darknovel Chapter 135 My senior sister cried for revenge, but I was enjoying the soft fragrance of her body.
Chapter 135 My senior sister cried for revenge, but I was enjoying the soft fragrance of her body.
"The eldest brother is right."
Wenren Ji suddenly spoke.
His voice was cold.
Cherish words like gold.
"That level of anomaly is inevitably accompanied by that level of danger."
"Those who went were all old monsters in the late stage of Core Formation."
"There might even be a Nascent Soul Ancestor clone who suppressed his cultivation to enter."
"Shall we go?"
"That's for the monsters to have extra food."
Xie Buci gave his usually quiet junior brother an appreciative look.
I poured him a cup of tea.
"This child is teachable."
The other two junior disciples who remained were initially somewhat eager to make a move.
Hearing the senior brother's "invitation to the King of Hell" and Wenren Ji's terrifying remarks...
I shivered instantly.
Those restless thoughts were immediately extinguished.
"and……"
Xie Buci stood up.
At this moment, the mountain wind blew the hem of his clothes.
He watched as countless streams of light, like moths to a flame, rushed towards the Valley of Broken Souls in the distance.
He gave a knowing smile.
"Such a loud noise attracted all the flies."
That means...
"The rest of the place is quiet."
"There are fewer guarding monsters."
"The vicious dogs that used to steal our food are gone."
"Those less desirable spots are now just unlocked backyards."
Xie did not refuse to unfold his folding fan.
He turned around gracefully.
It pointed in a direction completely opposite to that of the Valley of Broken Souls.
It was a seemingly ordinary forest of dead trees.
"Let's go."
"I'll take you to find some bargains."
"This is called..."
"Tian Ji's horse racing strategy: a dimensional reduction attack."
Qin Wanzhuang took a deep look at Xie Buci's retreating figure.
There was no rebuttal.
I followed silently.
Xie Buci, that guy.
It doesn't seem reliable.
In reality, he's darker than anyone else.
……
Right side of the rocky hill.
Ye Changfeng stopped in his tracks.
He looked at the distant sky filled with flowing light, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He smiled from the bottom of his heart.
"It's good that they all went."
"There are too many people."
"It would dirty my sword."
He touched the ring in his pocket.
That's his source of confidence.
It is also because he doesn't need to compete for that kind of "popular opportunity".
"Master."
"Is the Sword Tomb just ahead?"
He meditated in his heart.
In my mind, that aged voice carried a sense of relief.
"That's right."
"That is the path that belongs to you."
"Go, Changfeng."
"Avoid the noise, and you will achieve your goal."
The current chaos is exactly the cover he needs most.
Ye Changfeng quickened his pace.
They walked towards the direction of the soaring sword intent they sensed.
……
"Boom—!"
A thunderclap ripped through the sky.
Followed by.
The torrential rain began without warning.
This rain.
It's red.
It carried a strong stench of blood.
It seems that even the heavens could not bear to see the carnage on this land and shed tears of blood.
Lin Miaoyin hid in a narrow cave.
She was soaked to the bone.
That once gorgeous red dress was now tattered and torn.
Large areas of skin covered in mud were exposed.
She held the broken-stringed pipa tightly in her hands.
It's like clinging to the only support in the world.
Outside the cave.
Several powerful auras swept past.
Those were the righteous cultivators who had been chasing her before.
But at the moment.
Those people didn't bother searching for her at all.
Everyone rushed frantically toward the direction of Broken Soul Valley.
That astonishing phenomenon made them seethe with rage.
Compared to priceless treasures.
The head of one demonic witch is clearly not enough.
"They're gone..."
Lin Miaoyin let out a long sigh of relief.
My body leaned against the cold rock wall.
It slid down slowly.
The relief of surviving the ordeal did not last long.
Instead.
It was an overwhelming hatred.
She looked at the blood-red rain curtain outside the cave.
His eyes burned with the flames of revenge.
"right way……"
"The Vast Sword Sect..."
"I, Lin Miaoyin, will remember this debt."
"As long as I don't die."
"One day, I will turn you all into puppets and torture you day and night!"
She gritted her teeth.
My fingers turned white from exerting too much force.
Sudden.
A figure appeared in her mind.
That one is in the rocky forest.
Mingming was terrified.
But they still rushed out without hesitation.
With a not-so-wide back view.
The boy who shielded her from a fatal sword strike.
That one is always so timid and hesitant.
The voice calling her "Senior Sister".
"Junior Brother Mo..."
Lin Miaoyin's eyes suddenly reddened.
In this cold, cruel, and treacherous world of cultivation.
In this treacherous sect, where even one's own parents are betrayed for profit.
There really were people there.
He was willing to die for her.
"Don't worry."
"Your senior sister won't let you die in vain."
"Your senior sister will avenge you."
"Your name will be engraved on the Heart Demon Stele by your senior sister, and she will worship it day and night."
She didn't know.
At this moment, she was deeply moved by the "martyr" for whom she was preparing to erect a monument in his honor.
He was carrying another woman on his back.
Less than fifty miles away from her.
He ran for his life, cursing and swearing.
……
"Achoo!"
at this time.
The person that Lin Miaoyin is "commemorating".
He was carrying a heavy burden of trouble, running frantically through the pile of rocks.
Mo Chengyue rubbed his nose.
"Who's talking about me?"
"Could it be that some woman is preparing to burn paper money for me?"
"unlucky."
He moved with incredible speed.
The light of the Supreme Speed Talisman shimmered on his legs.
However, he did not use any spiritual power to activate his movement technique.
Running purely on physical strength.
Because of this place.
It was a true "base area behind enemy lines".
Flying in the sky.
It runs on the ground.
They were all righteous cultivators who had gone mad with bloodlust.
A slight fluctuation of spiritual energy was leaked.
They would become sitting ducks.
"Smack."
A hand slapped Mo Chengyue's face, neither too hard nor too soft.
It doesn't hurt much.
It even carried a hint of provocation.
"Junior brother~"
"Why do you look like you're going to a funeral?"
"Smile!"
With a dark expression, Mo Chengyue carried the woman who was clinging to him like an octopus, quickly weaving through the shadows of the rocks.
His body was covered with all sorts of colorful talismans.
The same applies to Yu Jianhuan.
The two were still wrapped in that huge black cloak, making them look like a moving black stone.
"Shut up."
Mo Chengyue lowered his voice and pushed the "Heavenly Dragon Steps" under his feet to their limit, trying not to stir up a single speck of dust.
"If you say another word, I'll throw you down."
"Are you willing to part with it?"
Yu Jianhuan lay on his back.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Two long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.
She's actually not in a good state right now.
Although he survived, he suffered severe internal injuries and would experience excruciating pain if he used his spiritual power even slightly.
But that didn't stop her from "torturing" Mo Chengyue in another way.
She leaned close to Mo Chengyue's ear, her warm breath seeping into his neck.
"Can you just shut up for a second?"
Mo Chengyue gave the person on his back a jolt of annoyance.
Trying to make her behave.
"This is a matter of life and death."
"Can you be a little nervous?"
"I'm so nervous."
Yu Jianhuan chuckled.
The laughter sent a shiver down Mo Chengyue's spine.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue.
She gently licked Mo Chengyue's earlobe.
The actions were extremely provocative.