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In the early morning, the sky was bright, and the slippery stone road was covered with moss.

A young Taoist priest of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old walked up the stairs along the stone path leading to the dungeon, if you look closely from behind, his steps are a little staggering, a little shaky, not as steady and light as the steps of the cultivators, very strange.

If you look at it from the front, his eyes are covered by a hat to block the wind, and his face is a little frighteningly pale, as if he has some serious illness.

The ordinary-looking short, stocky monk with a collapsed nose walked silently along the stone path until he reached the door of the dungeon.

On duty at the gate of the dungeon were two inner disciples, one fat and one thin, both of whom were about sixteen or seventeen years old, and had just been transferred from the outer disciple to the inner disciple for less than a month.

They became disciples in the sect because of their better qualifications, and now their status is still very low, and they don't have any backers, so they do all kinds of trivial things.

The two disciples on duty yawned boredly, and stood for a night, they were really bored.

If they accidentally make a mistake, according to the rules of the mountain gate, they will be demoted to outer disciples.

If you turn into an outer disciple, you won't be able to cultivate advanced spells.

The short and fat monk who slowly walked towards the door of the dungeon seemed to be quite popular, and as soon as the two disciples saw him, they immediately came to their spirits, and their eyes lit up with joy.

The thin monk stepped forward and said with a haha: "Senior Brother Zhao, are you thinking that the dream girl is crazy and has lovesickness, why has your face become so pale today?"

Humpty Dumpty stopped, he raised his hand, hooked his fingers, and said, "Guys, go a little ahead." ”

The two gatekeeper disciples were a little suspicious, why Senior Brother Zhao's voice was a little different from usual today, and the tone of his voice was still a little twisted.

Both of them took a few steps forward, wanting to see what was wrong with Senior Brother Zhao, if he was suffering from lovesickness and his tone of speech had changed, it would be better to joke with his classmates for a few days about this topic.

The thin disciple stood at the front, and the stout disciple stood at the back.

I saw that a strange light flashed in the hat of the short and fat monk, and the eyes of the thin disciple immediately turned around with Venus, as if they were in the dark space where countless Venus stars were flashing wildly.

His body shook, his head 'buzzed', and he fell to the ground.

The dwarf disciple saw his junior brother fall to the ground, his mouth opened, and before he could make a sound, he had already withered to the ground.

A strange laugh came from Humpty Dumpty's body, and his finger pointed at the two disciples who were struggling on the ground, and they all opened their eyes, stood up with a blank expression, and walked to both sides of the dungeon gate to continue their duties.

Humpty Dumpty continued with a not-so-steady step, and walked unhurriedly into the door of the dungeon.

The dungeon was excavated in the belly of the mountain, and the only way to the interior of the dungeon was a winding walkway carved out of the rock.

The walkway was dark and wet, and there were rocks overhead, allowing only two or three people to walk side by side.

Humpty Fat Monk walked for a while, and then stopped suspiciously, as if there was a murderous intent hidden in front of him.

The front is really a defensive formation, if you take the wrong step, or want to resist the weapon, the sky is hard, you will inevitably be attacked by the hidden weapon on the stone wall.

What's worse is that if the alarm bell rings, you will have to run away, and all the elaborate arrangements will fail.

A faint light appeared in the Humpty Friar's hat, shining down the aisle.

After a moment's silence, Humpty Dumpty took a step forward.

Left foot propylene position, right foot unitary position, left foot Hai Mao position, right foot ugly position, left foot Gangchen position, right foot Shen Zhen position......

Seventy-two steps cautiously were taken, without triggering any defensive traps.

Humpty Dumpty finally breathed a sigh of relief, and continued on his way until he reached a dark corner blocked by stones.

Humpty Dumpty stopped, and a white ball of hair rolled down silently from behind him, and then a cloud of smoke rose, and a naked woman stood up trembling from the smoke.

When the clouds and smoke dispersed, I saw that the naked woman was as white as snow, she had a small face like a peach blossom, a pointed chin, curved thin eyebrows, two big and bright eyes, black and long eyelashes, Joan's nose was high, the tip of the nose was delicate, the cherry mouth was small, and the chest was a tall and seductive curve, which was a standard beauty.

The naked beauty raised her slender jade hand, and the thing that was originally in her hand fell lightly on her body, which turned out to be a silk pink skirt with a shirt.

The silk pink skirt is wrapped around the beauty like a tulle, and the exquisite Miaoman figure is looming, coupled with the woman's eyebrows and eyes, and the green silk is like a waterfall, it is like a fairy of the nine heavens descending to the mortal world.

At this moment, Bai Meiren's face looked haggard and a little melancholy, her brows were frowned, and she seemed to have a heavy heart pressing on her heart, which made people feel pity when she saw it.

Humpty Dumpty had long since shrunk to the ground, his limbs were upright, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were staring blankly, his pupils were dilated, and he looked terrified before he died.

He had died a few hours earlier.

The beautiful woman in the pink skirt blew a long breath on the rocks, and the stones turned into powder and sprinkled one after another, and soon covered the body of the short and fat monk with a thick layer.

He looks like a raised stone.

The white beauty's face showed an eager look, and the slender barefoot girl walked briskly and quickly and silently inside.

......

In the depths of the dungeon, a slender hand of snow white and pink gently knocked on the slightly hidden wooden door.

The leading monk guarding the dungeon was middle-aged, burly, with a long beard on his big rough face.

He heard a slight noise, and walked out in three steps and two steps to check.

The bearded monk opened the wooden door and saw a weak and boneless beauty half-leaning against the wall, her big eyes blinking and her long eyelashes blinking up and down, looking pitiful and pitiful.

Moving his gaze to the white beauty's half-exposed chest, the leading monk subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The white beauty took a light step, and her slender jade calves were very attractive, and the bearded monk was a little flustered.

A gust of fragrant wind blew in her nose, and the white beauty's seemingly weak little hand was already pressed on the bearded monk's chest, seemingly light but with a heavy dark energy, and pushed the man.

The bearded monk took a few steps back, and his gaze did not leave the white beauty's looming chest for a moment.

The cultivation of the bearded monk has reached the early stage of the Yuan Infant, while the cultivation of the white beauty is only in the middle stage of Jindan, and the cultivation of the two is far from the same.

If it is about cultivation and going head-to-head, the early Yuan Infant monks can easily kill several Jindan mid-stage monks who have joined forces.

How dangerous is it for the bearded monk to let this delicate woman who cultivates as a golden pill push on the chest?

If the beauty uses a little mana, the bearded monk's heart will be pierced in an instant!

The bearded monk was like a goose, allowing the white beauty to push and shove him in the chest, without defense or dodging.

With such a look, the bearded monk had already walked through the ghost gate.

The bearded monk feared that if he defended or dodged, he would be seen as unreasonable to the white beauty, causing her anger.

Beauty is graceful, and it is unbearable.

The white beauty frowned slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with the bearded monk's lack of obedience.

The bearded monk's eyes were a little flustered, he longed for some kind of pleasure, but he didn't know if the beauty was willing to give alms.

The white beauty stepped into the house, hooked her left foot, which was as white as mutton fat jade, closed the wooden door, and pushed forward with her skillful hand.

A scent of incense that was stronger than just now came to his nose, and the bearded monk unsuspectingly let the beauty's little hand as white as a lotus root press against his chest, and his body was pushed back a few steps back.

His eyes began to blur, and his eyes were full of longing for the carcass of a beauty.

There was still a little horror in the bearded monk's eyes, lest the beauty would be dissatisfied with his lack of obedience, so he turned and left.

The White Beauty took another step forward, a subtle flash of phantom light in her eyes, and her tender little hand pressed against the bearded monk's broad chest for the third time, and pushed it with a dark force.

The bearded monk saw that there was some anger on the beauty's face, and it seemed that he blamed himself for being pushed twice, and he dared to stand, which was simply presumptuous.

The bearded monk understood, and he fell to the ground like touching porcelain, and just lay on his back.

The white beauty moved like a rabbit, and pulled under the bearded monk, and the white swan-like long neck was raised, and sat down in the middle of the bearded monk's body with a shy face.

The white beauty caged her hair, and her blushing face had a smile of satisfaction.

Through the pink silk skirt, the bearded monk's eyes stared intently at the delicate body of the white beauty.

In his eyes, the body of the beauty is weak and boneless, and the skin can be broken by blowing, as if it can pinch out the water with a handful.

The white beauty's hair is scattered, just the right amount to make the attraction in front of her faint.

"Brother Yi Yi, what are you going to give to the slave family as a token of love?" The white beauty's eyes flowed, and she was as charming as a vixen.

The bearded monk is called Yuanjia, his real name is Li Muyi, and his mother calls his milk name Yi Yi.

Yuan Jia didn't expect the beauty to call his milk name, which reminded him of the maternal love that his mother, who had been dead for many years, had given him.

The beauty even called him brother, Yuan Jia heard it in his ears, and suddenly felt extremely useful, and the two became much more cordial.

"It's rare for a beauty to call for the name of a person who is degraded in the downfall, but the poor road is now extremely poor, where is there any wealth to give to the beauty, and the beauty can't use some magic weapons with her. ”

With a little anger in her eyes, Bai Meiren said coquettishly: "Brother Yi is a scoundrel, so he knows how to take advantage of it." ”

Yuan Jia's face turned red when she said it, so she had to stretch out five fingers and teased: "What the beauty said is true, the poor Dao is willing to donate so much cultivation to win the beauty a smile." ”

The phantom light in the white beauty's eyes was a little stronger, her delicate chin was raised, and she pouted and said, "Brother Yi wants to give fifty percent of his cultivation to the slave family, Brother Yi is really too generous!"

Yuan Jia was startled and donated half of his cultivation, then he would have to die.

Hurriedly shaking his head, Yuan Jia teased: "The beauty is laughing, and the poor Dao is willing to donate five ten-thousandths of his cultivation to win the beauty a smile." ”

"No, no, Brother Yi is too stingy. The white beauty shook her head unpleasantly with anger on her face.

Yuan Jia's eyes rolled rapidly, and after a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Raising a finger, Yuan Jia said: "That's good, Poor Dao is not stingy, let the beauties laugh, Poor Dao is willing to donate one percent of his cultivation and form a good relationship with the beauties." ”

Bai Meiren shook her head, stretched out three fingers, and said coquettishly: "No, no, Brother Yi is still too stingy, how about this number?"

Yuan Jia was taken aback, and donated thirty percent of his cultivation, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to walk until the meeting!

Yuan Jia pondered in his heart for a while, and then prevaricated: "The beauty asks for a lot, and the poor road is not reluctant, but I am afraid that the body will be too weak to lift up, and when the beauty wants to be happy, the poor road can't help, and the poor road can't go." ”

"Otherwise, Poor Dao is willing to donate 20% of his cultivation. Yuan Jia thought twice and stretched out two fingers.

The white beauty's apricot eyebrows were upside down, and her jade-like fingers pointed at Yuan Jia's forehead, and two misty phantom lights revealed in her eyes.

Behind her, a snow-white phantus appeared in the shadows, and the fox's nine tails swept around behind it.

The two tiger teeth on the white beauty's upper teeth bulged out, and with a hideous smile on her face, she stretched out a finger.

"Brother Yi is generous, so he simply gave ten percent of his cultivation to the slave family. ”

Yuan Jia's mouth was wide open, and he wanted to shout but couldn't make any sound.

A fierce vitality rushed out from the lower dantian, and the Jing Yuan Yang Pass was broken through, pouring from Yuan Jia's body into the body of the beauty.

Yuan Jia's eyes were frightened, but his body was paralyzed, like a fly entangled in spider silk, and he couldn't move a finger.

The muscles, blood, and bones of his body are all lost, and they are turned into vitality and are inhaled into his body by the beauty.

Yuan Jia's brain element is losing rapidly, and even if he doesn't die, he will become a demented fool.

The epidermis of Yuan Jia quickly dried out and wrinkled, and the Yuan Infant in his body shrank, and it didn't take long for it to become a dry and black dead baby.

Poor Yuan Jia's eyes were bulging, his skin was shriveled and wrinkled, and his body had no signs of life.

The white beauty continued to sway back and forth on Yuan Jia's dead body for a while, sucking even the last bit of vitality left in his body, before taking a bunch of keys pinned to his waist, standing up lightly, and wrapping the red dress around his body.

The crotches of the two Jindan prison guards who were standing outside eavesdropping had an unknown liquid sticking to them, and seeing the beauties covered in white and snowy bodies come out of it half-concealed, their saliva secretion accelerated, and both eyes were straight.

The fragrance overflowed from each pore of the white beauty, and she squirmed, glancing at each of the two prison guards with that pitiful gaze.

The two prison guards shook their legs a little when they smelled the beauty of her body, and when they saw the light in her eyes, their heads 'buzzed', and they fell to the ground one after the other.

Fascinated by the two prison monks, the white beauty no longer squirmed, and it seemed that she was anxious.

The white beauty hurried into the dungeon, carefully inspecting each cell.

The cell was dark and damp, and there were many rats, spiders, poisonous insects, and flies running rampant inside.

The iron pillars of the cell were the thickness of an arm, and they were all blessed with reinforced rune circles, and the gaps between them were less than three fingers.

The doors of each cell are reinforced by formations, and it is very difficult to open them violently.

Some of the monks in the cells were disheveled, and some of the monks were dying, but none of them were the ones she was looking for.

Finally, the white beauty saw a beautiful figure in the innermost cell.

The woman in the cell was still so beautiful, except that her feet were shackled, and her body was chained by finger-thick chains, one end of which was fastened to an iron stake.

Forbidden runes flashed on the chain, locking the woman's body with Yuan Force.

Her body was much thinner, her head haggard, her hair falling down.

"Sister, I'm here to save you. The white beauty stared at the people in the cell, and hurriedly found the key to open the cell door.

The locked woman raised her head happily, but then shook her head in disappointment.

Locked is the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect, one of the four beauties of the cultivation realm, named Yin Susu.

Most of the followers of the Blood God Cult have the blood of bat blood demons, they like to suck blood, and if the blood of ordinary people is stained with their blood, they will also become blood demons.

Therefore, they are despised by the true path and are denounced as a perverse path.

Yin Susu's face was full of joy to see her sister, and at the same time she was full of eagerness and worry, and said hurriedly: "Qiao'er, you go quickly, my sister is locked in the pipa bone, you can't save me." ”

The white beauty that Yin Susu called Qiao'er is the nine-tailed fox demon, who is good at charm and the art of harmony and absorbing yuan.

There are countless species of foxes in the universe, all of which are incarnated by an ancient Chaos Demon God Supreme Law Body named Qingqiu, and there are a total of hundreds of thousands of purebred fox species incarnated from the Qingqiu Demon God Law Body, and now after countless years of evolution and hybridization, God knows how many species.

The fox clan in the world all takes the name of the Qingqiu Demon God as their surname, so the full name of the white beauty should be Qingqiu Qiao'er.

Qingqiu Qiao'er had tears in her eyes, and said with a crying voice: "Even if Qiao'er dies, she must save her sister from withdrawing." ”

Yin Susu's eyes were full of sadness, and said: "Qiao'er, we are good sisters, even if my sister dies, I will not forget the kindness of my good sister." ”

"He, is he okay? Xiao Haohao?" Yin Susu asked eagerly, his eyes full of warmth and longing for a better life.

The little Haohao in Yin Susu's mouth is her son Chen Haoyu, who is less than one year old.

"Chen Jiannan is confined, Xiao Haohao, I haven't heard about it yet. Sister, don't say it, sister will save you now. ”

Qingqiu Qiao'er wanted to open the iron chain, but the iron chain was blessed by the formation, and it was not forceful, so anxious that she was like an ant on the hot nest.

At this moment, a loud and rapid alarm bell sounded over the Trap Immortal Mountain, and many monks broke into the dungeon with shouts.

"Qiao'er, you have been discovered, leave me alone, go to my father and ask him to find a way to save me. ”

"Otherwise, your life and mine will be tied here!"

The iron chains on his body rang loudly, and the Yuan Force in Yin Susu's body was restrained, and he couldn't exert much strength.

Yin Susu pushed Qingqiu Qiao'er with all his strength, and shouted: "Qiao'er, go quickly!"

The situation is urgent, and if you delay for a moment, it will be impossible for Qingqiu Qiao'er to escape.

Qingqiu Qiao'er's eyes were filled with crystal tears, and she looked at Yin Susu reluctantly, and said, "Sister, don't drive me away, Qiao'er wants to live and die with you!"

Yin Susu kept shaking her head and cried: "Qiao'er, don't be petty, if you don't leave, my sister is even more hopeless!"

"Sister, I will come back to save you!" Qingqiu Qiao'er looked sad.

She also knows that if she escapes now, there may still be a little chance, but if she doesn't leave, she really can't go.

Qingqiu Qiao'er burst into tears, finally bit her lip, turned her head and fled towards the exit of the dungeon.

After dozens of breaths, the figure of a nine-tailed white fox flashed at the exit of the dungeon, turning to the left like thunder, with light mist on its body, and rushed down the cliff.

Many of the monks rushed out of the dungeon with shouts, and their weapons flew up and chased down the cliffs.