I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

Judging by Daodao's appearance, it is obvious that he has once again entered the mode of forgetting love.

This atmosphere must not continue the topic just now, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

In the end, he could only swallow many lines, shook his head and replied: "It's really not my preparation, it should be the magic technique that was set in the marriage contract a long time ago... I don't have a clue about the means at that level."

"That's it—" Miss Yanyao prolonged the ending, and suddenly chuckled: "Then don't worry about it, after resting for so long, go to the street again? Ah, or you can go to Dengxian Lake to have a look, It just so happens that there has been no city ban recently."

Just don't mention the ownership of the marriage contract and other issues.

Luo Wusheng, who took a wrong step, felt helpless, but he was not too entangled.

"Go to the Fairy Lake."

To avoid being pierced by my own stupid fans... And there should be fewer people over there, and there is a large forest?

The grove is a great place.

Just as he was thinking, the girl beside him was already walking ahead.

Luo Wusheng looked at Miss Yanyao who was holding his hand and leading him towards the city gate like an ordinary girl, and was in a daze for a moment.

Feeling the temperature of the girl's catkin in his hand, he suddenly felt that this was not bad?

Well, just keep dating.

But what he didn't know was that there was still a clear blush on Miss Daodao's face under the mask.

(It's so dangerous... I almost couldn't hold it anymore.)

(If it really fell like this, let Didi and Fanfan synchronize their memories, I... Huh? It seems to be okay? They two shameless guys have cheated me so much, it's not so serious when it's my turn, right?)

No, no, I can't think that way, I am aloof and arrogant, different from the coquettish bitch like Di Fanfan.

only……

Holding someone's big hand, some inexplicable emotions flashed in Miss Yanyao's eyes.

If time goes back to the day of Demon Chaos, facing him who appeared continuously at the time when he was most powerless and solved all the problems, would he still be able to hold back his emotions like just now?

It should not be possible.

Even now... well, fortunately, he was the one who came out tonight, so he didn't give Didi and Fanfan the chance to make mistakes.

If you really want to make a mistake, let her take it upon herself!

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!

Miss Yanyao once again gave up the idea of ​​synchronizing the memory in advance, and decided that before going back tonight, no matter how urged by the emperor body and the mortal body, she would pretend that she hadn't seen it.

Unknowingly, he held the hand of a certain devil's son with a little more force.

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Dengxian Lake.

There are actually quite a few people gathered here, whether they are people from Wangcheng or people from other places in the past few days, there are quite a few gathered by the lake.

The difference is that some people in Wangcheng may simply come to worship the sycamore tree that represents the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, but people from the outside world are purely eager to understand the powerful secret of the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

After the demon chaos, the achievements of the monks in Wangcheng are obvious to all. I don't know how many people are jealous of the opportunity that is like a godsend.

Even not only low-level monks, but also many Nascent Souls who came from all over the world... They may look down on some opportunities, but as long as they think of the rumors, they can make the devil's son who only has the golden core perfect cultivation level break out and transcend. The secret of the power of transforming gods really can't tolerate their lack of enthusiasm.

To tell the truth, even the cultivator of Huashen would be interested in this secret.

However, different from this group of Nascent Souls, a large part of the Huashen who had not retreated witnessed the battle with the demons with their spiritual thoughts.

So this group of Huashen found out in astonishment that none of them was as reckless as the Holy Son of the Demon Sect at that time.

In addition, Luo Wusheng's last demonstration of Taoism also gave them something to gain, and they owed karma... In this way, even Huashen, who was secretly standing on the opposite side of the fairy kingdom, was unwilling to take this muddy water.

But after all, there are little brothers who have no idea about these.

At this moment, on Dengxian Lake, there are dozens of people stepping in the air, confronting the people surrounding Dengxian Lake.

"Hehe, it's just a tree. Could it be that if you cut it down, the Son of the Demon Sect can't be resurrected? I've been sitting here for a long time without making any progress. Doesn't it prove that if there is a secret, The possibility of being in it is the highest?"

"Since that's the case, how can we be reconciled if we don't give it a try?"

A brocade-clothed man who was the leader among the dozens of people smiled lightly, and at the same time let go of his aura.

Nascent Soul Consummation, Grand Master!

The first section#第二半#Chapter 503 Holding the lamp, palming the soul (3k)

Xuan Ming feels that his recent luck is really a bit bad.

Ever since he was abused by someone in Jianzhou, not only did he become a miner all the way, but when he came back to Wangcheng, he had to work as a coolie to find the demon formation. In the past few days, because of the awesomeness of "one trick to defeat the devil's son", Being ridiculed by colleagues until now.

That's fine, but what do you think about the current situation?

A few days ago, when Qilin was in charge of security at Dengxian Lake at night, there was no problem, but today, for some reason, Qilin was assigned a new task by His Majesty, and when it was his turn to deal with it, someone caused trouble?

And the one who takes the lead is the Nascent Soul Consummation.

Xuan Ming pressed his chest, his gaze under the mask sank slightly.

He already had certain injuries.

The group of guys on the opposite side obviously planned it long ago, and they had already made a violent attack before showing their cultivation.

If it weren't for the large number of people on my side, a group of Nascent Souls who had not left after being recruited by the Immortal Kingdom during the demon chaos, and the formation resistance that the Immortal Kingdom had arranged in the area of ​​Dengxian Lake a few days ago, I am afraid that the other party would have taken their side. All seriously injured, and achieved their goals.

But in front of a Nascent Soul consummation, how long can this be sustained?

Not to mention that there are five Nascent Souls and a group of Jindan on the opposite side.

(The idea is tricky... Where did this leader come from? I have never seen such a consummation of the Nascent Soul in the secret spy information. Is it Yi Rong? Or is it an old guy who practiced in seclusion?)

Mastering the core of the defensive formation on Dengxian Lake, Xuan Ming didn't know what to do for a while.

The request for help was sent out tentatively, but he also knew the current situation in Wangcheng in his heart, and it was really difficult to allocate a combat force that could deal with Yuanying's consummation in time.

And it obviously won't last that long.

"What? Why don't you get out of the way? Could it be that you are really willing to be seriously injured or even lose your life for a tree?"

The leading man in brocade clothes squinted his eyes in mid-air, and took a step forward: "Or are you waiting for the Immortal Kingdom to send in manpower? Can the Immortal Kingdom send out enough help to deal with us in the first place?"

Xuan Ming saw that the opponent had already prepared a spell and was about to cast it.

The brocade-clothed man seemed to be rambling, but in fact he didn't intend to use dialogue to solve the problem at all. He just wanted to shake the mind of the cultivator in charge of the formation and break through the weak point of the formation.

If he really made a concession on his side, he would directly send his life into the opponent's hands.

The air began to tremble, and the dense forest branches and leaves shook and rustled.

(Tsk, why don't you come here... Even if you can't find someone who can achieve Nascent Soul Consummation, call the girl Tianzhu first. She can hold on longer than me if she controls the formation with her natural formation heart point……)

Xuan Ming was anxious, but calmly poured his spiritual power into the core of the formation, and reached for his storage bag.

He had to take out his epee and use all his strength.

"It's a pity that we are still a little short of breaking through the middle stage of Nascent Soul... huh?"

The eyes under the tortoise mask suddenly flickered, and the hand that had been pressed on the storage bag was slowly released.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in brocade clothes that day.

"Forget it, let's do it."

As soon as the words fell, a mutilated wooden sculpture with almost only the abutment appeared in the hand of the man in brocade clothes. His spiritual power hovered on the wooden sculpture, and began to emit terrifying fluctuations.

The group of people behind him also launched their own attacks, with full special effects.

This wave of offensive, I am afraid that even if Dengxianhu's formation can resist, all the monks in charge of the formation will be seriously injured.

The group of monks who came for the sycamore tree raised their hands together.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded out of thin air, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Don't move."

The spells that should have fallen all stopped at this moment, and the hands that should have been swung by the dozens of monks led by the man in brocade clothes were all stuck in the air, and the gathered spiritual power was dissipated in disorder due to the sudden freeze.

Even so, they still maintained the posture of casting the spell, unable to move.

Say don't move, don't move.

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"Aren't we going out? If we don't show up, you won't be able to keep the Nascent Soul from consummation for long, right?"

In the small woods around Dengxian Lake, Miss Yanyao, who was squatting in the grass, looked at Luo Wusheng beside her.

They had actually been here for a while, and they had listened to everything that the man in brocade clothes said.

Originally, Daodao wanted to make a move... Although her current cultivation base is still only in the early stage of Yuanying, she has gained a lot after the battle of Yaoluan. It is second to almost break through. The most important thing is that she has made great progress in the law of Dao , with various Taoist magic tools, in fact, it can barely beat the Nascent Soul Consummation.

If you really can't beat it, you can borrow Didi's Renwang Sword, or even fuse with the incarnation remotely.

But Luo Wusheng stopped her, and asked her to pretend to be the emperor to transmit the sound to Xuanming, so that Daoist Daoist can stabilize his mind.

(However, his means are too extraordinary... Every word is the way, which affects the power of heaven and earth, and can even affect the monk who is consummated by Nascent Soul... Where is this guy's current strength? ?)

Ms. Yanyao's eyes under the white tiger mask shone with splendor.

And Luo Wusheng, who was beside her, glanced at the group of monks who had been fixed by the Dao Rule he used to speak out, his eyes stayed on the leader of the man in brocade, and then touched his chin.

"Don't worry, I found something interesting."

"Ok?"

Hearing Luo Wusheng's words, Miss Yanyao showed some doubts.

Luo Wusheng didn't explain, his eyes fell on the incomplete wood carving in the hand of the brocade-clothed man.

(That thing can attract the pile of phoenix incense in my body that I don't know how to use... It's a bit interesting, other people may really want to cut down the tree to find my so-called powerful secret, but the leader seems to have other purposes , his own realm also has a little problem...)

However, this group of people probably thought about it.

That sycamore tree is actually the embodiment of the fire of Nirvana, with at most a little bit of Luo Wusheng's consciousness mixed in. It is not a tree at all in essence, but an inextinguishable fire of Nirvana. No matter how you chop it down, it will quickly return to its original state. It doesn't make any sense to use any special skills to complete the destruction.

Otherwise, the bald donkey from the Buddhist sect would probably have already started. When will they get these little brothers?

Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng looked to the other side.

Among the people around Dengxian Lake, there are quite a few of his acquaintances. In addition to the Daoist Daoist, ten of the nineteen Nascent Souls who came from Jianzhou were also present, and the rest were some unknown guys and immortals. Officials.

In terms of numbers, they are dominant, but it is a pity that it doesn't make much sense when there are dozens of people.

Luo Wusheng's eyes did not stay in the crowd for too long, and his eyes fell on the lake, looking at the huge sycamore tree.

The tree itself was meaningless, but Luo Wusheng fixed his eyes on a branch of the tree in a strange way.

There were three red strings tied to that branch, which were the manifestation of Luo Wusheng's consciousness once mixed in it.

But next to the three red ropes, there was an extra black and white rope at some point, which was also tied to the branch and fluttered in the wind...

At this time, the brocade-clothed man in mid-air had escaped from the state of "not moving", but looked around with a vigilant expression on his face.

"Who! What kind of guy is pretending to be a ghost? Do you dare to show up for a fight?"

Hearing these words, Luo Wusheng's expression under the black tiger mask moved slightly, but he looked opposite the man.

Ms. Yanyao seemed to have sensed something, and she also looked in that direction.

But two voices suddenly sounded from there.

"Where is the little bastard who dares to bark and bark in front of the grave of our holy son?"

"...Hold the lamp, pay attention to your words, the Holy Son is not dead yet."

Wrapped in black robes, two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out of the void.

The tall one was holding a green lamp, the flames flickered on the lamp, as arrogant as his appearance.

The short one was holding a gloomy silver-black chain in his hand, and there seemed to be endless ghosts entangled in it, and ghosts were floating around.

…………

The man in brocade frowned tightly.

He couldn't understand what was going on in front of him at all.