"Seven Absolute Beauty Array, however, compared to my Drunken Dream Building's Yanxiang Beauty Array, it's too far behind." Jun Han patted his palm with the jade flute, the word "desire" is very easy to pass, in fact, the easiest thing for a man to restrain is beauty, but the easiest thing to sink is also beauty.

After walking a few steps, a breeze blew in the peach blossom forest, and the pink peach blossoms rose and fell, and a woman dressed in pink light gauze and as beautiful as a fairy was in the peach blossom rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, fluttering.

"Childe." This woman is not flattering, but her whole body exudes grace and elegance, her arms are stretched, and she holds the umbrella above Mu Linfeng's head: "Childe, it's raining, but don't get wet." ”

"Rakshasa Array." Jun Leng watched the woman's movements and spat out these three words from his thin lips.

The beauty Rakshasa feeds on human flesh and blood.

The woman smiled dignifiedly, her smile did not decrease, but Mu Linfeng's figure had quickly retreated from the range of the oil-paper umbrella.

Throwing off the umbrella, the umbrella surface made a few circles on the ground before stopping, the woman's hands turned into sharp claws, retracting freely, and hit Jun Han's face, Jun Han flew up, and his fingertips refracted a subtle light, hitting the center of the Rakshasa Woman's eyebrows, the Rakshasa Girl was annoyed by Jun Han's counterattack, and roared, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and its shape was terrifying.

In the roar of the Rakshasa Woman, the falling peach petals turned into sharp blades, constantly attacking Jun Han.

Jun Han shuttled in the gap of the blade, his coat was cut into pieces, and in the blink of an eye he had arrived in front of the oil-paper umbrella of Fangcai, his right hand was lightly hooked, and the umbrella was already in his hand, covering in front of him, the sharp blade slammed open after touching the oil-paper umbrella, and the sound of impact passed, everything in the forest returned to normal, and even the umbrella he held in his hand suddenly disappeared, only the damage on the coat told him that the danger of Fangcai was true, if he did not find the way to crack it in time, I am afraid that he would have been dead on the spot, and this umbrella is the door.

"It seems that the person who set up this ecstasy nine formations prefers women." Mu Linfeng smiled indifferently and continued to move forward, this level is "evil", the daughter of the Rakshasa is the evil of the human heart, the more evil the human heart, the more difficult it is to break this level, if there is no evil in the heart. This level will automatically disintegrate.

The seven emotions of people are just "joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire", and now, the seven emotions of the nine formations of ecstasy have passed two levels, and the remaining five levels must be dealt with more carefully.

Shezi flowers appeared, fiery red all over the field, another illusion was generated, Jun Han stepped into the flowers, and the intoxicating aroma was refreshing.

"Brother Mo." Out of nowhere, a childish child's voice sounded, Jun Han looked around, and reminded himself again, remember, this is a fantasy, don't be fooled by it.

"Brother Mo." Another call, straight to the heart.

A little girl appeared in front of Jun Han's eyes, and she shouted over and over again: "Brother Mo." ”

The cinnabar between the eyebrows is full of elegance, and between the eyebrows, it is also quite like Moyue, I didn't expect that Moyue's childhood would appear in this fantasy.

A little boy ran from behind Jun Han to Mo Yue, holding a large bouquet of fiery red flowers in his hand.

"Yue'er, Daddy said that he wanted to marry you to me as a daughter-in-law, are you willing?" The little boy asked.

"Brother Mo, will you be good to me for the rest of your life?" The little girl tilted her head and asked.

"As long as Yue'er is obedient, I will be good to you for the rest of my life." The little boy said.

"That means if I'm disobedient, you're not going to treat me well, are you?" The little girl pouted and shook her little head: "Then I don't want to marry you, you should listen to me." ”