Warlock, a rare type of monk with a special status in the cultivation realm, kills people with spells, acts between Taoist cultivation and evil cultivation, and hides the world with the end of the original Dao Demon War.

In order to heal himself in the early years, Ting Yan met this friend in a secret realm, but because the spell did not work on his body, they did not have much contact.

Ting Yan didn't say much to each other, but directly expressed his intentions, and put the benefits he could give on the bright side.

The other party saw that he was generous, and he was a little less casual.

"Hehuan Sect's Scattered Gong Mantra? Heck, that's a bit tricky, it's a very subtle spell. ”

In order to avoid betrayal, the founding ancestor of the Hehuan Sect has made great efforts to integrate the spell with the sect's method, as long as their practice is used to run in the body for a week, the spell will be pierced in the person's body along the aura, and the scattered gong cannot expel it.

"If you can't do anything about it, I won't bother much."

Ting Yan said lightly, and there was no change in his expression for the word Sangong.

He already knew the cause of this spell when he searched for souls, but his focus at this time was not Lin Weaving's past.

No matter what connection Lin Zhi had with the Hehuan Sect in the past, he had already dispersed his merits and entered his Guiyi Sect, that is, the person of his Guiyi Sect.

"Who said I can't help it, don't use this kind of words to provoke me, but if you follow what you said, I'm afraid the situation is really not optimistic."

"The more this spell itself is restrained, the more serious it becomes, and its viciousness is not that it makes people fall into □□ frequently, but that it slowly degenerates into a furnace."

Hearing this, Ting Yan's eyebrows wrinkled deeper, and he blamed himself in his heart.

If it weren't for him, maybe Lin Weaving's situation wouldn't be so serious.

"However, if you don't act with people, your spiritual power has not been plundered, and you may be able to save it through meridian reshaping, but this method is like crushing and reorganizing people's meridians, which is very painful."

The warlock groaned slightly, suggesting a feasible solution.

Ting Yan couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, and said softly, "What else?" ”

It doesn't work either, it's because of another him.

"Let me study it."

The warlock looked at the contents of all the spells of the Hehuan Sect displayed by Ting Yan, and began to think deeply about the jade slip.

A few days later, he didn't have time to tidy up his clothes, so he came to Ting Yan with his hair scattered.

"There it is! If you don't want him to wither and the spell can't be eradicated, then let the trick be reversed. ”

In short, if you don't want to be a furnace, then treat others as a furnace, and if you don't want the aura to be devoured, then swallow other people's spiritual power.

This is not the result that Ting Yan wants, but there seems to be no better choice at the moment.

He took out what he had promised the warlock, and took to heart the method of operation that the warlock had taught.

On the way back to a sect, he was thinking about how to talk to Lin Weaving about it.

Because of the trickiness of the Hehuan Sect's scattered mantra, the warlock's reversal technique is even more paradoxical, in which the key is not easy to find, and it must be completed under the injection of aura.

This also means that Lin Weaving runs the reversal spell for the first time, and he must be injected with spiritual power while clearing the pass to devour and digest.

Before Ting Yan could think of what to say, his face changed slightly.

His eyebrows and eyes were even colder, even with a bit of astonishing anger.

Empathy appeared again, and Ting Yan didn't need to summon the water mirror to know what was going on, but this kind of thing would only push the current Lin Weaving into a desperate situation.

Infernal Mountains.

In Yuanzhi's cave mansion, two futons were kicked aside.

Yuan Zhi was rarely embarrassed by the poor living environment, and the last time his senior brother came to invite him to drink, because there was only one futon in his cave, he could only go to cut stones temporarily, and after that, he learned from the pain and added another futon.

But change is always faster than planned, and when the accident happened, Yuan Zhi found out that what was missing in his cave was a big object.

This matter was very sudden, Lin Zhi came to water the spiritual energy of the Thousand Heart Vine in front of the Yuanzhi Cave Mansion as usual, and in an instant, the love poison attacked.

Lin Weaving didn't release the Thousand Heart Flower's demonic qi because it hadn't disappeared yet, so as not to cause an accident to the situation.

Yuan Zhi put his robe under the pad, looking at his senior brother's hot cheeks, worried more than happy.

What the hell is this thing and why is it so abnormal.

The sound of gurgling water echoed in the not wide cave, and Yuan Zhi leaned over to kiss Lin Zhi's eyes, and suddenly raised his hand.

The black sword appeared, blocking the sword intent flying from behind.

"Fuck off."

Yuan Zhi did not separate from Lin Zhi, and looked at the main soul that appeared in front of him with sharp eyes.

The young man was surrounded by the displeasure of the invasion of the territory, and there were a few shallow scratches on his broad back.

At this time, no one can come to get a piece of the pie, not even themselves.

"You can't beat me, give him to me."

Ting Yan's gaze swept over him indifferently, his tone was flat, he didn't even want to pay more attention to this split soul, he just wanted to take Lin Zhi away.

"He is my love affair, and he has a heart with me, he promised to marry me in the future, what are you?"

The young man who has always been straightforward and quick to talk opened his mouth, he knew that his cultivation was far from the main body, but Lin Weaving was his.

"You let me have him, don't go back on your word, don't you want to cross the catastrophe?"

Yuan Zhi took a deep breath and reminded him, of course, his actions were not due to Ting Yan's coercion, but because of his senior brother......

Yuan Zhi touched Lin Zhi's cheek as a soothing, and then put his palm on his gently swaying waist.

"Extremely dull, if you continue like this, his cultivation will be sucked dry by you, don't you notice?"

Ting Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was rather hoarse and scolded.

Yuan Zhi was stunned because of Ting Yan's words, senior brother's cultivation?

He immediately investigated, and found that Senior Brother's spiritual power was indeed slowly transitioning towards his body through the connection, but in the previous situation, he didn't notice it at all.

He tried to return the aura, but found that the wood aura, which was supposed to be repulsive, had entered his body, and it had merged with the golden aura, and it was no longer separated from each other, and the aura he had given to his senior brother was still clearly distinguishable from his own aura, but instead made the senior brother snort, which obviously made him miserable.

How so?

"What do you know?"

Yuan Zhi intended to withdraw, but was fixed in place.

The internal fire seemed to burn his lungs, and Lin Zhi was determined not to let the only source of water leave.

"Why?"

The slender white fingertips touched and fumbled wildly, holding the slight heat that separated the clinging place.

The young man's eyes were puzzled, and he asked the young man who kept saying that he loved him.

Why leave?

Ting Yan's eyebrows and eyes had already endured to the extreme, and he didn't want to talk nonsense: "Let go." ”

"How can I help him, tell me."

Although Yuan Zhi didn't know what Ting Yan was going to do, he subconsciously felt that he couldn't let go like this.

Ting Yan can do it, why can't he do it, he can also help his senior brother, he is the one who should contribute the most.

Yuan Zhi is always wary of his other self, this is his senior brother.

Ting Yan's hand grabbed Lin Zhi's wrist, and Tong Yuanzhi looked at each other and said, "Your cultivation is too low. ”

Two people who originate from the same soul, but the confrontation atmosphere is extremely tense at this time.

"Then drain my spiritual power first, what my senior brother saw before he lost consciousness was me, he is not conscious now, I must not give him to you like this, unless I fall, I have to ask you to come."

After a few moments of stalemate, the smell of blood in Ting Yan's throat became stronger and stronger, he swallowed the blood qi, closed his eyes slightly and opened them again.

Looking at Lin Weaving, Ting Yan raised his hand slightly, and the warm jade bed appeared in this empty cave, and the luster of the jade made this humble place seem to have a little more brilliance.

Ting Yan glanced at Yuan Zhi lightly, Yuan Zhi gritted his back molars in annoyance, and went to the bed with his senior brother in his arms.

Lin Wei's black hair shook as he walked, spreading out on the jade bed.

It seems to have touched something, something as cold as snow.

Yuan Zhi looked at Lin Zhi holding Ting Yan's hand, and felt a little dissatisfied.

Ting Yan lowered his eyes and injected aura into Lin Weaving's body to find the key for him.

"Yuan Zhi?"

Lin Zhi muttered incomprehensibly, the figure in front of him was blurry, not like the teenager he knew.

"Senior brother, I'm here."

The man behind gently pinched his cheek, forcing him to turn his head and kiss him.

Chapter 270: The Shared Love Tribulation of Master and Apprentice

Behind him is Yuan Zhi, so who is in front of him?

Lin Weaving's hand was close to his hot cheek, and he subconsciously woke up, and his deep consciousness suddenly pierced the chaotic nerves, making his mind a little clearer, and it was at this time that he reacted that the lover of this world was divided into two halves.

He was slightly relieved, and his body relaxed, not forcing himself to sort out the situation in front of him, and letting the chaos dominate his body.

Neither Ting Yan nor Yuan Zhi noticed the subtle changes in Lin Zhi for a moment, Yuan Zhi was kissing his senior brother with indignation, of course, this emotion was not because the senior brother recognized the wrong person, but because he should not appear here, the main body that intervened between them, but at the moment, the senior brother's body was important.

Since Lin Zhi had to be guided to run the exercises between the acupuncture points and the correct passages, he was facing the Ting Yan.

But he was not in Ting Yan's arms, but was supported by Yuan Zhi's waist, and his reddish fingertips clenched in vain on the jade bed, and finally clenched the corners of Ting Yan's clothes.

Yuan Zhi recited the recipe in his mouth, and according to what the main body said, the aura was transmitted to Lin Zhi's body according to a certain law, although it was a dual-purpose operation, but there was no mistake at all.

Bearing a steady stream of spiritual energy input, the original wood spiritual energy flowed out involuntarily between the body, Lin Zhi felt the pain of being squeezed in his internal organs outside of the pleasure, different from the external oppression of the teenager who went too deep, the spiritual power wandered between the meridians, like a mass of random collision of thread-like mixtures.

"Luck."

In a haze, Lin Weaving heard someone say this.

The voice was a little hoarse, and the original voice should have been more peaceful and clear.

Under the guidance of another aura, Lin Weaving subconsciously activated his spiritual power, and the aura that appeared in his body that did not belong to him changed his previous scattered state and came towards the place he was pulling.