At this moment, Ling Yuan's snow-white skin was tinged with a delicate rosy hue.

Her beautiful eyes were hazy, cold yet alluring.

Her red lips were slightly parted, her breath fragrant as orchids.

Jun Xiaoyao was able to temporarily resist the erosion of the lover's flower mist because of his three-world primordial spirit, plus the ancient lotus seed.

But Ling Yuan was different.

Perhaps her primordial spirit wasn't much weaker than Jun Xiaoyao's.

But she didn't have a lotus seed.

Additionally, she had previously experienced hundreds of karmic relationships with Jun Xiaoyao in the illusions of the Reincarnation Sea.

It was like gunpowder, needing only a spark to explode.

And now, the lover's flower mist was undoubtedly that raging fire.

Those deeply etched memories of love she experienced with Jun Xiaoyao throughout reincarnation.

Now they gushed forth in Ling Yuan's heart like a fountain.

Combined with the subtle influence she had received from Tiannu Yuan, it was even harder to resist.

"No... This Palace will not..."

Ling Yuan struggled, trying hard to control her actions.

Her exquisitely beautiful snow-white face showed signs of inner conflict.

"This Palace will absolutely not with you..."

Ling Yuan's phoenix eyes stared fixedly at the white-robed figure sitting cross-legged before her.

Jun Xiaoyao could barely maintain his own clear consciousness, preventing himself from falling into the eternal abyss, let alone have energy to deal with Ling Yuan.

More and more illusions appeared before Ling Yuan's eyes.

In one of her reincarnations, she was a cursed lone star of calamity.

Jun Xiaoyao was a peerless immortal master in white.

Their meeting destined Ling Yuan to fall for him.

Jun Xiaoyao took her as his disciple, becoming the moonlight in her heart.

But in the end, Jun Xiaoyao chose the world's people over her.

In that life, she hated extremely, and loved extremely.

In another life, she was a woman waiting for a young general in white to return from war, ultimately gazing at the autumn waters in vain, unable to wait for his return.

In yet another life, she was a small peach spirit, while Jun Xiaoyao was the heir of a demon-hunting family.

They promised to see thousands of mountains and waters together, but in the end, Jun Xiaoyao personally executed her with his sword.

In short, every life was deeply etched in memory.

Any woman who experienced even one such life would remember it forever.

Not to mention a hundred lifetimes of love.

It was like having it carved into her heart with a knife.

Combined with the flower mist released by countless lover's flowers in this place.

Ling Yuan could hardly resist anymore.

Although she tried her best to keep her mind clear, her head was becoming increasingly foggy.

One lover's flower was enough to make someone obsessed.

This place was covered with lover's flowers, numbering in the tens of millions.

Blooming simultaneously, even nuns would renounce their vows.

In the end, Ling Yuan looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her hazy eyes no longer concealing her feelings.

She slowly walked toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Her perfect figure began to reveal itself.

Her skin was like jade, as lustrous as snow, radiating a delicate, flawless glow like porcelain.

That "Jun" character mark on her snow-white thigh was particularly eye-catching.

Jun Xiaoyao just watched calmly.

As the most noble and admired female sovereign of the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain's Celestial Court.

At this moment, Ling Yuan was very proactive, undoing her own clothes.

She had completely fallen under the spell.

No...

Perhaps certain hidden things were just being activated, taking this opportunity.

What followed was not easy for Jun Xiaoyao.

Because his will had to be even more firm.

Otherwise, if he also completely lost himself.

Then neither he nor Ling Yuan would be able to leave this place.

As for Meng Zhan and the others, Jun Xiaoyao couldn't count on them.

No one knew what the situation outside was like now.

Jun Xiaoyao continued to refine the Hell Soul Demon Flower.

But Ling Yuan kept disturbing him.

Very restless.

"Don't disturb me!"

Jun Xiaoyao slapped down with a smack.

He was neither a moral saint nor the unflappable Liu Xiahui who could sit unmoved with a beauty in his lap.

It was just that in the current situation, he truly had no interest in appreciating an imperial woman's coquettish behavior.

Not to mention this imperial woman was his opponent and enemy.

A red handprint appeared.

Ling Yuan slightly frowned, letting out a pleasurable sigh.

"Oh my..."

Jun Xiaoyao was slightly stunned.

Seemingly discovering this cold imperial woman's unknown personal preference.

As Ling Yuan continued to harass him, Jun Xiaoyao had no choice but to deliver a chop to her neck, knocking her unconscious.

Jun Xiaoyao could finally refine the Hell Soul Demon Flower in peace.

Finally, after several days.

Accompanied by powerful soul waves, Jun Xiaoyao felt surges of spiritual power in his mind and soul.

His primordial spirit had strengthened considerably.

Although he hadn't reached the Eternal Sand level primordial spirit, he was already much stronger than before.

To describe it, he had probably reached the small perfection of the Immeasurable level.

Plus, that ancient lotus seed inside Jun Xiaoyao's body had already released much pure energy.

Jun Xiaoyao could finally be unaffected by this place.

It could be said that anyone else would find it difficult to escape this place and would completely sink into it.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao looked at Ling Yuan lying on the ground.

Not knowing what strange dream Ling Yuan was having, her face was very red, her red lips unconsciously murmuring Jun Xiaoyao's name.

Judging by her appearance, in Ling Yuan's dream, she must have formed some pure and wonderful connection with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed contemplative intent.

Honestly, he could abandon Ling Yuan and leave her to sink here.

But this would also affect Tiannu Yuan, preventing her from gaining true freedom.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao's plan still needed the Seven Rebel Sovereigns.

Ling Yuan was an important part of the Seven Rebel Sovereigns, and he still needed her as a tool, so she couldn't have any issues for now.

"Consider yourself lucky."

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head lightly, placing a finger on Ling Yuan's forehead.

Using his primordial spirit and magical power to flush out the lover's flower pollen from her body.

At the same time, the pure energy emitted by the ancient lotus seed also entered Ling Yuan's body.

Gradually, Ling Yuan's rosy delicate skin slowly returned to its lustrous white.

After a quarter of an hour, Ling Yuan's long black eyelashes trembled as she opened her phoenix eyes.

Her first reaction was confusion and bewilderment.

Her second reaction was to recall the scenes from her dream, her jade face instantly turning red as fire, filled with disbelief.

It was supposed to be a pleasant dream, but why did it feel like a nightmare when recalled after waking?

Her third reaction, Ling Yuan belatedly discovered that she was completely naked.

Fourth, Jun Xiaoyao was just standing calmly in front of Ling Yuan, observing her with an expressionless face.

Boom!

Ling Yuan felt as if thousands of thunderbolts struck simultaneously in her mind!

She felt dizzy, her expression still blank, as if dumbfounded.

What kind of nightmare had she experienced?

"Are you still looking!?"

Ling Yuan hurriedly took out a long dress from her spatial artifact to cover herself.

But suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her buttocks.

It was a bright red handprint.

Ling Yuan's mind went blank again.

She had been spanked?

"I never expected the noble Celestial Court Sovereign to have such a special preference," Jun Xiaoyao's expression carried a hint of cold mockery.

"Jun Xiaoyao, this Palace will kill you!"

Ling Yuan changed into a glass-like long dress, gritting her teeth, filled with shame and anger, thrusting a sword toward Jun Xiaoyao!

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