Fairy, help me cultivate.

Chen Yao abruptly lifted her buttocks off the table, the moist, tender flesh drooping slightly, creating gentle waves.

He just kept picking Mingzhan around and letting him wander around the tent.

Mingzhan Pot was subjected to the force, and he felt so good that his eyes rolled back.

The two left behind a mess of smudges.

Finally, Chen Yao had Mingzhan lie face down on the bed. He pressed his lips against her soft, plump buttocks, thrusting in and out gently. The beautiful woman's legs would sometimes lift up and sometimes tighten due to the stimulation.

With each thrust that sent the beautiful woman soaring into the sky, her black-stockinged thighs, which had been kneeling on the bed, gradually lost their strength, parted to the sides, and finally formed a toad shape.

Chen Yao felt the hot embrace tighten even more, and the erection became even faster.

A layer of sticky white, clear, and smooth paste was squeezed out with a "glug-glug" sound.

Mingzhan stretched her slender arms back, her fair hands grabbing wildly. Chen Yao grabbed her arms and pulled her upper body off the bed. Her two white mounds rippled and surged with the frantic thrusting.

The two fell into a blissful state of indulgence.

As dawn broke the next day, the fierce battle continued in Mingzhan's tent.

Mingzhan lay on his side with his back pressed against Chen Yao, one leg bent into a split, his crotch completely exposed, being thrust into from left and right.

"It's dawn... Everyone's up, hurry up, they'll hear you..."

Mingzhan gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words with a groan.

Chen Yao was only concerned with taking her to yet another peak.

"What should a female disciple do if she comes in to make the bed and sees the room all wet and sticky?"

Chen Yao ignored her and started kneading a plump, soft, white ball.

Mingzhan was panting, unable to withstand the stimulation, and could only enjoy it for the time being.

Another wave crashed onto the bed. She gasped for breath, then pleaded with Chen Yao, "Please don't come anymore! The army is about to set off... If everyone finds out, how can we face anyone?"

"What nonsense! You're not a married man. The union of yin and yang is a natural law. I have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me. What right do they have to spout nonsense?"

Chen Yao turned Ming Zhan's tender feet, whose stockings had already been torn by his bite, and licked the pink soles of his feet.

Mingzhan let out a sob, his throat tightening and constricting.

He loved her style, so he took the opportunity to rip off her tender flesh.

"I'm going to do it...it'll hurt you..."

Mingzhan changed his tune.

Chen Yao sucked on her soft, white big toe: "It gets smoother and smoother, where did it get dry?"

He started spinning around his waist, but Mingzhan had never tried this move before. He burst into tears after only a few moves and rolled his eyes.

Chapter 297 Mustard Seed Contains Mount Sumeru

Hui Ding sniffed as he entered Mingzhan's tent.

Her actions undoubtedly caught Ming Zhan's eye, and the beautiful woman, who had just been released from bed by Chen Yao, blushed uncontrollably.

"Is it hot?" Hui Ding looked at Ming Zhan curiously. "Why do you seem a bit strange today?"

"No, I was just too focused on my cultivation last night, and I'm feeling a bit disoriented today," Mingzhan said, telling a lie that even he didn't believe.

"No, your body seems to have become even more alluring." Hui Ding approached Ming Zhan with a grin and pinched her buttocks.

Mingzhan's still-present handprint on her buttocks trembled, the burning sensation on her inner thighs making her cheeks burn as well. She slapped Huiding's hand away, saying, "Can't a young lady be a little more discreet?"

Hui Ding, because she constantly inquired about Chen Yao's relationship with Ming Zhan, had already become quite good friends with him.

She leaned closer to Mingzhan's face, inhaling the scent of his slightly parted red lips: "Aren't you a young lady anymore? And you still say that about me... Why do you smell so strongly of photinia? It smells so good!"

“You…” Mingzhan turned away, overwhelmed with shame.

Chen Yao, lying behind the bed curtains, looked completely bewildered.

Are there still people in this world who find that stuff fragrant?

Hui Ding's footsteps gradually approached the bed, and Ming Zhan exclaimed in surprise, stopping his footsteps.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so startled? Is there a man in your bed?" Hui Ding asked, puzzled.

"where……"

"You guessed right." Chen Yao interrupted Ming Zhan, pulled back the bed curtains, and got up, putting on his clothes.

Hui Ding was startled. He pointed at Chen Yao and then at Ming Zhan, speechless for a long time.

Chen Yao stood up and pulled Ming Zhan into his arms: "I even dare to kiss my master, so why should I be afraid of others discovering our relationship?"

Mingzhan buried her face deep into his chest: "But, I'm so old..."

Chen Yao ignored her and asked Hui Ding, who was starting to feel uneasy, "When do we set off?"

"Anytime is fine. A group of people have already gone to Fangzhangdu. I came to find Mingzhan to ask her when she left."

Mingzhan looked at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao kissed her cheek: "It's up to you. If it gets really swollen, we can wait a few days."

Mingzhan lowered his head and nodded.

Chen Yao gently stroked her plump buttocks and patted them: "You should rest first."

"it is good."

He walked out of Mingzhan's tent, and soon after, Huiding followed him out.

Do you want me to help you expel the blood and qi?

Chen Yao turned around and asked her.

Hui Ding shook her head: "No rush. Can I ask you for a favor?"

"What kind of help?"

Hui Ding walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea of ​​clouds and the wide silver ribbon beyond the clouds: "That is the Mustard Seed River, which has the weight of Mount Sumeru contained in a mustard seed. It is a six-thousand-mile-long river, and there is only one place to cross it: Fangzhang Ferry."

"Mm," Chen Yao replied.

Hui Ding pointed to the source of the river with her slender finger: "That is the source of the Mustard Seed River, called the Abyss of Dreams. At the bottom of the abyss is a pool of sound. The essence of the pool water can enhance one's cultivation. If one has enough opportunity, one can even learn the supernatural power of Mustard Seed Sumeru."

"You want me to retrieve the essence for you?"

Hui Ding turned around, a gentle smile blooming on her beautiful face: "I would like to ask you to come with me."

"Go."

At this moment, Ling Ning walked over and said to Chen Yao with a smile.

Chen Yao took her hand: "But I want to stay with you a little longer."

Ling Ning smiled and kissed him: "Once things are settled, we, master and disciple, can stay together forever. Why worry about this little bit of time? If you can master the supernatural power of Mustard Seed Sumeru, perhaps our chances of winning will increase significantly."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Chen Yao asked, his arms around Ling Ning's waist.

Ling Ning gestured with her hand, and a slender spiral of silver light spun from her fingertips: "I must finish forging this sword as soon as possible. This sword can slay demons."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Could you gift your master a replica of the immortal sword?"

Chen Yao drew his immortal sword and separated one of them.

Ling Ning took it, tiptoed and kissed him deeply for a while, then parted her lips and said, "Be careful."

"it is good."

Chen Yao took Hui Xiang and flew towards the Dream Abyss.

"Is there an illusion in the Abyss of Dreams?" Chen Yao landed on the edge of the abyss, with illusory clouds and mist beneath his feet, making it impossible to see how deep the abyss below was.

“No. This place was once the retreat of a great Buddhist master. He separated all his life’s dreams from his sea of ​​consciousness and sank them into the abyss, hence the name,” Huiding explained. “These dreams, when they encountered the scenery, had already taken on a tangible form.”

"Such powerful cultivation," Chen Yao scanned the illusionary cloud with his divine sense, but couldn't penetrate it. "What preparations are needed?"

"A sincere heart." Hui Ding grabbed Chen Yao's sleeve and pulled him into the abyss.

Trees grow in abundance at the bottom of the abyss, streams flow swiftly, and birds, beasts, and fish roam freely, each finding its own joy.

A thriving and prosperous scene.

A few taps of a wooden fish sounded from somewhere.

Hui Ding and Chen Yao walked forward.

The wooden fish began to resonate.

The two turned a corner and found a golden monk, no bigger than a palm, perched on a tree branch.

The monk struck a wooden fish the size of a finger, repeatedly chanting the same phrase: "This humble monk wishes to convert to this state!"

"What do you mean by 'transform'?"

Chen Yao asked, his divine sense detected a path ahead with abundant spiritual energy, but what lay before him was a mountain wall.

Clearly, this is a hurdle.

"This is how I wish to transform it!"

The little monk lowered his head, looked at Chen Yao and Hui Ding, and then smashed the wooden fish down.

Chen Yao dodged, but Mu Yu relentlessly pursued Hui Ding.

"Women must not defile this sacred Buddhist site!"

The little monk's figure blurred, and in an instant he grew to be over a hundred feet tall, his head touching the clouds.

Hui Ding was chased by the wooden fish and fled in a disheveled state, angrily shouting, "What's wrong with women? Weren't you born of women?"

"No, this humble monk does not."

"..."

Hui Ding had nothing to say. He stretched out his fingers and made a hand seal. A row of earth spikes rose up from the ground and knocked the wooden fish away.

The small wooden fish fell into the monk's hand, swelled in the wind, and crashed down like a small mountain.

"I...go!" Hui Ding quickly tore up pieces of the earthen wall and wrapped herself in it.