Because most of the monks have practiced the art of rejuvenating their faces, their faces are usually extremely young, so they generally identify their age, not their appearance, but their bone age. However, this can only be seen clearly by high-ranking monks, when they look at low-level monks.

However, the woman in front of her is no less beautiful than Yu Yunqin, and her age is never more than forty. In the cultivation world, it is just the age of a little girl. His eyes are pure and clear, and he obviously hasn't had much experience.

And the cultivation of a body is already the realm of the primordial gods. Zhuang Wudao, who was about forty years old and only relied on the help of the festival to achieve the original god, couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

And at this time, this Su Yunshen was stunned at first, and then his face was full of tears: "It's Yunshen, Su Yunshen! Young Palace Master, do you still remember me?"

Zhuang Wudao was silent, there were ten spiritual slaves and hundreds of slaves in Renshanhe, and this Su Yunshen was one of them.

In the past, Wan Xilin's Su family was wiped out, and Su Yun was two years old when he fell, and was rescued by Ren Shanhe and brought back to his Chongchen Palace. The little immortal master has a lot of opportunities, and in addition to his own cultivation, he also needs to deal with some sect affairs, but he actually doesn't take much care of it. However, this Su Yunshen is like a crazy weed, growing wildly in the corners that others can't see. In just more than ten years, it has actually achieved the realm of Jindan. Only then was Ren Shanhe noticed and made him his personal servant.

Later, the demon seed in Ren Shanhe's body broke out, his body was dyed, and his divine thoughts fell into demons, and he couldn't hide it from the world anymore, and began to flee and make trouble. Under pressure from the world, the Red God Sect took the initiative to take it down and imprison him. Then all the spirit slaves under his seat were scattered, and only this little girl who had followed Ren Shanhe for less than five years followed consistently.

In Ren Shanhe's memory, because of the rarity of female cultivators, the nine veins in the Red God Sect all value this girl. There are even a few masters who intend to accept them as secret disciples.

But they were all rejected by Su Yunshen and forced each other to die. insisted on following and taking care of his own young palace master, even if he was willing to go to the demon robbery and death prison together.

This little woman's temperament is indeed stubborn, but she is also a person who does not know the height of the sky. Do you really think that demon robbery death hell is a good place?

For the young palace master of his own family, he is indeed deeply affectionate, just because he saved her life when she was young, she is willing to repay with her life.

It's a pity that Ren Shanhe doesn't care much about her. Before he died, he didn't say a word about this little girl, which shows what her temperament is.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer, he asked himself if he was a ruthless person, but he was not as cold-hearted as this one. For those who really remember themselves and love themselves, they don't take it to heart. For the one who doesn't take himself to heart at all, it's a deep affection.

Not only is it a waste, but it is also a cheap bone!

However, I don't recognize her, so what's going on?

The mind searched in his memory, and Zhuang Wudao realized that a few years ago, when Ren Shanhe was the strictest demon, he was indeed completely sane and did not recognize his six relatives. Dozens of fellow disciples were injured in this hand,

At the end, when he was about to die, he regained a little bit of clarity. It's a pity that he still can't completely wake up, break off his love, and pull back a layer.

"Where am I?"

With his gaze retracted, Zhuang Wudao continued to look around, his body was locked to the flying chariot, and he couldn't move, so he could only look at the sky through the fence.

"You-"

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped. Zhuang Wudao only felt that his throat was like a knife cut, and the fire was burning, and he was extremely uncomfortable. Most of the strength is assimilating into the body, and even the injuries in the body are powerless to repair.

Because he hadn't been nourished by blood for too long, his vocal cords had been torn. A monk in the Returning Yuan Realm has reached this point, and he is almost exhausted.

"This is the north of the Robbery Mountain, and it is still more than two months away from the Demon Tribulation Death Prison!"

Su Yunshen was full of hope. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and the young palace master was already awake, maybe he could expel the demons within these two months, and the source would be clear. It is no longer possible to return, but at least it can avoid the catastrophe of the 'Demon Tribulation Death Hell'.

But then she noticed Zhuang Wudao's dry lips and incomparably withered face, and immediately got up and said, "Young Palace Master, wait—"

The figure flashed, and Su Yunshen disappeared into the prisoner car. After about two quarters, the girl returned, with a small pot in her hand. The spout of the pot was against Zhuang Wudao's lips, and a liquid of water poured down inside,

Like a long drought and rain, Zhuang Wudao immediately swallowed the spiritual liquid in this pot hungrily. A cold and cool feeling, penetrating the lungs, indescribable comfort, and the dried vitality in the body has also recovered somewhat.

This is Linglu, and I don't know where Su Yunshen collected it from. It is the moment when darkness and light alternate between heaven and earth, containing a rich essence of the sun and the moon. Such a pot can save him at least two days of time to recover his body.

But Zhuang Wudao only drank half of this pot of water. A whip wind suddenly struck from outside the prisoner's cart. The jade pot in Su Yunshen's hand was pulled away. On the girl's wrist, there was also a dazzling red mark.

Zhuang Wudao's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and he looked at the place where the whip wind came from, and then saw a middle-aged man covered in silver armor and a ruthless temperament, stepping in from outside the prisoner car.

Looking at its bone age, it is about six hundred years old, and the monk of the Guiyuan Realm, with a slightly bent eagle nose, is particularly eye-catching. At this time, his expression was cloudy, and he glared at Su Yunluo coldly: "Sun and Moon Linglu, who asked you to feed him?"

"It's the slave who makes her own assertions—"

Su Yunluo bent down and bowed to this person with a begging face: "Please also ask the true monarch to be merciful! My young palace master has not entered the pill food for more than a month. and locked by this exterminating shackles. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on. ”

"Can't hold on?"

This silver-armored true monarch smiled coldly, his eyes swept Zhuang Wudao's body up and down, the part of his body that had been demonized, and then sneered: "He can't hold it, what does it have to do with me? He also deserves it, as long as he doesn't die in this prisoner car, he can be sent to the Demon Tribulation Death Prison alive." The rest of the qiē have nothing to do with this seat. But you, since you make your own claims, can you know that you are wrong?"

"The slave knows her mistake and is willing to be punished. ”

Su Yunshen's face was as pale as paper, but he was still unwilling to give up. As if it was useless to beg and beg, he simply put away the begging color, and said in a stubborn tone: "Please also ask Chengyun Zhenjun to think about it again!" The young palace master has an extraordinary status in the eyes of the Ignorant Immortals, and several Immortals and Great Heavenly Venerables of the Dust Sect also love it. If these people learn what the True Monarch has done, they are afraid that they will be furious with thunder!"

"Thunder Fury? for this demon disciple who has made the Red God Sect lose face?"

The Hedao True Monarch who called 'Chengyun' sneered, and continued to sneer in his mouth: "You are loyal and will never give up. However, it can be seen that if he recovers his mana at this time, and there is hope to break free from this 'shackle of destroying the yuan', the first thing to do is to bite off your neck and devour your blood, or to spare your life, and use the method of joy to commit adultery and suck your essence. ”

Zhuang Wudao laughed when he heard this, this Chengyun Zhenjun didn't tell a lie. In his current state, this is indeed possible.

Fortunately, it was the five kinds of essence flames, as well as the 'Mixed Yuan Heavenly Pole Divine Furnace', all of which were brought over with his soul aura.

With this semi-complete inner heaven and earth, otherwise he would be extremely hungry for spiritual power at this time. Numbness and tingling all over my body, I can't wait to drink human blood raw. Demon cultivators' desire for human blood essence and vitality is enough to affect people's sanity. And now, although he has not been completely dyed, he can be regarded as half a demon cultivator.

However, the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Extreme Divine Furnace is half of the inner heaven and earth. Although there is a 'shackle of extinguishing the element', the spiritual power can be self-sufficient. It's just that the recovery time will be a little slower.

And Su Yunshen did not waver, his face remained unchanged: "Young Palace Master, he has recovered his spiritual wisdom, how could he do such a thing? And even if the Young Master has really become a demon cultivator, this 'Yuan Destroying Shackles' is extremely strong, and it is difficult for Mahayana monks to break it." With the weakness of the young palace master, how can it be done?"

A pot of sun and moon spirit dew, how much mana can Ren Shanhe recover?

"I don't care about this!, in fact, you can continue to take Linglu for him!"

The corners of Chengyun Zhenjun's lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were blazing and longing, looking at Su Yunshen's white, tender and graceful neck: "It's still the same sentence, I am quite envious of Yunshen's character and appearance." As long as you can follow my words, as I wish. Then a qiē can depend on you. No matter how many bottles he takes, this spiritual dew can even help the demonic power in his body. What do you think of Cloud Fall?"