Yang Sanyang definitely gave himself to the pit!

Wanting to give birth to a Chaos, even if it was just an illusory Chaos, was definitely not something he could conceive.

Moreover, it is necessary to conceive the countless spiritual objects in the chaos, so that they can be brought to life with their charm, so that the spiritual objects of heaven and earth can be entrusted.

Yang Sanyang's brows furrowed, his eyes showed a touch of solemnity, and after eating a dozen large peaches, he took a short break and walked towards the back mountain.

Practice, for the time being, he can't practice, the consumption of observing chaos is too great, he must prepare enough spiritual objects, otherwise chaos will not be observed, and he himself will be squeezed out first.

Every disciple of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain has his own mountain range, on weekdays, all the disciples practice behind closed doors, racing against time to practice, only on the day of the patriarch's preaching, everyone will come out to gather together, and then talk about the Tao, discuss the wonder of practice.

Yang Sanyang came all the way to the back mountain, the scenery of the back mountain is beautiful, the peach blossoms shine for dozens of miles, and the whole back mountain is full of fragrant fragrance.

After Yang Sanyang took care of it for 3,000 years, the back mountain has long become a holy place with beautiful scenery, the waterfall is like the nine heavens and the stars hanging, and a waterwheel that does not know how many hundred years old is slowly and leisurely turning, driving the water flow to the shore, taking away countless streams, and watering the peach forest in the distance.

The peaches in the mountains are spiritual fruits, and they are of extraordinary quality, each the size of an ordinary human head, shimmering with a faint pink color with a kind of crystal light.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain is a blessed land, and all the plants in it are Laneige fairy grass, how can there be ordinary things?

picked a huge peach casually, Yang Sanyang's stomach grew, and his body began to gradually become full of energy.

"Sure enough, the Heavenly Dao cycle drank and pecked, and I spent three thousand years planting a peach tree, and it actually became a spiritual essence that can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, which can help me recover my essence and use it to practice chaotic vision!" Yang Sanyang felt the recovered essence, and his eyes showed a touch of emotion.

One peach is enough for more than a dozen breaths of cultivation by yourself, and this mountain peach forest is full of thirty miles, and I don't know how many peaches have been produced, which is enough for its cultivation.

As for whether anyone came to steal the peaches?

There are less than thirty introductory disciples in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, how many can they eat?

Everyone has been in retreat all year round, and they have long since quit the desire to speak and tongue, and they only occasionally beat their teeth on weekdays.

After eating the peaches, Yang Sanyang sat cross-legged under the tree and began to meditate. After a breath, Yang Sanyang opened his eyes with a pale face, and then after a while, the peaches in his abdomen were digested, his spirit recovered, and he retreated and cultivated again.

It feels uncomfortable to have his body bones hollowed out again and again, but Yang Sanyang has no choice, if he doesn't endure this feeling, he can't cultivate, what can he do?

After practicing for a long time, in the middle of the big day, Yang Sanyang ate a peach to restore his vitality, looked at the waterfall in the distance, and couldn't help but itch his body in his heart, and wanted to go down to take a bath.

Halfway through, a pleasant singing voice sounded, and Yang Sanyang's heart moved: "Dao Yuan is actually in the back mountain? Didn't she say where she went to the fourth senior brother?"

Thinking in his heart, Yang Sanyang walked towards the edge of the stream, and saw a dazzling snow white in the distance, which came into his eyes.

In the eye, the gray Taoist robe was casually placed on the bluestone not far away, with wet hair, the whole chest of the Dao Yuan was immersed in the water, his eyes were closed, and the water splashed from time to time, and the round water droplets rolled down the snow-white skin, rippling layers of ripples.

Yang Sanyang froze, forgot to nibble on the peaches in his hand, looked at the edge of the stream with a pair of eyes, and two crimson lines flowed out of his nose.

"To see or not to watch?" Yang Sanyang's mind was entangled, as if he had been hit by the immobilization method, looking at the edge of the river in the river, staring at the snow-white skin.

"That's it, I'm a righteous gentleman after all, and I'm not the kind of villain who takes advantage of people's danger!" Yang Sanyang wiped the blood stains on his nose indiscriminately, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Little monkey, since you're here, why do you want to leave? I haven't seen you for three thousand years, and you're all separated when you see me!" Dao Yuan spoke, turning his head to look at Yang Sanyang, who was about to leave.

Yang Sanyang's footsteps paused, and Dao Yuan turned his head with a smile: "You can actually understand the patriarch's preaching, and you must also be able to understand the language of God, I think you have made a lot of progress in the past three thousand years." Before I left, I was thinking about how I could wipe my back, so come over and help me wipe my back. ”

"Boom~"

It was as if rolling thunder exploded in Yang Sanyang's ears, making him dizzy and dazzled, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Tell yourself to wipe your back?

You heard that right!

He suspected that he had misheard, and that his body was stiff and he did not dare to move.

"You little monkey, don't come over quickly!" After waiting for a while, Dao Yuan didn't see movement behind him, turned around and glared at Yang Sanyang.

The hibiscus out of the water, the coquettish and naïve state, makes people can't help but be moved.

Yang Sanyang's heart was beating wildly in Peng Peng, his blood was constantly spurting, and all kinds of thoughts were flowing in his heart, and he couldn't help but fight: "To go? or not to go?

The strong man who has endured it for three thousand years, looking at the snow @ and the coquettish face at this time, his brain is blank, and his body does not obey the call at all, and subconsciously steps towards the stream.

"It's no wonder that I am, she told me to go! She told me to go!" A voice in Yang Sanyang's heart kept echoing, and he stiffened his body and walked to the edge of the stream, and two lines of blood spurted out of his nose.

The bewitching back, slender waist, slender legs, and the long hair that was scattered exuded a looming mystery, which couldn't help but make Yang Sanyang's throat dry, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Really going?

A thought echoed in Yang Sanyang's heart, and he couldn't help but hesitate at this time.

"You little monkey, why are you rubbing, aren't you afraid of water?" Dao Yuan said impatiently, although he didn't see his expression, he had already imagined that slightly delicate face in his mind.

Crash~

The splash sounded, and Yang Sanyang landed one foot in the clear water, and the slightly cool river water dissipated some of the fire in his heart.

The @ body in the dream is close at hand at this time.

"What's up?"

The water waves were rolling, and Dao Yuan's delicate arm held the silk satin, and handed it to Yang Sanyang behind him from his shoulder: "Little monkey, hurry up and help me rub my back." ”

Through the gap in his arm, a looming hybrid arc made Yang Sanyang's eyes explode.

The body temperature soared suddenly, Yang Sanyang stiffened his body, slowly picked up the silk, and wiped his body for Dao Yuan stiffly.

Fingers swept over the warm jade-like skin, and the blood veins in Yang Sanyang's body swelled, and his breathing was about to change.

Fortunately, the three-thousand-year-old mind has stabilized his own breathing.

However, some physiological changes in men do not change because of will, Yang Sanyang is so anxious to die behind Dao Yuan, if Dao Yuan turns around and discovers his own changes, wouldn't he turn his face?

It's a pity that the more anxious he is, the more disobedient his body becomes.

The water waves flowed, and from time to time an undercurrent wave rolled up, causing Yang Sanyang and Dao Yuan to be unstable and collide in one place.

"Pak~"

Harmony, send it to the public account at noon. Let's go to the official account at night to watch.

Suddenly, Yang Sanyang's heart moved, the gossip qi in his body flowed, and a picture of information came into his mind.

Dragon Palace in the East China Sea

The eldest prince and the prime minister of the turtle sat in front of the throne, and at this time, the gossip map in front of the prime minister of the turtle was circulating, and the eyes the size of mung beans stared at the gossip map in their hands for a long time.

"Prime Minister, what's wrong?" the eldest prince said with an anxious face.

The turtle prime minister was silent when he heard this, and the turtle shell hexagram in his hand changed again, but he saw that there was chaos on the innate gossip.

"Are you talking?" said the eldest prince impatiently, feeling quite impetuous.

Three thousand years have passed, and it stands to reason that even if there is no opportunity to plunder the Taiyin Star, he should have completed his transformation and returned to the Dragon Palace, but the third prince still has not returned.

"This is the old minister's innate supernatural powers, colluding with the long river of fate, it stands to reason that everything in the world can be calculated. Even if there is a supreme power to disrupt the heavenly machine, you can still peep into the rare corners!" Prime Minister Gui's eyes were full of seriousness: "But now the heavenly machine is completely chaotic, and the heavenly machine about the third prince and Ao Xing seems to have been erased, and the old minister can't detect it." His Royal Highness asked Zu Long to make a move and break through the long river of time, maybe he could detect one or two truths, maybe he couldn't say. ”

"What do you mean by that?" the face of the hall changed.

The old turtle smiled bitterly: "That's what Your Highness understands." ”

"Impossible, all the heavens and hundred clans, who dares not to give me the face of the dragon clan?" the eldest prince suddenly smashed the case in front of him.