There is no sun, no moon and no stars, and the eternal light shines in an inch.

In this closed town, there is no sun, moon and stars, but there is light shining all day long, the four seasons are unknown, day and night are not distinguished, and the hours are not argued.

However, due to the change of time in the outside world, yin and yang rotate, and every six hours, the sea where the essence of decay water gathers will set off a tide and ebb and flow! When the two yin and yang meet, it is a tide, and when the tide is surging again, the woman wakes up.

Taoist robes, neon clothes, scattered stone platforms, the woman is smooth and clean, white and ruddy face, and a wisp of pain is wrinkled in the center of her eyebrows. Lying on Chunyang's thick and solid chest, the black hair, which is a hundred times softer than silk, covers the jade back of the entire beauty, and under the two of them, a red plum hooks the blood-like veins in the black stone platform, and the flowers are blooming.

The woman lay on her pure yang chest, like a kitten coquettish with her owner, comfortably rubbed his chest unconsciously with her face, a smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even see the pain in her eyebrows. Suddenly, the woman seemed to realize something, her eyes opened instantly, her head was raised suddenly, and she looked at the sleeping Chunyang incredibly, her mind couldn't accept such a fact because of this sudden truth, and a wave of confusion flashed in her eyes.

However, the weakness caused by the loss of the ancestral blood essence, the pain of breaking her body, and the fluctuations of life faintly emanating from the palace of life all reminded her of what had happened.

The woman's one-handed protector's chest, "Smack!" A slap was slammed on Chunyang's face, and the aroused mana body protection shook back, shaking the woman's jade hand painfully.

Chunyang, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a pain on his face, as if someone had slapped him hard, and suddenly sat up suddenly, and felt his lips touch a soft and moist place in a daze. But that wonderful touch was fleeting, "Bang!" Another slap in the face, this slap hurt more than just now, and the painful pure yang instantly woke up.

"Ah・・・・・・" Chunyang's eyes widened, and two streams of blood mixed with a faint golden brilliance flowed out of his nostrils, and in his mind, fragments of passion kept coming to his heart.

Although she is a demon, she is a pure person, and her body is not only damaged by this person, she slapped him, he also attacked and kissed himself, and then slapped him, he actually stared at his body, and had a nosebleed, how could there be such a shameless person in the world? If it weren't for the ancestral blood essence being taken away, the weakened period caused by it had not passed, she would definitely slap him to death! No, slapping him to death is cheaper for him, he must draw his soul and refine his soul, and his body must be refined into a blood corpse, and his soul will be refined into the soul fire, and burned day and night!

The woman gritted her teeth, picked up her arms, and threw them at Chunyang's face fiercely. Feeling that something was about to hit his face, Chunyang subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, and immediately grabbed the woman's pink lotus-like arm. The woman felt that her arm was grabbed by a hot big hand, and she was shocked, and she was about to withdraw it, but she couldn't pull it, and the other hand was also pulled over fiercely, and she was grabbed again, and the beautiful scenery on her chest fell into the eyes of Chunyang.

Half an hour later, the two of them sat on either side of the stone platform with their backs neatly dressed.

Even if it is a woman who has cultivated to the heavens, as long as she has a husband and wife with a certain man, then even if that man is a small Qi cultivator, he will no longer regard that woman as a senior.

"My name is Li Chunyang, Dao number Donghua, the third disciple of the Pure Yang Peak of the Taibai Sword Sect, twenty-six years old this year, and the first layer of cultivation of condensation. Chunyang broke the silence between the two and spoke.

The woman was silent.

Chunyang frowned, his eyes were full of helplessness, but he still said: "I know that your cultivation is much higher than mine, maybe you are already a senior master who has formed a golden pill, or even refined a Yuan Infant, and I am just a small qi cultivation that has not even completed the first layer of the three hundred and sixty-five main acupoints." ”

The woman was still silent, and Chunyang continued: "I don't know what happened to all this, but all of a sudden it just happened. If you were to kill me, I would not resist. Chunyang sealed his mana and waited for the woman's reply defenselessly.

What the woman lost was the essence of the ancestral blood, the few drops of the blood of the Golden Crow that had only been refined by cultivating the secret method of the Fire Devouring Heavenly Crow for thousands of years, and it was the foundation of future evolution and transformation! The woman's origin is unknown, and it is obvious that it has a lot to do with the fire devouring sky, and all this is known only to the woman.

The loss of the ancestral blood essence, although the woman had no power to resist for a while, was exploited by Pure Yang, so she had the reality of this husband and wife. After six or seven hours, the woman's mana had already recovered a little, and this trace of mana was not a problem to kill pure yang.

The woman's back was to the pure yang, and on her green jade fingers, a wisp of brilliant nine-colored true fire scorched the space, distorting and rippling the space without the slightest heat and spiritual leakage. The anger and hatred in his eyes are monstrous, and if the rich killing intent rushes into the sky, it will definitely be able to change the stars and turn the world upside down!

However, a faint and almost imperceptible fluctuation of life came out of the palace of life, and clearly entered the woman's perception, the kind of life that blood is thicker than water, and the blood continues to be the seed of life, the kind of dependence and intimacy on the woman, instantly made a crystal teardrop from the woman's eyes! That is her blood! Her child!

The tears of the monks, but ordinary ordinary water, dripping into the true fire of the fingertips, extinguished the real fire!

The killing intent retreated, the killing intent dissipated, and the woman's pair of jade hands gently stroked the flat lower abdomen, and there was a kind of maternal love in the mother's birth.

Feeling the huge killing force dissipate, Chunyang's heart rippled, and he said, "I will be responsible for you!"

The woman turned around, and so did Chunyang, looking at each other, Chunyang's eyes were guilt and responsibility, while the woman's eyes were hatred and resentment.

"Once upon a time, there was an ordinary fire crow. The woman finally spoke, but her voice was more hollow than before, as if she had lost her emotion and soul.

Chunyang was silent, and at this time he knew that he should be a listener the most.

"One day, that fire crow got a drop of the essence blood of a great demon at a certain demon monument, and got a great opportunity from it! It was a mysterious and powerful fragment of a technique, intermittent and almost useless, but it recorded a secret art. It is a magical secret method that continuously refines the bloodline through cultivation, and finally makes the bloodline evolve and return to the ancestors!" The woman said this, glanced at Chunyang, and saw that his face was full of shock, but his eyes were extremely clear, without the slightest greed, and his heart was inexplicably lighter.

Chunyang's heart was shocked, and he said in his heart: "That's really the case!" When he first looked at the records of the Fire Devouring Heavenly Crow, he was skeptical that he could evolve from an ordinary fire crow to become a Fire Devouring Heavenly Crow in thousands of years, and if it weren't for the Pingyang Earth Immortal, he would have already soared to the Immortal Realm. The slow and difficult cultivation of the demon clan is several times that of the human race, and if there is no bloodline inheritance or exercise inheritance, it is even more than a hundred times the difference! Those demon clans and demon immortals who have ascended to the immortal realm, which one does not have the demon clan's exercises in their bodies, and they have been cultivating for ten thousand years, before they can successfully fly immortals. At the beginning, he guessed that there was a secret method or exercise in the hands of the Fire Devouring Heavenly Crow, which could evolve his bloodline, and of course, this was also the consensus of many people in the immortal cultivation world. Sure enough, the woman's statement confirmed Chunyang's previous guess.