasped lowly.

The raging flames are not so easy to drain.

Sheng Zuixiang's eyes turned gentle.

"I'm so tired, let's sleep well. Just treat them as your Lan sister. ”

As he spoke, the quilt was put back on Wu Feng's body, his left hand gently squeezed Wu Feng's palm, and his right hand rubbed his back, with a maternal breath in his eyes.

She completely faded her charm, and purely used her gentle beauty to soothe the remaining flames in Wu Feng's body.

Wu Feng felt her jade feet gently touching him, rubbing against the soles of his feet, but he didn't feel the meaning of teasing. Sheng Zuixiang's body temperature should have been higher than that of ordinary people, but now his feet are exceptionally cool, and he must have forcibly lowered his temperature with exercises.

"Sister Princess, it's so beautiful. Wu Feng said sincerely, he never thought that the demon girl could also be as gentle as water.

Yuehua was clearly shining on the beautiful jade face of the drunken incense, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of grace, but Wu Feng did not dare to have blasphemy thoughts in his heart.

Such beauty made Wu Feng's heart blur, and he almost couldn't restrain himself and confessed to her.

But he bit his lip, and finally forced his thoughts down.

Emotionally, Wu Feng will never do irresponsible and reckless things.

Feeling the softness of Sheng Zuixiang's skin, Wu Feng's heart gradually calmed down, and fatigue hit him like a bee, and he finally fell asleep with heavy eyelids.

When I woke up, Sheng Zuixiang was long gone.

There were a few stars of red hair next to the pillow, which convinced Wu Feng that this was not a dream.

The tip of the nose flutters, and you can smell the faint fragrance of beauty. (To be continued......)