The beauty god is forced to love every day

Looking up, I saw a group of people in black robes and wearing ghost masks standing in mid-air, emitting a powerful Nascent Soul aura.

"Who are you, Excellency? Please do not interfere in the affairs of our Dark Cult, lest you bring yourself into trouble."

Yan Qing originally wanted to kill someone because of Yuwen Si's physical condition, and this group of people just happened to run into him.

Besides, this group of people are not good people.

A hint of red flashed in his blue eyes, and he reached out and touched Yu Wen Si's head, "Be good, wait for me for a while, there are some eyesores that need to be dealt with."

Yuwen Si nodded obediently with a faint smile on his face, "Okay, Master."

The ghost-faced men in the air were unaware of the approaching danger, and the leader pointed at Yan Qing arrogantly.

"Hmph, don't be ungrateful! It's not your turn to interfere in the affairs of our Dark Cult. Get out of here if you know what's best for you, or you'll be killed without a burial place."

Yan Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer, "The Dark Cult is very powerful! Today, none of you can leave."

After saying that, Yan Qing raised his hand, and the Wentian Sword flew away at an extremely fast speed, bringing with it endless frost, leaving sharp icicles wherever it went.

The ghost-faced man didn't expect that this man would act so decisively. They reacted in panic, and were all frozen in just one encounter.

The constantly invading cold air made their souls feel threatened, which frightened them terribly. They immediately realized that this person seemed to have no spiritual power fluctuations.

They didn't expect that they would be unable to handle it as soon as they made a move.

Seeing the sword slashing towards them mercilessly, several people were so scared that their eyes widened, but it was of no use.

Just then, a rough voice came, "Stop, show mercy."

Yan Qing didn't even bother to look at them. With just a glance, the Wentian Sword killed all of them. Bright red blood fell down along with ice crystals.

The Lingtian warrior of the Underworld Cult who rushed over looked at the scene angrily, and his powerful aura instantly burst out, "I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

Yan Qing stepped forward and stood in front of Yuwen Si, shattering the oncoming pressure. He looked at him coldly and said, "Get down."

As the words fell, Ling Tianzhan had no time to react before he was knocked to his knees by an invisible force, unable to get up.

When he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, fear and panic flashed in his eyes, and he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Qingshui Immortal Venerable, I was blind and didn't expect to offend you. Please spare my life."

Yan Qing looked at the person kneeling on the ground, his expression slightly changed, "If that's the case, then you can go! Tell the Lord of the Underworld that if you want the holy object, come and get it."

"I'm waiting for him in Xuantian Sect."

"Yes, yes, yes." General Lingtian nodded quickly and quickly disappeared from the spot.

Yan Qing turned and looked at Yuwen Si, watching the mark that reappeared between his eyebrows, and the golden light emanating from his gradually collapsing body.

He let out a rare sigh.

Yuwen Si seemed to sense Yan Qing's embarrassment and lowered his head silently, "Master, I'm fine."

"My body is very hot, but in this cold snow, it is not hot anymore."

Yan Qing touched Yuwen Si's head. He was clearly in pain so much that veins popped out on his forehead, but he said he was fine. He was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

"How can it be okay? My body is on the verge of collapse."

Yu Wen Si lowered his eyes and looked at his cracked palm. It seemed that flames were about to erupt from it. He was in real pain, but he didn't want his master to worry about him.

I don’t know what happened, I just felt a black screen in front of my eyes, and then I fell straight down. Yan Qing quickly caught Yuwen Si.

There was a hint of solemnity in his gentle eyes. The bloodlines of dragon and phoenix existed at the same time, and he had not yet figured out where the golden dragon's bloodline came from.

Now that the Fire Phoenix's bloodline has been implanted into his body, neither of these two powerful forces in the world is willing to admit defeat and they will fight to the death.

The situation is urgent now, and he can only guide one of the bloodlines out of the body, so he must be the carrier of this phoenix.

Although it was opposite to the nature of the technique he was practicing, it was not a big problem. Practicing something was not the same as practicing it, even if it was of opposite nature.

Just keep repairing it, you will succeed.

He gently touched Yuwen Si's forehead and said, "It's okay. Isn't it just a fight between a dragon and a phoenix? Master will refine them together with you."

As he said this, he took Yuwen Si and escaped underground.

They came to the source of the spiritual vein and built a jade bed here. He and Yuwen Si sat opposite each other with their palms facing each other.

He used his spiritual power to draw the Fire Phoenix blood out of Yu Wen Si's body bit by bit, because this process had to be done with extreme caution.

Otherwise, not only would all previous efforts be wasted, but Yuwen Si’s life would also be at stake.

This process lasted for a long time, and during this process, he was surprised to find that this was not the Fire Phoenix bloodline, or not completely.

This Fire Phoenix lacks a crucial drop of blood essence, which may mean that the Fire Phoenix bloodline is a fake. Without the blood essence, it can never become a real Fire Phoenix.

But it was too late now. One third of the Fire Phoenix had been absorbed by him, and it was impossible to stop now. The worst result would be serious side effects.

I just don’t know what it will be?

Time flies, and seven years have passed in a flash.

The little brats have all turned into handsome young men, with fully grown facial features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a heroic air between their eyebrows and eyes.

His childish face made him even more handsome. He was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Yan Qing's face remained the same, without any change, but the immortal aura on his body became more and more intense, with a red flame mark between his eyebrows.

It was left behind after absorbing the Fire Phoenix. As he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes met with Yuwen Si who was standing opposite him.

He was surprised to find that his little prince had grown up and was more handsome than before, with dark golden eyes giving off an illusion of looking down on the world.

Why was his face abnormally red? He subconsciously reached out and touched Yu Wen Si's forehead, which was a little hot.

Could it be the aftereffect of taking away the Fire Phoenix? He was surprised that the temperature of his palm became even hotter, and asked worriedly.

"Xiao A Si, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why is it so hot?"

"I........." Yuwen Si stuttered and was unable to speak, because his master was naked and he didn't know where to put his eyes.

He felt ashamed and angry at himself for having such a reaction, especially when his master's hands were touching his face, which made his reaction even greater.

Yan Qing looked at the blood-red earlobe, stretched out her hand and rubbed it carefully, then moved closer, "Little Ah Si, why are your ears so red?"

Yuwen Si exhaled heavily, and the warm breath hit his ears, itchy and wet, always making people unable to help but imagine.

How could Yan Qing not know that her clothes were burned to ashes by the flames? She just wanted to see how Yuwen Si would react.

The result was unexpected and better than expected.