Ruozhu's journey is too addictive, and being able to communicate with himself is a realm, and that joy is indescribable. It's a blessing to be able to communicate with others, laughing, crying, and any emotional outpouring is not excessive. Along the way, Ruozhu sighed about what life is, and also did a little understanding of the things in the market, the vast majority of the people who have devoted themselves to the cultivation world are for the so-called fame, and the pursuit of the so-called fame and fortune has always been the most eager. This has led some alien forces to cut into the seams, using quick success as bait to kidnap some people whose minds have been obscured by fame, and then let them embark on a seemingly straight road, but in fact there is no turning back. All of this is as Li Jingzhi said, in addition to resentment, Ruozhu has also personally killed some undisguised alien cultivators, and found that the strength of these people should not be underestimated, especially the kind of weird and changeable exercises, in the case of equal strength, orthodox cultivators are very likely to be enlightened because they can't figure out the pulse. And the most disgusting thing about Ruozhu is the place of a goddess pavilion. They only accept female disciples, and the girls who have not left the pavilion are better, and they are even more lethal to those helpless young women who go out to cultivate because of men. The harm is as deep as that of a falcon to a chick, and a jackal to a lamb, adding to the woes of many families that are already on the verge of breaking. After some inquiry, the pavilion master of the Goddess Pavilion was very handsome and extremely cruel. In the area of its radiation, geese have plucked their feathers, and they have done everything they can. In order to be able to go deep into the Goddess Pavilion to explore its interior, Wakatake endured the pain and dressed up as a woman, and wandered around a mountain near the Goddess Pavilion every day. Finally, one day he was discovered by the disciples of the Goddess Pavilion, so he was brought to the Pavilion very smoothly.

Through a strong sense of perception and a level of understanding of cultivation, the Goddess Pavilion's exercises are biased towards the path of charm, which is also very consistent with the fact that it only accepts female disciples. In fact, this kind of exercise is not included in the outliers, but the Goddess Pavilion's unique approach made it fall out of the orthodox avenue and fall into the side door.

It was the second day of entering the Goddess Pavilion, and as usual, three meals a day were served, but it was not yet the time to accept apprentices, and Ruozhu held back in order not to make any extraneous branches. At that time, there was also a woman who lived in the same room with her, and she was dressed as a village woman, but in her eyes, Wakatake could see a kind of stupidity blinded by fantasy. When the moon was on the east mountain, two female disciples came, and after entering the house, they looked at the two of them and took the village girl out directly. Ruozhu guessed that there might be some bad actions to mention in person, otherwise who would mention someone in the middle of the night. The strength of the two female disciples is average, and the pace under their feet is heavy, and when Ruozhu sees this, he makes a decisive move, and gets rid of one of the women in the house. I thought that there might not be another woman at the time, and after asking the reason for the beginning and the end, I took myself with me, but I didn't know that the female disciple was unmoved by what happened in front of her at all, and dying a person was like a dead flying insect, and she didn't even look at it much. This couldn't help but make Ruozhu even more suspicious of what kind of existence this Goddess Pavilion could train his own people to such a cold-blooded level.

The Goddess Pavilion covers an area of very wide, and it is not half a star larger than the Qingxu Gate. To get from one place to another, it is even necessary to climb over a mountain that is not very high, and this is enough to prove it. The destination of the trip was a mountain col, which was slightly claustrophobic and the air flow here was very difficult. When I first came in, I could still smell the smell of nightshade, and when I walked deeply, it was replaced by a pungent smell, and the more I got to it, the more I felt that the smell was unbearable, and I once felt like the world was spinning. In desperation, he had to forcibly hold his breath and concentrate, and constantly dispel the lingering stench with the true qi in his body. And it was at this time that Ruozhu peeked at the two people beside him, and the female disciple was always expressionless, just like a painting painted by a painter who was not good at painting, dull and stiff. Could she not have to breathe? For the first time in her life, Ruozhu focused her gaze on a woman. Since it was night, the vision was not very clear, and the mountain road was bullying and bumpy, and it was a bit strange to be sure that this disciple was breathing normally after observing it for a while. When Ruozhu shifted his gaze to the village girl, something even more incredible happened......

The village girl's state at this time could be described as dancing with her hands, and it was evident that if there was not something that interested her in summoning her, it was the unpleasant smell that made her feel very useful. What's going on? Looking at the way the eyebrows flutter doesn't seem to be fake, is it...... Ruozhu thought of those meals, he had never eaten a bite, first, there was no need, and secondly, he needed to be vigilant at all times in such an unfamiliar environment, especially for the things that cut the skin, and he should maintain a state of no confidence. This is far more effective than mere confrontation......

All conjectures need to be verified by facts, and Ruozhu is ready to wait and see what happens. The road under his feet became more and more unclear, and the stars in the sky gradually disappeared under the dense shade of the ghostly trees, and even Ruozhu's cultivation felt a chill down his spine.

Is there such an eerie place in the world? Even sealing one's own perception can't stop the continuous seeping of that gloomy aura...... Ruozhu was thinking about what choice he should make if he encountered a crisis, and at this moment, the three of them pushed aside a bush, and their eyes instantly became open, and with several braziers lit, Ruozhu seemed to have a feeling of returning to the No. 1 trial room of Tieshanmen.

The three middle-aged women with dull faces, like dead people, mechanically waved the rusty machete in their hands, and with one or two blows, the head of a fox on the chopping board fell to the ground. The screams were horrible, and the smell of blood mixed with the fox's stench distorted the woods. There was a large basin underneath the chopping board, and it was clear that they were just asking for the blood of the foxes. At this moment, a young woman dressed like the disciple next to her walked over, her slender figure could not make people feel good in this environment, but it was the face that seemed to be smiling that made people shudder.

The woman came to Ruozhu and the three approached, just glanced at Ruozhu, and then directly looked at the village girl beside Ruozhu. With a hand on the village girl's shoulder, she quieted down, who was originally very excited, and then followed the woman to the middle of the field.

"Bang!"

A basin full of fox blood was splashed directly on the village girl's body, and the fishy smell that instantly diffused even knocked the flames on several braziers at the same time. The woman standing on the side was unmoved, still staring at the village girl who had turned into a bloody person. After about half a pillar of incense, the woman waved her hand lightly, and another basin of fox blood was poured on the top of the village girl, and the woman withdrew to the side at this time, with that annoying look on her face, alternating between light and dark against the backdrop of the constantly beating flames.

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