The woman raised her head laboriously, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. After watching Yang Xuan for half a day, she suddenly laughed.


    "Do you know what you look like?" she said word by word, "like a mad dog in a panic."


    "Oh!" Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head. "It''s a pity that your apprentice hasn''t understood what an immortal is for nearly a thousand years."


    The woman got up and tried to sit back on the stone bench. She smiled and said, "he is him, I am me, I am just the leader of his cultivation. What does it matter to me as to what he has achieved?"


    As she spoke, she wiped the blood stains on the corners of her mouth with her hand. There was a bit of paleness on her beautiful face.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes showed curiosity and asked, "how many years have you been practicing Taoism?"


    The woman didn''t answer, took out a white silk scarf and wiped her hands.


    "Your apprentice claims to have practiced for thousands of years. I think the millennium may be blowing. At a discount, there should be 500 years. Then you''re probably 600 or 700 years old. Tut Tut, you really have a good face."


    The woman sneered and said, "why? The great immortal overlord and a generation of emperor are also interested in my leather bag?"


    "I''m interested in all beautiful things." Yang Xuan said faintly, "of course, including your body."


    The woman''s face showed a sneer: "in that case, why don''t the emperor and I take the sky as a quilt, the earth as a bed and rest in clouds and rain?"


    Yang Xuan lost his smile: "I really haven''t seen a woman like you. It''s reasonable that she is at least hundreds of years old and so shameless. It''s really a strange story in the fairy world. If people outside know your true face, the first beauty of Penglai, known as Lingyun fairy, I''m afraid your eyes will fall off."


    The woman in white didn''t seem to hear what Yang Xuan said, but sneered: "why? The emperor dare not?"


    Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "don''t gossip. Just tell me where the last place of hidden dragon is, and I''ll let you go. How about it?"


    "Wishful thinking." the woman sneered, "even if I die, I won''t tell you."


    Yang Xuan smiled and said faintly, "death is not the most terrible thing in the world. You will find that some things are more terrible than death."


    After saying that, he waved slightly. Suddenly, a crack opened in the space, and a pair of old people about 50 or 60 years old fell out of the crack.


    When the woman saw the faces of the two old people, her face suddenly changed.


    "Bai Qi, you..."


    When the two old men saw the woman, they burst into tears and opened their mouths to speak, but they could not say a word.


    "Mo Lingyun, how do you know these two people?" Yang Xuan said faintly.


    Mo Lingyun, a woman in white, said nothing but stared at Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed: "Mo Lingyun, I have to say that you are really a genius once in a thousand years in Penglai. Your original reincarnation decision of Lingyun is really a unique skill of Penglai. With a faint idea, you achieve the meaning of reincarnation and reconstruction. Genius, genius."


    Mo Lingyun still didn''t speak, but there was a flash of panic in his eyes.


    "Mo Lingyun, you are only 18 years old this year." Yang Xuan smiled at her, narrowed his eyes and looked up and down: "with such a young and beautiful body, I will take a weekend with you in front of your parents in this world. How about?"


    "Dare you?" Mo Lingyun shouted.


    "How dare you?" Yang Xuan laughed and moved his fingers. Mo Lingyun''s white dress stained with blood was split in an instant, revealing his charming young body wearing only obscene clothes.


    "White, you must die." Mo Lingyun finally panicked, holding his chest in his arms and lost his voice.


    "Sobbing, sobbing!" Mo Lingyun''s father suddenly struggled to climb over and bit Yang Xuan''s calf.


    "Dad, don''t..." Mo Lingyun was shocked.


    Yang Xuan frowned slightly, and the old man flew backwards like a kite.


    "Don''t hurt him." Mo Lingyun exclaimed.


    The old man fell to the ground. After rolling, he lay on the ground, but it seemed that he just fell and didn''t get any harm.


    "My patience is limited, Mo Lingyun. I ask you, where is the last place of hidden dragon?" Yang Xuan said coldly.


    Seeing that the old man was all right, Mo Lingyun was slightly relieved: "Bai Qi, as long as you promise me a condition, I''ll tell you where the hidden dragon is."


    "Ah!" Yang Xuan smiled and stamped his foot gently.


    "Someone told me the terms before." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    Pooh!


    The light sound came out, and Mo Lingyun''s parents burst into a blood mist.


    "But they are all dead." Yang Xuan flicked his fingers, and Mo Lingyun''s last cover immediately split in four or five, revealing his beautiful body.


    "No one dares to talk to me about terms, and neither can you." Yang Xuan waved gently, the chain on Mo Lingyun dissipated automatically, and her whole person flew to Yang Xuan.


    "In vain, I swear, I will never let you go as a ghost. I will haunt you and curse you from generation to generation. I must break you into pieces." Mo Lingyun screamed, and great resentment rose.


    "You have no chance." Yang Xuan said faintly and grabbed her neck.


    Boom!


    A huge mental force rushed directly into her body and instantly sent Mo Lingyun to hell.


    Mo Lingyun felt as if she had been torn and combined. The great pain made her almost doubt whether she had been torn to pieces.


    All kinds of fantasies emerged in her mind one by one. The huge mental force, accompanied by the pain from her body, made a slight crack in the guard formation that took a long time to establish in her mind.


    "No -" she lost her voice and shouted wildly. Ignoring the pain from her body, she fiercely bit the tip of her tongue and tried her best to send the last Yin force of her body into her mind.


    Boom!


    Bursts of thunder appeared in her mind. The tight formation produced cracks like water ripples. All kinds of great forces began to rage, such as tides, hitting the depths of her mind one after another.


    She wants to destroy her tightly protected memory.


    This is what Yang Xuan is worried about. The reason why he wants to lock Mo Lingyun up and then impose various threats is that Mo Lingyun blocks a certain part of his memory and can destroy himself with the Yin force of his body at a crisis.


    But the next moment, Yang Xuan''s voice came into her mind through bursts of thunder.


    "Mo Lingyun, aren''t you going to have a weekend with me? Come on."


    "Ah... No --!" Mo Lingyun shouted in panic and struggled hard to get rid of Yang Xuan''s control.


    But all the efforts were futile. When the feeling that had not been felt for thousands of years came from the lower body, Mo Lingyun suddenly became silent.


    Then, with tears in his eyes.


    The figure of a scholar appeared in her mind, indifferent and elegant.


    "I''m sorry!" she muttered, then slowly closed her eyes.


    The power of Yin yuan flowed away along a channel, and the thunder generated in Mo Lingyun''s mind gradually dissipated.


    This is the only way to protect that secret.


    The guard formation lost its support and fell apart in an instant, revealing a memory closely guarded by her.


    "Hidden Dragon... Xuanyuan...?" Yang Xuan lost his mind for a moment.