Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

After breaking through to the Golden Core Stage and forming the Dao Demon Golden Core, Luo He's spiritual perception ability also flourished.

Now it's high in the air.

But he could already vaguely feel those familiar auras in Canyun Peak.

There are Elder Canyun, Yu Chuchu, and Wang Xiaoke.

"Next, you must do your best to suppress your spiritual power. If you are not careful, others will discover you."

Fu Xueqiong leaned close to Luo He's ear.

The words spoken made Luo He's heart beat fast.

Was this asking him to control his aura and continue to hone his sword intent in a situation where he could easily be discovered by others?

Luo He took a breath of cold air.

In this way, he had to suppress himself and constantly hide his breath.

Fu Xueqiong, who is sick, is really a madman!

Luo He was in a complicated mood.

He had just made some progress with Wang Xiaoke, and the two of them were developing a relationship of pure love and staying together.

And now Fu Xueqiong, who was ill, brought him here...

seriously?

Look at the gorgeous person in front of you.

Luo He's throat was dry, and the tension and uneasiness deep in his heart became more and more obvious under the gaze of Fu Xueqiong's deep blue eyes.

Her beauty was undoubtedly unparalleled, her facial features seemed flawless as if they were carefully carved, and her black hair was as black as ink, hanging down softly and fluttering slightly, as if to attract all the light to her.

At this moment, she completely put down the cold mask she usually wore, and replaced it with a charming and irresistible charm.

Luo He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart beating faster. He knew that his current condition was very bad.

He has almost lost all his autonomy under Fu Xueqiong's control.

"Master, this is not good, right?"

"This is a punishment." Fu Xueqiong's body was as light and flexible as a snake. She turned around and tightly wrapped around Luo He.

Her spiritual power no longer rushed like a torrent, but penetrated into Luo He's body in a more delicate and precise way, feeling the pulse of his spiritual power.

Fu Xueqiong's palm gently stroked Luo He's chest, flowing along his spiritual veins. Waves of spiritual power poured into Luo He's body. Every bit of spiritual power brought with it a huge sense of oppression, as if it was tapping into the potential in his body, and as if it was destroying his will.

"Your punishment for losing."

Fu Xueqiong repeated it without directly answering Luo He's question.

It's like giving yourself a good reason.

"Master, this place is too dangerous."

Luo He could feel Wang Xiaoke's presence right below him.

The breath was faint and made him feel a strange emotion.

Even though he had mastered certain spatial laws, Fu Xueqiong also knew how to use the power of space to conceal his aura.

But there is also the possibility of being exposed!

"Huh? Don't even think about running away. If you don't want to be discovered, then keep your breath."

Fu Xueqiong narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a hint of danger in her words.

Her spiritual power surged again, not giving Luo He any chance to breathe.

The spiritual power swept over like a tide, and this time there was no intention of showing any mercy.

Instead of suppressing it with external force, it actively entangled Luo He.

Luo He only felt that his sword intent had been completely destroyed, as if all his defenses had been stripped away, and he was exposed inch by inch to Fu Xueqiong's control.

"The spiritual power in your body is really stubborn..."

Fu Xueqiong chuckled and lightly stroked Luo He's neck with her fingertips. The touch was a mixture of cold and heat, which made Luo He shiver.

Fu Xueqiong's voice was so soft that it seemed to carry a demonic quality. Her spiritual power flowed through Luo He's body, constantly impacting his sword intent and forcing him to release all his potential.

"Stop thinking about the confrontation and relax a little, wouldn't it be nice?"

The teasing tone in Fu Xueqiong's voice became stronger and stronger, and her fingertips slid slowly along Luo He's back, as if she was controlling every inch of his spiritual veins.

Luo He's body tensed up involuntarily, and every muscle was tense under the stimulation of Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power.

He knew very well that he could no longer hold on. The collapse of his spiritual power almost made him lose all his strength, but the stubbornness in his heart was still struggling.

He wanted to gather his sword intent again, if only to maintain his last dignity in front of Fu Xueqiong.

"See you still refuse to admit defeat."

The smile on Fu Xueqiong's lips deepened, as if she could see through the obsession in Luo He's heart.

She leaned down slightly, her face almost touching Luo He's ear. The oppressive feeling of close proximity made it difficult for Luo He to breathe.

Fu Xueqiong gently lifted his chin with her fingers, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze.

Her azure eyes seemed to be flashing with enchanting light, with a dangerous charm, as if she was appreciating Luo He's pain and struggle.

"That's not enough, my good disciple..."

Fu Xueqiong's deep voice carried a strong allure: "You're still far from it. If you really can't bear it, then emit your spiritual energy fluctuations, allowing others to sense your current state... I think, by then, someone might come."

Luo He's heart suddenly tightened, he knew Fu Xueqiong's intention.

Under the suppression of such powerful spiritual power, once he loses control, his aura will inevitably leak out, and those on Canyun Peak, including Wang Xiaoke, will definitely notice the abnormality on his side.

And once they arrived and saw how embarrassed he was in front of Fu Xueqiong... Luo He couldn't imagine such a situation at all.

"I will hold on."

Luo He's voice was hoarse with difficulty, and his body was trembling slightly due to the extreme pressure of spiritual power, but he still clenched his teeth tightly and refused to emit a breath.

Fu Xueqiong sneered, with a hint of dangerous amusement in her eyes.

Her fingers gently slid across Luo He's cheek, her voice still full of bewitching power: "You are so stubborn... But that's what attracts me to you. Unfortunately, your stubbornness is useless in front of me."

Her spiritual power suddenly contracted and released, and the spiritual power in Luo He's body seemed to be drawn out in an instant, and then slammed back into his body.

This violent wave caused Luo He's meridians to feel a tearing pleasure. Cold sweat instantly slid down his forehead and his body bent slightly, but he still persisted stubbornly.

Fu Xueqiong's gaze grew sharper, but a smile still hung on the corner of her mouth. She was clearly enjoying Luo He's current obsession and persistence, as if this contest was a pleasurable game to her.

"Not bad, it seems you have made some progress in the spiritual realm, but what if this is the case?"

Fu Xueqiong blew into Luo He's ear.

Luo He tensed up instantly, his vision blurred, and the strong impact of spiritual power made his consciousness gradually become confused.

"Hiss...ah..."

Luo He groaned, but quickly suppressed the breath that was about to escape.

Fu Xueqiong's eyes changed slightly, as if she was surprised by Luo He's persistence, but soon a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

She chuckled and said, "Very good... Then I want to see how long you can hold on."

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power once again surged into Luo He's body like a tide. This time the impact was even more violent than before, as if to completely destroy every bit of spiritual power in his body.

Luo He felt as if his spiritual sea was under endless pressure, and every inch of his meridians was in severe pain. His body was already trembling, but his inner will was still stubbornly resisting.

At this moment, a strange wave suddenly came from the depths of Luo He's spiritual sea.

The fluctuation was not strong, but it carried a familiar power, like a faint call. Luo He's heart moved, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled by this power, gradually becoming clearer.

That is...Wang Xiaoke's breath.

Is Wang Xiaoke approaching this place?

Oops!

A complex emotion suddenly surged in Luo He's heart. He knew that Wang Xiaoke was in Canyun Peak at the moment, but he didn't expect her to come here.

Did he just happen to pass by or did he sense the presence of him and Fu Xueqiong?

dong dong!dong dong!

Luo He's heart was beating like thunder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He could almost hear his blood rushing in his ears, his heartbeat echoing in his brain, gradually becoming uncontrollable. He had never been so nervous, especially in such a dangerous situation.

"Master..." Luo He called out softly.

"what happened?"

"somebody is coming."

"I know."

Fu Xueqiong's oppression intensified intentionally or unintentionally. Her charming eyes stared at him coldly, as if she could see through every struggle in his heart.

Her fingers were still supporting Luo He's chin, and the soft and cold touch made Luo He feel a chill down his spine.

Luo He tried to break free, but all the strength in his body seemed to be suppressed by spiritual power. His body was completely out of control, his muscles were tense and trembling even more violently.

Luo He's eyes widened in panic. He could feel Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power in his body like countless fine nets, tightly binding him. If he wasn't careful, his spiritual power would completely collapse.

And at this moment, the familiar fluctuation in his heart was growing stronger and stronger. It was Wang Xiaoke's breath.

She was getting closer and closer to him!

Chapter 155: It seems to be Luo He’s breath?

Close, really close!

Luo He's heartbeat was beating against his eardrums like a war drum, and each beat hit his nerves hard, making him feel tense and unable to control himself.

No, no, we're really going to be discovered.

Luo He's eyes became more and more panicked, cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, wetting his temples and making a slight sound of water.

However, Fu Xueqiong still smiled gently and charmingly, hugging Luo He even tighter, and her spiritual power continued to shrink and increase.

It seemed as if everything was under her control.

Fu Xueqiong's eyes were cold and strange, with a chilling sense of aggression, and she locked her eyes with Luo He.

Her fingers gently supported Luo He's chin, and the cold touch was like an invisible chain, nailing him firmly in place. Every time he tried to break free, Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power would increase, like an invisible net, firmly binding him.

"Want to escape?"

Fu Xueqiong's voice was soft and low, but it carried an irresistible pressure. A playful expression played at the corner of her mouth, enjoying Luo He's helplessness and struggle at the moment.

She didn't know why she punished Luo He like this.

Now Fu Xueqiong had only one thought in her mind.

He is mine, he is mine, he is mine, he is mine...

The thought kept repeating itself, filling her mind.

She wants to possess everything of Luo He!

"Master, this is really not possible."

Luo He's heart was in a frenzy. His body had reached its limit. Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power, like a tide, kept impacting his spiritual sea, forcing him to linger on the edge of collapse.

He felt all the muscles in his body tensed up, his hands trembling from the exertion, his nails digging deep into his palms, but this little bit of pain could not prevent the collapse of his spiritual power.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoke's breath was approaching rapidly.

She was like a burning flame, gradually approaching this already extremely dangerous place.

Every time her breath entered Luo He's perception, he felt a great sense of crisis. His heart beat faster, almost jumping out of his throat.

Can't...can't let her find this place!

Luo He let out a silent cry in his heart, however, his body became increasingly uncontrollable, and his spiritual power was almost collapsing under Fu Xueqiong's pressure.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong chuckled and exerted a little force with her fingers, forcing Luo He to raise his head and look at her.

"You're nervous."