Xiantu

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night, as if that Wushan scene was just an illusion, and disappeared without a trace when blown by the wind.

In the following days, Song Mo stayed at home and practiced in closed doors.And Mu Li would go out from time to time, every time he came and went quietly, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Song Mo didn't ask Mu Li about Master Zhu, although he was sure that Master Zhu was murdered by Mu Li.And Mu Li never mentioned this matter, as if he didn't know anything about what happened.

As for the Forgetful Heart Bead, Song Mo had never seen it again.

Although he paid an extremely unbearable price, his goal seemed to have been achieved.

On this day, Song Mo refined another qingli fruit. After waking up from his slumber, he opened his eyes and realized that Mu Li had sat beside him at some point. The two of them were very close to each other. Feel the warm breath exhaled by the other party.

Song Mo was slightly taken aback, and then he naturally embraced Mu Li.

These days, Song Mo has never been intimate with Muli again through his cultivation.Moreover, the process of that time was actually very rough, and it was not a good memory for Mu Li. Song Mo originally thought that Mu Li would not want to do it again in the short term.

but now

The two were silent for a while, Mu Li rested his head on Song Mo's neck, and said softly, "It's getting late, let's rest."

Although the voice was not loud, every word echoed in the narrow hole, but it was exceptionally clear.

Song Mo's body froze slightly.

On the night when he made up his mind to spend with Mu Li, he knew what he was doing, and he knew clearly that once this kind of thing was done, there would be no turning back.As long as there is the first time, there will be a second time and a third time, or even countless times.

But now, he regretted it a little.

There was no movement for a long time, Mu Li raised his head in doubt, leaned into Song Mo's ear and said, "What's the matter?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying some kind of unspeakable invitation.

He can't say no.Now that you have sold your body for a chance to survive, don't let the previous sacrifices go to waste.

Song Mo closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed the person beside him.

river crab~~~~~river crab~~~~~river crab~~~~river crab~~~~~~~~~~~river crab~~~~~~

The days passed slowly and silently, and Song Mo practiced meditation step by step every day, refining Qingli fruit.He has been trapped in this crypt for an unknown number of years.

Due to the continuous supply of Qingli fruit, the spiritual power in his body reached the peak of the early stage of the cultivation realm as early as five years ago.The two mana seeds in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the 81 runes of the Containing Breath Technique and the Breaking Space Technique all lit up two years ago, and they have cultivated to the Dzogchen.

As long as he can get out of this crypt, he can break through to the middle stage of Yuanyuan Realm at any time.

Over the years, he tried his best, but still couldn't find the slightest clue to leave.This crypt has existed for thousands of years, and countless monks have been arrested, including dozens of alchemy-level monks, but no one has ever escaped successfully. It can be seen that the forces behind this crypt powerful.

In a relatively open space, Song Mo frowned and looked at the high platform in front of him. Every year, the envoys sent by the above to collect Qingli fruit landed directly on this high platform, and then were directly teleported away.

On this high platform, there must be a teleportation circle.It's a pity that the high platform was isolated by the formation, and his consciousness and magic power were imprisoned by the formation in the crypt, so he couldn't go forward to check it.

After standing silently on the spot for a while, Song Mo sighed and was about to leave.Suddenly his heart moved, his eyes fixed on a corner in front of him, and he shouted: "Who is it, come out!"

Although he lost his spiritual consciousness and magic power, Song Mo's five senses and six senses far surpassed ordinary people's due to practicing the Kongming Jue.After sensing a strange aura approaching, he immediately became alert.

A female nun who looked to be in her 20s slowly stepped out of the shadows.

The female cultivator wore a plain white long dress, and a wooden stick was randomly inserted in her long hair. Although her dress was simple, it was difficult to hide her beautiful appearance.Even in the world of self-cultivation where there are so many beauties, she can be regarded as very outstanding.

Song Mo recognized her at a glance: "So it's Mrs. Ning."

The female cultivator in front of her was Zhu Ying, one of Ning Lan's four concubines, and Song Mo had seen her several times.Although Mu Li and Ning Lan had conflicts when they first entered the crypt, the two sides have lived in peace all these years.Ning Lan kept her promise and gave Mu Li a lot of Qingli Fruit every year.Although the other big bosses in the crypt, in order to win over Muli, they would distribute some of the Qingli fruit every year.But in comparison, due to living in Ning Lan's territory for a long time, the two sides naturally have a tacit understanding of alliance, and the relationship is actually closer.

Song Mo followed Mu Li and visited Ning Lan several times.

Although the other party is just a weak woman, the vigilance in Song Mo's heart has not disappeared. Seeing Zhu Ying walking slowly, he said, "What is Mrs. Ning doing here?"

Zhu Ying didn't answer, but when she was three feet away from Song Mo, she stopped and stared at the high platform in front of her: "You don't need to waste your efforts, fellow Daoist Song, the formation on this high platform is called the Son-Mother Qiankun Formation. If it is not open, it can only be opened from the outside. Even if you pass by, it is useless."

"Oh," Song Mo's heart moved, "Madam Ning is also proficient in formations."

"It's not proficient, it's just superficial knowledge." Zhu Ying said lightly, "Song Daoyou should call me Zhu Daoyou, I'm just a concubine, and I can't be called Mrs. Ning."

Although there are countless female cultivators in the crypt who want to attach themselves to Ning Lan, Song Mo has heard rumors that one of Ning Lan's four concubines was snatched by him, and he didn't do it willingly.Seeing Zhu Ying's expression at this time, he immediately understood that the person in the rumors was probably Zhu Ying.

Formation in the world of comprehension is easy to learn but difficult to master, and most of the aristocratic cultivation families are self-preserving. Zhu Ying can call the name of this formation in one go.

Judging from her appearance, she should not be very old when she advanced to the Yuanyuan Realm, and she can still concentrate on practicing formations, either because she is extremely talented or has a deep background.

It's just that I don't know how it was caught in this underground cage.

Song Mo pondered in his heart, wondering why Zhu Ying came to find him on purpose, he didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

Zhu Ying's gaze lingered on the high platform for a while, before she said, "Rather than coming here, Daoist Song, why not go to different dimensions a few more times, maybe there may be unexpected gains."

Song Mo was slightly taken aback, and looked at Zhu Ying.

Since the different space is a space fragment, it is impossible to have only one exit. As long as you find other exits, you can of course escape from the ghostly place of the crypt.It's just easier said than done. Over the years, he and Mu Li have often entered different spaces, but they have never returned without success.After all, in such a large different space, trying to find a space crack in it is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

But Zhu Ying had good intentions after all, Song Mo still thanked her.

Seemingly seeing Song Mo's disapproval, Zhu Ying pointedly said: "I don't know if you have been to Wuhua Valley. If you haven't, you might as well go there and have a look."

Foggy Valley is a small valley in a different space, shrouded in green mist all the year round, there are many powerful spirits inside, it is an extremely dangerous place.

When monks enter different dimensions to pick qingli fruit, they tend to avoid this place.

Judging from Zhu Ying's tone now, could it be that there is one of the exits of the different space?

Song Modao: "Zhu Daoyou means"

Zhu Ying didn't intend to explain any more, after saying this, she turned and left.

Song Mo stared at Zhu Ying's back thoughtfully. Zhu Ying would not come to talk to him for no reason. What purpose does she have?

Now Song Mo will not trust anyone easily anymore, but, do you want to check that Foggy Valley?