The green-faced Hanba was freed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said, "No problem."
He turned his palm over, and a stone tablet appeared in his palm, and he threw it to Leng Muqing.
Leng Muqing caught it with her hands and saw an ancient pattern printed on the stone tablet.
In the picture, two men are sitting in front of a waterfall discussing Taoism.
Of these two men, one is tall and powerful, the other is delicate and elegant, with the air of a gentleman.
It is the ancestors Wu Zu and Hongjun.
The green-faced Hanba said: "Put your palms on the Dao stele and contemplate it with concentration, and you will be able to see the scene in the past when Patriarch Hongjun and Patriarch Martial were discussing Dao."
Leng Muqing nodded, impatiently, holding the stone tablet in her right hand, pressing it with her left hand, pouring the power of her soul into it.
boom!
Suddenly, in her mind, the picture of Hongjun Martial Ancestor discussing Taoism in the past appeared in her mind. There were mountains and flowing water, and the two supreme powerhouses were sitting and discussing Taoism. This scene was very peaceful and peaceful.
Leng Muqing wanted to take a closer look at the Tao discussion, but suddenly her head hurt, and with an "ouch", the Tao tablet in her hand fell to the ground.
But this monument was too old, and the pressure of the law was too strong. Her soul was unprepared, and she peered directly into the ancient secret. She was immediately struck by the backlash, her eyes turned black, the blood in her chest and abdomen surged, and she almost fainted. .
"Hey, little girl, it seems that your cultivation is not good enough, you should return the Dao Monument to me!"
The green-faced Hanba chuckled, and suddenly rushed out, hitting Leng Muqing's chest with one claw, and grabbing the Taoist monument with the other claw.
Leng Muqing wanted to resist this sudden change, but her soul was backlashed, but she couldn't muster the slightest strength.
"not good!"
Ye Chen's expression changed. When he saw Leng Muqing in danger, he didn't have time to think too much. He immediately jumped up and shot out with a palm from the air. He used the magical power of the Nine Nether Emperor to create a black and faint palm wind, and the ground was flat. Sweeping away, the power is extremely vast.
"who is it!"
The green-faced Hanba was shocked. Under Ye Chen's palm, he felt his breath was suffocated, and the trajectory of the moves in his hand also deviated. He originally wanted to penetrate Leng Muqing's chest with his claw, but in the end he only hit her shoulder.
"Wutu Origin Talisman, Sword of Suppressing the Imperial City!"
Ye Chen did not want to expose his martial arts skills of reincarnation, so he dodged and flew towards him, offering the Wutu Origin Talisman in his hand. Waves of Wutu essence gathered together, transforming into nine huge Wutu swords, which flew down in the air and suppressed the green-faced drought demon. And go.
The green-faced Hanba was horrified and quickly pulled back, but was still hit by a Wutu giant sword. With a pop, blood spurted from his mouth and he was injured on the spot.
It saw that Ye Chen was wearing a mask, which seemed to be hiding his cultivation. There was a look of fear in his eyes, and he wanted to run away, but he was unwilling to let go of the Hongjun Taoist Monument.
The Taoist tablet was still in Leng Muqing's hands.
"Nine Nether Emperor Sword, Ji!"
Ye Chen's eyes turned cold, and he ran the Nine Nether Emperor Scriptures, combined with the Wutu Source Talisman, and the nine Wutu giant swords burst out with a deep demonic light, as if emerging from hell, slashing through the air towards the green-faced drought demon.
The green-faced Hanba was shocked, but he didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly flew away into the distance. He couldn't help but look back and looked at the Taoist monument, his heart aching and bleeding.
That was the stele left behind by the discussion between Patriarch Hongjun and Martial Ancestor. It recorded the most profound secrets of swordsmanship. Naturally, he was extremely distressed when he lost it.
Ye Chen fought off the green-faced drought demon and did not pursue him. He quickly supported Leng Muqing and said, "Hey, are you okay?"
But he saw that Leng Muqing's left shoulder was wounded by the green-faced drought demon's claw, and the wound was wrapped with red mist like drought fire, lingering and shocking.
That was the innate magical power of Qing-faced Hanba, which could mobilize the breath of fire between heaven and earth to invade the human body and burn people alive.
Leng Muqing's skin was red all over under the attack of this fierce fire breath, and she was dripping with sweat. The sweat soaked her clothes. Her rather plump and plump figure was outlined, and she looked shaky under the dim night. Extraordinarily tempting.
Ye Chen didn't think much about it, just afraid that something would happen to her.
"Ye Shitian, it's you..."
Leng Muqing opened her eyes slightly, saw a masked face, recognized it, and murmured.
"I healed your wounds. I offended you."
Seeing that her wound was inflamed and bleeding, Ye Chen was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with if it was delayed, so he immediately supported her and sat down on the open space aside.
Afterwards, Ye Chen gently untied her clothes from her shoulders and used Bagua Tiandan to treat her.
Soon, under Ye Chen's Taoist treatment, Leng Muqing's wounds recovered quickly.
But her face still had a painful look on it, and it seemed that the injury had not eased.
Ye Chen checked her pulse and immediately frowned, only to find that the poisonous flames of the Drought Demon had invaded her heart and lungs. Although there was only a wisp, if it was not cured, it might become a serious problem.
"Your heart and lungs have been invaded by fire. Just massage it yourself and drive it out."
Ye Chen said to Leng Muqing.
Leng Muqing's cheeks turned red and she said, "I... feel so weak that I can't move. Please help me."
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, but seeing Leng Muqing's uncomfortable look, he couldn't bear her suffering anymore and said, "Well, I'm offended."
After saying that, Ye Chen gently supported Leng Muqing, raised his right hand, and massaged the many acupoints on her chest.
During this process, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as it touched her soft and plump parts.
Ye Chen was calm. He had many contacts with women, including Leng Muqing, so he looked calm throughout the whole process.
It was inconvenient to massage her through her clothes, so Ye Chen then took off Leng Muqing's top.
Under the dim moonlight, Leng Muqing's body looked like mutton-fat white jade, smooth and delicate to the touch.
