After walking for about three miles, I encountered a fork in the main route, and I saw a few marks on the cave wall at the fork in the road, which was probably the secret words of some sect monks to summon the same sect. In the northwest tunnel, there are four or five main forks on the main route, which are the places where monks often pass through, and it is easy to find the traces left by the same door.

Wang first followed the main route, passed the main fork, and after walking for hundreds of zhang, he found a fork in the road that was not found on the map.

At this time, the drill rat in front of him seemed to smell something and turned left into the fork in the road. Wang Xian hurriedly followed, released his divine sense, and found that after turning left at the fork in the road, there seemed to be spiritual power fluctuations in the depths, and the spiritual energy was still very similar to the low-level superb spiritual grass.

As soon as he was overjoyed, he didn't think too much about it, so he took the drill rat and went inside.

The best spirit grass is generally guarded by third-level or above demon beasts, and once Wang Xian encounters an enemy, the second-level demon beast such as the Drill Sky Mouse will get in the way. In this dense cave, Wang Xian didn't dare to use the Drill Mouse to escape to the ground, maybe he accidentally broke into the lair of a fourth-level demon beast, causing a nest of demon beasts to chase and kill.

This aura is more obvious, turning a corner, passing through a small fork, turning another corner, and finding that this aura is coming from the ground at the bottom of the cave in front of you. Wang Xian looked at it, the hole in front of him had come to an end, and the bottom of the cave was indeed a spiritual grass, a phoenix tail fern planted in the northwest underground layer, one of the main medicines of the Wuwei Zhuji Dan Formula.

However, Wang Xian was quickly stunned and felt that something was wrong. The phoenix-tailed fern was attached to some soil from its roots, lying on its side on the ground, not like it grew naturally in its current place, nor did it look like it was bitten by a demon beast, but like a human monk, carefully picked, and deliberately placed on the ground.

At this moment, his consciousness moved, and he felt that the small fork in the road he had just passed by suddenly gushed out a large amount of spiritual power fluctuations. All of a sudden, five disciples at the end of Qi Refining appeared one after another. Wang Xian was careful to be on guard, turned around slowly, only to hear that before anyone appeared, the sound came first, and the laughter like silver bells came crisply.

Soon, Wang Xian turned around and saw five beautiful white-clothed female cultivators from the [***] Gate, lined up in a row, and hired Tingting to walk towards him. The nun who walked in front waved the handkerchief in her hand to Wang Xian from time to time, showing a shy and smug smile.

Wang Xian sniffed a few times secretly and found that there was no fragrance coming from. He has a Qiankun pen in his hand that can protect his soul and soul, but he is not afraid of what [***] medicine the other party uses.

Wang Xianzheng wanted to ask them what their intentions were to surround him here. However, his face suddenly changed, and it turned out that he suddenly felt that the mana that he had been concentrating on guard had flowed back to the dantian from his whole body like flowing water.

If you want to do it again, the spiritual power of the dantian seems to be wrapped in a layer of fog, and it can't be rushed out. Wang Xian was frightened by the critical situation that his mana had been lost, but he heard the beautiful female cultivator standing in the first place opposite speak: "Brother Dao is a disciple of Huatian Sect, little sister [***] Men Lanxin, give Brother Dao a salute." ”

After speaking, she gave Wang Xian's respectful Wang Xian a bow. Wang Xian knew the other party's way, and while thinking about a way to get out, he admitted: "I am a disciple of Huatianzong, I don't know why my friend stopped me? ”

Wang Xian didn't explicitly ask why the mana had been lost, he just wanted to set it up first, and then talk about it. Nalan Xin had already seen that Wang Xian had lost his mana, and seemed to know what Wang Xian wanted to ask, so he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Dao, don't panic, Brother Dao's mana is only temporarily lost, as long as Brother Dao doesn't mind helping the little sister, Brother Dao's mana will be restored soon." ”

"Oh, I don't know what I need to help with?" Wang Xian said.

"Well, Brother Dao will know about this matter later, I won't hurt Brother Dao's cultivation, if there is anything offended, please forgive me. ”

At this time, Lan Xin had already walked less than a zhang away from Wang Xian. The female cultivator behind Lan Xin, someone held a large fluorite all the way to illuminate, and Wang Xian could already see the whole picture of Lan Xin. I saw Lan Xin's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her skin was like congealed fat, her nose and cherry lips, her white clothes were elegant, her waist and fat buttocks, her upper body was tightly wrapped, her chest was wide open, and her two snow-white balls were squeezed out of a deep ravine, and she looked very charming.

The more Lan Xin spoke, the more shy she became, and her face turned red, adding a little more fragrance to the cave. Wang Xian has been practicing Huatian Gong for a long time, and his concentration is extraordinary, although he is still a virgin, he can also suppress the thoughts in his heart.

Now, he has lost his mana, he is at the mercy of others, and the other party doesn't seem to be hostile, on the contrary, he is talking earnestly, almost like a set, no matter how he thinks, how can he feel that this scene is a little weird.

At this time, the nun in the back took out a pink gauze tent from the storage bag, stretched it out and spread it under the hole. This gauze tent is hemispherical, there are four poles to support the square, one side can be lifted, the dust is impervious, and the gauze tent has been prepared with luxurious and thick pillows.

Lan Xin gave a look, and the other four female cultivators immediately withdrew more than a dozen zhang and began to arrange the formation. Soon, they set up a forbidden formation that could isolate their senses, voices, and sights. The four female cultivators were also blocked out by the formation, and their figures were cut off by a layer of white mist array wall.

Lan Xin said: "Offended." Then he stepped forward, nodded at Wang Xian, restrained Wang Xian, and told Wang Xian to stand and not move. Wang Xian is now only equivalent to a mortal, and his divine consciousness is still there. He could use his divine sense to take out the magic weapons and talismans in the ring, but he didn't have a trace of mana, and he couldn't move.

Wang Xian's talisman, when it is swung, will consume a little bit of unsealed mana. Although he could make a rune that didn't require a trace of mana, the power of that rune would be significantly worse than thirty percent, and Wang Xian had never made it. If he had known that he would end up in the situation where he was now subject to others, he would not have disdained that kind of talisman.

Lan Xin carefully peeled off his clothes one by one, and his face was even more embarrassed. She stacked Wang Xian's clothes, storage bags, and spirit animal bags on the ground together, and put a piece of clean silk on the ground.

Lan Xin didn't plan to take off Wang Xian's ring, the storage ring can recognize the owner, and it contains Wang Xian's divine sense, but Wang Xian is no longer able to do it, even if he takes out anything, he can't snatch Lan Xin, who is as fast as lightning, so there is no need to worry.

Lan Xin took out another kind of scented towel that was a little wet and wiped his ** whole body clean. Although Wang Xian was no longer able to speak, his mind was racing, guessing what Lan Xin was going to do.

He knew that the Demon Sect had a cultivation method to absorb the yang essence and mana of the male monk. But after practicing this evil skill, there will be a kind of demonic energy, which is difficult for the Qi refining period cultivators to hide. He looked at Lan Xin intently, and felt that she didn't seem to be a person who practiced evil skills.

Although the scene was weird and fragrant, Wang Xian couldn't get nervous. Maybe it's Lan Xin's angelic shy smile and devilish seductive figure, maybe Wang Xian has always paid attention to the reputation of the [***] sect, and the exercises are pure. Although Wang Xian lost his mana, he didn't have much hostility, and gradually relaxed, and his expression became calm.