Wine in your throat.

The residual wine in the cup reflected a young man's face like a crown of jade.

Yan Jing turned his back to the beautiful woman, picked up the fast child and continued to enjoy the food, his eyes flashing with thought.

Today.

Yan Jing has experienced many otherworldly events and conscription missions.

He had never seen a complete change in his body after his arrival, and he didn't think it was an accident.

The reason is simple.

Yan Jing could feel that his strength had not been curtailed in any way.

The strengthening of the physical body, the dragon tiger Yama statue and the deathcore of the Ur are all working as usual, and this undoubtedly means that the torch has successfully sent him to this world, and although the process is tortuous, he still completes the arrival intact.

Under this premise, the torch still changed his appearance for him.

There is only one possibility.

This face, or rather what this face represents, is bound to work at some point.

Yan Jing sat at the table and ate alone for a few minutes, and the six teenagers in the sedan chair saw that nothing had happened outside, so they came out one after another, and they were busy looking for their own places.

Bumpy all the way on the mountain road, they couldn't care about their manners at this time after being hungry for a long time, and they gobbled up.

Only Yan Jing was still calm, eating slowly, quietly spreading out his perception and reconnoitering the situation nearby.

Zhu Si Daxian and Baimu Daxian are the only two rulers in the Peng'an realm, that is, the demon king.

If he couldn't get information about the Candle Dragon here, Yan Jing would have to spend another time looking for the Hundred Eyes Great Immortal.

He can only stay in this world for five days!

In the middle of his thoughts, he suddenly noticed an abnormal energy reaction on the periphery of the palace.

Yan Jing did not make any further investigation, but quickly gathered his perception to ensure that he was not discovered by the other party.

On the way here, Yan Jing could unscrupulously perceive the demons in the greeting team and understand their information, but that was because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and the latter could not detect Yan Jing's perception at all.

The one who appeared outside the palace at this time was obviously the rumored Zhu Si Great Immortal, whose strength was extraordinary, and Yan Jing didn't plan to expose it now, at least he had to figure out where the other party came from first.

Click~click~

Even though his perception was put away, Tong Xuan's superior hearing for Yan Jing allowed him to detect the voices in the corridor on the right side of the hall.

Not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of a series of hard objects striking bricks.

Dense, intricate.

What makes this sound?

Confused, Yan Jing noticed that the voice began to weaken as he approached the hall.

Then came a series of playful laughs.

"Are you satisfied with the food we eat here?"

A clear voice came from within the corridor.

The teenagers, who were still gobbling up a second ago, suddenly put down their bowls and remembered why they were here.

Everyone's eyes looked into the corridor in unison, and they all exclaimed in a low voice.

Before they came, they were told that they were going to serve Zhu Si Daxian as a sacrifice, and they learned through the elders in the settlement that the sacrifices of the past year had not returned, so they were terrified.

However, what they didn't expect was that what appeared in front of them at this time was actually seven extremely beautiful girls.

The splendid and gorgeous clothes seemed to be woven from the clouds in the sky, shining in the light of candlelight, and the bewitching figures, the thin branches and fruits, the gentle swaying of the human steps between the walks, and the delicate makeup, made these young lads hot and dry.

What's more, these seven girls all wore phoenix crowns without exception, and they all seemed to be brides, just matching their seven teenagers.

At this time, no one thought about where the teenagers who had been sent in the past had gone.

Needless to say?

Mei Jiao Niang, magnificent palace, who wants to go back to that dilapidated and pickled settlement?

Thinking so in their hearts, the teenagers didn't dare to show it on their faces, but took care of their appearance at a very fast speed, just like the little daughter-in-law before marriage, trying their best to show their best side to their wives not far away.

Only Yan Jing half-squinted his eyes, his gaze passed over these beautiful women, and looked at the shadows behind them.

There are seven Jusi immortals?

"Girls, feast~"

Seeing the main owner present, the beautiful woman standing behind raised her hand and patted it.

When the palace boarded the side, more than a dozen girls who looked to be no more than a teenager appeared quickly, with all kinds of silk and bamboo orchestras, and began to play melodious music after standing in their positions, while the rest took off their light veils and danced in front of the banquet table with cool clothes.

The seductive daughter incense spread everywhere in an instant.

Where have these teenagers seen such a battle, all of them are full of souls, and I am afraid that they have forgotten their surnames.

It was also at this time that the seven beautiful ladies quietly came to the banquet table and each found a goal to sit down.

Of course, Yan Jing's side was no exception.

"This little Langjun is so handsome, the slave's surname is Zhu, and his single name is a Qianzi, I don't know Langjun's name?"

Slender hand on the young man's shoulder, Zhu Qian looked at his clear eyes when he turned back, couldn't help but be stunned for half a second, and then looked surprised,

"It's really strange, we've never seen each other, but I always feel that Lang Jun's face is inexplicably familiar......"

It wasn't an excuse to pick up a conversation, she really felt familiar, as if she had seen the person in front of her somewhere.

But looking back at the sacrifices she had sent in the past, she really couldn't remember any of them.

"My surname is Yan, the Yan of the king of Hades, a single name is a thorn, a thorn of thorns!"

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, Yan Jing turned to look back at the beautiful girl in front of him, and replied with a smile,

"Is my sister my future wife?"

"Yan Lang guessed right, I'm a lady, can I satisfy you?"

The left hand passed through the back of Yan Jing's neck, Zhu Qian's whole body was attached to him, the two plump masses on his chest were backlogged on the former's chest, and his forehead was against each other, and Zhu Qian exhaled a pink mist as she spoke, burrowing into Yan Jing's nostrils.

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"Not bad, if it really would......"

Yan Jing, who was completely exposed to the pink mist, grinned, stared at Zhu Qian's suddenly expanding Tong Ren and the flickering cold light, and said coldly.

At the banquet table behind him, the teenagers who came with him unconsciously shed their shirts, revealing their white chests, and the shadows of the beautiful ladies who accompanied them gradually swelled under the candlelight.

A wonderful scene that seems to be alive and beautiful, but there is a hidden murder!

"Who are you sacred!"

Her own methods were ineffective, Zhu Qian's face changed suddenly, and she was about to have a seizure, but her whole body was stiff, and her eyes were frightened.

A terrifying aura enveloped her.

Suddenly.

She saw that the beast with nine heads was entrenched in front of her, and the pink poisonous mist that she had spit out earlier not only did not work, but instead became the smoke that the other party swallowed and smoked.

"Next, I ask, do you know enough?"

backhanded Zhu Qian into his arms and put on an intimate appearance.

There are seven of them.

This was something Yan Jing hadn't expected.

In order to obtain clues about the candle dragon, he originally planned to find an opportunity to capture Zhu Si Daxian for interrogation.

After all, the latter is one of the demon kings of the Peng'an Realm, and he knows the situation around here as well.

Now Yan Jing can only use force to forcibly detain one first.

The sisters were a few meters away, but Zhu Qian didn't dare to make the slightest move.

The black and white air currents that lingered in her throat sent chills down her back.

Her intuition told her that she must not let this qi flow into her body, otherwise her body would not be able to withstand the ensuing destructiveness.

Why are there such characters in the sacrifice?

The aura just now was clearly a terrifying momentum that only a fierce demon could have.

What is the purpose of this person in front of him deliberately coming in disguise?

Zhu Qian was full of confusion and didn't dare to show it, so she had to nod hurriedly in the face of Yan Jing's threat.

"You're all Zhusi Immortals?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the movements of a few people nearby, and Yan Jing asked in a deep voice.

"We are her disciples, and we are in charge of the Zhusi Cave Mansion on our behalf."

"Where is she?"

"The master was affected by demons fifty years ago and retreated, and the master found a place for her to recuperate, and I don't know ......."

"It's not a good idea to lie."

Noticing Zhu Qian's instantaneous change in expression, Yan Jing manipulated the dragon and tiger qi to wrap around her neck,

"Say! Where is she? ”

The nature of the Xuan Dynasty allowed Yan Jing to observe everything in detail.

With such a close interrogation, Zhu Qian's desire to deceive him was simply wishful thinking.

"I ......"

Feeling that death was approaching, Zhu Qian opened her mouth and was about to say something.

"Qian'er, what are you doing?"

The diagonal woman had just blindfolded the young man's eyes with a ribbon, and when she saw that Zhu Qian's expression was wrong, she couldn't help but ask aloud.

The sudden sound attracted Yan Jing's attention, which was undoubtedly an opportunity for Zhu Qian, her eyes flashed with fierce light, and her hands clasped the neck of the former person in claws.

The back of the skirt was cracked and scattered, several yellow and green arthrops protruded, and the fishy smell and poisonous gas overflowed.

It's a pity that before she acted, the black and white dragon and tiger anger had already exploded.

Through her neck and chest!

The pungent bloody breath, the sound of broken flesh and blood was like pressing the pause button in the palace, and the movements of the beautiful girls who were warm with the young people were all stagnant, and they reluctantly turned to stare at Yan Jing.

The makeup between the eyebrows and eyes became more and more gorgeous, and two pairs of round children were open in front of their foreheads, their red lips were cracked, and their fangs were protruding from them.

Suddenly.

Sudden demonic winds blew out candles and raged everywhere.

The melodious music abruptly stopped, replaced by a mournful roar.

The girls who were still dancing a second ago had a strange shape, their limbs turned into narrow tentacles, and their bodies swelled as if they were blowing.

The warm palace was suddenly placed in a cold hell, and white silk threads gushed out, spreading all over the palace, invading towards Yan Jing who was sitting at the banquet table.

"Heh, what kind of great immortal am I, it turns out to be a group of spider spirits."

Raising his hand to pat away the remnants of the spider beside him that were gradually revealing their original form due to the loss of control, Yan Jing pouted and said.

"You killed Qian'er...... Sisters, catch him, I'm going to plant a thousand eggs in him, and let him try to eat his heart! ”

A purple-black pattern bloomed on her forehead, and the oldest woman was churning with demonic energy all over her body, screaming and flying forward.

Holding a wine glass in his left hand and holding it out of thin air with his right hand, he dragged a sharp sword out of the void.

Yan Jing stood up.

With the sword in hand, there is no intention of retreating.

......

The battle quickly heated up.

The sound of Qingyue's sword reverberated throughout the palace.

The Shuofeng Sword broke through the silk net, and a dark cyan wind whirlwind appeared, but in the next second, it rolled back towards the palm of the sword-wielding hand.

The sword body shook slightly, and the black and white dragon and tiger qi crushed the wind whirlpool.

Yan Jingfu lowered his body and put on a charging stance, turning into a streamer, flying past several approaching half-human, half-spider-like monsters.

Boom! Inch time!

Blood spilled with severed limbs, several delicate heads fell to the ground, and the remains of the Spider Dancer fell to the ground.

At the front gate of the palace, six spider women gathered in one place, two of them had broken arms, and three of them were wounded.

This was not a serious injury for them, but in just a dozen seconds, the wound was reborn under the wrapping of demonic energy, and the evil energy continued to spread, and pitch-black flesh and whiskers gradually appeared from their wounds.

Only then did Yan Jing notice that they seemed to care more about these whiskers than the injuries on their bodies.

"It seems that adapting to the energy of evil does not mean turning it into one's own use."

Stopping the attack for the time being, Yan Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, paused, and said,

"You've been holding down your abilities since just now, fighting only in human form, I think...... You're also worried that the evil will erode too deeply and become a mad monster? ”

Yan Jing originally thought that the demons in this world had been corrupted by evil.

However, from what he had seen and heard along the way and what had just happened, Yan Jing was certain that the demons of this world still retained some of their sanity, and they sensed that the deep erosion of evil energy would completely transform them into evil spirits.

The contamination of the origin of the world has inevitably affected all the transcendent beings in this world.

No one or monster wants to be an ugly, stupid unknown creature.

The human powerhouses are obviously the first to be the ones who can't bear it, and the particularity of these demons themselves allows them to use some of the evil spirits in turn to grab power from them, but this also comes at a huge price.

The demon controls the world, but it is destined to be difficult to escape the end of becoming evil, so he can only delay the process as much as possible.

Just as the world itself is slowly moving towards death......

"Who are you?"

Sweeping her eyes over the injuries on her sisters, June couldn't help but be terrified.

After only a dozen rounds of fighting, not to mention the young man in front of him, he hit several of their sisters one after another.

Even if they are afraid of their own situation, they dare not go all out......

When did such a strongman appear in the Peng'an Territory?

"I have a few questions, just tell me to answer, and we don't have to use knives again."

Pulling the bench aside and sitting down, Yan Jing responded.

"What do you want to know?"

"Candle Dragon, I want to know where Candle Dragon sleeps!"

This was the first thing Yan Jing had to figure out at the moment.

However, when he asked this question, he was surprised that the atmosphere in the palace had changed abruptly.

The spider spirits, who had seemed willing to compromise in order to survive and not become evil, fell into complete silence.

"I remember, the master's residence has a portrait of you, I thought it was her obsession for a hundred years, and you are just a legend...... Destiny! ”

Staring at Yan Jing's face, the spider spirits who heard the word "candle dragon" struggled with their faces, and their faces suddenly cracked.

The narrow arthropods run through the columns, the eaves.

The beautiful figure is crazy in the constant twisting.

The negotiations have not yet officially begun, and they have failed!