I ran away after slag Xianzun

Just now, in the blink of an eye, rows of densely packed words suddenly appeared in Jiang Meiqing's mind, like mosquitoes, but extremely clear.

That is the cultivation secret technique of the Hehuan Sect.

As long as he double-cultivates with the Dacheng monk who is almost ascending, and uses the other party's powerful spiritual power to pour into his body, he can open up the closed spiritual sea.

Once the spiritual sea is cleared, the subsequent cultivation can proceed smoothly.

And now that Wuwang has been planted with the Burning Demon, it is a good opportunity to take advantage of the fire!

Jiang Meiqing was overjoyed immediately, like a piece of dead wood in spring, unwilling to let go of any drop of spring water.

It's a pity that the other party's face was gloomy and terrifying, obviously unwilling to—

Wu Wang stared at him coldly, and it took him a long time to utter a word: "Get lost!"

Jiang Meiqing was not annoyed, she took a step back, and said in a leisurely manner: "I think the symptoms of the Immortal Venerable at this time may be caused by something like the Burning Body Demon. If it is heavy, it will explode and die.”

He obviously looked harmless to humans and animals, but he spoke the cruel facts calmly, smiling unabated, the two lying silkworms in front of his eyes were fuller and fuller, making his eyes shine, exquisite and clear, like a living beauty.

The beauty leaned over and whispered, seductively, "Shuangxiu is the best way to relieve it."

Wu Wang's eyes dimmed a bit, his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, and the hand holding the sword had bulging veins, and he had endured so much hard work.

He turned his eyes away, and said coldly: "Shuangxiu? What kind of evil spirit is that? Stay away from me."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Do you want to be so decisive?

But he didn't say anything, raised his eyebrows, and stayed away from Wu Wang as kindly as possible.

From the corner of Wuwang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the trash taking a few steps back silently.

His shoes fell off at some point, and there were only a pair of white feet under the wet clothes, which looked even more white as jade in the green grass all over the ground.

As he stepped back, his slender legs were also looming.

This is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, making certain ideas burn more vigorously.

Wu Wang took a deep breath, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, reciting the formula of clearing the heart, adjusting the spiritual power, and restraining the bursts of desire.

Now Wuwang was caught by the Burning Body Demon and couldn't leave for a while, so Jiang Meiqing had to wait for him to adjust his breath.

He looked around, trying to distinguish the directions of east, west, north, south in this thousand mysteries.

The book does not describe in detail how Wu Wang got out after being brought here by the original body.The story line here is taken as a cutscene.

He thought about it, the eyes of the secret realm are usually located in the north, because this is the easiest way to form a secret realm, and considering that the original body is such a waste, it is estimated that it will not be able to form many deep and unpredictable secret realms.

But the direction of east, west, north, south and the outside world in the environment is inconsistent.

For example, at this time, the night is as dark as ink, but the direction of the new moon rising up is opposite to the direction of the setting sun just now.If the setting sun is in the west, then the direction where the crescent moon hangs at this time is the east.

It is also possible that the south is facing the north, and it is difficult to judge for the time being.

Jiang Meiqing thought for a moment, but she had no idea, when she suddenly heard the sound of running water.

He turned his head and saw a line of silvery white turbulence leaking down from the high mountain, like a galaxy in the sky, splitting the ink-like night.

Where the turbulence falls, the water splashes and winds down the creek.

The sound of running water that Jiang Meiqing heard was the creek not far behind him.

He checked it visually, and it was about five or six steps from Wuwang's position to the stream.

So, he stood up and walked towards the water flow, the red golden glow on his waist slightly appeared.

Jiang Meiqing picked up a handful of clear spring, washed her face vigorously, and even her mind became clearer.

Then he took off the spirit bag from his waist, filled it with water, and slowly walked back to the original place.

Jiang Meiqing took a sip of water to moisten her throat. When she sat down, she heard a very slight hum.

He raised his eyelids, and saw that Wu Wang was still sitting cross-legged, sweating profusely, and frowning, looking extremely impatient.

Jiang Meiqing wasn't worried that he would die accidentally, after all, the man in front of him was the most favored by heaven in the whole book, not only survived to the end, but also ascended to the Tao.

He watched coldly, and had to admit that this person was tough and strong-willed, and he was indeed very suitable for cultivating the ruthless way.

After shaking the water in the spirit bag, he walked over and said kindly: "Immortal Venerable, drink water?"

Wu Wang heard the voice, opened his eyelids, his eyes were lightly frosted, and his face was expressionless.

It seems that he doesn't think this waste has such good intentions.

Jiang Meiqing didn't care about his coldness, and reminded: "You sweat so much, you don't replenish water, and you keep adjusting your breath, carefully burn your heart."

Heartburn is a term for a disease in the cultivation world. As the name suggests, excessive use of spiritual power leads to high body temperature and burns the heart and lungs.

Wu Wang lightly raised his eyelids, his eyes moved up slightly, and he saw that he was holding a spiritual bag in his hand, his finger bones were white and slender, his fingertips were slightly red, clean, but different from his personality.

Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Meiqing smiled maliciously: "Is the Immortal Venerable afraid of me being poisoned? Or is he afraid that I will take the opportunity to rob you?"

Wu Wang gave him a cold look, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

But he was not afraid of him, and comforted him half-truthfully: "Don't be afraid, Immortal Venerable, I'm not interested in Bawang's hard bow."

Wu Wang: ...

He had never seen such a brazen person in his life.

Jiang Meiqing handed him the spiritual bag again.

Wu Wang paused for a moment, but still took it, and his eyes lightly passed over him unnaturally.

"Pull up your skirt."

Jiang Meiqing was taken aback for a moment, then looked down.

Only then did I realize that the collar was wide open, no wonder it was chilly.

The clothes on his body are straight-fronted gowns, only tied with a slipknot at the waist, and the two sides of the clothes are not fastened with belts, so they are easy to loosen.

What's more, Yuan himself intended to seduce and seduce Wuwang. Under the outer robe, he was only wearing a light and loose middle coat, and when he opened it slightly, he could see the scenery.

What a nuisance, a belt is missing.

Jiang Meiqing hooked the corners of her mouth, stretched out her hand and slowly folded her skirt tightly, and asked meaningfully: "Is this all right? Immortal."

His voice was deliberately lowered, soothing like an evil voice that seduces people's hearts.

Wu Wang glanced at him, breathed a little harder, restrained himself and reprimanded: "Go away."

Jiang Meiqing held back her smile, and obediently took two steps back.

He guessed that Wu Wang must have never had any romantic thoughts, a person who has no desires and desires, and is dedicated to cultivating the Tao.Even...maybe they don't know how double cultivation works.

Jiang Meiqing tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook the spirit bag in her hand and smiled meaningfully.

"Xianzun, I also drank this spirit bag just now."

The implication is that you have tasted my saliva.

Sure enough, Wu Wang's face turned black suddenly, as if he had been splashed with ink.

Jiang Meiqing really couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

In fact, most monks don't mind this kind of small details. Who would care about these things when they call friends and exchange cups?

But Wuwang was born in the Muyun sect with the most rules. He strictly abides by the precepts since he was a child, and he has no desires or desires. He seldom participates in this kind of gathering.

But now that he is entangled by the Burning Body Demon, even a little bit of Qisi will be magnified countless times, and only then will he feel as if there is really something ambiguous.

The more taboo, the more attracted, human nature has always been like this.

He stared at Jiang Meiqing coldly, with a harsh voice. "If you want to die, just keep doing it."

After hearing this, Jiang Meiqing let out a soft "oh", then withdrew her smile disapprovingly, and Shi Shiran walked away.

The two of them are now trapped in this thousand secrets, and Jiang Meiqing doesn't want to make him anxious.

Although the tiger that fell in Pingyang is now a sick cat, the minions are still there. He feels that he can't beat him, so he has to shrink his tail and behave like a man.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, silently looking at Wuwang not far away.

This person is an iron wall, which can only penetrate and corrode slowly and little by little.

The stars hang down the plains, and the long night models.

Jiang Meiqing finally got tired and stopped.

He found a big rock, moved it over, and rested on it.

The temperature at night dropped gradually, he frowned in his sleep, curled up his body, trying to wrap up the last bit of heat.

The opposite was Wu Wang, his Burning Body Demon was forcibly suppressed, and at this moment his whole body was scorching hot, almost burning his heart.

The two were hooked by Chi Lian, five steps apart, one was ignorant, and the other was insightful.

Wu Wang caught a glimpse of his back trembling faintly, and guessed a bit.

But he didn't move.

This man was a nuisance, and he didn't want to mess with it.

When the sky was dim, Jiang Meiqing woke up from the cold.

My hands and feet were numb from the cold, stiff and stiff, and it took me a while to warm up.

He sighed slightly, the spiritual power of this body is too low, it can't even do basic protection from the cold.

He stood up, just about to relax his muscles and bones, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Wang's half body lying on the ground, face down.

Jiang Meiqing was slightly startled, and walked over to check in two steps.

Wu Wang seemed to have fallen into a coma, and the blush on his face faded a lot.

Jiang Meiqing grabbed one of his wrists, examined it, and then relaxed.

Burning Body Demon's first attack has passed, he should be burning and confused.

He pondered for a while, put his two fingers together, clasped it on the lifeline of Wu Wang's wrist, and sucked out the excessively chaotic spiritual power in his body.

But the panacea in Jiang Meiqing's body was almost useless and could not be integrated with him.

He guessed that this elixir of the original body might not have been formed by himself, but someone else had given it to him.

This kind of panacea that is not condensed by himself has little effect and cannot absorb too much spiritual power. If he absorbs too much, he may explode and die one step earlier than Wuwang.

After absorbing it for a while, Jiang Meiqing stopped and stretched out her hand towards Wu Wang's forehead.

It seems that the temperature is a little lower, and it should not die.

He Shi Shiran withdrew his hand and was about to walk away.

The moment he turned his head, the movement stopped.

Those eyes opened at some point, and they looked at him with some cloudy and complicated eyes.

Jiang Meiqing waved her hand and said with a smile, "Good morning, Immortal."

Wu Wang paused for a moment, and when he lowered his eyelids, he glanced at a touch of green around his waist.

He didn't know when he broke a long, flexible branch and tied it around his waist.

The baggy robe was immediately gathered up, making him appear to have a slender waist and long legs, with a perfect figure.

He indifferently withdrew his gaze. At this moment, the Burning Body Demon had retreated, how could he still find a man attractive?