Since the suzerain of Huangfu was placed under house arrest and Zeng Jiuhe ascended the throne, there have been many more paper-like gods in the Wanxian Sect who are folded by the magic power of the rune paper. These types of divine cultivation are of different heights, from the half-step transformation of the gods to the consummation of the foundation, almost filling every corner of the Ten Thousand Immortal Gate. What they did was also some shady things such as spying on other people's privacy, but because these origami gods were all from the hands of the new sect master Zeng Jiuhe, all the elders and disciples had to swallow their anger and dare not speak out.

The people who had personally experienced the palace forcing incident that was no different from the coup d'état all regretted it, and what they regretted was not that soft-hearted and kind women such as Huangfu Youyan were seized power and placed under house arrest by Zeng Jiuhe, but that they felt that they did not get much of what they wanted from that cup of soup, and they were taken power by the hard-handed Zeng Jiuhe. Only their Zeng family is thriving, and the once dominant Huangfu family is now plummeting.

The once branched phoenix is now cheaper than the grass pheasant.

The splendid hall of Wanxianmen, once the classic elegant and quiet decoration in the hall was brutally uprooted, replaced with a lot of obscene and frivolous ornaments, and even engraved with the Sanskrit of the pure heart and meditation on the temple wall, but also replaced with the secret authentic Baichun picture in the Hehuan Sect, if the monk who is not stable in the ordinary concentration is not prepared in advance, he will fall into the illusion of confusion and confusion after just a few glances, and he is domineering.

The lean old man sat on the temple, surrounded by a tulle curtain and surrounded by two exquisite sandalwood incense burners. This kind of sandalwood incense burner dedicated to Wanxian Gate has been famous for a long time, and it is taken from the most essential part of the thousand-year-old sandalwood wood heart in the depths of the primeval jungle forbidden land in Tiannan Prefecture.

And the new old man in power of Wanxianmen said: Those who are less than three thousand years old don't want to make many conscientious woodcarvers lose their heads, and also make the value of these two sandalwood incense burners become unimaginable astronomical after the fact.

Burning in the incense burner was a piece of pure white treasure ambergris, which was a tribute offered by the Sea Clan and Wanxianmen many years ago when they were traded, and was intercepted and privately collected by the old man who was not yet in power at that time. This piece of ambergris incense, which is worth no less than two incense burners, is worth every inch of gold, and a total of four young women who are extremely enchanting and only wearing thin veils are kneeling beside the incense burner, and the feet of the lean old man resting on their undulating backs, and they are burning incense with a silver shovel with low eyebrows.

The old man squinted slightly, took a deep breath of ambergris, and exhaled a long breath, the breath of the Divine Wandering Realm on his body fluctuated, and his face seemed to be peaceful, but it was deep in heat and desire. He hooked one foot around the woman's neck, and the canine slave-like woman crawled over with understanding, and was pulled by the old man and pressed under the crotch roughly.

The woman who had long been accustomed to being obedient used a small cherry mouth to serve the old man with a gloomy face, and the old man brought another woman with a beautiful national color. One hand reached into the woman's neckline and kneaded it wantonly, and the other hand was not idle, and swam to the woman's upright buttocks with ease, not caring about the woman's feelings, and pinched out many shocking bruises on the fat buttocks.

The ambergris and women's body fragrance in the hall permeated the whole country, and the guards outside the hall could smell it clearly, but no one dared to accuse this disrespectful old man of prostitution in public.

These coveted women are all the proud daughters of the emperor family, who were originally high in the sky, and after falling into a slump in the world of the emperor family, these women were forced to become the crotch playthings of the children and grandchildren of the Zeng family because of temptation, and there were many of them who were willing to fall or tend to be inflammatory.

The woman who was treated roughly, her mouth and nose were splashed with white foam, her beautiful eyes were blank, and she was about to close her breath when she saw it. The expressionless Zeng Jiuhe pulled the woman's hair high, pulled up a crystal silk thread under him and between the corners of the woman's lips, and then threw the woman in front of the temple door casually. Soon, several guards entered the main hall with fists clenched, and carried the poor woman in unclothed clothes to the side courtyard where she was about to face even more cruel and ruthless violence and humiliation.

This is an absurd tragedy that could never have happened when Huangfu Youyan was in power.

Zeng Jiuhe's face was gloomy as water, and he had been restless in the last few days.

It seems that at the level of cultivation at the top of the pyramid in the world like the Divine Journey Realm, the connections between many things and even the chances have faintly traced the trajectory of numerology and fate. Predicting misfortune and fortune is an ethereal supernatural power in the eyes of mortals, and in the hands of a real immortal figure, it can't withstand a few finger pinching calculations, and with the cultivation of the Divine Journey Realm in the body, this kind of behavior that is close to figuring out the way of heaven has become not so awe-inspiring.

Especially for Zeng Jiuhe, who used many side paths as stepping stones, and knocked on the door crack of the door of the Divine Journey Realm to peek at the scenery behind the door, predicting his fate has become the most indispensable event in his cultivation career. No matter how he deceived the Immortal Dao League, he actually knew that his path was not right and his foundation was not pure, and he didn't dare to throw this "fortune-telling" straw.

In the past few days, he has divined several times for himself, and the hexagram has changed from a volcanic brigade that symbolizes all things to a water trapped by shrimp play in the shallows of Longyou. He did not believe in evil, and when he divined the hexagram again, he obtained a hexagram that already represented the situation of the more and more dangerous.

He had always believed in the hexagram for the first time, he was shocked and puzzled, the heavy pressure exerted by the Immortal Dao Alliance, especially the Qinglan of Qingyun Mountain, had been deceived by him by various means, and now it was just when the Demon Domain army once again stepped on the Iron Hoof Southern Expedition, and the Immortal Dao Alliance was already anxious, and he also pretended to send some elders and elite disciples to the north to resist the invasion of foreign clans. For a while, Qinglan, who used to have a brother and sister relationship with Huangfu, couldn't pull it out, so she had to wait for the war to end before she could deal with it, who else had the qualifications and ability to threaten herself?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer, wait for the war to end?

He kneading the hand on the woman's buttocks subconsciously forced, and the fat buttocks were already bruised and the flesh-colored woman trembled in pain for a moment, her hands trembled, and the silver shovel in her hand accidentally shoveled the ambergris, and the spices that could buy a town in a few taels were invalid.

The old man took a deep breath, withdrew his palm that was stained with the woman's body fragrance, and beckoned to the woman who was second only to the emperor's mercy a few years ago, and the woman who was filled with fear crawled over like a dog and shook her head and begged for mercy. Zeng Jiuhe grabbed her hair and pressed it on the incense burner, and the woman screamed again and again as hot as the incense burner. After Zeng Jiuhe's dry palm, which was as dry as an old pine, slowly loosened, half of the woman's flower-like face had been completely broken.

There was a sudden earth-shattering sound in the distance outside the temple gate, and soon an origami god swept into the main hall, and after whispering in Zeng Jiuhe's ear, he suddenly got up angrily.

"Vertical son dare!"