She looked at Wang Gang, who was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, and her heart was beating like a drum.
Although Wang Gang promised that this was the lost Nine Nether Yin and Yang Manual from ancient times, there was always a sense of inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
"Junior Sister Jing'er, relax."
Wang Gang opened his eyes, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in them.
"Just follow the divine power route I guide you through later and circulate it around the body."
Wang Jing bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Brother, can this technique really help me break through to the Divine Emperor realm?"
Wang Gang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and took out a jade slip shining with golden light from his arms.
"This is what I got from the ancient divine cave. If it weren't for the fact that you and I share the same surname, I would be lucky."
He paused deliberately, flashed the jade slip in front of Wang Jing's eyes, and then took it back.
"If you don't believe me, it's not too late to quit now."
Wang Jing hurriedly reached out, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing her snow-white wrists.
"I believe in you, brother."
There was a desire for power in her eyes. The sect competition in three months was just around the corner. If she couldn't break through, she didn't know when she would be able to become a core disciple.
And she was afraid that Shen Lang would abandon her once he broke through to the Divine Emperor realm.
After all, the gap between the two people has become increasingly larger.
Moreover, there were many women surrounding Shen Lang, and all this gave her a sense of crisis.
A hint of a triumphant smile flashed across Wang Gang's eyes. He formed seals with his hands, and the formation in the cave suddenly lit up with a faint blue light.
"Then let's get started."
The voice of the Heart-Eating Demon Lord sounded in his ears, low and bewitching, with irresistible magic.
His palm slowly stroked her shoulder, his fingertips were cold, like a venomous snake slithering around, making her shiver involuntarily.
His fingertips caressed her delicate skin, sliding down from her collarbone and gently lifting up her collar.
Wang Jing's whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously tried to close her clothes, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it on top of her head.
"What are you going to do?" Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of fear and shame.
The Heart-Eating Demon Lord chuckled softly and did not answer. Instead, he leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe.
The hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, causing a slight shudder.
"Relax."
As the formation was operating, Wang Jing felt a gentle divine power coming from Wang Gang's palm, guiding the divine power in her body to run along a special route.
Everything was normal at first, but gradually, she found that her physical strength began to flow uncontrollably into the meridians connecting the two of them.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Wang Jing frowned and felt weak.
"This is normal." Wang Gang's voice suddenly became low. "The Nine Nether Yin and Yang Manual must be dispersed before it can be gathered. Junior Sister, please be patient for a moment."
Wang Jing endured the discomfort and continued to practice the exercises according to Wang Gang's instructions.
She didn't notice that Wang Gang's pupils had quietly turned into a strange dark red, and what was running in his body was not the so-called Nine Nether Yin and Yang Manual, but the long-lost Yin and Yang Heaven-stealing Art of the Demonic Path.
As time passed, fine beads of sweat oozed out of Wang Jing's snow-white skin.
She felt as if there was an invisible vortex in her body, madly devouring the pure Yin essence that she had cultivated for many years.
What was even more terrifying was that although she had clearly sensed something was wrong, her body seemed to be under a spell and she couldn't break free.
The next moment, the sound of clothes tearing was particularly harsh in the silent house.
Wang Jing trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to curl up.
"Don't move." The Heart-Eating Demon Lord spoke in a low voice, carrying irresistible magic power.
Wang Jing didn't dare to struggle, she could only close her eyes and let him look at her body at will.
The Heart Devouring Demon Lord's gaze greedily swept over every inch of her skin, her snow-white neck, her delicate collarbone...
"As expected of a pure Yin body."
He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her neck.
Wang Jing trembled all over and a slight sob escaped from her throat.
The Heart-Eating Demon Lord's lips were cold and moist, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, moving across her skin.
The next moment, Wang Jing suddenly opened her eyes and spoke with some fear and trembling.
"Brother Wang, I, I'm a little scared—"
However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Wang Gang's action.
Wang Jing suddenly arched her back and subconsciously pressed her hands against his chest.
"Don't!"
The Heart-Eating Demon Lord turned a deaf ear to her and instead became even more wanton, leaving red marks on her snow-white skin.
"You regret it now? It's too late." The Heart-Eating Demon Lord sneered.
"ah--"
With a scream of pain, Wang Jing's back suddenly tensed up and her nails dug deep into the torn dress.
The purple light in the Heart-devouring Demon Lord's eyes grew stronger. Instead of showing pity, he became even more excited.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Feel it well. This is the price of power."
Wang Jing raised her head and let out a shrill scream, tears instantly bursting out of her eyes.
However, her screams only made the Heart-Eating Demon Lord happier.
He activated the "Yin Yang Heaven-Seizing Art" and began to frantically devour Wang Jing's pure Yin power.
Wang Jing's whole body was convulsing, and she felt an extremely cold force surging into her body, frantically plundering her pure yin energy.
If at the beginning her pure Yin power was just flowing out like a small stream, now it is like a river bursting its banks.
Her cultivation level is declining!
"Stop... please!"
Wang Jing was beginning to panic and begged in a hoarse voice.
The Heart-Eating Demon Lord turned a deaf ear to it and instead devoured even more crazily.
His pupils turned completely purple, and demonic energy lingered around him, like a demon god descending to the earth!
Wang Jing's consciousness began to blur, and in extreme pain, she could only keep comforting herself.
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