Chapter 189 Planting Heart Demons
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 189 Planting Heart Demons
Du Yanran resisted the stabbing pain in her soul, and stretched out her hand to grab the Magnolia pendant floating in the air, but it was still a step too late.
Stretched out a white jade hand from the black hole, held the white magnolia pendant, and then slowly retreated into the black hole, after which the black hole disappeared
"No!"
Following Du Yanran's exclamation, she also opened her eyes, her eyes were full of panic, she gasped for breath, and unconsciously touched her chest with a familiar feeling, the Magnolia pendant hung on the own neck.
'what happened? 'Du Yanran immediately glanced at the Magnolia pendant with consciousness, and found that everything inside was normal without any change.
'Is it my own illusion just now?Or some sort of hint? 'Du Yanran unconsciously increased the strength in her hand, holding the Magnolia Pendant even tighter.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the outstretched hand was simple.
If the other party is also reborn, then she must know the secret of this pendant!
'Since the things are mine now, no one can take them away! '
Thinking in her heart, Du Yanran's eyes flickered fiercely. The most important thing for him now is to improve his cultivation. He must have enough strength to keep his chances. In his previous life, he could make simplicity a stepping stone for him, so he can definitely do it in this life.
After Du Yanran prepared herself mentally, she entered the state of cultivation with a medium-grade spirit stone in her hand.
Simply sitting on the flying boat, drinking tea and chatting with Mosu, it was rare to relax.
Before leaving Huanle City, Jian Jian accurately found Du Yanran among the spectators, and then used the dream eye to weave her a nightmare that only she could understand. He planted a demon for her.
If you want to destroy it, let it go mad first.
"Fellow Daoist, help!"
Miao Yunrong poked her head out of the cabin and said to the two monarchs:
"Your Majesty, there is a group of monks chasing and attacking a male cultivator ahead, and they are now heading in our direction."
"Well, what are you going to see?"
The spiritual sense of the two had already been detected, but they just didn't bother to pay attention to it. Miao Yunrong liked to join in the fun, so she asked her to take a look.
Seeing the unchanged expressions of the two gentlemen, Miao Yunrong knew that there was no danger, so she took Uncle Miao to the front to watch.
"Fellow Daoist Jian, if you are going to the Heavenly Demon Palace, do you consider joining our sect?"
"Fellow Daoist Mosu, I am here to fulfill my late teacher's last wish. As for whether to join the Heavenly Demon Palace, please allow me to think about it."
"Hehe! I'm impatient. The main reason is that you are a disciple of Lord Mo Mei, who is also the apprentice of Master Mo Yan. I believe that the master and the old man don't want their disciples to be left outside."
"I know your kindness, but I have always been a casual cultivator, and I am used to being free and undisciplined"
"Haha! I thought what was going on, you are overthinking this. With your current cultivation, you are ranked high in this cultivation world, not to mention that you are Mo Mei's apprentice, and you are also a core disciple when you enter the sect , resources and starting points are different, so what do those rules matter?"
"So, I'm relieved." Jian Jian said with a bright smile.
"My lord, look who is this?"
Following Miao Yunrong's words, she had entered the flying boat, followed by Uncle Miao, who was supporting another person.
This person's breathing was a little unstable, obviously his spiritual power was exhausted, and the robe on his body was also a little damaged. The moment he raised his head, there was a little smile on Jian Jian's face, while Mo Su frowned slightly. Miao Yunrong, who got off the flying boat, stood aside and prepared to watch the show.
Uncle Miao at the side let go of the other party before he could struggle. The other party stiffened obviously, then straightened his robes, stood stubbornly in front of the two lords, and performed a standard salute.
"Thank you for the help of the seniors. I am going down to the sea to pay my respects to the two lords."
As he spoke, he raised his head pretentiously, leaving what he thought was the most beautiful side to Jian Jian.
It turned out that this male cultivator was [-]% similar to Cao Chenfeng of the Heavenly Sword Sect in terms of cultivation base, clothing, and appearance. The people on the flying boat didn't understand what the other person was doing. This is a self-recommended pillow mat. You have to play a game of beauty saving the hero.
Simply and calmly took a sip of spiritual tea, smiled and said to Miao Yunrong:
"How did you pick up such a thing?"
The simple words immediately made Xiu Canghai, a man who thought he was infinitely charming, change his expression several times, and finally returned to his indifferent face.
"I just watched it for fun. There was no one around Junshang to serve me. I saw that he looked a bit like Fellow Daoist Cao, so I brought him here."
"Dong Shi imitates!"
"I'm sorry to bother you all, I just came to thank you, don't bother this fellow Taoist to send you off."
Cang Hai was still neither humble nor overbearing, he was not annoyed by the simple sarcasm, he still saluted in a proper manner, and was about to leave the flying boat, but only he knew that he was deeply unwilling and resentful.
"I'm afraid it's too late to go now."
Before the words fell, when the other party sensed something was wrong, a willow branch wrapped around the other party and shrank a little bit, as if to embed the willow branch into the flesh.
The other party's eyes were wide open, his face was full of surprise, as if he didn't expect to be controlled by someone.
The simple thing is to pop out a flame flower casually, penetrate the opponent's dantian, and at the same time reach out and pull out a black beetle from the opponent's eyebrow.
Mosu took out a black box with a tacit understanding, and put the black beetle that was simply drawn out into it.
Cang Hai also died of old age in an instant. Before the body landed, Miao Yunrong quickly cleaned it out, so he couldn't dirty his flying boat.
The monks who were hiding in the distance and watching, found that the situation was wrong, and used their housekeeping skills to escape one after another, while Uncle Miao who was standing beside him had long since disappeared.
Mo Su waved his hand at Miao Yunrong, and said lazily:
"Keep going."
This time Miao Yunrong obediently went to pilot the flying boat.
"It made fellow Daoist Mosu laugh. I didn't expect these things to come in handy. The news is quite well-informed."
"It's okay, it's just a joke."
The flying boat was advancing at a constant speed in the air. After half an hour, Uncle Miao returned to the flying boat and reported the situation to Lord Mosu:
"Your Majesty, only one of the group of people escaped by activating the Ten Thousand Miles Teleportation Talisman just now, and the rest of the monks were caught. How should we deal with it?"
"Kill those who should be killed, let go of those who should be released, and don't be soft on those who should be charged interest."
"Yes."
Miao Yunrong, who couldn't hold back for a long time, showed her head again, and smiled flatteringly at him:
"Your Majesty, I brought him onto the flying boat just because I thought he looked like fellow Daoist Cao. I didn't expect him to be controlled by the black beetle. I was careless."
"Hmph! If the opponent's target is not Fellow Daoist Jian, can you tolerate your jumping?"
"Isn't there still Uncle Miao!"
"Yun Rong, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself, what will you do if one day you don't have any attendants by your side?"
Jian Jian raised his eyes, and Miao Yunrong happened to look over. The moment the blue light flashed in Jian Jian's eyes, Miao Yunrong's gaze became dull, and then he stood aside and began to be dazed.
Mo Su paused while holding the teacup, then continued to chat with Jian Jian about the previously interrupted topic.
At this time, a feast of hunting and killing was being staged in Huanle City.
(End of this chapter)
Du Yanran resisted the stabbing pain in her soul, and stretched out her hand to grab the Magnolia pendant floating in the air, but it was still a step too late.
Stretched out a white jade hand from the black hole, held the white magnolia pendant, and then slowly retreated into the black hole, after which the black hole disappeared
"No!"
Following Du Yanran's exclamation, she also opened her eyes, her eyes were full of panic, she gasped for breath, and unconsciously touched her chest with a familiar feeling, the Magnolia pendant hung on the own neck.
'what happened? 'Du Yanran immediately glanced at the Magnolia pendant with consciousness, and found that everything inside was normal without any change.
'Is it my own illusion just now?Or some sort of hint? 'Du Yanran unconsciously increased the strength in her hand, holding the Magnolia Pendant even tighter.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the outstretched hand was simple.
If the other party is also reborn, then she must know the secret of this pendant!
'Since the things are mine now, no one can take them away! '
Thinking in her heart, Du Yanran's eyes flickered fiercely. The most important thing for him now is to improve his cultivation. He must have enough strength to keep his chances. In his previous life, he could make simplicity a stepping stone for him, so he can definitely do it in this life.
After Du Yanran prepared herself mentally, she entered the state of cultivation with a medium-grade spirit stone in her hand.
Simply sitting on the flying boat, drinking tea and chatting with Mosu, it was rare to relax.
Before leaving Huanle City, Jian Jian accurately found Du Yanran among the spectators, and then used the dream eye to weave her a nightmare that only she could understand. He planted a demon for her.
If you want to destroy it, let it go mad first.
"Fellow Daoist, help!"
Miao Yunrong poked her head out of the cabin and said to the two monarchs:
"Your Majesty, there is a group of monks chasing and attacking a male cultivator ahead, and they are now heading in our direction."
"Well, what are you going to see?"
The spiritual sense of the two had already been detected, but they just didn't bother to pay attention to it. Miao Yunrong liked to join in the fun, so she asked her to take a look.
Seeing the unchanged expressions of the two gentlemen, Miao Yunrong knew that there was no danger, so she took Uncle Miao to the front to watch.
"Fellow Daoist Jian, if you are going to the Heavenly Demon Palace, do you consider joining our sect?"
"Fellow Daoist Mosu, I am here to fulfill my late teacher's last wish. As for whether to join the Heavenly Demon Palace, please allow me to think about it."
"Hehe! I'm impatient. The main reason is that you are a disciple of Lord Mo Mei, who is also the apprentice of Master Mo Yan. I believe that the master and the old man don't want their disciples to be left outside."
"I know your kindness, but I have always been a casual cultivator, and I am used to being free and undisciplined"
"Haha! I thought what was going on, you are overthinking this. With your current cultivation, you are ranked high in this cultivation world, not to mention that you are Mo Mei's apprentice, and you are also a core disciple when you enter the sect , resources and starting points are different, so what do those rules matter?"
"So, I'm relieved." Jian Jian said with a bright smile.
"My lord, look who is this?"
Following Miao Yunrong's words, she had entered the flying boat, followed by Uncle Miao, who was supporting another person.
This person's breathing was a little unstable, obviously his spiritual power was exhausted, and the robe on his body was also a little damaged. The moment he raised his head, there was a little smile on Jian Jian's face, while Mo Su frowned slightly. Miao Yunrong, who got off the flying boat, stood aside and prepared to watch the show.
Uncle Miao at the side let go of the other party before he could struggle. The other party stiffened obviously, then straightened his robes, stood stubbornly in front of the two lords, and performed a standard salute.
"Thank you for the help of the seniors. I am going down to the sea to pay my respects to the two lords."
As he spoke, he raised his head pretentiously, leaving what he thought was the most beautiful side to Jian Jian.
It turned out that this male cultivator was [-]% similar to Cao Chenfeng of the Heavenly Sword Sect in terms of cultivation base, clothing, and appearance. The people on the flying boat didn't understand what the other person was doing. This is a self-recommended pillow mat. You have to play a game of beauty saving the hero.
Simply and calmly took a sip of spiritual tea, smiled and said to Miao Yunrong:
"How did you pick up such a thing?"
The simple words immediately made Xiu Canghai, a man who thought he was infinitely charming, change his expression several times, and finally returned to his indifferent face.
"I just watched it for fun. There was no one around Junshang to serve me. I saw that he looked a bit like Fellow Daoist Cao, so I brought him here."
"Dong Shi imitates!"
"I'm sorry to bother you all, I just came to thank you, don't bother this fellow Taoist to send you off."
Cang Hai was still neither humble nor overbearing, he was not annoyed by the simple sarcasm, he still saluted in a proper manner, and was about to leave the flying boat, but only he knew that he was deeply unwilling and resentful.
"I'm afraid it's too late to go now."
Before the words fell, when the other party sensed something was wrong, a willow branch wrapped around the other party and shrank a little bit, as if to embed the willow branch into the flesh.
The other party's eyes were wide open, his face was full of surprise, as if he didn't expect to be controlled by someone.
The simple thing is to pop out a flame flower casually, penetrate the opponent's dantian, and at the same time reach out and pull out a black beetle from the opponent's eyebrow.
Mosu took out a black box with a tacit understanding, and put the black beetle that was simply drawn out into it.
Cang Hai also died of old age in an instant. Before the body landed, Miao Yunrong quickly cleaned it out, so he couldn't dirty his flying boat.
The monks who were hiding in the distance and watching, found that the situation was wrong, and used their housekeeping skills to escape one after another, while Uncle Miao who was standing beside him had long since disappeared.
Mo Su waved his hand at Miao Yunrong, and said lazily:
"Keep going."
This time Miao Yunrong obediently went to pilot the flying boat.
"It made fellow Daoist Mosu laugh. I didn't expect these things to come in handy. The news is quite well-informed."
"It's okay, it's just a joke."
The flying boat was advancing at a constant speed in the air. After half an hour, Uncle Miao returned to the flying boat and reported the situation to Lord Mosu:
"Your Majesty, only one of the group of people escaped by activating the Ten Thousand Miles Teleportation Talisman just now, and the rest of the monks were caught. How should we deal with it?"
"Kill those who should be killed, let go of those who should be released, and don't be soft on those who should be charged interest."
"Yes."
Miao Yunrong, who couldn't hold back for a long time, showed her head again, and smiled flatteringly at him:
"Your Majesty, I brought him onto the flying boat just because I thought he looked like fellow Daoist Cao. I didn't expect him to be controlled by the black beetle. I was careless."
"Hmph! If the opponent's target is not Fellow Daoist Jian, can you tolerate your jumping?"
"Isn't there still Uncle Miao!"
"Yun Rong, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself, what will you do if one day you don't have any attendants by your side?"
Jian Jian raised his eyes, and Miao Yunrong happened to look over. The moment the blue light flashed in Jian Jian's eyes, Miao Yunrong's gaze became dull, and then he stood aside and began to be dazed.
Mo Su paused while holding the teacup, then continued to chat with Jian Jian about the previously interrupted topic.
At this time, a feast of hunting and killing was being staged in Huanle City.
(End of this chapter)
