Chapter 41:

In the place under the mountain range, there are cavities formed by the aura scouring for many years. These cavities have different shapes, just like the tiny membranes on the human spiritual veins. The interlaced spiritual air ducts will form a little spiritual pond in the belly of the mountain, and this spiritual pond is the most important heart in a spiritual mountain.
The tall and slender black figure leaned over the side of the spirit pool, and with a flick of his finger, the golden-red liquid fell into the spirit pool, as if sparks fell into the wine pool. The flame spread out in the spiritual pond, burning silently and quickly.
The burning spiritual pond released a more concentrated aura, passing through those cavities to diffuse outward, and the black shadow's cold white fingers moved slightly, waved away the attached aura, and turned away.
It is not easy to find the location of the spiritual pond, and it is not easy to get to the side of the spiritual pond. If it weren't for the Lingshan Mountain in Gengchen Immortal Mansion, almost all had a connection with Fengshan Spirit Fire, and Sima Jiao would not find it here.
Behind him, the little flame he left behind began to slowly burn everywhere with the escaping aura.
There are nine Lingshan mountain ranges in the inner palace of Gengchen Immortal Mansion, where almost everyone from the Shi clan lives, and the palaces of several palace owners and heads are also here, as well as the altar square and Fengshan Temple, all in the center of the mountain. And the spirit pools of these mountains were already burning with dark fire at this time, only waiting for the east wind to come one day.
Sima Jiao left the belly of the mountain, waiting outside for a man wearing a robe with a pattern from the Shi family. The man's eyes were hollow and respectful. Sima Jiao walked by him, and he didn't react when he tapped his forehead, but his eyes became clearer after a while, and he walked in the other direction without exception.
There are already a lot of people like this man in the inner palace. They are marginal disciples of the family who are not very high in status and low in cultivation. For various reasons, they are not valued in the main branch. These are all the "fires" selected by Sima Jiao. When that day comes, he wants to see the excitement and needs these fires to ignite.
Although the behemoth looks uncomfortable, it is because of its huge size that it has many things that it cannot take into account. The tree has deep roots and cannot be easily uprooted, but what if you put a fire in the heart of the tree? It was about the fire rising from the wind, burning him quietly.
Today, there was no blood on his body, and he didn't see any gadgets that could be taken home. Sima Jiao walked to the gate of the courtyard and found himself empty-handed.
I don't know when I started the habit, and I always have something to bring back.
Forget it, since I didn't bring anything today, let her sleep well without shaking her up.
Having decided for himself, he entered the house.
The person is absent.
In the past, every time he came back, a bag would bulge up on that big bed. There was a faint fragrance in the room. On the small table beside the bed, there were small plates of snacks and large bottles of spiritual liquid. The telescope will hang by the bed and make a slight noise. The inner candle is always extinguished, but there will be a small lantern with not very bright light hanging outside, and the flower-shaped shadow will fall on the ground and bed nets.
But today, the house is quiet, the warm fragrance is almost dispersed, some are deserted, and the small lanterns are not lit.
She ran out to play again.
Sima Jiao sat in the dark for a while, not in a good mood, stood up and prepared to take the person back to sleep.
As soon as he stood up, he heard a movement by the window, and a little black snake slipped in by the window. The little black snake saw him, shook his tail in excitement, and rushed over and bit the corner of his clothes.
Sima Jiao looked down at the stupid mount that he had raised for many years, but his mind hadn't grown at all. It doesn't know what it wants to express, and its body is almost twisted into tangles.
"Lose your mouth."
The little black snake loosened his mouth, grievingly and whimpering on the ground. Suddenly, it went to the ground, lying stiff.
Sima Jiao looked at it for a while, his expression gradually cooled down, and asked, "Liao Tingyan?"
Hearing the name, the little black snake twisted and turned, then changed his posture and fell stiffly. Sima Jiao's face was so cold that it was about to freeze, and he picked up the little black snake twirling on the ground and threw it out.
"Go find her."
The little black snake fell on the ground and turned back into a snake. Sima Jiao stepped on it, and was driven by it to swim towards the Ziliu Mountain Palace outside the Chen Academy.
This other palace is now living at the beginning of the month. The entire palace is built on the mountain. At the beginning of the month, the palace is located at the highest point of the mountain. Dozens of maids and hundreds of guards guard the little princess.
At the beginning of the month, I lived in the best palace in the other palace. As a prisoner, Liao Tingyan lived in a confinement palace. At that time in Yunyi Embroidery Household, Liao Tingyan refused to hand over the little black snake, and even let the little black snake run away under his nose at the beginning of the month, but she was so angry with the little princess that she was directly arrested at that time. .
She thought that Liao Tingyan was the little character like Yeyou Gongyong Lingchun. She was completely unafraid. After tidying up, she put people in the cold dungeon casually, and then forgot her there. Behind the head.
More than a day has passed since that conflict, and Liao Tingyan has slept twice.
When Sima Jiao found someone, he found Liao Tingyan lying curled up in the corner, pale and very pitiful. He strode forward and squatted halfway beside Liao Tingyan, reaching out his hand to caress her face.
It was cold in the dungeon, and her cheeks were also cold. Sima Jiao thought she had fainted at first, but later found out that she was asleep.
Sima Jiao: "..."
"Wake up."
Liao Tingyan fell asleep, opened his eyes and saw Sima Jiao's fierce cold face, and heard him ask: "Are you awake, are you sleeping well?" She nodded subconsciously, "It's okay."
Seeing that the look on that face was so hideous, she suddenly became sober, and immediately changed her words, "It's uncomfortable, it's too uncomfortable! You finally came to save me oooooooo!"
Sima Jiao: "Get up."
Liao Tingyan sighed, "It's not that I don't want to move, I can't move."
Only then did Sima Jiao realize that her condition was indeed not very good. She suffered internal injuries and her spiritual power was suppressed.
Liao Tingyan looked at his face, cleared his throat and haggardly said: "It's like this, if the level is lower than mine, I will try it out, but the other party has four monks in the transformation stage, and I can't beat them. Do it."
Four of them had a cultivation level similar to her, and she had experienced a lot of battles in the transformation stage. She was really hands-on. Not only did she have no chance of winning, she was also likely to reveal her identity, so she had to suffer a bit first. He will definitely find him anyway, and wait until the boss arrives.
Even though I thought so, it was really painful to be kicked on the stomach and hit on the face. It's okay to lie here alone. When I saw Sima Jiao, she immediately felt uncomfortable when she relaxed.
Sima Jiao's expression has not been so ugly for a long time. Liao Tingyan looked at him a little more and felt a little bit more confounded. He seemed to have returned to the original Three Sacred Mountains, the murderer who wanted to kill a few people to sacrifice to the sky.
Sima Jiao picked her up and let her lean on him, only to find that the half of her face on the side still had a long scratch, congealed with blood, as if it had been cut with a sharp object. His eyes were cold and heavy, and he reached out and touched the bloodless wound.
Liao Tingyan: "It hurts!"
Sima Jiao ignored her, pinching her face heavier and heavier, breaking the wound on her face again, blood and dew dripping from the gap in the wound.
Liao Tingyan squeezed him straight back and hid: "Ancestor, you stop, I'm going to hurt to death!"
Sima Jiao pinched the back of her neck and pressed her back into his arms. She was not allowed to hide. She leaned forward and licked the wound on her cheek, licking the blood drops that had been squeezed out.
Liao Tingyan saw his chin, his collarbone, and the rolling Adam's apple. There was a heat on his face—this heat came from the man’s lips and tongue, as well as from his own body reaction.
No, what are you doing? ! Saliva disinfection is not popular in Xiuxian World! Can we stop doing such perverted movements?
She couldn't help but subconsciously covered her belly, there was also a wound there, she couldn't bear it if it was all like this, she was an adult, don't bring such a mess.
Sima Jiao's lips were stained with her blood, with a terrible expression, he put stickers on her lips, and then hugged her up.
Liao Tingyan hung on him, stretched out his hand to wrap his neck, and he was paralyzed unconsciously, and complained unconsciously: "This place is really terrible. There is no bed, and the ground is cold. The lady's hands are very cruel. , I can’t use my spiritual power anymore. I still have a bed in my space, and I can’t take out any food. I haven’t taken a shower yet. I’ll take a bath when I go back."
Sima Jiao: "Shut up."
Liao Tingyan: "Let me say another word, where are we going?"
She thought that the ancestor who saved someone would take her back first, but he went straight to Yuntai Palace, the highest palace in the other palace.
Liao Tingyan tentatively asked: "Go to kill?"
Sima Jiao: "Otherwise."
Liao Tingyan: "I think you can send me back first."
Sima Jiao said with a sullen face: "Can't wait that long, you just stay quiet, or you will kill you."
Liao Tingyan: "???" No, are you mad? What stupid things are you saying? I am your little baby, are you willing to kill me?
Sima Jiao didn't seem to be joking at all, with a gloomy tone: "It's better to die in my hands than to die in the hands of others."
Liao Tingyan: I dare not speak.
This ancestor seems to be sick again, and he can't make sense. The most dangerous thing tonight will definitely not be her.
The most unlucky in the audience, return at the beginning of the month.
At the beginning of the month when she woke up on her Yunxiajin-paved bed, she found a fire outside the door, she couldn't help but frown and said, "What's going on outside? Toward the rain, get me in!"
The door opened, and it was not her frightened maid who came in, but an unfamiliar man who had never seen her. He had blood in his long coat and a woman in his arms. The woman covered her eyes and said nothing.
At the beginning of the month, he recognized that it was Yong Lingchun, who had been locked up before rebelling against him, and immediately shouted: "Bold, whoever gave you the courage to break into my moon palace!"
"What about people, Dao-jun Han, Dao-feng Jiaofeng!"
At the beginning of the month, I yelled twice but did not respond, and finally realized that something was wrong, and there was some doubt in his eyes, "Who are you, what did you do to distract them? I tell you, even if they are distracted for a while, they will quickly Will be back, you will not be able to run away then."
She never considered that her bodyguards and guards were dead. After all, apart from the four guards whose cultivation bases were in the face of the gods, she also had one secretly protected. That person's cultivation base had already reached the stage of cultivation. Yes, she can walk sideways in this foreign palace.
Liao Tingyan put down the hand covering his eyes and glanced at Yue Chuhui who was sitting on the bed. The rollover scene, who knows who rolls over.
Sima Jiao put her aside and sat down, walked to the bed, crushed several defensive formations that had been sacrificed at the beginning of the month, stopped her call for help, pinched her neck and dragged her off the bed. Drag to the door.
When I saw the scene outside the door at the beginning of the month when I had been struggling, my eyes opened wide, unbelievable, and my body froze.
Liao Tingyan could understand the little princess's feelings now. She had been with Sima Jiao for so long, and she had seen a lot of his murder scenes, but she didn't have a strong point this time. In the past, she could hold back those, but she couldn't help it this time, she would vomit out without covering her eyes.
"Impossible, impossible, how could..." Yue Chu shook his body and muttered in a low voice. When he looked at Sima Jiao, his expression changed, full of fear.
In the face of death, most of them adopt this posture, which is completely different from when they kill others.
Sima Jiao dragged the person to Liao Tingyan, pinching his neck, and said to Liao Tingyan, "Come on, skin her and kill her again."
Liao Tingyan: "Hmm?"
She slid down the chair and knelt on the spot, "I don't."
Sima Jiao grabbed her hand and squeezed her fingers towards Yuechuhui's face, the fingertips condensed into a sharp knife shape. Determined to teach her to skin and kill people by herself.
Liao Tingyan retracted his hands, but he couldn't match Sima Jiao's strength. He was still wrapping her body, pressing her back, cheeks against her side face, and said in her ear: "This person is bullying you. If you hurt you, you have to retaliate with your own hands. If she hurts your face, you will peel her face. If she lets people beat you, you will interrupt all the bone meridians in her body. If she makes you hurt, you will let She died of severe pain."
Sima Jiao's tone was harsh, and his eyes were red with sullen anger. He was so scared that he could not move on the ground, and his tears surged, and he begged for mercy.
Liao Tingyan's hands were shaking badly, and he screamed, "I really hurt, and my stomach hurts so much. Really, you let go first. If you have something to say, let's go back and talk about it!"
Sima Jiao: "No."
Liao Tingyan vomited a mouthful of blood to show him, and was dying, "I have suffered a serious internal injury, and I will die if I don't save it."
Sima Jiao bit her on her neck in one bite, making her move like a fish.
Liao Tingyan found that his hand was loosening a little, and immediately broke away from his hand, hugged the head of this ferocious ancestor, and kissed casually, "I was wrong. I'm so afraid of pain. Go back and recover first. Can you please, ancestor!"