"Girl, it's not that I don't want to smoke, someone won't let me smoke, there are a lot of creations in this, and I can't say it clearly for a while, I always feel that that thing is looking for the strongest lifeform, otherwise, how would I send him so many benefits. In the future, we will have a place for him." The rickety old man said nonsense. Gong Xue was also confused.

Gong Xue doesn't care about these things, what she cares about is: "Prince Charming in my heart, will someone take it away."

The night in Wanyun Cave was very late. The dark blue sky seems to have been washed, cold and cold, clean, solemn and solemn. There was no moon, no puffy clouds, a few lonely stars hanging alone, blinking on the inky blue satin.

A cool wind blows the black mountains and forests, and the sand ...... Sand...... The trembling sound of the leaves is intermittent, like a sad violinist, flicking the strings in the night, gently plucking, making the night deep, quiet, ghostly. The frightened old trees condensed a little bit of ink dew, quietly condensing, with the sand ...... Sand...... , The sound of the wind of the sand suddenly rolled down from the leaves, and fell drop by drop, splashing out, fluttering, fluttering and making people shiver at night.

Suddenly, in the wind of the sand...... In the sound of sand, in the dew ...... Da ...... After that, there seemed to be a ...... Boom...... The voice, the voice was very soft, but with endless sadness, it seemed far away, but it reverberate, and the voice suppressed the painful sigh, as if afraid of the tranquility of the night, the condensation of the wind.

The place where the sound came from was a deep canyon in the middle of a steep mountain peak in the depths of the Ten Thousand Caves. The black col rises with a dense mountain air, and the shadows of the trees covered in black paint are hidden, like a pair of black veils blocking the night eyes of peeping.

With the sound of humming, there is only a dark curtain in front of me, and occasionally I can smell the fragrance of grass and flowers with cold coldness, which feels like drilling into a sea of flowers, and bursts of cold incense. Fascinated by the human eye in the dark curtain, you can hear the sound of gurgling water, but you can't tell the direction of the sound of water, ethereal like light smoke, drifting around with the wind

Violently broke through a barrier of divine consciousness, which seemed to be more like a wall, and his eyes lit up. It was a very simple room, with a stone table, three stone benches, and a pot of flowers on the stone table. It blooms with blue flowers and exudes a faint fragrance. Sitting side by side was a small ebony incense burner, and wisps of gray cigarette smoke rose from the furnace.

On a stone bed, there is a woman with a black gauze covered body, under the slender jade neck, a crisp chest like clotted white jade, half-covered and half-hidden, with a bundle of plain waist, soft and soft to hold. A pair of long, watery and well-proportioned legs were exposed outside the black gauze, and they trembled slightly

The watery eyes are full of tears, the water covers the fog, and the charm ripples. The corners of the small mouth were slightly upturned, and crystal clear teardrops rolled down, as if the tears flowed from the depths of the soul, condensing the sorrow of pain. Trembling shoulders are there, gurgling.

Tears fell, dripping in bunches onto a watermelon-sized mask of light. Da ...... , da...... It is spread on the surface of the transparent mask, forming two films of water, which slide around the mask.

The sobbing sound flowed from time to time from the cherry lips that were bitten hard with the taste of pain, and it was difficult to suppress the great grief, tearing apart the elegant room shrouded in the night, and venting the sadness in the dark night.

In the arms of the beautiful saintess, in the watermelon-sized light shield, there was a blood-red mist, thick and faint, deep and shallow, wisps and wisps fluttering gently. A yellow dot of light faintly shone in the depths of the blood mist. The yellow dots of light were dim and floated weakly in the blood mist.

"Son, you have to hold on, your father, is coming back." After saying that, the beautiful saint sobbed softly again.

In the fragrant and misty elegant room, the aura suddenly flashed, and a huge aura flashed, and Fan Yi took a step out of the aura. He also carried a large holy bag in his hand.

"Madame Baby, I'm back". The old one, with an infinitely warm voice, came out of Fan Yi's mouth.

"Old ghost, have you brought it back?" the beautiful saint raised her blood-red eyes.

"Bring it back, are you satisfied?" Fan Yi finished speaking, and opened the holy bag with a bang. A handsome teenager stood blankly.

The beautiful saint's watery eyes, with a look of pain and pain, stared at the young man in front of her, and nodded with a long sigh for a long time.

"Madam Baby, this body is the body I told you to use your divine sense to kill one hundred and eight Gugen saints. Now he has refined a holy body that is indestructible with a hundred techniques, and a divine body with twelve automatic repair abilities." Fan Yi was afraid that the saint would not be satisfied, so he said a lot of words in one breath. Most of the benefits of this body have been said.

The beautiful saint hummed softly. "Old ghost, why is the eyes of this body holy body so hollow, is it a damage to the divine sense, there will be no problem."

"Don't worry, Madam Baby, this body holy body is just a damage to Huizhi's divine sense, and this is also a matter I want to discuss with you." Fan Yi said thoughtfully.

"Wisdom and Divine Sense? Doesn't that mean that this body was a fool before, a beggar on the street?" The beautiful saint was stunned, with a sense of loss.

"Oh......". Fan Yimeng was a little dumbfounded, and after swallowing two spits, he squeezed out a smile. "You can't say that, you see that this young man is white and pure, he must have hurt his wisdom and consciousness for something, otherwise it would be impossible to cultivate to the sixth layer of agility."

"Hmm". Beautiful saintess, let out a long sigh. "What's the matter, you can tell it."

"Madam Baby, this body Holy Body Divine Consciousness is very strong, Yan'er's Divine Consciousness may be difficult to swallow its entire Divine Consciousness, you see, whether to let Yan'er only swallow the injured Huizhijue Divine Consciousness."

There are seven types of consciousness of the saints. Auditory Consciousness, Auditory Consciousness, Auditory Consciousness, Taste Consciousness, Pain Consciousness, Visual Consciousness, Emotional Consciousness, Wisdom Consciousness. There is also a kind of divine consciousness that is the divine consciousness to be cultivated in the realm of refining consciousness. Of these seven consciousnesses, wisdom and consciousness are the main consciousnesses. All other consciousnesses are sub-consciousnesses.

Every time the Spirit Realm breaks through, the Divine Consciousness that is released and cultivated is the Auditory Divine Consciousness, which is white and can emit white light, and the cultivators below the Refining Consciousness Realm. There is no distinction between divine consciousness, so the divine consciousness light can only be from the realm of white, yellow, purple, blue, etc.

The strength of the Sage's divine consciousness is not the strength of the wisdom and perception of the divine consciousness, but below the realm of refining consciousness, it is the strength and weakness of the four divine consciousnesses: voyeuristic divine consciousness, voyeuristic divine consciousness, voyeuristic divine consciousness, and voyeuristic divine consciousness. The powerful divine consciousness displayed by the handsome young man is the voyeuristic divine sense. Because the boy is only a sixth-layer of agility, the strength of other divine senses has not yet been revealed.

The strength of the Lord's divine consciousness, wisdom, and wisdom can only be expressed as the level of wisdom of a saint, and cannot reflect the strength or weakness of the realm. Therefore, the external manifestation of the damage to the wisdom and consciousness is the level of one's IQ.

The beautiful saint is already a great saint of the fifth order of Qi condensation, and she has refined the five great divine senses, and of course she understands this, these five divine senses cannot determine the character of a saint. All the physical manifestations of the saints are in the consciousness of the consciousness of the mind and the consciousness of the mind, and as long as the consciousness of the mind is devoured, the consciousness of the consciousness of the mind will be slowly swallowed up within a few years. The character of the Eucharist will change dramatically. If one wants to devour the entire consciousness of the Holy Body, each of the various divine consciousnesses of the Holy Priest must be stronger than the Holy Body. This total devouring is hard.

The beautiful saint nodded, as long as Yan'er could recognize herself as his mother, the beautiful saint couldn't care so much. "Okay, old ghost, when will it start".

"Madam Baby, I'm going to put this holy body here in the next few days, and I can start after I finish taking care of the affairs in the cave." Fan Yi said as he spoke, with a hot light in his eyes, sweeping around the gorgeous saint.

The beautiful saint consciously hugged the light mask, "Old ghost ......". Before the beautiful saint finished speaking, she saw Fan Yi wave her hand, and the handsome young man fell to the ground softly as if he had taken a drug.

Then the light in the room became a little dim. A delicate voice came. "Old ghost, don't be in a hurry, wait for me to put my son away."

"Hurry up, just cover it with a soundproof cover. Come on baby, you're trying to kill me these days." There was a sound of undressing.

"Wait for the pervert, seven or eight thousand years later, why are you still so impatient, you can't be gentle. You say that you, your son's virtue, are learned from you, otherwise...... Ah......h

The dim space is filled with a leisurely aroma, faint, gray and dim, like a layer of milky gray tulle, like a dream, like a fantasy. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the melodious aroma was stirred like a rapidly fanning fan. It's messy, a flurry of messes, and I can't tell which direction I should fly in and be pulled back and forth.

A heart-pounding sound drowned out the silence of the night. Disturb the mysterious valley of the sub. The valley is quiet, only the sand is quiet...... Sand...... The sound of the sand was stirring the leaves and blades of grass, and the chilling wind, blowing down a little bit of chilling dew, threw far away, snapping...... Syllable...... Yes...... Yes...... Well...... Well...... Hit the grass and the ground. The grass trembled, the flowers were frightened, and they were so frightened that they could not breathe in the night, as if the whole valley was immersed in the lewd laughter of the wind and the majesty of the dew.

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey...... A dry laugh came from the depths of the mind of the Holy Body lying in the darkness. "I didn't expect that my three souls, tens of thousands of years later, can still enjoy such autumn colors, but unfortunately, I can only see a silhouette. Such a heart-pounding sound is too sensual. 'Baby...... Hee-hee-hee', 'baby...... Hahaha'".

"I didn't expect that this Fan Cave Master was better than Lao Tzu back then. I don't know how to say his short-lived son, what, what Yan's how, hahaha, Lao Tzu is looking forward to it, hehehehe".

"Little worm, wake up quickly, it will depend on your performance in two days, work hard, let that short-lived Yan swallow you, let Lao Tzu appreciate the real spring light, hahaha, ah, hehehe." The filthy voice ran through the handsome boy's head. The screams were more ear-piercing than the sounds in the dim bed. (To be continued......)