The sparkling bath rises like a light gauze mist when the jade girl is giggling and playing. A thin hazy moisture hits my face, and the cool feeling moistens my heart. The jade girls were unaware of the sudden fog, and they were covered in the mist, frolicking in the fragrant flower pond.

The fog was thick and permeated the pool water, like a thick sand falling from the sky, engulfing the jade girl's ice muscle and jade body, and swallowing Ying Ying's laughter. The gaze of each jade girl is limited to her own narrow fog air, as if it is only as big as her eyes in the space.

The light flickered gently by the bath, and Fan Yan appeared by the bath with several half-naked saints. A saint took out a white blanket and spread it quietly on the sand outside the bath. Another saint lightly tapped the sari that had been randomly dropped between the white sands, and in a blink of an eye, only the large white blanket was left on the sandy shore of the bath.

Fan Yan nodded, the mist that swirled around the pool faded out of three beautiful shadows, and the two saints appeared by the pool with Xie Mei with tears on their faces, Xie Mei's tearful eyes flashed with panicked eyes, and her face was so pale that the tears that were rolling down seemed to be boiled dry.

When Xie Mei saw Fan Yan sitting naked, she immediately understood, and struggled a few times, but only her shoulders moved slightly, she opened her mouth and wanted to shout, her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, she choked twice, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of jade liquid into her throat.

Fan Yan's ghostly smile at a glance, greedy eyes on Xie Meibai's clear, delicate, and crystal clear snow muscle and jade skin, licking and eating inch by inch, gliding over the full and snowy jade breasts, skimming over the pure and delicate, slender and silky willow waist, and falling into the white, soft, wonderful and smooth lower abdomen. Knock, knock dry swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The two holy women gently placed Xie Mei on the white soft carpet, glanced at Xie Mei, who was crying silently, and moved out of the bathhouse in a panic. Ruxiang stood softly outside the bathhouse, and nodded towards the bathhouse with an expressionless face, a flawless jade shining with a beautiful luster. Layers of scales and waves rise with the wind, accompanied by the jumping sun. It shines like diamonds and emeralds. The entire bathhouse was transformed, and the shadow was lost.

Ruxiang sighed softly and sat cross-legged outside the Love Flower Hall. Hundreds of maids were dressed in black armor one by one. Stand in the open space outside the main hall. With a bang, the Love Flower Hall glowed with a glowing jade light, and the glass-like rainbow-colored light cover melted the Love Flower Hall in the luminous light again.

In the bathhouse, the full pool overflows, patting the fine sand, like the gentleness of the ebb and flow of the tide, rising and falling. It's more like a loving mother patting a baby who is about to sleep, licking the fine sand by the pool.

Fan Yanrou's steely hand teased Xie Meirou's boneless delicate jade body, gently and fiery caressing and kneading. Xie Mei's mind was blank, and although Fang Xin was infinitely shy, she couldn't suppress a blushing moan that rushed out of her mouth.

Hahaha, Fan Yan was not in a hurry to cultivate the Ding, and after laughing a few times, he withdrew the hand that was as hot as a poisonous snake and disgusting. He slapped the holy bag beside him with a cruel smile and took out two Yuying's plates.

On a plate is a tray, slender, four-edged green grass with its roots to its tips. From thick to thin, from light to deep, hanging leaf tips. White flowers emerge from the jade-like green leaves. Bursts of fragrance continue to emanate, and the small flowers are covered with crystal transparent water droplets, like little elves blinking smiling eyes in the haze of mist.

on another plate. It was a small crystal bottle with a glittering blue light, and a wisp of wet and soft mist floated in, and the small crystal bottle was faint. The mist swarmed onto the vial, forming a thick fog that drowned out the sparkling light of the green vial.

Fan Yan thought for a while, patted the holy bag again, and took out another jade plate. There was a large string of blood-red crystals on the plate, each of which looked like a black cow's eye, round and large, with a red agate luster.

Fan Yan couldn't put it down and picked up the blood-colored crystal wine, these days, Fan Yan has been pondering this blood-colored crystal wine, the Qi Condensing Sage worked hard for him, and even the insect soul was so excited that he almost fainted when he saw him. It seems that this crystal is a very remarkable thing. Judging from the residual divine consciousness of the insect soul, Jinglu seems to be related to the breakthrough of the realm.

Fan Yan looked at the dim fog for a long time, but still found nothing. The heart is in charge of him. Let's try two first, I have also eaten the crystal grapes in the Portuguese garden, there is no big deal, but the sweetness is a little higher.

Fan Yan glanced sideways at Xie Mei, who was stunning and innocent, the sweat pores of her whole body swelled several times, and a faint blue light was emitted in her eyes. Fan Yan put the crystal grape in his hand in his mouth, and the slippery and greasy watery coolness, with the sweetness of his heart, made Fan Yan's whole body tremble twice with the honey. Suddenly, the sweet cool eyes disappeared, leaving only a light aftertaste.

"Good ......". Fan Yan exclaimed, this crystal wine is like a jade girl, delicate and shy, jade cheeks are flushed, and the shyness is infinite. Fan Yan's whole person is like a shower between fragrant flowers and green shadows, indulging in the frenzy of wanting the sea.

Fan Yan was pleasantly surprised, and threw several into his mouth in a row. Suddenly, Fan Yan's grinning face froze stiffly, and his squinting gaze was in a trance for a moment, revealing a wry smile of self-deprecation. Slowly close the black eyes that hook the soul.

At this time, in Fan Yan's Danhai, the rolling true qi poured into the mountains and the sea, like thousands of wild horses that had escaped the reins, struggling to raise their manes. The pressure of Danhai churned, panting heavily.

The true air flow instantly passed through the seven meridians and eight veins, circulating the size of the week. The swarming rushed into the Nianyi acupoint, circulating like crazy in the two meridians and three veins of the Nianyi, and every week's circulation, the true qi rippled like a tide. The spring breeze turns into rain, raising the emerald willow, driving the vast true qi, passing through the long-withered meridians, and between a suck, the withered branches pull out a little shoots, accompanied by the true wind, slowly stretching their lazy waist.

The true qi that traverses the six acupoints of thought, heart, god, spirit, movement, and soul emits a pleasant trill, and it seems that every time it passes through a point of thought, a sound note will be emitted, and a beautiful rhythm is composed by the eye, which is a fresh and refined music, which is a war song that calls for sleeping life, including the thunderous sound of war drums.

In an unknown airspace in the sea of Fan Yan's (Mo Ye), a blood-red ball of light kept shaking in the sound of war drums, like an angry prisoner in a cage, shaking the already fragile prison door.

The aura cyclone formed a powerful gravitational vortex outside Fan Yan's body, rushing out of the bath hall with one breath, penetrating the defense array of the Love Flower Hall, and forming a 1,200-zhang aura vortex over the Love Flower Valley. With a radius of one hundred and twenty miles, the aura of heaven and earth disappeared as if enchanted, and under the index of distorting force, it swarmed towards the Valley of Love Flowers.

Tom tom, the sage who was cultivating around the Love Flower Valley, his face gradually flushed, and after a few short convulsions, as if suffocating, he suddenly opened his eyes, coughed in surprise, coughed in surprise, and then inhaled the increasingly rare aura.

Whoosh, thousands of sages soared into the sky, staring at the Valley of Love Flowers with a puzzled and surprised face in the scorching sun. "Is it a bottleneck breakthrough"? "What kind of realm is this bottleneck, with such an amazing momentum, so far away the aura of heaven and earth has been swallowed up."

Dozens of powerful wisps of divine consciousness flew towards the Valley of Love Flowers. Then dozens of people snorted in the air, stumbled a few times, and almost fell into the dense forest from the air. His face became amethyst-like, and he said a little. "It's the Valley of Love Flowers".

That is where Fan Yan's young master cicada lives. Isn't it? All eyes were on the powerful cyclone swirling over the Valley of Love Flowers. I saw the whirlpool twisting between the curtains, and the dark clouds of black pressure gathered together, stirred by the powerful twisting force, the thunder rumbled, the wind whined, and the overwhelming energy was exhausted. The Qingtian Mountains around the Love Flower Valley, such as the Emotion Peak and the Sword Peak, rumbled violently like a landslide in the thunderclouds formed by the aura of heaven and earth, and seemed to rise from the ground and plunge into the whirlpool.

Fan Yan's face was blank, he didn't expect that his breakthrough would be such a scene, such an earth-shattering momentum, more than a hundred times his previous breakthrough. Fan Yan forcibly suppressed the fanaticism in his heart, suppressed his excited heart, and focused on the powerful true qi flow in the meridians. The crispy numbness of the crispy crisp resonated from a mysterious point to the whole body in an instant, and the whole body was wooden, which made Fan Yan want to scream, want to scream, and want to vent the energy gathered in the whole body.

Not far from Fan Yan's side, the saintess who had been standing with her head bowed was so shocked that she almost didn't sit on the ground, her legs were weak, and she stared at everything in front of her tremblingly. "This is the young master's breakthrough realm"?

The two saints have only been in the holy realm for ten years, and they have broken through to the fifth layer of agility, and after being recently selected into the Valley of Love Flowers, they have become the two most favored maids of the young master.

This time, Fan Yan broke through the realm for such a major matter, but he brought the two siblings with him, not to mention such an embarrassing thing as Xiuding.

"Snow Devouring Crystal". Fan Yan said three words briefly in the fluttering immortal. The two saintesses were startled, and patted the holy bag in a panic, and hundreds of snow devouring crystals hit Fan Yan's body like raindrops. Fan Yan grinned, didn't care about the pain or not, sat in the neckless snow devouring crystal, absorbing the bursts of cold air that came out in a hurry.

With a bang, hundreds of snow devouring crystals burst open at the same time, and the cold wind whistled from outside Fan Yan's body, whistling and blowing. The fog from near and far instantly turned into sparkling snowflakes and fell from the sky. The mist in the bath disappeared, and the splashing bath turned into a rippling ice surface. Ten jade girls with a variety of soft postures were frozen into icy jade carvings. Stretch out the stunning charm. The laughter was gone, only the smile that froze on his face, watching the noise of the past, the miserable withering of life, listening to the cold wind moaning alone.

The vast and boundless cold current, from the vortex formed by the aura of heaven and earth, swarmed into Fan Yan's Danhai. There was a buzzing sound, and it crashed towards the mysterious spot. The mysterious point emitted a rumbling war drum resonance, like a waterfall flying down the sky, like a thousand horses rushing in the wilderness.

The startling Xuanyin began to play multi-frequency notes, and the clear sound curled and flowed slowly, forming weak and strong sound waves in the surging waves.

Click, with a few crisp cracking sounds, the true air flow and the cold air flow coldly and coldly converged, like a wind sword and frost sword slashing all the way. Through the mysterious Nian Soul Acupoint, open up the last meridian of the Sage's Spiritual Period-Nian Sutra. (To be continued......)