Chapter 117: Meals
This incident really made Yan Qing angry, he was a man, and he was also an extremely protective man, which was much the same as Ling Feng.
All the girls in the dungeon curled up their bodies hard at this moment, their faces were pale and weak, they only had endless fear in their minds now, their hearts seemed to be tightly pinched by a demon grasp, the temperature of the space dropped rapidly, and the air was like a sharp blade, invisibly cutting their flesh and blood, even if there was no real blood overflowing, this terrifying aura was enough to make these naΓ―ve girls tremble.
But in another instant, this pressure suddenly disappeared, and these girls began to gasp for air, not daring to look directly at Ling Feng.
"Hehe......"
A sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, Ling Feng stood up and threw the corpse of the person from before into the Eternal Hell inside the Lingyuan Gods Tower, those ghosts liked this kind of fresh corpse very much.
Changing into his costume, he picked up the bloodshot mask, wiped it off, and brought it back with him, before he repaired the broken walls.
The martial artists of the Bloody Clothes Gate were all wearing masks, and soon, there was a martial artist dressed exactly like Ling Feng trotting all the way over, his strength was only in the early stage of the God Emperor, and his tone was very respectful: "Lord Viscount, the Blood Mother invites you to go to the meal." β
"Got it, lead the way. β
Ling Feng waved his hand lightly, and his voice was extremely low, exactly the same as the original Viscount's voice.
"My lord, only a viscount like you can enter the blood pool. "The warrior has never raised his head, which is a respect for the strong.
"If you lead the way, you will lead the way, and you don't want to live?"
Ling Feng snorted fiercely, and his ruthless divine power instantly enveloped the martial artist, and his face was extremely ugly.
"Yes, yes!"
The martial artist nodded hurriedly, turned around with difficulty, and from his pupils, he could see that he seemed to be very afraid of this viscount, and Ling Feng withdrew his coercion on him.
The dungeon is completely different from what Ling Feng saw before, the interval between each dungeon is at least a thousand meters or more, all of them are stone pillars made of cherished stones, it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to break through, the strength of the guardians of some important dungeons is in the middle stage of the Divine Venerable, but there are only a few, most of the guardians are the strength of the early to late stage of the Divine Emperor, but it is also very terrifying for a bloody cloth gate to have such a huge force.
Finally, in an exquisite dungeon, a girl of about seventeen years old was imprisoned alone, her face was haggard and leaning against the corner, curled up, arms wrapped around her knees, her long waterfall-like hair was scattered chaotically at this time, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were full of despair, her tears had dried up, her face was pale and miserable, this was basically two people who knew Pan Chen who Ling Feng knew.
She completely lost her innocent smile before, Ling Feng looked at this desperate little girl, and the cute appearance of that silly girl waving her pink fist towards herself suddenly flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a faint pain in her heart, he had always regarded Pan Chen as his sister, and in his heart, he and Chenxi were in the same position.
Yan Qing in the Lingyuan Gods Tower was already crazy, even if he was just a soul body, he also had a heart, the moment he saw Pan Chen, his powerful heart was completely shattered, his eyes were scarlet and rushed to the fifth layer, but before entering the eternal hell, he was stopped by a trace of faith that Ling Feng had turned into, he knew that Yan Qing had consumed all his spiritual power for the undead pool, and entering the eternal hell at this time was just to send him to death.
"!"
The bloodshot in his eyes was like a little snake almost bursting out of his body, his face was very terrifying, Yan Qing kept roaring, punching the ground one by one, and the small tower at Ling Feng's neck couldn't help but shake slightly.
"Why is she the only one here?"
Ling Feng's eyes also had a few blood streaks crawling, and his body trembled slightly, trying his best to control his mood.
"Lord Hui Viscount, this is the blood mother's self-custody, saying that she is the best sacrificial body on the night of the full moon, and the blood in her body is the supreme yin, which is very beneficial to the martial artists of our bloody cloth gate's cultivation of the death cave forbidden canon, and when the blood mother falls, she will use her blood to break through the supreme in one fell swoop and strengthen my bloody clothes gate!" The warrior said about the bloody clothes gate, and his chest unconsciously straightened.
"Let's go. β
Ling Feng found that since his blood was starting to burn, he believed that if he looked at the injured Pan Chen again, his eyes would turn red, and the chaos here would be turned upside down, and he had to endure it for the sake of his plan.
Following the martial artist around many detours one after another, the space on both sides became smaller and smaller, and when he walked into a complex passage, in front of a golden iron gate, the martial artist stopped and pleaded with Ling Feng: "Lord Viscount, the villain really can't go in, otherwise, the Blood Mother will kill the villain." β
"Hmm. β
Ling Feng nodded slightly, and the martial artist instantly showed joy, and bent down vigorously to thank him, but before he could take a step, a sharp blade condensed with divine power instantly pierced his heart, devouring the divine power and vitality in his body like a devil, his eyes turned black, and he died!
After doing all this, Ling Feng's gaze did not have a trace of waves, and he threw the corpse with the soul into the undead pool like a dead dog as usual.
Dressed up, pushed the door in. There is no furniture in the room, more than ten people are wearing the same clothes, only one person is wearing a blood robe completely stained with blood, this person's chest bulge is particularly exaggerated, it should be the blood mother, she is the only woman here.
Behind her, there were more than a dozen men, all of whom were martial artists in the middle or late stage of the Divine Venerable, all wearing different masks.
"Blood Mother!"
Ling Feng consciously stood at the back, and the blood mother at the head only gave a gentle sigh of gratitude.
The distance is closer, Ling Feng is more and more familiar with the feeling of this blood mother, it should be a natural habit, this blood mother exudes a fatal temptation all over her body, and there are all kinds of amorous, even if she is cold-blooded and ruthless at this time, but there is also a kind of * that makes any man pinch it.
This kind of seductive charm, Ling Feng has only felt it in the current queen, Qian Pinyan, and then Guo Qiuyu, Guo Qiuyu still has a trace of immaturity, and he does not have the maturity and temptation from his bones like Qian Pinyan.
Without evidence, Ling Feng couldn't say that the Snowflake Legion was in league with this Bloody Cloth Gate, so he had to reveal the true face of the Blood Mother as soon as possible.
"Everyone is here, bring it, our dinner!" the Blood Mother's voice was full of bestiality, and it seemed that she couldn't wait.
The words landed, and a disciple of the Bloody Cloth Sect acted, and soon, he brought up a girl who was covered in *, tied her hands together, and hung her in the air.
This girl's face is very beautiful, her delicate body is very full, the corners of her mouth are getting blood, and there are many marks on her neck, which are obviously pinched by hand, and the grass below is green, and there is a trace of blood flowing down.
At this time, a trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Blood Mother, and with just a slight wave of her hand, the disciple of the Bloody Cloth Sect exploded, exploding without warning, and the corpse was scattered all over the ground.
"My dinner, someone dares to defile it! What I want is virgin blood!" The voice of the Blood Mother was very ordinary, but it stopped in the hearts of others like a thunderbolt, and everyone knew how terrifying it was for the Blood Mother to be angry.
One of the viscounts hurriedly dragged the girl out, and it didn't take long for another girl to come in, this time it was a little better, although it was also undressed, but there were no scars on her body, but her pupils were dilated very badly, and she looked very frightened.
Seeing this pure girl, the blood mother nodded with satisfaction, slowly moved her steps, walked to the bottom of the girl, and opened her red lips lightly, just touching the tips of the girl's toes.
With a wave of her one hand, a sharp divine power quickly cut a wound at the base of the girl's thigh, and a large amount of blood oozed out, along the thigh, calf, all the way to the tip of the toe, and then slipped into the mouth of the blood mother.
Tasting fresh blood, there was a trace of excitement in the eyes of the blood mother, and she couldn't control her *, and she cut several wounds one after another, and the blood flowed faster and faster, and the resentment in the girl's eyes gradually turned into despair, and then from despair to resentment!
The blood was slowly lost in her body, and the divine power that she had worked hard to cultivate for more than ten years entered the mouth of the blood mother little by little, and the pain gradually magnified in her heart, she wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself, but she was controlled by the blood mother and couldn't move.
Ling Feng was shocked in his heart, and watched with a calm face as the girl in front of him turned from a seductive beauty into a disgusting dried corpse bit by bit, and quietly put her soul into the Lingyuan Gods Tower.
Not a drop of blood was wasted on the girl's body, and the loose human skin was draped over the white bones, and the eyes were sunken, which was very terrifying.
With the perfect food, the blood mother smiled with satisfaction, turned around and sat cross-legged on the side, and began to digest the tender blood.
Then, one by one, the girls were brought in, and all the blood was sucked dry by these people, until one of them pushed Ling Feng, who was a little stunned, with his wrist, a burly man, he laughed: "Hehe, it's your brother, you won't fall in love with that chick's body, do you?"
"Get out!"
Ling Feng didn't give him a good look, he snorted coldly, walked to the girl hanging in mid-air, looked up, and could clearly see the girl's private parts and the plump and erect Jade Peak, his body suddenly froze.
"Back to the blood mother, picking flowers is a little uncomfortable today, last night I fought too fiercely with that little goblin, and the yang energy was greatly reduced, and now I am replenishing the yin energy, I'm afraid it's not appropriate." Ling Feng hurriedly explained.
"Oh?" the Blood Mother had some doubts in her heart, "Viscount Caihua, I'm afraid you've been a member of the Bloody Clothes Sect for more than ten years, right?"
Her gaze suddenly turned cold, and a powerful coercion immediately pressed towards Ling Feng: "You are not the Viscount of Flower Picking!"
"As soon as the flowers are picked, they are loyal to the blood mother, and they are concerned about the blood clothes gate, and they will never dare to deceive the blood mother in the slightest!" Ling Feng deliberately suppressed his strength at the strength of the middle stage of the Divine Venerable, and his face was a little ugly and he knelt down on one knee and said sincerely.
The coercion disappeared in an instant, and the Blood Mother laughed softly: "The Viscount of Caihua has been with me for more than ten years, will the Blood Mother still not believe you, since you want to be loyal to me, then hurry up and eat, try to keep your strength at the peak in the past few days, there are still twelve days left on the night of the full moon, and then it is time for you to prove your sincerity." β
"Yes!"