The thieves are swarming, they are famous lewd people in the world of cultivating immortals, they specialize in bullying the female cultivators in the scattered cultivation, there are many of them, and the strength is not weak, and they are cunning, they come and go like the wind, they don't offend the sect at all, although many scattered cultivators hate them so much, but because they are alone, let them run rampant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, a swarm of bees caught two lone nuns and forcibly dragged them into the wilderness, just to sit there and do nothing.

The notorious reputation of a swarm of bees lies in the fact that they are numerous, they like to insult female cultivators, and they use drugs to help their fun, often torture female cultivators to death, and their deaths are miserable and messy.

In the face of many obscene monks, the two female cultivators hugged each other in fear, but they didn't dare to think about the tragic fate that was coming.

"Sister Lan, please, kill me first, and then kill yourself! I just die, don't want it, don't ......" The young female cultivator had a round face and big eyes, and she looked very cute.

The female cultivator known as Sister Lan has a delicate appearance and is more beautiful than her companions, and the target of the swarm is actually her, and the other is incidental.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Sister Lan was annoyed in her heart, this time she came out, her lover wanted to accompany her, but she refused, if not, how could she be by these obscene and shameless prostitutes.

wanted to commit suicide to keep her innocence, but Sister Lan couldn't do it for a long time, she used to despise those female cultivators who were raped and killed, thinking that they were all greedy for life and afraid of death, but when it fell on herself, she understood the truth that the only death is difficult through the ages, and sometimes it takes great courage to seek death.

"The old rule, the boss goes first, the rest of the people, draw lots in order, don't mess around, come one by one, in the second round, whoever has the strength will go first, don't force it!"

The boss of a swarm of bees, the jade-faced wasp, looks like a delicate son, and his eyebrows are slightly sad, this melancholy look can just impress the girl who is just starting to fall in love, and most of their prey is attracted by the jade-faced wasp.

"Since you brothers are too big, I'm not welcome to be brothers, give two beauties at one time *** Such a challenging show, I haven't seen it for a long time, you must perform well. ”

The jade-faced wasp walked up to the two female cultivators, not worrying about them resisting at all, because he himself was a mid-stage foundation building cultivator, and the two female cultivators were both in the Qi refining realm, so they were no different from the little white rabbit in front of him.

"Little beauty, next, I will take off your shirt first, tear open your belly pocket, and let your pair of little white rabbits jump out, and then, I will put my hand under your crotch again,......"

The jade-faced wasp laughed obscenely, and the foul language in his mouth continued, and the two female cultivators were ashamed and afraid to hear it, and they wanted to hit their heads to death.

The members of the swarm of bees around looked at the trembling nun and let out a loud laugh, the more scared the prey was, the more excited they became, the simple ** nun was not very stimulating for them, what they liked was the wailing and screaming of the prey when it was to be slaughtered.

A white light flashed, and the two female cultivators closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, a pretty face of the jade-faced wasp disappeared, and the headless corpse stood in place, and the column of blood coming out of the cavity rose ten meters.

The swarm froze and only reacted after a moment.

"There is an enemy coming, quick, ah!" A sword pierced the heart, and a thief monk was killed, cleanly.

A swarm of monks began to scatter around, on guard, but it was useless, the sudden killer came out of nowhere, killing invisibly, as long as the sword light appeared, it was a death.

Sister Lan hugged the little female cultivator, her tearful eyes widened, watching the sword light appear sometimes and sometimes disappear, in their eyes, the terrifying and powerful swarm of monks was like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, being easily killed.

"Sister Lan, great, someone has come to save us." The young nun cried out happily, with tears in her tone.

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't move around. ”

Sister Lan knew that the person who shot was a powerful sword cultivator, and the purpose of coming this time was only to kill people, not to save them at all, and she must not anger the mysterious person, otherwise I am afraid that the other party can kill the two of them with a sword.

"Spare your life, ah!"

The last thief monk was pierced through the heart by the sword light, and fell in front of Lan Xiang and the others, his eyes wide open, and he looked dead.

The sword light stopped in mid-air for a moment, faintly revealing the figure of a young man, and then the sword light flashed and disappeared in place.

A few days later, Sister Lan and the others were found by their friends, and they learned about the mysterious sword cultivation, so there was a story in the local area, about the destruction of a swarm of bees and the legend of the mysterious sword cultivation.

"There are still forty-seven merit points left. ”

Qingzhou uses the speed of wind escape to attack everywhere and kill the enemies of the bronze mission, the opponent of this level, Qingzhou can kill a large number of them with a wave of his hand, it is not very difficult, and it is only a matter of time before he wants to achieve the amount of tasks.

Batongmen was originally a medium-sized sect, and the head of the sect was a late cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, but since the death of the elder of the Jindan real person level fifty years ago, it has gradually declined, and it is only a small sect now.

The rotten ship also has three catties of iron, although the Batongmen is in decline, but the foundation is still there, and the territory guarded by the town is still very stable.

Song Hezi is the junior brother of the head, and he cultivated in the early stage of building the foundation, because he was old, he cultivated in place, and his cultivation was light, so he put it on the female color.

Song Hezi is nearly a hundred years old, because of the foundation building realm, he is still forty or fifty years old, and his physical strength is good, and he has married dozens of concubines, most of whom are mortal women.

For monks, mortal women have no other use except for their beautiful faces, not to mention their short lifespan, even if they are beautiful, they will be old and decrepit in no more than ten years, so they recruit mortal women as concubines, they are young and beautiful to play with for a few years, and when they are tired of playing, they will be driven out.

Song Hezi is no exception, he is lustful, and there are dozens of concubines he raises, but there are more than hundreds of them that he has driven out, and in his long years of cultivation, the number of mortal women he has played with, I am afraid that even he can't remember it clearly.

Although some women cried and cried before leaving, refusing to leave, but in front of the monks, how could they resist, and in the end they were not obediently driven out of the sect, as for what would happen if they were exiled, Song Hezi didn't care at all.

Last month ago, a concubine in her early twenties had just been driven away, and for Song Hezi, the teenage girl was the most tender and lovely, with smooth skin and a pinch of the water, and she was ignorant of personnel, and she had a different flavor when she was trained, but if she was old, she would have no taste, so she had to be driven out of the sect and left to fend for herself.

The concubine's five-year-old Song Hezi was in the room, and he was very fond of it at the time, so the concubine's parents died, and he was reluctant to let her go, so he let the concubine cry for two months, and finally did not serve him obediently.

Now it's okay, Songhezi has lost interest in the concubine, let her leave freely, no matter how long she wants to see her dead ghost parents, it is enough to show the great kindness of Songhezi Immortal Master.

Just yesterday, Songhezi's apprentice offered a few village girls, wearing floral coarse cloth clothes, although it seems inconspicuous, but with the experience of Songhezi's maiden thousands, it can be seen that this is a few very potential beauty blanks, as long as a little excavation, you can glow with a different kind of beauty.

Thinking of this, Songhezi's thin and shriveled lower abdomen surged with heat, and his life was approaching, he became more and more obsessed with the flesh full of youthful vitality, and only when he galloped on the body of one girl after another, Songhezi would forget the fact that he was still aging.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Song Hezi sighed, suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, Sen Han's sword qi was full of killing intent, at this moment he was full of distracting thoughts, he didn't react at all, he opened his mouth and was about to shout.

This is inside the Batong Gate, there are no less than ten monks who build the foundation, dare to come here to kill people, it is because they don't know whether they are dead or alive, as long as Songhezi opens his mouth, people who come will not be able to escape.

The sword light flashed, and the cold air poured into Songhezi's throat, making his words unspeakable, his lips trembling in vain, and then bending down and spitting, first a large mouthful of blood, and then half of his tongue.

Song Hezi looked down, and a blood spring flew out of his chin, as if it was coming out of his throat, and the hot air on his body slowly overflowed with the blood spring, and his eyes slowly turned black.

Qingzhou turned his back to the corpse of Song Hezi and did not look back, for him, this was just another mission, the same, and it was not worth rejoicing if he succeeded.

The sword light flew out of the Batong Gate, and Qingzhou left, and maybe a few days later, someone would find out about the killing of Song Hezi, and the real murderer had disappeared without a trace.

When Qingzhou left the Batong Gate, he found that not far from the Batong Gate, a young woman of about twenty was hanging herself from a branch on the side of the road, and she was already dead when she found her. (To be continued.) )