Deep in the backyard of the Purgatory Demon Sect, inside Feng Xingran’s dwelling.
A touch of pink occupies most of the colors in Feng Xingran's wing. A few fragrant wild flowers hang diagonally on the edge of the bed, pink quilts, pink tables and chairs, and even the talc on the floor are pink.
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Today, Feng Xingran wore a pink dress. The corners of the dress were studded with colorful diamond ornaments, which made her look playful and elegant. She had slender eyebrows, a straight nose, soft and plump lips, and fragrant cheeks.
The lines are graceful, smooth and smooth, and the pink face is lightly flushed, exuding a charming beauty.
Feng Xingran was so angry that he pinched Ding Hao's waist hard and said angrily: "If you want to cause trouble in the palace, dad must know that we are doing bad things now!"
"It hurts" was heard next, and Ding Hao smiled slyly and said: "We are doing bad things, we are obviously doing good things!"
The shattered consciousness gradually gathered together, and Feng Xingran still looked at Ding Hao fiercely. He said fiercely: "You little thief."
At this moment, Ding Hao felt that his consciousness was empty, and his whole body felt as if his consciousness was split. With a movement in his heart, Ding Hao began to release his consciousness, hoping to get a glimpse of the true depth of the Purgatory Demon Sect.
But before Ding Hao really started to move, a soft "Hey" sound came from his entire consciousness. The next moment, he clearly felt that his consciousness and physical body had really separated. It was as if he was being affected by an unexpected force.
He was dragged and drifted to a thatched house.
The small door made of weeds of the hut opened with a creak. An illusory soft voice came from inside the house: "Come in!"
He hesitated for a moment, and then thought that this was the Purgatory Demon Sect. Whoever used his spiritual consciousness to seize him here should not have any malicious intentions. What's more, even if he had malicious intentions, he couldn't withdraw now.
So with a leisurely laugh, Ding Hao walked calmly towards the thatched cottage. This was not the first time that Ding Hao had encountered the situation of traveling with his spiritual consciousness. So although he felt as light as a ghost and without any focus, he was still not surprised.
After entering the thatched cottage, I saw lush green trees growing in all directions. Right in front of me was an old man with snow-white hair and a kind-faced face, wearing the most common Daopo of the Purgatory Demon Sect.
The wrinkles on his face were as dense as ravines, and he looked like he was dying, but his eyes looked bright when opening and closing, like the deep stars in the sky, full of mystery and profound meaning.
This feeling is somewhat similar to when I was in the Sword Demon Palace and was forcibly brought into his consciousness space by that handsome middle-aged man, with his penetrating eyes.
Another old and immortal monster!
After calming down, Ding Hao said in a deep voice: "Senior, why did you seize me here?"
The old man's deep eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a gleam of light, and said softly: "Ning Xin, let go of your consciousness!"
Then a ball of talking white light surged out from his right hand, which was as skinny as rotten wood, and projected onto Ding Hao's body. Ding Hao felt warm all over his body, and suddenly the entire Duanhun Mountain was felt, as if he could detect every area.
Among the several sects distributed in Duanhun Mountain, the one Ding Hao is most familiar with is the Wuji Demon Sect that he had stayed in before. Following Ding Hao's thoughts, his consciousness seemed to have landed somewhere, and he could even clearly see the entrance to the mountain.
"Linglan Demon Pavilion" has four big characters.
In the deep pool in the back mountain, there are several women with skin as good as snow bathing. In the cave of the mountain rock, there are sixteen women practicing in seclusion. All of this is as if I have been there in person, every place is real.
Really.
This feeling is so mysterious that it is difficult to describe it in words, but Ding Hao knows deeply that this white light is definitely beneficial to him.
After a moment, Ding Hao was shocked and found that this feeling disappeared.
But he saw that his consciousness was still in the thatched house, and the faint white light projected on him had disappeared. The kind-hearted old man opposite was looking at Ding Hao with shining eyes.
Puzzled, Ding Hao whispered: "Is this?"
"This can be regarded as our reward for studying your three-style Immortal World Sword Art, but you are still far from being able to achieve that kind of spiritual consciousness that can see everything. I will transfer it to you through my own spiritual consciousness, so that you can feel it.
"Fan, it will also have some benefits for your future spiritual consciousness cultivation, at least it will let you know the direction of your future cultivation!" the old man said softly.
Feeling happy in his heart, Ding Hao respectfully thanked him.
Lowering his head slightly, the old man with gray hair and beard sighed softly and said: "At your age, you are able to reach where you are now, which is even better than Aotian. You are indeed to be feared in the future, and you will be feared in the future!"
After pondering for a while, the old man spoke again: "I grabbed you here after sensing your spiritual consciousness. The biggest purpose is to eliminate the spiritual brand that others have planted on you. If I
The expectation is good, you must have met the man from the Sword Demon Palace, and part of the spiritual imprint he left on your body has just been broken by me!"
As soon as these words came out, Ding Hao was shocked.
Secretly, the handsome middle-aged man from the Sword Demon Palace inexplicably grabbed himself into his consciousness space, then looked at himself, and then released himself. It turned out that he had planted a brand of consciousness on his body.
Thinking of this, Ding Hao became furious and felt horrified. He couldn't help but asked: "What is the purpose of the brand he planted on the boy?"
The old man thought for a moment and said softly: "He can know everything you do for the first three days, and then he can't see what you do for seven days, but he can hear whatever you say. For the next three months, he can hear everything you say.
, you can know your exact location, and half a year later, you can only know your location roughly.
However, he has planted part of his spiritual consciousness in your body. Although he can know these things, it will not only do no harm to your spiritual consciousness cultivation, but also have some benefits, but you can't feel it now."
After hurriedly leaving the Sword Demon Palace, he thought about what he had done in the past three days, and found that he should be killing the silver-armored corpse at that time. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was okay, and did not reveal anything ulterior.
's secret.
When Ding Hao thought about this carefully and was about to say something, the old man suddenly changed his expression and shouted: "She has woken up, I will send you back immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Hao felt his eyes blur. The old man in front of him and the thatched hut he was in had disappeared, leaving only Feng Xingran's flushed, lazy and proud body. And he was still hugging Feng Xingran.
His right hand seemed to stiffen, and when he looked down in surprise, he found that it was the Three Immortal Sword Techniques that he had lent to the Purgatory Demon Lord Feng Aotian!