Holding a beauty in his arms, Lin Cheng was mixed.

The joy is that he dragged this heavenly fairy into the mortal dust, and the worry is that he feels that there seems to be something wrong with his exercises.

I don't know if it's Mu Yin, or the reason for the virginity of the Sumire Earth Spirit Body.

His Wood Spirit Root and Wood Spirit Body were much more than the others.

The system message panel can't see the system prompts for the promotion of both.

Check your own [Spiritual Root] and [Spirit].

Among them, the wood spirit root has been upgraded from the second rank and third order to the sixth rank and first order, and the wood spirit body has also been promoted from the acquired triple to the acquired seventh.

Now the qualifications do not add combat power, but the improvement of the wood spirit body not only adds qualifications, but also adds many attributes.

Qi and blood increased by 1,000, True Yuan increased by 800, and combat power increased by 1,006.

The level was also directly raised from level forty-seven to level fifty-one, and the cultivation reached the late stage of foundation building.

The level increase added a total of four hundred and eight combat power, five hundred qi and blood, and two hundred and three true yuan.

Level 50 also unlocks a new plate [Spirit Bone], so the ashes-eating spirit bones in the system warehouse can finally come in handy.

This miracle medicine is really too supplementative.

It's a pity that it's no longer a game now, and the Five Elements Guiyuan Gong pays attention to the mutual growth of the five elements and the mutual restraint of the five elements.

The rapid growth of a single spiritual root and spirit body made his body no longer as calm as before, and became extremely chaotic.

According to Lin Cheng's understanding, he is already a little bit of a madman, but this symptom is not serious.

Caressing Sumire's smooth and tender skin, there is a heartfelt pleasure in my heart.

One of life's great joys definitely includes marrying the person you love.

It doesn't matter how love is defined.

The important thing is to hold on to your rare things, rather than "swallow, you must be happy".

"Lady."

Lin Cheng obviously felt the beauty in his arms tremble.

He looked into the beauty's closed eyes, but for a long time he didn't see her reply.

Looks like you need to take your time.

"Fellow Daoist, there are no better." He asked knowingly.

Sumire saw that it was useless to escape, and her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, but she finally opened them.

"Hmm." She nodded slightly.

"Can you tell me what Mu Yi is?"

Even if the two are already very close, he doesn't plan to force Sumire to admit their relationship.

Calling the lady is just a temptation, and it gives her this concept in her heart.

He never expected such a cold woman to die because of a relationship.

Now she just needs to find some common topics so that she does not refuse to communicate with herself.

In the future, it will be easy to say.

Sumire was silent for a moment and said softly. "If an attribute spirit wants to be promoted, in addition to needing a large number of corresponding attribute spirit stones, some stages also need to refine innate spirit objects."

"Mu Yin is an innate spiritual object, and it is a rare opportunity for Mu Linggen.

But due to the restraint of the five elements, Mu Yin is highly poisonous to my earth spirit body, and I can't take the initiative to force Mu Yin out of my body. ”

Lin Cheng pondered for a moment and continued to ask. "Are there any remnants of Mu Yin in Daoyou's body now?"

"There are about three floors left."

"So you still need my help?"

Sumire saw the man's eyes shining in front of her, and she couldn't help but be silent.

According to the custom of her clan, there was only one companion for life, whether male or female, monk or mortal.

Although she is known as a once-in-a-lifetime genius in the clan, she is regarded as the hope of the whole clan.

But after all these years, it has not been able to fall into the vulgar.

Lin Cheng has been recognized by her in terms of qualifications, and his character is not bad.

So when the two of them practiced this time, she didn't show too much resistance afterwards.

It can be seen from the fact that she is still lying in Lin Cheng's arms and being desecrated by him.

It's just that......

……

Zhao Guoxun rain capital.

"My lord, yesterday in Short Bamboo Township overnight, all the living things disappeared, and the people in the capital are now panicking, if they don't control it earlier, they are afraid of causing trouble." A sturdy man who looked like a fast man knelt on one knee and said loudly.

This person's name is Zhao Fengsan, and he is a famous catcher in the flood rain.

The thin man in civil official clothes was Song Yue, holding the armrest of the seat with his right hand, and his face was gloomy.

Early this morning, there were rumors in the capital that there were evil cultivators in the flood rain.

Now that the officials in the town under him have not yet reported, the rumors in the capital have already spread all over the sky.

It is said that yesterday there was a caravan that wanted to settle in that short bamboo village.

When I looked at it from a distance, it was still smoky, but when I entered the village, I didn't even see a dog.

The group thought that it was a custom unique to this village, and they might have gone somewhere to worship.

But the more you look at it, the more wrong it becomes, although there is no blood in the whole village, but those overturned rice bowls, tables and stools make everyone more and more frightened the more they think about it.

Crawling and crawling to escape from this place, he ran all the way to the capital before he was relieved.

And the caravan was numerous, and it was rumored all over the capital that this evil cultivator sacrificed to the township, so three people became tigers and five people became chapters.

Song Yue is now over sixty years old, and he will soon be able to routinely do business, but this is a thing.

"Feng San, what do you think?" Song Yue touched the wrinkles between his eyebrows with his right hand, only feeling sad.

As a mortal, no one wants to encounter such a thing.

"My lord, my subordinates reported an hour ago, there is a huge black mist on a ridge in Short Bamboo Township, I'm afraid it's really ......" Zhao Fengsan stopped talking.

Song Yue heard what he meant, and he was afraid that the evil cultivation was true.

"Hey......" After a long time, Song Yue raised his head and said. This kind of thing can only be solved by their immortals. You go with me to the Immortal Tower, please Dong Qinxian Master. ”

Although the mortal emperor is not allowed to cultivate immortals, the Zhao State Immortal Cultivation Sect will send disciples to sit in the capital city under their respective territories, so as to avoid the tragedy of the evil cultivation sacrifice city.

Most of these disciples are foundation-building monks who have gone down the mountain to practice, and ordinary evil cultivators may not be their opponents.

Even if you are defeated, as long as you can run, you can find someone.

The two soon came to Dengxian Tower.

This building was built in the eastern district of the capital, and the boy outside the building saw that Song Yue and others were quite powerful, and he did not dare to slack off, so he quickly went to tell Dong Qin.

Song Yue and the others were waiting for a cup of tea in the building, and they saw a four-foot short man walking in quickly.

"Immortal Master." Seeing this, Song Yue hurriedly got up, bowed his head and arched his hand.

Dong Qin nodded when he heard this, and crossed Song Yue to sit on the main seat.

Jumping with his right hand on the stool, he sat up, his feet ten centimeters off the ground, swinging.

"Tell the story." Although his posture is not high, his voice is very calm. He picked up the spiritual tea prepared on the side, covered the tea leaves with a tea lid, and took a sip directly despite the heat.

Song Yue didn't dare to be surprised when he heard this, and whispered. "Immortal Master, yesterday there was a short bamboo township under the capital overnight, hundreds of families disappeared, and there were not even domestic animals and poultry left.

The lower officials are afraid that they are evil cultivators, so they have come to invite the immortal master. ”

In the final analysis, whether you are willing to make a move, and when you want to make a move, depends on the disciple himself.

How can he manage it as a mortal official, he has to be careful to ask for help.

"Oh?" Dong Qin put the tea back on the table and continued. "Make it clear."

Song Yue gave Zhao Fengsan a try, and Zhao Fengsan stepped forward and said the matter loudly without being humble or arrogant.

"Black Mist?" Dong Qin whispered. "Isn't it the old ghost of the Black Wind?"