Because most monks are accustomed to the art of keeping their appearance, their appearance is usually extremely young. Therefore, generally, the age is not determined by appearance, but by bone age. However, this can only be seen by high-level monks when looking at low-level monks.
clear,
However, the appearance of the woman in front of her is no less than that of Yu Yunqin, and she is definitely not over forty years old. In the world of spiritual practice, she is only as old as a little girl. Her eyes are pure and clear, and she has obviously not had much experience.
However, his cultivation level has already reached the realm of Yuanshen. Zhuang Wudao, who only achieved Yuanshen when he was about forty years old with the help of Jie Dharma, couldn't help but feel ashamed.
At this time, Su Yunchui was stunned at first, and then for a moment, his face was covered with tears: "It's Yunzhui. Young Palace Master Su Yunchui, do you still remember me?"
Zhuang Wudao was silent, and there were ten spiritual slaves and hundreds of servants in the mountains and rivers, and this Su Yunzhuan was one of them.
In the past, the Wan Xilin Su family was wiped out. Su Yunzhui was two years old at the time. He was rescued by Ren Shanhe and brought back to his Chongchen Palace. The little immortal master had to deal with many things every day. In addition to his own cultivation, he also needed to deal with some sects.
Affairs, actually nothing much
He took care of it. However, this Su Yun pendant was like a crazy weed, growing crazily in a corner where others could not see it. In just over ten years, it actually reached the realm of golden elixir. Only then did Ren Shanhe pay attention to it and let him
Become your own personal maid.
Later, the demonic species in Su Yunhui's body broke out, his body was infected, and his spiritual thoughts became possessed. He could no longer hide it from the world, and began to run away and cause chaos. The Red God Sect, under pressure from the world, took the initiative to capture and imprison him. Then all the souls under him
All the servants were scattered, and only this little girl, who had followed Ren Shanhe for less than five years, followed him consistently.
In Ren Shanhe's memory, because it was rare for a female cultivator to advance, all the nine branches of the Scarlet God Sect valued this girl. There were even several experts who were interested in accepting her as a secret disciple.
However, they were all rejected by Su Yupui and threatened to die. He insisted on following and taking care of his young palace mistress, even if they were thrown into the devil's prison of death together, they were willing to do so.
This little girl's temperament is indeed stubborn, but she is also ignorant of the world. Do you really think that the Hell of Hell is a good place?
He really has a deep affection for his young palace mistress, and just because he saved her life when she was young, he is willing to pay for it with his own life.
It's a pity that Ren Shanhe didn't care much about her. Before he died, he didn't say a word to this little girl, which shows his temperament.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer. He asked himself that he was a heartless person, but he was not as cold-hearted as this one. He didn't care about those who really cared about him and loved him. He didn't care about those who didn't care about him at all.
It is deeply affectionate.
Not only is he a waste, but he is also a bitch
However, I don’t recognize her, so what’s going on?
Searching his memory with his mind, Zhuang Wudao realized that a few years ago, when Ren Shanhe was at the most serious stage of his demonic obsession, he was indeed completely unconscious and did not recognize his relatives. Dozens of his fellow disciples were injured at his hands.
At the end of the day, when I was about to die, I regained some clarity. Unfortunately, I still couldn't wake up completely, put an end to my sins, and get back to the next level.
"Where am I?"
With his eyes retracted, Zhuang Wudao continued to look around. His body was locked on the flying chariot and he could not move. He could only look up through the fence.
"you--"
The words came to his lips, but he suddenly stopped. Zhuang Wudao felt that his throat was like a knife cutting, burning, and extremely uncomfortable. Most of his strength was being absorbed into his body, and he was unable to even repair the injuries inside his body.
Because he has not been nourished by blood for too long, his vocal cords have been torn apart. A monk in the Guiyuan Realm has reached such a point that he is almost at the end of his rope.
"This is the north of Jiehan Mountain. It is still more than two months away from the Jiehan Death Prison."
Su Yundui was full of hope. There was a glimmer in his eyes. The young palace master had woken up. Maybe he could drive out the evil spirit within these two months and find his true origin. Returning was impossible, but at least he could avoid the devil's tribulation and the prison of death.
Tribulation.
But then she noticed Zhuang Wudao's dry lips and extremely withered face, and immediately stood up and said: "Young Palace Master, wait a minute -"
The figure flashed, and Su Yundui disappeared into the prison car. After about two moments, the girl came back again, with a small pot in her hand. The spout of the pot was pressed against Zhuang Wudao's lips, and a stream of water poured out.
come down,
Like the rain after a long drought, Zhuang Wudao immediately eagerly swallowed the spiritual liquid in the pot. A cool and refreshing feeling penetrated his heart, making him feel indescribably comfortable, and some of the dry energy in his body also recovered.
This is spiritual dew. I don’t know where Su Yunzhui collected it from. It was produced at the moment when darkness and light alternate between heaven and earth. It contains the rich essence of the sun and moon. Such a pot can restore his body in time.
, save at least two days.
But Zhuang Wudao only drank half of the pot of water. A whip wind suddenly struck from outside the prison car. The jade pot in Su Yunzhui's hand was whipped away. There was also an extra streak on the girl's wrist.
Dazzling red marks.
Zhuang Wudao immediately narrowed his eyes and looked towards where the whipping wind came from. Then he saw a middle-aged man covered in silver armor and with an unruly and sinister temperament stepping out of the prison car.
Judging from his bone age, he was about six hundred years old. He was a Guiyuan realm monk. His slightly downward curved eagle nose was particularly eye-catching. At this time, his expression was uncertain, and he stared at Su Yunzhui coldly: "Sun and Moon Spirit Dew"
, who asked you to give him food?"
"It's the slave who made her own decision——"
Su Yunzhui bent down and bowed to this person with a begging look on his face: "Please, Lord, please be kind to my young palace mistress. It has been more than a month since I had eaten any food or medicine. I am now trapped by this Yuan-destroying shackle. Again.
If this goes on, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."
"Can't hold it anymore?"
The Silver-armored True Lord sneered, and glanced at Zhuang Wudao's whole body, the part of his body that had been demonized, and then sneered: "If he can't hold on, what does it matter to me? He deserves it, as long as he doesn't die in this prison car.
If you die, you just need to be sent alive to the Hell of Hell. Everything else has nothing to do with me. On the other hand, since you made your own decision, do you know you were wrong?"
"I know I was wrong, and I am willing to accept the punishment."
Su Yunchui's face was as pale as paper, but he still refused to give up. Seemingly knowing that begging was useless, Yu Jian put away his begging expression and said in a stubborn tone: "Please Chengyun Zhenjun consider the situation of the first and second young palace masters again."
In the eyes of the Supreme Immortal Wu Ming, his status is extraordinary, and several Supreme Immortals of the Lichen Sect and the Great Heavenly Lord also love him very much. If these people learn about what the True Lord has done, I am afraid they will be furious."
"The Wrath of Thunder? For this demonic master who has brought shame to the Red God Sect?"
The True Monarch of Hedao named Chengyun sneered and continued to sneer: "You are loyal and will never leave. But we know that if he recovers his magic power at this time, there is hope that he can break free of this Yuan-destroying shackles.
, the first thing to do is to bite your neck off and devour your blood? Or maybe I want to keep you alive, commit adultery with pleasure, and suck your essence."
Zhuang Wudao laughed when he heard this. This True Lord Chengyun did not tell lies. In his current state, this is indeed possible.
Fortunately, the five kinds of essence flames and the Hunyuan Tianji Divine Furnace were brought along with his soul aperture.
With this semi-complete inner world, otherwise he must be extremely hungry for spiritual power at this time. His whole body is numb and tingling, and he wishes he could drink human blood raw. The demon cultivator's desire for the essence and vitality of human blood is enough to affect people's
Sanity. And now, although he has not been completely infected, he can be regarded as half a demon cultivator.
However, the Hunyuan Tianji Divine Furnace is half of the inner world. Although there are 'Yuan-destroying shackles and traps, the spiritual power can be self-sufficient. It's just that the recovery time will be slightly slower.
Su Yuncheng did not waver, his expression remained unchanged: "Young Palace Master has recovered his intelligence, how could he do such a thing? And even if the Young Master really becomes a demon cultivator, this 'Yuan Destroying Shackles' is extremely
It is so strong that even Mahayana monks find it difficult to break it. With the young palace master's weakness, how can he do it?"
How much mana can a pot of Sun and Moon Spiritual Dew restore to Ren Shanhe? He can barely resist the evil spirit.
"I don't care about this. In fact, you can continue to take Linglu for him."
The corners of Chengyun Zhenjun's lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were hot and longing as he looked at Su Yunzhui's white, tender and graceful neck: "As I said before, I am quite envious of your character and beauty. As long as you can follow my words.
, if my wish is fulfilled, then everything can depend on you. No matter how many bottles of this spiritual dew he takes, it can even help the power of suppressing evil spirits in his body. What do you think, Yunzhui?"