"Is that you?"

Xiao Lingshu's eyes woke up, as if she had come to her senses, and she was ashamed and ashamed. But this clarity only lasted for a moment. There was a bit of pleading. In a moaning voice, "Save me, Lie'er, find a way to save me." Come here, I'm so uncomfortable, so strong—"

As she spoke, Xiao Lingshu's clothes had slipped to her shoulders. A little red on his chest is already looming, ready to come out. And one of Xiao Lingshu's jade hands was gently twisting and rubbing in that position, letting out a seductive moan from time to time.

Zhuang Wudao was stunned, completely unaware of why. can only subconsciously avoid the gaze,

"What's going on?"

How could this Xiao Lingshu fall into this appearance? It looks like a hair ****, **** is unbelievably debauched.

"I don't know!"

Yun'er's words were slightly confused: "I can't sense it here." In short, the sword master, you need to be careful. ”

Zhuang Wudao immediately understood, it should be something in this that blocked Yun'er's spiritual sense.

The sword spirit does not have the five senses of a person, and once the spiritual mind is abolished, he will become completely deaf and blind, and he knows nothing about the outside world.

Unlike him, without spiritual sense, he can still see with his eyes, hear with his ears, and touch with his hands.

Is it these red mist?

Zhuang Wudao glanced at the pink mist around him, it was not thick, but when Zhuang Wudao tried to use the true yuan to disperse, it had no effect at all, and it was waved in the air. It was as if the fog he saw in his eyes did not exist at all.

More vigilant in his heart, Zhuang Wudao thought about it for a while, and then took a clear heart and clear elixir.

guessed that Xiao Lingshu became like this, most of it was because there was something wrong with Shen Nian.

Then Zhuang Wudao's figure flashed, running in the direction of the altar. However, he had just flown out of the hundred-foot or so, and the scene in front of him changed again.

I saw that next to the four obelisks, the chains were no longer corpses. There are four men and four women, the men have different appearances, old or young, but they all seem to be exquisite cultivators, while the women are all girls of twenty or eight years old, and their faces are all beautiful, charming, bright and moving.

At this moment, they are all trapped in chains, naked, and the four men are constantly ****, making bursts of **** sounds. The sound quality is hooking, looking at it from afar, the figure is also excellent, **** lotus arms, slim waist and pink buttocks, tempting.

Zhuang Wudao frowned slightly, knowing that in front of him, there must be no doubt about illusion. Subconsciously, I resisted.

But just when Zhuang Wudao was about to perform a method that specialized in breaking illusions. Between his nose, he suddenly inhaled another puff of pink mist.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but be shocked, after entering here, he was already taking precautions. Not only did he deliberately hold his breath, but all the pores of his body were also completely closed. Try not to let the red mist here enter your body.

But he tried his best to take precautions, but he was still taken advantage of by the trap here.

Almost immediately, Zhuang Wudao began to use the true yuan to reject it with all his might. But the effect was not good, just for a moment, his divine thoughts were scattered for a while,

It's like I'm on fire, and it's so uncomfortable. More visions appeared in front of him, and more than a dozen scantily clad women appeared around him. They are all in good shape, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and their faces are as delicate as flowers, and their temperament is either jade and ice-clear, or enchanting and affectionate, or affectionate, or pitiful.

At this moment, beside him, he tried his best to tease, or caress his chest, or touch his abdomen, or rub his onion fingers under his abdomen, and a woman, with a pair of ****, posted behind him. And the rest of the women said the words 'Zhuang Lang' and 'want'.

Every move is full of temptation, making people's blood run high and they can't control themselves.

Zhuang Wudao only felt that his lips were thirsty, there seemed to be a flame burning in his chest, and his lower body was standing like a pillar, and he had swelled to the limit.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zhuang Wudao forcibly struggled out of the illusion in front of him with the idea of sinking. The urge to restrain himself and want to pounce on him, press these women under him, and ravage them fiercely.

It's just that just when he was desperate to resist the lustful thoughts in his chest, he unconsciously inhaled more pink mist into his body.

And the prospect in front of him has changed again, this time there are only two girls left, but they have transformed into Luo Qingyun's appearance, holding the tips of his ears, constantly teasing ****, and the other appearance is similar to Nie Xianling Jiucheng, lying on his chest, sucking his nipples through his clothes. Gradually, while sucking Yun, he also laughed coquettishly: "Senior brother, do you like me like this?"

"No, it won't!"

Luo Qingyun also ate and laughed, grabbed Zhuang Wudao's hand, and pressed it to his chest.

"The sword master's favorite, I'm here. ”

Zhuang Wudao's eyes couldn't help but drift again, and then his face flashed red, and a little anger appeared in his eyes.

The tenacity of his Dao heart is far beyond ordinary people, and it is by no means shaken by this fragrant and beautiful scene. And at this moment, when I look at the scene in front of me, I know that this is by no means true, nor is it out of my own thoughts. Most of them were manipulated and controlled by someone else, confusing his mind.

But the next moment, Zhuang Wudao's struggling face froze again. I felt a wet and soft fragrant tongue burrowing into his mouth, intertwining with his tongue and tongue, and constantly sucking.

The right hand touched a pair of women's ****, which was not only huge and soft. More resilient. Let Zhuang Wudao instinctively, he kneaded and stroked fiercely.

The woman seemed to be unable to bear it, and let out a gentle moan.

"Zhuang Lang, you light! Well, Shu'er wants, hurry up and give it to me-"

The hem was untied at some point, and a pair of jade legs wrapped around his waist like a snake. The angry dragon under him also resisted a wet and soft stream, and it seemed that with a little force, he could probe to the bottom and go straight to the depths of the heart of the flower.

And the breath exhaled by the woman is also incomparably hot and fragrant, and she speaks softly.

"Zhuang Lang, come in quickly-"

It seems that I can't wait any longer. The woman simply took the initiative to sink her snow buttocks, and tried to incorporate the sword-like thing into her own stream.

Zhuang Wudao only felt that his lower body was warm, and it was even harder, and the blood and qi in his body were about to explode.

But at this time, Zhuang Wudao also suddenly had a warning in his heart. The body leaned back, biting the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of dirty blood spat out violently from his mouth.

When I looked at it again, the illusion was gone. Then I saw that Xiao Lingshu was naked at this time, wrapped around herself.

As if in a fantasy world, his cheeks were flushed, a pair of jade legs hung on his waist, and his eyes were closed, as if he was preparing to enjoy the huge fullness after Zhuang Wudao entered. And one of his own hands was also kneading and kneading vigorously on Xiao Lingshu's chest.

Zhuang Wudao froze, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes in an instant, and almost instinctively, he pushed Xiao Lingshu's delicate body forward.

That Xiao Lingshu fell to the ground after losing support, probably feeling that her arms and abdomen were suddenly empty, and there was a look of confusion on her face, but more of it was still hungry and thirsty.

"Zhuang Lang, Lie'er, what are you doing here?

The waist straightened up, and Xiao Lingshu wrapped her hands around Zhuang Wudao's legs. Suddenly, as if she smelled something, the corners of Xiao Lingshu's lips showed a foolish smile again, and she kissed Zhuang Wudao's abdomen, where the smell came from.

Zhuang Wudao only felt that his head seemed to explode, and he almost fainted again, falling into this carnal desire.

But at this time, from his perspective, he saw the jade tripod on the altar in front of him again.

Zhuang Wudao's mind moved, and then without hesitation, he threw out a sword and threw it over.

But it was not his 'Eight Jingkun Thunder Sword', but the 'Light Cloud' that had been restored to the twenty-seven legal prohibitions.

The incomparably sharp sword light penetrated the jade tripod in an instant, and the blood inside immediately flowed out.

The seemingly bright red liquid, when it overflowed, turned black and brown, and the stench was stinking.

And in just half a breath, the pink mist that lingered in this underground hall disappeared without a trace.

Zhuang Wudao suddenly realized that these pink mist seemed to be the culprits, but in fact they didn't exist at all, they were just his hallucinations.

What really made him almost lose his mind was actually the altar in front of him and this jade tripod. When he was guarding against these pink mist, before he knew it, he let him be tricked, and he couldn't know it.

Knowing that this illusion was broken, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then frowned again and looked at his body.

That Xiao Lingshu is still the same, her eyes are like silk, her red lips are spitting, and she spits out her fragrant tongue from time to time, entangled with the strong existence ****,

Zhuang Wudao sighed slightly, with both helplessness and disgust in his eyes. With a flick of his fingers, he pointed at the center of Xiao Lingshu's eyebrows. While stunning this woman, she also threw Xiao Lingshu's naked body aside.

After rearranging his clothes, Zhuang Wudao stretched out his hand and summoned the light cloud back to his side. Then he walked to the side of the altar, looking at the jade tripod and the black blood, thoughtfully.

However, after a while, Luo Qingyun gently pinched Yao's nose and walked out of the Qingyun Sword, with a slight annoyance in his beautiful eyes.

"After the sword master, don't stab me with such a filthy and unclean thing. ”

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but glance at the 'light cloud', it was as clean as ever, not stained with dirt, and couldn't help laughing.

I wonder if this sword spirit still has a habit of cleanliness?

As for the composition of the black blood under his body, Zhuang Wudao had guessed a few points. It should be the blood of the snake after estrus, plus the **** under the virgin body, and then mixed with some elixir. are all addicted to ****, and they can't be vented, so this Jiao's blood and body fluids contain **** effects. That's why the sword spirit said that this was a filthy and unclean thing.

"I'll try to pay attention next time—"

If it was really like today, he would never hesitate when he had to.

"It's not about paying attention, it's about definitely not wanting to. ”

Seeing Zhuang Wudao's intention to deal with it, Yun'er said helplessly: "This kind of thing will be ignorant of spirituality, and Qingyun is now injured and has not recovered." Therefore, it is better not to touch it as much as possible. ”