Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Chapter 89: Heavenly heart and full moon

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Da Jiao: "Er Jiao, this time it's your turn to present the demon pill!" San Jiao laughed.

The second Jiao is not as easy to cheat as the third Jiao, it focused on the sky for a moment, and said confidently: "I can't offer it! His whole body is violently moving, this is a sign of overflowing, he has absorbed too much power and has not yet refined it. , Xian Dan is not to save him, but to harm him! Anyway, he has a Taoist companion, wait for his Taoist companion to sort out the meridians for him, soothe the true essence in the body, and then cultivate for a while, and naturally the cultivation will make great progress!"

Da Jiao: "Hmm... It seems to be true. Forget it, let's send the two of them out first, no, two and one beast." Meng Xueli still had a mirage hidden in his arms.

The chorus of Jiaojiao echoed on the bottom of the sea, and the big Jiaojiao leaned over, held up Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao, and floated to the surface.

The other two flood dragons surrounded it, and the three flood dragon scales flickered with golden light, illuminating the dark sea water.

Meng Xueli thought, their demon bodies are really beautiful, thick and powerful, and majestic, not like me with thin arms and thin legs now. When Ji Xiao was Xiao Tingyun, he even praised me for being good-looking. Is it true

He looked down at the Taoist companion who was in a coma in his arms and his front was soaked with blood.

Yu Qishu was chatting with the three Jiaojiao by the pool, but the Jiaojiao disappeared for no apparent reason. He took a closer look and saw that the water surface was undulating and the whirlpool was beginning to appear, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong:

"Brother Chu... Won't you take me to fly again?"

With a "click", a slender, white and wet hand stuck out of the whirlpool and clawed at the edge of the pond.

Yu Qishu jumped away in fright: "Ah ah—"

Meng Xueli hugged Ji Xiao and jumped out of the pond: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Yu."

Yu Qishu saw the person coming, and the horror turned into a surprise: "Brother Meng, you are back!"

"It's a long story, I'll talk about it later." Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Xueli was already dozens of meters away.

Yu Qishu chased after two steps, and was stopped by the big scorpion in the pond: "What are you going to mix with the Taoist couple?"

"However, Jianzun seems to be injured..." Yu Qishu was worried. He had a lot of questions to ask, but Meng Xueli came and left in a hurry, only saying twelve words to him.

Er Jiao: "That's not called injury, silly boy!"

San Jiao wiped away his tears in grievance: "Ji Xiao still hasn't seen my contribution with his own eyes..."

Yu Qishu: "I'd better go take a look!"

Meng Xueli carried Ji Xiao into "Xiao Tingyun"'s room, and before closing the door, took out the mirage in his arms and threw it, a parabola across the courtyard wall.

"Xiao Yu takes care of it for me—"

Seeing this, Yu Qishu, who just arrived, hurriedly lifted her breath and stretched out her hands. The mirage smashed into Yu Qishu's arms steadily, and stared at the latter.

Yu Qi was about to cry without tears: "What are you!"

The mirage still doesn't quite understand what happened, and tilted his head, his expression more innocent than his: "Ow?"

Before Ji Xiao "immortal passed away", he lived alone in a quiet room, and he and his Taoist companion rarely saw each other for a year; Xiao Tingyun lived next door to Meng Xueli, and the two were only separated by a courtyard wall. Under the shadow, can have a sentence without a sentence, talk about the Tao.

Meng Xueli also wanted to carry someone back to his bed, but that seemed to be taking advantage of someone's danger.

He lay beside Ji Xiao, restrained his thoughts, concentrated his breath, pressed his forehead, carefully separated a ray of spiritual consciousness, tried to enter the other party's sea of consciousness, and combed the violent real energy in his body.

This kind of approach is dangerous. If you change someone else, you will be attacked by Ji Xiao's powerful soul, which will cause the sea of knowledge to shake at light, and lose consciousness at worst. Fortunately, before the collapse of the secret realm, the two had the experience of soul-soul exchange, and Ji Xiao did not reject him.

Meng Xueli was very careful. His sense of consciousness was like spider silk in the wind, trembling and probing. Just before knocking on the border of the other party's sea of consciousness, he was instantly engulfed by a raging and majestic force, as if the storm was about to smash the wooden boat.

He "snorted" and prepared for the pain, but the terrifying power suddenly relaxed and wrapped him gently.

Even if Ji Xiao was in a coma, he subconsciously restrained his pressure, afraid of hurting himself. Meng Xueli realized this, his mind was calm, and he slowly penetrated into more spiritual consciousness.

If the meridians are compared to rivers, and the true essence is compared to water currents, several forces in Ji Xiao's body are hedging, as if the rivers are turbulent and turbulent.

Meng Xueli's consciousness was like a gentle spring breeze. He first probed into the narrow river, stroked the upstream river into a downstream flow, and then pulled away and submerged into the next one. In this way, he combed one by one, pulling thousands of rivers into the sea.

Ji Xiao's breath gradually became calmer.

I don't know how long ago, Meng Xueli was highly concentrated, and when he reached the depths of Ji Xiao's sea of consciousness, he felt a little weak. Human race cultivation, tempering the strength of spiritual consciousness is a must, but he has only been a human for three years. He used to be a demon, and he relied on his bloodline talent and strong physique.

Ji Xiao's sea of consciousness is a sea of falling snow. The blue waves are rippling, and the thin snow melts when it falls into the sea.

Meng Xueli felt that she had entered a certain dream, and looked around curiously.

A gust of wind blew up, and the fluttering snow flakes were rolled up, turning into a silhouette and appearing on the beach. He saw or felt Ji Xiao's spirit

- Not the appearance of his apprentice "Xiao Tingyun", but the Sword Master who was unforgettable at first sight in Hanmen City and saved his life from outside the world.

"The soul can be manifested in the sea of consciousness, it seems that it is really okay."

Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, trying to retreat, the other party's consciousness entered his sea of consciousness like a trickle.

Ji Xiao was much more skilled than him, and the two souls blended together, Meng Xueli's consciousness was completely drawn, and the spirit also showed its original shape.

It was a small sable, jumping in the sea of knowledge, and leaping lightly on the shoulders of Jianzun, rubbing his neck vigorously.

Ji Xiao hugged Ling Miner in his arms, and in his hand brought a wooden comb called "Anti-Rain". The comb teeth are fine, from the neck all the way to the back, the strength is just right.

Xiaoling Mink sighed comfortably, turning over to reveal her soft belly.

He didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted time to stop at this moment.

At the same time, Meng Xueli couldn't help groaning. The depths of the sea of consciousness were explored and invaded by the other party. This subtle feeling directly impacted the soul, gentle and turbulent, wave after wave, making his muscles and bones soft and unable to resist.

I don't know how long ago, he seemed to return to the cave in the secret realm, beside the water pool, and he seemed to be back when he was a demon, snuggling intimately in Ji Xiao's arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Meng Xueli woke up leisurely. Seeing the silver moonlight shining into the stained window, the swaying tree shadows reflected on the white wall, and seeing Ji Xiao's quiet brows close at hand, I couldn't help but feel excited.

He raised his neck and blew lightly at Ji Xiao's closed eyes.

In Changchun Peak, the sky is full of moon, the silver radiance shines on the vegetation, and the spring breeze blows peach blossoms.

Outside the Changchun Peak, the wind is surging, and the summer night torrential rain is coming.