The twelfth temple, there is a hole in the hall, it is really a hole, the hole is very big, there is a waterhole in the big hole, there is a waterhole on the waterhole, and the water of the waterfall comes from the top of the temple.

As for where the water at the top of the hall came from, Wei Ping couldn't think clearly for a while, his eyes were attracted by the figure on the waterbed in the pool, and his head was a little stuck.

Under the curtain, in the splash of water, Leng Yiren's clothes were half-dissolved, and the water hibiscus was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it, his red lips bit lightly, and he hooked his fingers at Wei Ping.

Wei Ping's whole body trembled, he came back to his senses, and immediately showed a look of shame and indignation, he actually wanted to seduce Young Master Ben, is Young Master Ben the kind of person who will be easily seduced?

In a hurry, he retreated towards the door of the temple behind him.

"Bang—"

Leng Yiren Qiubo raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger, and with a wave of his hand, a gray gas flew by, adhered to the door of the temple, closed backwards, and slammed shut.

"Is the old lady so terrible?" the voice was somewhat angry.

"In the secret realm of the Dragon Palace, I just said that this young master has someone he likes!" Wei Ping retreated to the door of the hall and opened the door with his backhand, but he couldn't open it, and the gray gas was like a partition of space, separating the palace door from the people.

"The old lady also said last time, I just want to get your body, I don't want to get your heart!" Leng Yi laughed angrily, his eyes were full of water, and he smiled.

"No, no, not well, not well!" Seeing Leng Yiren's smile, Wei Ping waved his hand again and again, his heart fluttered, and he felt the panic that he had before, except for the time when he parted with Guo Qiansheng and died, this was the second time.

"The body is not good, this is what you forced the old lady!" Leng Yiren's face was full of smiles, seducing his soul, and his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated in.

With his back to the temple gate, he can only hide to the left and right.

Left or right, in an instant, Wei Ping chose left, in fact, the left and right are the same, the same ending.

The black smoke swirled and penetrated into his eyebrows, and he remained motionless, as if he had been immobilized.

The gate of the Divine Mansion was closed, and the spirit was hiding behind the door, with a solemn look on his face, waiting for him. Little Pixiu was in the transformed bed, snoring and sleeping, with a smile on his face, obviously dreaming.

The black smoke changed into the figure of Leng Yiren, glanced at the Divine Mansion, and then turned back into black smoke and went down, in the central mansion of the Jiang Palace, the soul stood with the Thunder Sword in his hand, and the soldier could not be killed, it was time to fight hard.

The black smoke entered the door of the mansion and changed into the figure of Leng Yiren, with a seductive smile on his face, and walked towards Wei Ping step by step, and a gray gas dome rose behind him, enveloping the two souls in it, and isolating the two books of Hetu, Mountains and Seas.

The sky is spinning, in a trance, like in a dream.

When he woke up, his body still maintained the same movements as before, and he was stunned for a moment, looking at the stone bed in the water splash under the bed curtain, where was the figure of Leng Yiren?

Is it a dream?

Have a spring dream?

Raped in a dream?

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, he glanced at his body, and then suddenly realized, his face was embarrassed and dazed, it was rare that he was really dreaming? As soon as he entered the palace gate, he entered a powerful phantom array, and had a spring dream in the phantom array?

Wei Ping was dazed, walked towards the pool, jumped directly into the water, his body sank straight down, sinking to the bottom of the pool, he needed to calm down and think about it.

Life, how can it be so difficult!

After a long time, the water splashed, the waves rolled, Wei Ping played a thunder hidden fist to vent fiercely, surfaced, I have to admit that he was raped, others are lost, what is he?

Lost soul?

Ah, lost souls!

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Wei Ping walked out of the palace gate, looked up at the sky, the small blood moon revolved around the big blood moon, it was already a white night, and a dark night had passed.

The darkness of the night.

"Young Master Ben wants to be strong and take revenge, Leng Yiren, you wait, you will be told to survive and not die!"

"Ahh

Wei Ping secretly swore and shouted to strengthen his momentum.

"Early in the morning, what's the ghost called?" a lazy voice came from behind him.

Wei Ping jumped to the left, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked diagonally behind him, Leng Yiren leaned against the blue stone pillar, licked his scarlet lips, and threw a wink at him.

"Ahh

Wei Ping shouted again and fled in panic, just like the little white rabbit met the big bad wolf, and the only way to escape was to escape!

Escaped to the Blue Lotus Lake, glanced at the Seven Realms Ghost Sword Cultivator who was still cultivating, and looked at Monroe's bright and transparent eyes, and finally felt that his eyes were strange, and Luo Hu, who was sitting on the top of the small pavilion by the lake, stretched out his thumb to him, Wei Pingzhi felt humiliated, and really wanted to fight with him, but he couldn't do it with the bearded man.

He gave up in a huff, flew to the island in the lake, and continued to perform the Dafa with the Hercules Tree.

Leng Yi's figure appeared out of thin air, and Wei Ping's Gong Dafa came to an abrupt end, and he scurried to the left like a frightened little white rabbit, hiding far away, staring at her vigilantly.

"Fool, you know you're scared, don't you take the old lady in your eyes!" Leng Yiren clasped his arms with both hands, tilted his head and chin slightly raised, and glanced at Wei Ping with slanted eyes.

"Who is afraid of you? Who are you afraid of you!" As soon as Wei Ping heard this, he was angry, his face turned red in an instant, he put down his hands holding his chest, and shouted with his head held high.

"Yo, then dare to be kind, let's do it again?" Leng Yiren stretched out his tongue and slowly licked his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a greedy cat.

"......" Wei was frightened and hid even further.

"Look at your cowardice, the old lady came to tell you to communicate with your heavenly soul!" Leng Yiren's mouth hooked a sneer, and the figure disappeared after speaking.

"Heavenly Soul?" Wei Ping was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that she was talking about the Divine Soul.

Didn't hear?

Could it be that it communicates with the soul of life, and it doesn't hear?

Isn't yesterday's hour's saliva a waste?

"Hello, the tall and mighty Hercules Tree, my name is Wei Ping, I have a river book, the space in it is vast, I can take you out of the Yin and Ghost Realm, to the Human Realm, and one day I will ascend, I can take you back to the God Realm!"

As soon as the words came out, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, revealing a pleasant mood.

"Respectful descendant of the ancient gods, hello! Adali greets you, do you really have the River Book, can you really take me back to the Divine Realm?" a mellow and simple voice sounded, in Wei Ping's thoughts.

"Haha, yes, how could Young Master Ben lie to you?" Hearing the response of the Hercules Tree, Wei Ping smiled, and with a movement of his mind, the river book flew out of the acupoint in his palm, and the brilliance flowed, as if it were life.

The twin branches of the Hercules tree swayed up and down, the amplitude was even greater, and the excitement was overflowing, but then it froze, and it stopped for a while, before the idea was transmitted: "Respected descendant of the ancient gods, I'm afraid I can't go with you, I feel the breath of the three-legged black in the river book, and I don't like their golden fire by nature." ”

"This, this ......" Seeing the Hercules tree's posture frozen, Wei Ping immediately realized that he was going to suffer, and sure enough, the river book was just a page of books, and if he wanted to survive in it, he would definitely live with the three-legged black.

Don't want to stay with the three-legged crow?

Isn't it good to have a three-legged black, except for a little bit of black.

"Respected descendant of the ancient gods, I'm sorry to disappoint you!" the twin branches returned to flattening, and the Hercules tree remained silent.

If the river book is not good, what about the Book of Mountains and Seas?

Wei Ping's eyes lit up, he took back the river book, took out the Book of Mountains and Seas, and the brilliance flowed, like life.

Can the Book of Mountains and Seas inhabit living creatures?