In the dim cave, night pearls shed soft light.

An Ye'er is beautiful and colorful, with black hair like a waterfall, smooth jade back, pink breasts, and the slightest fragrance entering her nose, making people intoxicated.

The plain white dress has not been completely taken off, but the sides have been pulled apart, but it cannot hide the curvaceous sexy body. It really exudes infinite temptation and arouses endless reverie.

Unfortunately, on the shiny jade back, a ferocious centipede-like wound extends from the left shoulder and armpit to the waist, destroying this beauty. The skin and flesh of the wound are rolled up, and the bones are deeply visible, and there is blood oozing out, which is healing.

The place actually started to fester,

"Wow, you should not be judged by appearance. This little girl has a good figure. Little Quezi will be blessed in the future!" The little guy's eyes widened and he made a swallowing motion.

Ning Wuque glanced at the little guy, he didn't say anything about his lust, but he still despised me?

Concentrating his mind, Ning Wuque put his hand on An Ye'er's back, and wisps of demon power filled the wound, and the silver glow condensed.

Clang…

Ning Wuque's ears seemed to hear the sound of a long sword being unsheathed. A sword, without any momentum, just stabbed towards him. He was unable to stop it. He could only watch the sword pierce his body.

"Humph, it's just the remaining sword intent, and it wants to cause trouble!"

Ning Wuque snorted coldly, and the bright silver light burst out, turning into a divine wolf, roaring into the sky, facing the long sword that was stabbing him, and with a wolf roar, the sword shattered inch by inch and exploded.

"Having already possessed her own sword intention, it's no wonder that the sword energy can stay in her body, just like the maggots in her tarsal bones, making it difficult for her injuries to heal."

Opening his eyes, a drop of sweat fell from Ning Wuque's forehead. The sword strike just now was the backlash of the sword intention remaining in An Ye'er's body. It was a kind of will. If Ning Wuque's will was weak, maybe the sword strike just now would have suffered heavy damage!

The road to cultivating immortality requires great wisdom and great perseverance... The so-called great perseverance is a kind of will, an indomitable and immovable will. The will of a monk can be manifested in different ways and become a terrifying thing.

The killing move.

Sword intention is also a kind of will, which is divided into killing intention, breaking intention, killing intention, guarding intention, etc. Being able to understand one's own will and include it in the moves has obviously taken a step forward on the road of Tao.

One small step.

Ning Wuque has a strong will, but he has never understood the will. If the sword intention was not incomplete, Ning Wuque would probably be traumatized. This shows how terrifying the person who slashed the sword was, and An Ye'er could get away from that person.

The price to save a life must be high.

The sword intention was shattered. Under Ning Wuque's surging demon power, the sword energy contained in the wound was gradually dissolved and disintegrated. This was a very painful process. Ning Wuque's demon power was extremely violent, and only his body had been tempered.

, to be able to bear it, the sword energy and the demon power used An Yeer's body as the battlefield to fight each other.

Streams of blood seeped out from the wound. An Yeer's delicate body was trembling slightly. Big drops of sweat came out and soaked her clothes. The plain white gauze skirt almost stuck to her body. Under the erosion of sweat, the white

It becomes almost transparent, and you can clearly see An Yeer's attractive body.

"call……"

Ning Wuque is not a saint, and he can't sit still in his arms, especially when there are waves of heat in his blood, stimulating his nerves. When the demon power invades An Ye'er's armpit, Ning Wuque can even see

The tender white flesh on An Ye'er's chest almost didn't go off.

After the sword energy was dispelled, he also let out a sigh of relief.

The dagger gouged out the inflamed dead flesh, and a ball of water condensed on the fingertips to clean the wound. An Ye'er also had some healing elixirs. Ning Wuque took a look and saw that they were all external medicines. Apparently An Ye'er also wanted to clean her back.

The wound was beyond reach and could not be treated with medicine.

In fact, An Ye'er had more than one wound on her body. There were also scars in other places. There were wounds on her thighs and chest, which had been cleaned. However, only the sword wound on her back was the most serious, and there was nothing she could do to heal it.

Grind the elixir into powder and sprinkle it on An Ye'er's wound. The oozing blood gradually condenses. It is indeed the introduction of Fang Xiandao. The healing medicine is different from ordinary.

"It should be almost done now, right? You don't need me to bleed, right?"

Ning Wuque looked at the little guy. He doubted whether the little guy was playing a trick on him. If he didn't ask clearly, after the blood was drained, the little guy would say something like "actually there are other ways". Wouldn't he be taken advantage of?

"Who do you think I am? I am the descendant of the most handsome and graceful Yushu Linfeng in ancient times. How could I be so despicable and shameless? I am very honest, I am an honest child!"

The little guy looked at Ning Wuque shyly and rubbed his little paws in embarrassment.

Ning Wuque looked at the little guy suspiciously and wanted to say loudly, "Yes, you obviously are."

"There is no other way? You have to let me bleed. By the way, can Li Gongtai's blood be used?" The shyer the little guy became, the more suspicious Ning Wuque became. There was no way, this guy was suffocated by being held in the egg. What a crazy idea.

There are so many bad thoughts that it is really hard for people to believe what they say.

Underneath the cute appearance, there is definitely a dull and broken heart!

"Yawn..." Li Gongtai stayed outside bored and sneezed, "Who is trying to trick me?"

"Your blood is much more precious than that guy's blood. Her body has lost its vitality. Only your blood is the most active and can awaken her vitality. In fact, my blood is more powerful than yours, but there is nothing I can do to help!"

"That's all, I'm just bleeding heavily today."

Ning Wuque looked at the pale-faced An Ye'er, saving one life was better than building a seven-level pagoda. The Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagles and bled himself to save others. After a few words of slander, Ning Wuque cut the artery on his wrist and put it in An Ye'er's mouth.

side.

The bright red and slightly silver demon blood gurgled into An Ye'er's mouth, and the pale lips had a demonic blood color. The flesh and blood of the demon clan contains the essence of heaven and earth. The immortal cultivators hunt the demon clan, on the one hand, for the sake of the demon clan.

The demon pill is also used to plunder the flesh and blood of the demon clan, which can strengthen the body and enhance cultivation.

Ning Wuque's bloodline is extremely strong. In just a moment, An Ye'er's pale face turned rosy, and even her breathing became even. Ning Wuque was very depressed. His blood was actually more powerful than the elixir?

"It is said in "Journey to the West" that eating Tang Monk can lead to immortality. Is it true? Tang Monk is also the reincarnation of the ancient golden cicada, and the golden cicada is a precious medicine. He has almost the same bloodline as me. My blood is like this

The magical effect of Tang Monk meat must not be much worse, right?"

Ning Wuque glanced at the little guy who was gloating about his misfortune, wondering if he would be injured when this guy was born, and a sip of its blood would be more effective than any treasure from heaven or earth.

Feeling Ning Wuque's gaze, the little guy shivered, and an unpleasant feeling floated in his heart.
Chapter completed!