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Deep in the backyard of the Purgatory Demon Sect, Feng Xingran's dwelling was inside. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A faint pink color occupies most of the colors in Feng Xingran's wing, and there are a few fragrant wildflowers hanging obliquely on the edge of the bed, pink quilts, pink tables and chairs, and even the talc on the floor is pink.

Today, Feng Xingran wore a pink dress, and the corners of the dress were inlaid with colorful diamond ornaments, which looked playful and a little graceful and elegant. The slender eyebrows, the straight nose bridge, the soft lips are delicate and full, the cheek lines are beautiful and smooth, and the blown pink face is flushed lightly, exuding a bewitching beauty.

Feng Xingran was angry, pinched Ding Hao's hard flesh on the waist, and said angrily: "If you want to make a fool of yourself in the palace, Daddy must know that we are doing bad things now!"

"Eat pain" next snort, Ding Haoyu smiled and said: "Where are we doing bad things, it's clear that we are doing good things!"

The scattered consciousness gradually converged, and Feng Xingran still looked at Ding Hao viciously. Fierce said: "Stinky little thief." ”

At this moment, Ding Hao only felt that his divine consciousness was ethereal, and the whole person suddenly felt that his divine consciousness was split. With a move in his heart, Ding Hao began to release his divine sense, wanting to get a glimpse of the true depth of the Purgatory Demon Sect.

But before Ding Hao could really start moving, a soft "huh" sound came from the entire divine consciousness, and the next moment he clearly felt that his divine consciousness and physical body had really separated. It was as if it was being pulled vigorously and unwarrantedly. fluttering to a grass hut.

The small door made of weeds in the hut squeaked open. An illusory soft voice came from inside the room: "Come in!"

He hesitated for a moment, and then thought that this was the Purgatory Demon Sect, no matter who used his divine sense to grab himself here, there should be no malice, not to mention that even if he had malicious intent, he would not be able to quit now.

So with a leisurely laugh, Ding Hao calmly walked towards the grass house, and it was not the first time Ding Hao had encountered the situation of traveling with his senses. So even though I felt light and fluttering like a ghost, I was still not surprised.

After entering the thatched hut, I saw that all directions were covered with lush green, and in front of him was an old man with snow-white hair and kind eyebrows, wearing the most ordinary Purgatory Demon Sect's Dao Po.

The wrinkles on his face are as dense as ravines, and he looks dying, but his eyes are bright between opening and closing, like the deep stars in the sky, full of mystery and profundity.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the time when he was in the Sword Demon Palace, and was forcibly brought into his divine consciousness space by that handsome middle-aged man, and that kind of eyes that perceived everything.

Another monster that never dies!

After settling down, Ding Hao said in a deep voice: "What did the seniors do when they grabbed me here?"

The old man's deep eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a hint of light, and he said softly: "Ning Xin let go of his divine sense!"

Then a cloud of talking white light poured out from his right hand that was as thin as a rotten wood, and projected onto Ding Hao's body, Ding Hao only felt warm all over his body, and suddenly the entire Broken Soul Mountain, every area could be detected by himself.

Among the several sects distributed in the Broken Soul Mountain, Ding Hao is most familiar with the Wuji Demon Sect where he was at the beginning, with Ding Hao's thoughts, his divine sense seems to have descended to where he is, and he has even clearly seen the four big characters of "Linglan Demon Pavilion" at the entrance of the mountain.

In the deep pool of the back mountain, there are several women bathing with skin better than snow. In the cave of Shanyan, there are sixteen women who are in retreat and cultivation, and all of this is as if they were on the scene in person, and every place is real.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult to describe it in words, but Ding Hao knows deeply that this white light is definitely beneficial and harmless to himself.

After a while, Ding Hao was shocked and found that this feeling was gone.

But seeing that his divine consciousness was still in the grass hut, and the faint white light projected on his body had disappeared, the old man on the opposite side was looking at Ding Hao with sparkling eyes.

Puzzled, Ding Hao exclaimed softly: "This is?"

"This can be regarded as our reward for participating in your three-style immortal realm sword technique, but that kind of divine sense that sees everything, you are still far from being able to do it. I will pass it on to you through my own divine consciousness and let you feel it, which will also have some benefits for your future divine consciousness cultivation, at least let you know the direction of your future cultivation!" the old man said softly.

With joy in his heart, Ding Hao thanked him respectfully.

Lowering his head slightly, the gray-haired old man sighed lightly and said: "At your age, you can reach the current point, and you are even better than Aotian, and it is really terrifying in the future, and the future is terrifying!"

After a deep sigh, the old man spoke again: "I grabbed you here after sensing your divine sense, and the biggest purpose of this is to eliminate the divine consciousness imprint planted on you by others. If what I expected is right, you must have seen the person from the Sword Demon Palace, and some of the divine imprints he left on your body have just been dispersed by me!"

As soon as these words came out, Ding Hao was shocked.

The handsome middle-aged man of the Sword Demon Palace inexplicably grabbed himself into his divine consciousness space, then looked at himself, and released himself again, it turned out that he had planted a divine sense imprint on his body.

Thinking of this, Ding Hao was shocked after being furious, and couldn't help but ask: "What is the effect of the brand he planted on the kid?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said softly: "He can know everything you do for the first three days, and then he can't see what you do for seven days, but he can hear anything you say." In the next three months, you will know your exact location, and in the next six months, you will only know your exact location.

However, he planted some of his divine consciousness in you, and although he can know these things, not only is it not harmful to your divine consciousness cultivation, but there are also some benefits, but you can't feel it now. ”

After hurriedly leaving the Sword Demon Palace, he thought about what he had done in three days, and found that he should have killed the silver armor corpse at that time, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was fine, and he did not reveal any ulterior secrets.

When Ding Hao thought about these carefully, and was about to say something, the old man suddenly moved, and exclaimed: "She woke up, I will send you back immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, Ding Hao only felt a flower in front of him, and the old man in front of him and the thatched hut he was in had disappeared, leaving only Feng Xingran's flushed and lazy proud body. And he is still hugging Feng Xingran.

His right hand seemed to be stiff, and when he looked down, he found that it was the three-style immortal realm sword technique that he had lent to the Purgatory Demon Lord Feng Aotian at the beginning!