Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Holy crap, Jiang Yueming, what kind of woman did you bring along?"

Fu Dongliu, who was in his sea of ​​souls, suddenly sensed a change in the spiritual energy in the outside world. After determining the source, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Jiang Yueming raised an eyebrow and wondered to herself, "What's wrong with her now?"

The woman Fu Dongliu was referring to was undoubtedly Ye Mo, but he didn't understand what had surprised him so much.

When Fu Dongliu discovered that Ye Mo's Ten Directions Fiend Sword was a celestial technique last time, he wasn't too surprised. But now that she's made her move again, it's in this way.

Could it be that her Sacred Flame is another immortal technique?

Hiss... If this woman possessed two magical arts, even he would be extremely shocked, no, he would be utterly stunned.

After all, that was a divine technique. Such a thing should only exist in ancient secret manuals. Now he had seen it twice in one day. Although its power was not even one percent of the original, he could still feel the unpredictable power of this technique.

However, on the other hand, Fu Dongliu didn't react much when he first saw the magic, which shows that he wasn't surprised that Ye Mo had magic.

Or perhaps they don't care much.

Now that she has magical powers at her disposal, why is he so shocked?

Fu Dongliu quickly answered Jiang Yueming's question. He wasn't shocked that Ye Mo possessed magical abilities, but rather by the method she used them.

"Did you see clearly how she used the Holy Source Flame just now?"

Jiang Yueming remained silent for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head.

"You idiot, she's directly mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

Generally speaking, spiritual masters can only unleash their techniques by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies and then refining it.

Simply put, spiritual energy is like medicinal herbs, the body is like a pill furnace, and techniques are like elixirs.

Without the tempering in the alchemy furnace, how can pills be formed? But the formation of the Sacred Source Flame just now was directly on the fingers, or more precisely, the spiritual energy around the fingers.

Turning medicinal herbs directly into pills is no longer something that can be viewed from the perspective of a normal spiritual cultivator. Therefore, there is only one possibility for Ye Mo.

"Jiang Yueming, let me tell you, Ye Mo is very dangerous. She is very likely..."

Before Fu Dongliu could finish speaking, Jiang Yueming suddenly saw a huge black shadow rushing towards Ye Mo's delicate back. She took a step forward, her target being the burly servant of the sable man.

boom!

Two fists collided head-on in the void. The spiritual energy ripples emanating from the center of the fists transformed into concentric rings of energy. In the blink of an eye, both figures were simultaneously forced back dozens of steps.

"Hehe, you're quite strong, kid. You must have trained before," the muscular man said dismissively, looking at Jiang Yueming.

He was a trained fighter himself, so he was naturally familiar with the unique strength of trained fighters. Judging from his punching match with Jiang Yueming just now, he had definitely trained.

However, even if his opponent is also a martial arts expert, he is not afraid. On the contrary, it will arouse his fighting spirit. If he beats Jiang Yueming to death this time, he will achieve the feat of killing a thousand martial arts experts.

Jiang Yueming arrived just in time; he was the 1,000th dead man of Wang Ben's men!

Facing Wang Ben's murderous gaze, Jiang Yueming's expression remained unchanged. She said calmly, "Since it's a trained fighter who launches a sneak attack, isn't that a bit unethical?"

In fact, he had also probed Wang Ben's strength during the clash just now, but it was only at the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm, so there was no major problem.

However, in terms of pure physical contact, Jiang Yueming would definitely choose direct contact.

Because his physical foundation was too weak, and Wang Ben was half a head taller than him.

The latter isn't a problem; the real issue is the former's limitation. No matter how good his fighting skills are, without strong physical fitness to support them, those skills are useless.

"Jiang Yueming, your hand!" Ye Mo, standing behind him, suddenly noticed a drop of blood in her beautiful eyes, and her heart ached.

At this moment, Jiang Yueming looked down slightly. The fingers on her right hand were trembling slightly, and the skin at the knuckles was already stained red. Beads of blood ran down the back of her four fingers and condensed at the fingertips before falling with her weight.

It was clear that Jiang Yueming was at a great disadvantage in the clash just now. If the two hadn't stopped in unison, he might have been sent flying.

It seems he underestimated Wang Ben's killing intent. In the previous clash, he only used a little force casually, but Wang Ben used at least half the force he used to kill Ye Mo.

In this light, it's only reasonable for me to get hurt; I'm just afraid someone is overthinking it.

"Ye Mo, I thought you really wouldn't make a move," Jiang Yueming said with a smile, diverting Ye Mo's attention without bothering to treat the bloodstains on his knuckles.

Ye Mo paused for a moment, then turned around to settle the girl who had almost been assaulted before walking up to Jiang Yueming and gently picking up some powder from his finger. She said, "I'm not as heartless as you, completely devoid of feeling."

Her movements were extremely smooth, without the slightest hint of awkwardness. Even she herself didn't realize that her seemingly teasing tone actually carried a hint of complaint.

Jiang Yueming gazed at the head of smooth black hair in front of him, and couldn't help but smile. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Ye Mo was very familiar with him.

It was a resonance from the bloodline, or like an inexplicable bond.

Of course, given Jiang Yueming's intelligence, he must know why Ye Mo rushed forward.

As women themselves, they naturally couldn't bear to see such humiliation happening right before their eyes, but how should they deal with the consequences?

"Alright, I'm out of medicine powder. If you get hurt again, you're as good as dead," Ye Mo said coquettishly, raising her eyes after treating Jiang Yueming's wounds.

But in that instant, she realized how close she was to Jiang Yueming. Their eyes met, and an indescribable, passionate yet ambiguous atmosphere seemed to rise up. For a moment, their gazes were fixed on each other, and everything else in the world seemed insignificant.

Ye Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly, her beautiful eyes seemed to slowly close, her fragrant red lips quietly parted, and her body seemed to lean forward!

Looking at that beautiful face full of spring passion, Jiang Yueming felt her heart pounding, her head spinning, and her eyes slowly closing as if being pulled by something, her lips puckering forward.

"Ahem, if you two are planning to have sex in the open, could you please be aware of my presence?"

The originally heated and passionate atmosphere was instantly interrupted by Fu Dongliu's forceful cough.

Ye Mo's eyes narrowed suddenly. After hesitating for a moment, she stretched out her two fair and delicate arms and wrapped them around Jiang Yueming's neck. Her red lips attacked his fair neck flesh, and then she bit down hard, leaving two rows of clear teeth marks.

A sharp pain shot through Jiang Yueming's neck, and her expression changed immediately as she cried out, "Ouch! Why did you bite me?!"

"What? Can't I bite you if I want to?"

Ye Moyu pushed Jiang Yueming away, raised her snow-white chin somewhat unreasonably, and pretended to be angry to cover her flushed and hot cheeks.

"You... bite me, fine!"

Jiang Yueming touched the teeth marks on her neck, took a deep breath to calm her anger, and maintained a forced smile.

Clearly, Ye Mo successfully diverted Jiang Yueming's attention; otherwise, the situation would have been far too awkward!

"Hey, hey, I'm telling you, you two are treating us like dogs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large black shadow behind Jiang Yueming suddenly attacked with a giant fist, the force of which almost shattered the void.

At the same time, several sharp wind blades, brimming with killing intent, were hurtling towards Ye Mo from behind. The wind blades flashed with afterimages of poisonous snakes, as if they wanted to kill her with a single blow!

"Be careful!"

"Be careful!"