"Demon girl, your accomplice has been beheaded, you have no way to escape, and you will be captured before you are tied!"

In mid-air, Wang Feiyun stepped on a soft Qingyun Mountain, righteously scolding the young lady in the white skirt, behind him, a vision of a heavenly palace manifested, and the surrounding area rose and ethereal, like a fairyland.

In mid-air, there are more shocking sword roars resounding through the void, and vaguely there seems to be a sharp sword light hidden in the void.

"Is the white crane dead?"

The young lady in the white dress turned a blind eye to Wang Feiyun's ugly face, turned her head to look at the head of the white crane in the sky that was held in Zi Wukong's hand, and said quietly, "It's a pity that he is not dead yet." ”

"It's just a remnant soul that escaped, even if he hid, he was just a lost dog, surviving for a long time, even if he could be reborn, he would fall into the realm, and if he wanted to progress in the future, it would be difficult to climb to the sky. ”

Zi Wukong's face couldn't hold back, he snorted coldly, his five fingers were forced, and the head he was carrying exploded like a big watermelon, and the pink brain juice slurry was scattered like a chaotic rain, and a disgusting fishy smell spread, making everyone in the Louvre frown.

Obviously, although the two families converge, after all, the contradictions are too deep, even if they are forced by the situation, they are only inseparable, and a little thing can see that the alliance between these two families is very fragile.

"Wait until you find him before you say that. ”

The young lady in the white dress no longer smiled gently when she faced Zhao Han alone, her expression was cold, her eyes were as cold as an iceberg, even if she was separated by a certain distance, her cold temperament still made the two martial artists who faced him feel cold.

"Hmph, why bother, as long as I capture you, I will naturally know the whereabouts of that guy!" A Purple Sun Demon Sect's Origin Spirit Martial Artist spoke, he looked at the beautiful face of the young lady in the white skirt, his eyes were hot, and he whispered towards Zi Wukong, "Senior Brother Wukong, Senior Brother, I have been studying the double cultivation technique recently, and I just lack a good Ding Furnace, so if you are not weak, give this to me, right?"

"Let it be given to you?" Zi Wukong glanced at the Louvre and nodded, "Yes, but you have to come up with some resources to share the profits with everyone." ”

"Okay, well, then thank you brother!"

When this Purple Sun Demon Sect Origin Martial Artist heard this, his face showed joy, maybe it was because he was dizzy, or he coveted the beauty of the young lady in the white dress for a long time, even if he knew that she was very tricky, he still couldn't wait to rush out first, and the evil yang vision on his body manifested out, and five purple and faint rays of aura shot out of the air, attacking five key points such as the chest and abdomen of the young lady in the white skirt, including the breasts and the meeting, the yin and other places, obviously this person has bad intentions, and even the fight has a lewd atmosphere.

"I'm XX, I'm going to kill him!"

On the ground, Zhao Han scolded his mother directly, this damn Ziyang Demon Sect's Origin Spirit Martial Artist was so obscene, if it was an ordinary female martial artist, she would be embarrassed to block left and right under the surprise attack of this kind of obscene move that went straight to the lower three roads, but this guy's wishful thinking this time was in vain.

The young lady in the white dress is not an ordinary person!

I saw a brilliant five-color aura generated out of thin air, and a defensive circle was pulled up around her, colorful and gorgeous, the colors were vivid and spiritual, flowing like water, and the divine light emitted was even more extensively a layer of multicolored light film, which just right to protect the young lady in the white dress.

Although the speed of the five purple rays that struck was extremely fast, it was a point slower than this circle of aura after all, and after hitting the light film, it stirred up ripples at the beginning, and then returned to nothingness.

"Yo, what a spicy chick, I like it, hehe!"

The man laughed wickedly, and then took out a pink gauze scarf from the Ruyi bag, and shook it against the white dress lady, and saw the scarf swaying and unfolding in the wind, and there were seven beautiful faces, fat and thin girls painted on it, or playing the flute, or playing the piano, or waving a fan and chanting, laughing and scolding, vivid and vivid.

"Hehe, so that the beauty knows, this treasure is called the Seven Emotions Beauty Scarf, which is a treasure that I took from the seven virgins born when the yin year, the moon, the sun and the sun were cloudy, and the women used various means to make them in the extreme of the seven emotions such as joy or anger or sorrow. ”

"This treasure is only fun for men at most, but for women, hehe, it is the existence of natural enemies, one shakes the body soft, the second shakes the softness, the third shakes the breath, the four shakes the water flows, the five shakes break the sky, the six shakes the gods, as for the seven shakes, no one has tried it so far. No matter whether it is a virgin or a martyr, there are very few who can even hold on to the four shakes. ”

The young lady in the white dress looked at this person coldly, and let him proudly introduce the treasure in his hand, before she said coldly: "Cheap people, damn it." ”

"Die, of course I want to die, I'll wait for you to die with me!" The man laughed obscenely, and then shook the pink scarf in his hand at the young lady in the white dress.

In the air, a pink breath spread, and in the void, there seemed to be pink peach blossoms living and dying, and the strange ambiguous aura instantly diffused, attracting the deepest desires of the soul.

"Hehe, beauty, are you now soft and have no strength?" The man's eyes flashed, and the seven-love beauty scarf in his hand shook it twice in a row at the young lady in the white dress, and the foul language kept spewing out of his mouth, "Now it has been shaken three times, beauty, you must be weak in your hands and feet now, barely holding on, snorting, is your heart like being scratched by a cat's paws, itchy, want to find someone to hurt you?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for my brother and I will come to you in a while. Just when this person fell into the conjecture in his heart, Zi Wukong, who was unprepared for him, suddenly pulled his sleeve.

The man waved his hand without looking back: "Senior brother, don't worry, wait until I let my junior brother and I pick her red pills, and then give a few senior brothers a lot of fun." ”

Zi Wukong's face darkened, and he said quietly: "There is no difference between her and just now." ”

"Uh, how is that possible?" The man froze, raised his head mechanically and glanced at the young lady in the white dress, and then seemed to be stimulated by something, his eyes turned red, and he pulled the seven-love beauty towel in his hand and shook it towards the young lady in the white dress more than twenty times.

The pink aura that diffused in the air was almost condensed into substance, and there seemed to be many graceful gestures faintly, and beautiful women dressed in translucent tulle danced in the void, and their gestures were full of wonders, arousing the most indulgent desires in everyone's hearts.

Under the effect of this breath, whether it was Zi Wukong and other people of the Ziyang Demon Sect or Wang Feiyun and other people in the Louvre, a touch of red appeared on their faces, and their eyes occasionally flashed with light, as if they had been affected by some kind of bad influence, obviously the effect of this Seven Emotions Beauty Towel was not exaggerated.

Only the young lady in the white dress, who was not far from them and was the main target of the attack, looked as cold as before, and her eyes were full of disgust and disdain.