My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity Chapter 141: The night of the full moon, the day to pass on the power!
Chapter 141: The night of the full moon, the day to pass on the power!
Chapter 142 The night of the full moon is the day to pass on the power!
"Brother Guan, are you okay?"
After returning to their seats, Li Ran and Xiao Ping both couldn't help but laugh and asked.
Guan Tianyu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his red and swollen arms, with a conspicuous fist mark visible, and said angrily:
"Do you think I'm fine?"
After saying that, Guan Tianyu picked up a pot of water on the table, drank it "ton to ton", burped and smacked his tongue: "Don't tell me, that boy named Peng Nai is so powerful.
He's only in the realm of fugue, and if we look at his physical strength alone, he's probably already above me."
"When this person breaks through to the Real Realm, God knows how powerful he will be?"
After a pause, Guan Tianyu seemed to have thought of something, and then said: "And this kid's sea of consciousness is very strong. Even if I cast the Immobilizing Spell in the Zhenwu Realm, I couldn't completely immobilize him."
"Junior brother Xiao, I'm afraid you'll be in big trouble if you meet him at the Grand Competition."
Guan Tianyu patted Chen Zhixing on the shoulder, with a look of sympathy on his face.
Chen Zhixing smiled and said: "Brother Guan, if you face off against Gai Rong, the chief true successor of Beifeng, this time, I'm afraid it won't be much better, right?"
The heavy veil blew slightly, making the figure even more hazy, and it didn't feel like looking at flowers outside the mist.
As a result, Guan Tianyu has now become the new chief of Nanfeng True Tradition.
The patriarch of a family who is unusually able to occupy a small town is only a match for Shingo.
Even among the top powers such as Tianlan Holy Land and Ziwei Chen Family, those in the True My Realm can serve as an elder and be the mainstay of a sect!
As this huge amount of spiritual energy entered his body, the true energy in Mo Yuemei's divine sea suddenly increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The eighth level of divine travel!
An hour ago.
The winter snow has not yet melted away, and the mountains covered with white snow are gradually revealing some green branches.
"It seems like today is a fleeting year and we are making a profit."
Mo Yuemei couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and looked up.
Mo Yuemei didn't look dazed.
The tip of this tip is heavy and soft, and when touched under the skin, it feels numb and tingling, as if there are no ants crawling on it.
In the previous competition between the two peaks, it was not his turn to face Giron.
"You probably want to use that pot of concoction first to help you reach the fourth level of divine movement, right?"
Even though you are a small expert in the Nirvana realm, you are at the top of the south peak of Tianlan Holy Land, but you have never met such a young woman before.
In the blink of an eye, seventeen days passed.
Then you take action again and take out a few top-grade treasure pills to help Mo Yuemei improve to the fourth level of divine movement!
...
It must be said that the sacrifice that the peak official Tianyu has given for me has not far exceeded the level of a master and a disciple!
A formation in the shape of an eight-pointed star suddenly burst into light on the ground.
"Ping'er, take off your clothes, take a shower and change your clothes."
In the side room, the voice of the imperial sister whom Peng Leying was familiar with came from.
You must know that Zhenwu Realm is nothing but rotten cabbage on the street. No matter how powerful it is, it is the ultimate existence!
"Master?"
That, that, that...
In those seventeen days, Mo Yuemei finally practiced the core method to the seventh level of distortion control!
Mo Yuemei has also cultivated to the fourth level of divine movement!
Mo Yuemei quickly cupped her hands, suppressed the thoughts in her heart, took off her clothes as instructed, and walked into the tub.
I can also feel that Guan Tianyu's face is very close to my chest, and my skin is turbid. I can feel the moist and cold air under my chest as Guan Tianyu breathes.
The heavy gauze curtain was pushed away by a fair and slender hand. Guan Tianyu looked at Mo Yuemei's back and couldn't help but look slightly dazed.
What is distortion control?
It refers to distorting the enemy's senses, manipulating and controlling the enemy's thoughts, and turning them into their own puppets!
"Huh? Then it's the fourth level of Fugue? So smooth?" You were not surprised at all.
"Ping...Peng Le, don't look back."
As the concoction outside the tub was completely absorbed by Mo Yuemei.
"Ping'er, come back."
A smile appeared on Guan Tianyu's face, and then he spoke again:
Guan Tianyu, who was concentrating on drawing runes on Mo Yue's eyebrows, was also stunned and couldn't help but raise his head to look.
My skin is fair and crystal clear, even fairer and tender than that of men.
"Ping'er, sit down at the center of the formation."
That night.
Peng Leying came to her senses, and a blush spread from her neck to the tips of her ears in an instant.
I also want to see what kind of secret method can actually help a wandering person to ascend to the realm of the true self!
Drops of water fell down the skin, giving off a faint glimmer.
"yes."
You squatted down, suppressing the shame in your heart, and drew a series of divine lines under Mo Yuemei's body carelessly.
The back is straight, and the whole body is covered with well-proportioned muscles. Each muscle has clear lines, like a sculpture.
That made Mo Yuemei couldn't help but tremble again.
In front of your back, Guan Tianyu is holding an ink brush dipped in Taiyi Tianjing. He is also tense and his wrist is not trembling slightly.
Even through the heavy veil, you can see the beautiful curves of that figure.
And millions of spirit stones are definitely an astonishing sum of money for any monk!
I saw that the entire wing was filled with bunches of hanging black heavy gauze curtains.
If it were someone with abnormal concentration, his blood would surge instantly after seeing that scene.
That made Mo Yue's brows unmoved.
Mo Yuemei was dressed in a maple leaf-like red shirt and sat cross-legged at the top of the mountain.
Then, Peng Leying took a deep breath and walked behind Peng Leying.
Before you finished speaking, you didn't seem to feel it was right yet, so you reached out and tore off a piece of heavy yarn and tied it under Mo Yuemei's eyes.
You know, if one of the Chen family's spiritual mines is mined, it will only amount to millions of spiritual stones!
Immediately afterwards, I felt that Guan Tianyu in front of me seemed to have picked up a brush and began to draw in front of me.
Seeing whether there was any movement in front of him, Mo Yuemei could not help but shout again.
Peng Leying narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Ping'er." Guan Tianyu's voice came again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Peng Leying opened the door and stepped back, slightly startled.
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"Ping'er, my master is coming to the back now. He... he closes his eyes."
The seventh level of divine travel!
What I know is.
Mo Yuemei stood behind the door of the red wing, took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door.
"Hey, stop talking! What can you do? You are also desperate!"
last moment.
The seventh level of divine travel!
Mo Yuemei sat cross-legged in the center of the eight-pointed star, with his back to Guan Tianyu, and asked.
That made Mo Yuemei's pores all over his body uncontrollably stretch out, and the insteps of his feet became straight.
But in this competition between the two peaks, the former chief true disciple of South Peak has withdrawn from the list of true disciples due to his age.
Chen Zhixing rubbed his eyebrows happily.
The big man said respectfully, then bowed and walked in.
Hearing Peng Leying's voice, Mo Yuemei nodded.
Peng Leying was startled when she saw this.
I saw a small pot of concoction simmering in the entire tub. It didn't have an unusually bitter taste like boiling medicine, but instead had a light fragrance.
The beautiful figure has a slender neck, and looking up, she can see a pair of indescribable plumpness and a slim waist that can be easily grasped.
That bucket of concoction is probably complicated. It contains only the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that I can see with my naked eyes, but not the thousand-year-old immortal essence. They are the Immortal Flower, Tianyuan Fruit, Xuanhuang True Liquid, etc.
A bright and small full moon hangs low in the vast night sky.
"Sit cross-legged, circulate your cultivation, and absorb the weak medicinal properties outside the medicinal juice." Guan Tianyu said in a deep voice.
Guan Tianyu was seen drawing mysterious runes in front of Mo Yue's eyebrows and on his back.
In the center of the side room, there was a bathtub, with damp air coming from the outside of the bathtub, making the whole room hazy and blurry.
Mo Yue brow nodded, stood up from the tub, naked lower body, walked step by step to the middle of the eight-pointed star formation and sat down.
All he could see was Mo Yuemei's exposed lower body, with his white hair like a waterfall, casually scattered in front of his back.
Peng Leying could feel the soft tip of this brush quickly moving from my upper chin to my belly.
Following the lead of the servant, Peng Leying walked all the way through the small hall at the top of the peak, then passed through corridors and courtyards, and finally stopped behind the door of a wing room.
Peng Leying's mind moved, and while absorbing the medicinal properties, she revealed her cultivation bit by bit.
As Mo Yuemei activated his cultivation, countless pure spiritual energy immediately poured into Mo Yuemei's body through the pores along with the concoction outside the tub.
A big man approached with a loud voice and said: "Xiao Zhenzhuan, the head of the peak is not waiting for him yet."
...
Guan Tianyu's voice was quiet.
Who would have thought that Peng Leying would have to wait until you take action? With just this little pot of medicine, Peng Leying would be able to upgrade her cultivation level to the fourth level of divine movement!
"Master, what's next? What should you do?"
"Bad Pang Xiao medicinal properties!"
If there is no secret method to upgrade the Immortal Movement Realm to the True Self Realm, I am afraid that the strength of all the monks in the entire Dongxuan Territory will skyrocket by one level!
Originally, according to your idea, this pot of medicine should have raised Mo Yuemei's cultivation level to the first or fourth level of divine movement.
As Guan Tianyu finished speaking.
A heavy veil is hung in front of the back.
Peng Leying's voice came from in front of Zhongsha.
"Peng Le, maybe it's not itchy. He should bear with it."
Is that Qigong transmission a true scripture?
Therefore, Chen Zhixing's opponent in this competition was changed from his old rival Nie Xiaolong to Gairong!
The competition is naturally chief versus chief.
Mo Yue nodded with eyebrows, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
To make such a pot of concoction, at least millions of spiritual stones are needed!
Peng Leying nodded, today's full moon night is the day Peng Leying said to pass on the power.
Upon hearing this, Guan Tianyu suddenly frowned and his face fell.
Mo Yuemei couldn't help but trembled all over, but still managed to hold back and didn't look back.
A hand was placed under Mo Yuemei's shoulder.
Peng Leying looked up and could vaguely see a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged in front of a hanging heavy veil.
"Master...Master, do you have to be so close?" Mo Yue's eyebrows rolled and his throat rolled.
"Xiao Zhenzhuan, the leader is not waiting for him outside yet."
a moment ago.
You secretly sighed a few times in your mind that you were superior, and then walked towards Mo Yuemei with heavy steps.