It wasn't until the strange feeling that swept through his body had passed that he reached out and grabbed the torn white clothes on the ground and put them on, but the next moment he took a step, he felt something undeserved flowing down the inside of his legs.

“……”

Although he had no relevant experience, the movements of people with a certain amount of knowledge suddenly stopped in place.

After looking at the pool in the distance and doing some psychological construction, Chu Yiyang took another step and walked towards the destination.

A somewhat staggering golden bell rang in the cave, and after a moment it stopped, followed by a sound of entering the water.

In the early morning of a sunny day in the secret realm, the temperature was not high, and the water in the pool was still cold, and Chu Yiyang shivered as soon as he got into the water.

The white clothes were tied to the stones by the pool, and where he left, the other man was still asleep, and the dark heavy clothes covered his waist and abdomen, covering the scenery below.

After getting used to the water temperature, Chu Yiyang began to clean the traces on his body, because he had to go out from here, so he washed it very carefully.

At this moment, he had a little praise in his heart for the vision of the prison Shura who chose the cave, otherwise he would have nowhere to clean his mess.

After all, you can wear torn clothes on the go, but with a belly of other people's things, even if you have thick skin, you can't walk.

Although the Raw Demon Devouring Pill almost killed him, it was also a blessing in disguise, allowing him to recover a little bit of cultivation, and he was no longer as empty in his veins as before, and he had no spiritual power at all.

Chu Yiyang was immersed in the water, stretched out his right hand, and the blue-black small tripod appeared in his palm again, the small tripod had no sense of existence in the past seven days, and there was no change at this moment.

The droplets of water falling from the top of the cave hit the surface of the pool, stirring up ripples one after another, and this blue-black little tripod also slowly rotated under Chu Yiyang's gaze.

He stared at the quaint seal script on Ding's body, thinking about the little spiritual power he had just recovered, and he couldn't urge this magic weapon of unknown origin, and he was a little excited for a while.

The sound of water droplets dripping into the pool from the top of the cave echoed in the empty cave, and Chu Yiyang felt hungry again after putting away the small ding in his hand. He immersed himself in the water, thinking of the snake he had roasted in the cave before he was captured by the prison Shura, and thinking that the snake meat he had roasted with his heart should have been burned to char in the fire of that cave, and his heart was filled with pity.

All told, this is the eighth day he hasn't eaten.

Before, I didn't feel hungry in the double cultivation, but now that I got out of that realm, the physical defect of this little cultivation was exposed again.

He looked around in the pool.

Where there is water, there should be trees, and the top should be transparent, and there should be insects and ants in the cave, and the plants and trees in the cave should be able to bear fruit that can satisfy the stomach.

Sure enough, after searching around, Chu Yiyang saw a cluster of dwarf plants behind the stone in the northeast corner.

The low shrubs that grew on the edge of the pool, bearing a lot of red fruits, hung down to the ground, bent the branches, and reflected in the pool, like red agate beads scattered in the water.

Chu Yiyang left the edge of the pool and swam in that direction while paddling the water, but before he swam out for a while, he shook his whole body.

At his dantian, the heaven-level demon pill that had been settled down and silent had revived for some reason, slowly rotating as before, releasing a majestic and violent demonic power.

Chu Yiyang was in the water, and once again felt that the power was like a violent torrent surging towards the meridians that had just been repaired completely, and it made him have the pain of being blown up before.

He soaked in the pool, and the tiny droplets of blood oozing from the surface of his skin turned into faint blood streaks and melted into the pool water.

If the demon pill is allowed to rage like this, he will only die here directly.

There is only one way to survive.

With a bang, the man who was soaking in the pool stood up, grabbed his clothes from the rocks on the shore and rushed back to the center of the cave, leaving behind only two rows of wet footprints and a faint ringing of bells.

Rushing back to the center of the cave, Beitang still didn't wake up from the cold night, and Chu Yiyang knelt down in front of him in a white robe that couldn't hide anything, trembling slightly from his shoulders to his back, and raised his hand to cover one cheek.

Under the palm of his hand, a strange blood-colored pattern had spread on that side of his face, and under his influence, the originally quiet person on the ground also became restless, his slender brows furrowed, and his lips tightly pursed into a line.

Chu Yiyang put down his hand, hoping that this time in the cold night of Beitang would not regain his consciousness halfway, and said "offended" to him for the third time after the two met, and then covered it.

In the cave, which had been quiet for a short time, it soon sounded again.

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Chapter 15

The second time felt noticeably different from the first.

This time it was Chu Yiyang who led, although the blood contract between them and the role of beauty grace were intertwined and complex, and affected each other, but this time it was obviously his emotions that affected Beitang Hanye through "beauty grace".

In the midst of the heat, his spiritual platform still maintained a trace of clarity, looking at the person who was under his control and fell into irrational lust again, looking at the black cloth strip on his eyes in a hazy vision.

It seems that if this poison is not completely unraveled one day, it is impossible to unravel this prohibition set by Prison Shura.

……

The light in the cave turned from the brightness of the morning to the splendor of noon, and then to dusk, and although the bonfire had been extinguished, it was not cold at all in the heat.

Chu Yiyang didn't know how much time had passed, and he forgot about the hunger in his stomach, but instinctively stretched out his arms to hug Beitang Hanye in the stormy seas, and closed his eyes.

The dual cultivation method that he had found in order to break through the Tribulation Period automatically worked, transforming the huge spiritual power released by the Heavenly Extreme Dragon Demon Pill into the spiritual power circuit connected by the two of them, and pushed towards the sea of qi that seemed to be able to hold endless spiritual power in the cold night of the North Hall, and then received feedback from him, allowing the warm wave to wash over the limbs and hundreds of bones in waves.

Beitang was in a very special situation on a cold night.

His spiritual platform seemed to be still being invaded by bursts of high heat, but now this high heat did not only bring him endless pain as before, but instead catalyzed extreme happiness.

He couldn't see anything in front of him, only endless darkness and billowing black mist, but in his ears he heard a faint and moving bell, mixed with another somewhat familiar voice in between.

This voice made him more dissatisfied in the midst of satisfaction, and made him want to get close to him and get more different tones from him.

He didn't know what he was doing, but instinctively reached out in the direction where the bell came from, his fingertips touching first the skin, then the bones covered in flesh.

The boy's calves were slender, and he could easily hold the ankles with one hand.

His leg was at his side, and the owner of the calf let out the sound he had expected as he held it in his hot palm.

As if he couldn't withstand the extra touch, the young man's voice was a little choked, but the arms around the back of his neck clinged tighter as if they had no way or could not resist.

Kitado moved his fingers in the cold night, and the hand holding the sword found what he was looking for at the boy's ankle.

He held the string of golden bells in his palm along with the boy's ankles, and the sound of the shaking golden bells was muffled in his palm, and the faint sound became dull.

……

Chu Yiyang is a person who is very good at enduring pain, but he is not good at enduring happiness.

Being in the hands of another person from head to toe like this, even if the person actually in charge of it is himself, is beyond his reach.

"Stop ......"

He opened his mouth in vain like a fish thrown ashore, trying to make Beitang stop the cold night for a while, but he couldn't finish his words.

He couldn't remember if he was like this in the last round, as if he was constantly being pushed to the brink of collapse, only that if he didn't stop now, he might pass out.

Although his words were unspoken, the cold night movements of Beitang, who was able to sense every bit of his emotions during the double cultivation and understand his unspoken commands because of the beauty of his grace, stopped, and his palm still held his left ankle with the golden bell, hanging over him like a loyal guard.

Being able to breathe, Chu Yiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the cold night in Beitang, although the pair of eyes that were described in the original book as looking at you casually and making you surrender at his feet were blocked behind a black strip of cloth, and he should not be able to see himself, Chu Yiyang still had the illusion that he was watching himself.

The heaven-level Kui Dragon Demon Pill at his dantian was still frantically releasing spiritual power outward, flowing through his meridians, leaving a rough pain, and was soothed by the spiritual power that returned from the cold night of the North Hall.

The spiritual power circuit between them is still connected, and the huge pure spiritual power and vitality are like a wave repeatedly washing between the two, bringing a warm and full feeling, as if returning to the amniotic fluid.

Chu Yiyang sensed that Beitang seemed to have something to say to himself in the cold night, but his mind was still under the control of Yan Poison, and he couldn't stay awake, so he couldn't say it.

Since you can't say it, just do it.

After looking at him like this for a long time, Kitado took action.

He leaned towards Chu Yiyang.

Chu Yiyang looked at the perfect face enlarged in front of him, and his gaze subconsciously looked at his lips.

They had done the most intimate thing that the world could do, and they were still at such a distance at the moment, but they had never kissed.

There should be no kissing between them.

It will develop into the current relationship, but it is just forced by the situation.

Because of this thought, Chu Yiyang let go of the hand that was holding his shoulder, and put his palm on his well-defined shoulder, with a slight force, wanting to push him away, but what Beitang did in the cold night was not what he wanted.

He didn't cover his lips, he just lowered his head and pressed his forehead together, and then Chu Yiyang felt a bang in his head, and his whole spirit and soul opened up to the person in front of him.

A joy that was even more extreme than the previous exploded in his mind like fireworks.

This is different from the joy of the shell, the impact of the fusion of the spirit and soul is beyond the limits of human imagination.

Every inch of his brain seemed to explode pure white electric sparks, and he even trembled slightly in such happiness: "......"

The tears that he had been able to hold back before were now completely broken, flowing down the corners of his eyes towards his sideburns.

The exchange of divine souls at this moment escalated the huge power that had been circulating between them even more, and it grew several times stronger in an instant, and Chu Yiyang's mental method worked wildly, sweeping the two of them into the pure white world.

……

Three days later.

In the cave, Chu Yiyang woke up again.

His brain slowly regained consciousness, but his expression remained empty.

Beitang was still asleep in the cold night, but this time he was possessive and imprisoned the people around him in his arms. With one hand on the young man's pillow, the other hand wrapped around his waist, breathing steadily, blowing in Chu Yiyang's ears.

Although this time can be called a high-quality human cultivation, and their communication time has been shortened by more than half compared to the last time, the aftermath left behind is even more difficult to eliminate than the last time.

That kind of pleasure was beyond Chu Yiyang's bearing, and when it was over, he was trembling non-stop, and even he didn't know how much he cried.

It's really too much of a separation, and I have experienced such extreme pleasure in the cultivation □□, which has raised the threshold of people, but I can no longer experience it in the real world, isn't it easy to go back and become impotence?

With such worries in his heart, Chu Yiyang maintained the posture of lying on his arms in the cold night of Beitang, and began to look inward at his dantian and meridians.

The spiritual power in the meridians was a little more abundant than the one he woke up three days ago, if it was just an intermittent trickle at the beginning, then now it finally flowed smoothly, and the Heavenly Extreme Dragon Demon Pill in the dantian was quiet again after being a demon again.

However, Chu Yiyang knew that quietness was just an appearance, as long as it was not completely refined for a day, then this fried one would remain in the dantian. The bullets would explode from time to time, and whenever he took a step away from the cold night of Beitang, he would be blown to pieces.

There is no way, so you can only wait for this heaven-level demon pill to be smelted before leaving this cave.

Fortunately, Chu Yiyang calculated in his heart, with their current cultivation efficiency, they should be able to completely smelt this inner pill within two months, so that they would not be trapped in the secret realm and wait for half a jiazi to get out.

After figuring it out, he felt hungry again.

He hadn't eaten for eleven days, and the previous bath had been washed in vain.

He stretched out his hand and tried to remove the arm that Beitang Hanye was holding around his waist, but he didn't move after some effort, and the person next to him was very determined to hold him.