The Gu Mother now wishes that she could put on a pair of wings and be able to fly away from the fierce stars chasing behind.

Fang Xuanwei's divine consciousness sword had already left a deep psychological shadow on the Gu mother, and the frightened Gu mother didn't dare to muster up the courage to stay and fight with Xuanwei!

Although the Gu Mother's spiritual intelligence is not high, its survival instinct is very strong!

The Qingping sword in the Cold Moon Sword Box behind Xuan Wei was out of its sheath, and it burst out with a sharp sword that seemed to be able to cut the sky and the earth, and after a distance, it made Gu Mu faintly feel the pain of her skin.

This sword, Gu Mu is absolutely unable to resist, if you don't escape, it is a dead end!

So, there is no choice but to escape!

It's really weak, pitiful, and helpless!

"Edict!" Xuanwei used his divine sense to resist the sword, and the Qingping sword turned into a green rainbow that ran through the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Qingping Sword had already flown behind the Gu Mother.

Even if the Gu Mother gave up her old life and flew wildly, she still couldn't shake off the Qingping Sword behind her, which was like a maggot on the tarsal bone. On the contrary, the distance between Qingping Sword and Gu Mother is still rapidly shortening and approaching!

The cyan sword is like a lotus blooming, and above the edge of the petals, there is a hazy cold light, like a misty smoke moon in the sky.

It's hard to imagine that Jian Gang can show such a vibrant beauty.

But as the saying goes, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

Behind the vitality of this sword lotus, there is a poignant beauty that buries life!

The Gu Mother's body split inch by inch as the lotus bloomed, and then completely disappeared into this world in the withering of the lotus, as if it had never existed since the beginning, just like the lotus flower that bloomed and suddenly withered in an instant.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! Sword cultivation is worthy of being an ancient school, but it has its own extraordinary!" Xuan Wei recalled the Qingping Sword and put it into the Cold Moon Sword Box with his backhand to continue to cultivate.

Compared with today's more uniform Jindan Avenue, there are various schools of monks in ancient times, among which there are many sword cultivators who specialize in swordsmanship.

Maybe the comprehensiveness of sword cultivation is not enough, and it tends to get narrower and narrower on the path of cultivation, but it is undeniable that in the battle of the same level, the combat power of sword cultivation is definitely the best among them!

For Xuan Wei, at the moment, he has sufficient means to protect his life and control, but his output ability is slightly lacking, and the way of the sword just makes up for Xuan Wei's shortcomings.

Once Xuanwei completely adapts to the skyrocketing cultivation, and at the same time, the way of the sword goes hand in hand, perhaps the invincible and even the challenge of the same level will become possible.

It's also interesting to say, the more others practice, the more difficult it is to improve, but Xuanwei is good, and the more you practice, the more smooth the road.

If someone knows about Xuanwei's situation, I am afraid that their hearts will be as sour as a lemon: the same monk, why can you be so good?

……

Island country, in a resort in a hot spring mountain resort.

In each room, dozens or hundreds of young women were imprisoned, and they didn't have a single strand on their bodies, except for a card-like tag around their necks.

At first glance, it looks like a livestock in a livestock farm!

The women huddled together, staring at the door in horror, as if a terrible demon would appear when the door opened.

Click~~~

Suddenly, there was a slight knock at the door.

But such an inscrutable voice fell on the ears of the woman in the room, but it exploded in her ears like thunder. They scrambled to retreat into the corner, grabbing the hair of the person in front of them with their hands and squeezing the stomach of the person behind them, just hoping to get a little further away from the door!

"Lab 3, Subject No. 235-287, the 27th cultivation experiment, starts now!" said a middle-aged man in a white coat with a very indifferent expression, to the entourage holding the folder behind him.

The man's eyes stared at the young body of the woman in the room, but there was no desire in his eyes, as if the white flesh seemed to him to be no different from the pork sold in the vegetable market!

One of the attendants brought a large jar, placed it lightly on the ground, and slowly lifted the lid from it.

During the whole process, the entourage did not dare to come out, and when the lid was lifted, he immediately withdrew as if he was facing a great enemy, as if he was afraid that if he took a step too slowly, he would lose his life.

Rustle~~~

The jar shook slightly, and a tingling sound came from it.

Through the dim light, I saw colorful worms slowly crawling out of the jar!

These worms come in a variety of shapes, and the colorful patterns are entangled, which is really disgusting.

"It is your honor to be able to witness the birth of God as test subjects, lowly sows!" The man's face was filled with a look of fanaticism that was completely different from before, and his whole body trembled with heavy breathing.

In the next second, the man's hands were clenched at his chest, and his body twitched like a spasm.

From the perspective of several entourage, they could clearly see that an inexplicable pool of liquid was flowing from under the man's trousers.

For ordinary people, they would definitely shout "perverted", "ghost animal" and "disgusting" when they saw this scene, but several entourages did not dare to show even the slightest discomfort from their stomachs.

Suddenly, the worms seemed to smell delicious food, and rushed towards the liquid at the man's feet.

The worm at the head opened its mouth and greedily devoured the liquid on the ground, but before it could swallow a second bite, the worm behind it bit directly on its body, swallowing the liquid contaminated on its body and swallowing it into its stomach.

A group of worms frantically tore into a ball, fighting for the liquid on the ground, writhing bodies and colorful juices everywhere, and the scene was very oozing for a while!

The women in the room were already in a state of overwhelm, some were crying, some were screaming, some were stunned, and some were even insane and laughing maniacally.

After a while, more than a dozen shiny worms crawled out of the pile of insect corpses, their size was much stronger than Fang Cai, and the mouthparts of Sen Ran and the minced flesh left on them all revealed the horror of these worms.

"Go, my darlings!" said the man softly, looking lovingly at the remaining worms.

As if they understood the man's words, more than a dozen worms looked at the women in the room, and the foul-smelling mucus flowed from their mouthparts.

An obese white worm resembling stick insects took the lead and rushed towards a girl on the outermost periphery.

The girl's face turned pale and she squeezed in like crazy, but where would the woman inside let her in, and pushed her out with all her might.

The desperate girl stretched out her feet and kicked at the worm, but the seemingly fat worm's movements were so swift that its mouthparts opened several times its size, and easily bit off the girl's thighs!

"It hurts! it hurts!" the fallen girl rolled on the ground, her better face twisted and hideous from the pain.

The worm's body shrank, and it was clear that it had swallowed a thigh just now, but its size was far less obvious than that of the previous swelling after eating the fluid.

The girl's struggle gradually weakened, and the worm slowly crawled onto it.

Immediately after, the worm slammed into the girl's lower body!

The girl who had just fallen silent hissed and wailed again, her violent eyes staring at the crowd behind her, as if seeking the last help.