Above the dome scar abyss, Wan Qian Mountain, Xuanchi Sect.

The Xuanchi Sect is governed by three families, the head of the three families is the Yan family, and the head of the family, Yan Xun, is also the suzerain of the Sword Sect.

At this moment, half of the mountain was split by thunder, and the earth and rocks were cracked. There was no fear on the faces of all the disciples. They gathered at the gate of the main hall of Taichen, with solemn expressions, and regarded the mess behind them as nothing.

"Father, after being investigated by the disciples, Yan didn't know that he had indeed fled into the Dome Abyss." Yan Xun's only daughter knelt on the ground, bowed down and reported to the middle-aged man in front of her.

When Yan Xun heard the report, his face was not good, and his eyes looked darkly at the abyss at the bottom of Wanren Mountain: "What a white-eyed wolf." I raised him for 300 years, and I saw that I could let him fulfill his due duties, but I didn't expect him to run away at the last moment. Between the words, the aura around his body suddenly sank, pressing on the disciples outside the hall like a mountain stone.

After a little hesitation, Yan Xun ordered the girl who was kneeling on the ground: "You take someone to the Qiongji Abyss to arrest Yan Buzhi, and at the same time issue a joint wanted notice, appeal to the cultivation realm for Yan Zhizhi's crimes, if anyone can bring back his body, no matter what sect or sect he cultivates, he can receive my Xuanchi Sect's cultivation secret method." ”

"He's seriously injured, and he's got cold poison, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

After arranging the encirclement of Yan Zhizhi, Yan Xun waved his hand and signaled everyone to disperse, he suddenly remembered something, called out to his daughter, and asked, "Is my son okay?" ”

"Ah Di said that it hurt a little when he melted the sword bone, but the spirit root was used quite easily."

After receiving a reply, Yan Xun nodded, showed a satisfied smile, and reflexively walked into the main hall. Walking to the hall of the temple, he folded his palms reverently and bowed down on the futon.

"Don't worry, gods." He raised his head, his eyes glowing blue, "I will soon be able to bring the offerings, and ask the gods to continue to protect my sect." ”

In the hall, there is a huge and majestic statue of the god, with a solemn face, bowing his head and looking at the beings on the ground. His expression was clear and loving, like a bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows, and when Yan Xun's voice fell, his smart eyes were full of covetation.

Outside the hall, the rain fell, and the entire Xuanchi Sect fell into a rainy cloud. Raindrops fell from the sky and hit Yin Qingle's eyelids.

The girl suddenly looked up and stretched out her hand to catch the falling rain. The fog above his head seemed to fade a little, faintly revealing a thin light, as if an eye was watching closely through the thick fog, closely monitoring the movement of the abyss.

Yin Qingle shuddered, shook his head, and shook the idea of increasing fear out of his head. She clutched her phone, crossed the boundary drawn by the true qi in front of her, and walked towards Yan Zhizhi, who fell to the ground.

She made a plan in her heart, she didn't care about the three seven twenty-one recklessly, if Yan didn't know that she was hostile to her, she immediately knelt down and kowtowed and begged for mercy in three steps, trying to show that she was harmless to humans and animals.

Walking up to Yan Buzhi and squatting down, Yin Qingle licked his dry lips and cautiously reached out to turn him over. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and looked nervously at Yan Zhiyi's back.

The book says that Yan Ming's spirit body was dissected and the sword bone was forcibly dug out. Yin Qingle didn't know what the spirit body was, she saw that Yan Buzhi's body was dripping with blood, and subconsciously thought in her heart, could his body be empty?

Yin Qingle plucked up his courage, trembled his hand, pressed Yan Zhi's blood-stained clothes, and touched the three-inch bone joints under the skin. Fingertips touch the tight lines of the back, slowly tracing on it, and as you wander, you can imagine the tall and thin figure under the cascading robes.

Good figure!

Yin Qingle swallowed his saliva and gave Yan Zhizhi the highest score in his heart.

She touched her spine completely, propped up Yan Ming's body, and checked a few places on her chest, finally completely relieved. It's okay, it's complete.

Yin Qingle breathed a sigh of relief, held Yan Zhizhi, and thought about where to be cleaner, so that he could put his mouth down. The gaze moved up from below, down the neck to the chin, and then up, to the pair of dark eyes.

The narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the tails of the eyes flew to wipe the eye-catching residual red. There is no emotion in it, it is all coldness.

"Are you awake?" Yin Qingle exclaimed, hurriedly let go, and sat on the ground uncontrollably.

He was about to beg for mercy when his shoulders suddenly sank. In the afterglow, there were ink hairs hanging down, accumulating on the side of his neck, and the itch hooked Yin Qingle couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips. She froze for a moment, understanding what was happening.

Even for a moment, she became the only recourse of the monk who had lost his strength.

A suppressed inhalation sound sounded in her ears, and her big hand stained with moisture pressed against Yin Qingle's shoulder and pushed her away.

Yan didn't know how to lean lightly against the stone wall, his brows furrowed. He gasped lowly, his hand gripping his belly harder and harder. The blue spider silk slid backwards and slowly crawled over the pale neck and onto the cheeks.

The lips were white, as if a layer of ice crystals had condensed.

It was mentioned in the book that Yan didn't know that since he left the Xuanchi Sect, he had been tortured by cold poison for a long time. Cold poison will intensify the erosion and spread during rainy times, and it is more difficult to suppress. Even in the later stages of the novel, Yan doesn't know that he has been able to suppress the toxic attack, and every time the day is cloudy and rainy, there will still be obvious discomfort.

"Now that you're awake, I have something to tell you." Yin Qingle's brain spun rapidly. She moved a few steps forward, closing the distance between her and Yan Bu, "Do you know how to get out of here?" ”

She kept a proper smile, leaned over to Yan Zhi's side, and secretly glanced at his face several times. It is worthy of being praised by everyone in the cultivation world.,The appearance is first-class and good-looking.,It's three points more beautiful than the same picture in her brain.。

Yan didn't know if he didn't answer, he looked at the girl in front of him, and slowly spoke: "You don't believe in your words, you step over the sword qi, and you search for me repeatedly, what is your purpose?" ”

"I might find my way out." Yin Qingle stiffened, "But it requires Yan Gongzi to make a small sacrifice." ”

"Look." Yin Qingle raised his phone and clicked the [Map] icon in front of Yan Buzhi, "It looks weird, but it's very likely to be true, we may be tied together by an invisible force now, so ......"

As he spoke, his little face turned red. Yin Qingle was looking forward to it, but she heard Yan Zhizhi's slightly dry and hoarse voice.

"So, what do you want me to see?"

"That's it...... Can't you see? ”

Yin Qingle retrieved his phone, looked at it again and again, and confirmed that the words [Kiss and entangle object Yan don't know] were displayed on the screen with a grin. She held her phone up in front of Yan Buzhi, this time closer.

Yan didn't know that the bottom of his eyes was as black as ink, and only the vast white light was reflected.

It's over, he can't see. If he couldn't see it, Yin Qingle wouldn't be able to explain to him what she had just done, and there would be no way to rationalize the actions she was about to do like a prodigal son.

Yin Qingle was messy in the wind for a moment. Her mood calmed down a little, and she pulled out a smile: "All in all, Yan Gongzi, offended." She pressed his hand hard, and the other hand reached for Yan's cheek.

Yan didn't know that his eyes vibrate, the true qi in his hand condensed, and when Yin Qingle approached, he made a final warning: "Don't touch me." The end of the words trembled irrepressibly.

Yin Qing Lequan didn't hear his objection. The girl leaned over, picked up the not very clean face, and pressed her lips to her cold white forehead, rubbing it like a dragonfly in water.

The soft touch is like a falling flower, touching it tightly, and then leaving suddenly, like a dream.

Bah.

Only the sound is loud.

After kissing, Yin Qingle immediately let go of Yan Zhi, and jumped out quickly, for fear of being slashed by the sword qi if he took a slow step. Looking back, Yan didn't know if he had a seizure. He was half leaning against the stone wall, his phoenix eyes were half closed, and the qi sword formed in his palm had disappeared without a trace, as if he was unconscious again.

Yin Qingle stood in the corner where he thought he was safe, and wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand.

"It's also the first time I've kissed someone else, and we all endure each other, which can be regarded as a tie." She tried to block the corners of her mouth, and her heart was full of ecstasy. If she hadn't kept reminding herself that it was the first time they met, she couldn't rush it, she couldn't wait to kiss all the way, from her forehead to her mouth, from her mouth to her neck.

That's Yan Buzhi, her favorite paper man. Squatting on the latest plot every night.,Wiping tears on the computer.,Strive to produce a fan to write a long review.,A paper man who shouts nicknames such as "Zhizhi" and "Cub".

After cleaning up her mood, Yin Qingle couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone, open the screen, and click into the [Map] interface.

The picture scroll unfolded, first the entire map of the vast cultivation realm, and then according to the positioning, it expanded layer by layer. Like a drop of thick ink, the dome appeared under Chi Lu's eyes and faded outward. Yin Qingle has gone around more than a dozen times and failed to understand the terrain, which is clearly presented in the mobile phone.

She was overjoyed, and hurriedly found a straight branch on the ground, wrote and drawn, and transcribed the map. I don't know if this information is enough, can I make a deal with Yan Bu in exchange for the opportunity to be a peer.

Yin Qingle pursed the corners of her lips, focusing on drawing, and her phone vibrated for no reason.

[Essentials have been distributed.] 】

【Divine Elixir: Jade Clear Pulp】

[Effect: After taking it, it can heal the meridians and purify the spirit. 】

[Location: Three steps north of the entanglement object, under a small mound.] 】

She followed the map's instructions, and sure enough, she pulled out a small bottle from the mound of dirt, with golden liquid rolling inside.

- It is worthy of being a necessity for the object of entanglement, and Zhizhichao needs this.

Yin Qingle's eyes lit up, he didn't think about himself at all, he was sure that the elixir was for Yan to know, so he immediately turned around and looked at the unconscious monk with joy.

Three steps to the south, returning to Yan Buzhi's side, Yin Qingle slowly squatted down. He still appears to be in a coma. The long hair scattered is draped over his shoulders, and his face is delicate and alienated, like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust and fallen into a long sleep. Blood stains were all over the body, and the more you looked at it, the more shocking it became.

In the drizzle and mist, the climbing of cold and poisonous spider silk is blocked, and it stays in the jaw for a long time. But forcibly suppressing the spread of the toxin will only make the already exhausted body more uncomfortable.

Yin Qingle clenched the small bottle, remembering that it had been mentioned in the book that even before his identity was revealed, Yan Buzhi's health had not been good. The genius sword cultivator praised by everyone can't hold the sword for a long time. Perennial cold hands and feet, somehow.

The head of the Yan family also used this as an excuse to ban him, forbidding him to show his face among the monks for no reason and show off his limelight.

Yin Qingle has never understood the attitude of the Yan family and even the Xuanchi Sect towards Yan Zhizhi. Yan Buzhi can be said to be dedicated to the Xuanchi Sect, they only need to lie that they recognized the wrong person back then, not only can Yan Buzhi give up the position of the young master, but also continue to keep this perfect tool.

Even if it's just a stand-in that you find casually, and you will be with you for three hundred years, you won't have no emotion, kill when you say it, and drive people crazy.

She came to Yan Buzhi's side, and secretly made up her mind to pour the so-called magic medicine into him. Yan didn't know that his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes crossed the beautiful arc, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. Yin Qingle pulled out the cork, stretched out his hand to lift the jaw of the person in front of him, and tried to open a slit, wanting to pour the potion in.

The vial suddenly flew out of his hand and rolled to the ground. The world in front of Yin Qingle's eyes was reversed, and the back of his head touched the solid soil, dull and painful.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, looking at Yan Zhiyi, who had pinned herself to the ground.

"Yan-" subconsciously opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Yan indifferently.

"I'll ask you again." The handsome, mortally wounded and dying god grabbed her and looked down on her condescendingly. He choked her throat, and the overwhelming feeling of oppression kept her from breathing.

"Who are you?" Yan didn't know how to ask, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and there was no pity for the struggle of his subordinates.

"What are your intentions?"

His hands are so cold.

The skin on the forehead that had been touched by the lips was cooler than the raindrops that suddenly increased and crackled on the dead leaves.