In a floating sword pavilion in the Flying Immortal Gate, Feng Wuxian looked at the sword marks that went straight into the night sky with a solemn face.

An incomparably powerful divine consciousness suddenly erupted in his sea of consciousness, and the ties that were coiled around his hair instantly shattered like confetti.

The long black hair fluttered without wind, enveloping the valley where Lin Fan was located in an instant.

The incomparably powerful divine consciousness hovered over the blue water pool for dozens of breaths before slowly disappearing.

Sitting cross-legged in the Sword Pavilion, Feng Wuxian seemed to be in a daze, and it was a long time before he slowly got up.

He felt a trace of demonic aura around the blue water pool just now, which made his calm mind fluctuate a little.

After a long time, he said to himself: "Lin Luochen, your son will guard the entrance of the Demon Cave in your place, I hope he will not repeat your mistakes, hum! It seems that some people in the Sword Gate can't bear their ambitions, so don't blame me for killing them all then!"

In a hundred-zhang deep secret room under the Bulao Mountain, Wu Qianshu was rolling all over the ground at this time, and a terrible scream was wailing in his mouth.

His snow-white shirt was being corroded by the blood that flowed from his cheeks.

The white bones on Wu Qianshu's cheeks that had been slashed by a knife appeared, a trace of flesh and blood slowly melted, and the black and smelly blood dripped to the ground, emitting puffs of black smoke, and the hard rock ground was corroded into holes.

His fair skin was constantly shriveled and withered, and his black and shiny hair was gradually withering and falling out.

"Ahh

His curled body twitched, his fists pounding desperately to the ground, hoping to ease his pain.

The sword qi that raged on his cheeks was extremely evil, and it seemed to be specifically aimed at the "forgetfulness" magic skill in his body.

Feeling the threat of death, Wu Qianshu's cheeks showed a trace of hideousness.

He forcibly struggled to his feet, opened a secret door in the wall of the chamber, and leaned in to enter.

In the secret door is a room that is enough to be tens of zhang in size, the room is beautifully decorated, there are rockeries, hot springs, and dozens of peerless women laugh and play in it.

At this time, in the hot spring in the middle of the room, many women were laughing in the water with exquisite "carcass" bodies.

"Puff"

Wu Qianshu fell on the scarlet carpet in the room in embarrassment, and rolled a few times, causing the women in the spring to make a coquettish sound.

They twisted their waists like water snakes and rushed forward, as if intentionally or unconsciously revealing their most sultry posture.

The group of women did not let each other go, and they rushed to the front of each other.

Wu Qianshu's fishy smell made them frown slightly, and when they saw Wu Qianshu's half of the white cheeks, they lost their faces one by one, and even lowered their heads and vomited.

Wu Qianshu looked at the group of charming women in his eyes, and his dim eyes were full of excitement and eagerness.

He reluctantly stood up, pointed to a woman who was vomiting and said, "You can have today's extraordinary cultivation is not dependent on the cultivation of my Wu Qianshu, today I was in disaster, you dare to dislike me, hum! Now is the time for you to repay me!"

As he spoke, Wu Qianshu staggered over, a bloody face that was hideous and abnormal.

The women around retreated in horror to the side, exposing the vomiting woman in front.

The woman's beautiful face was full of panic, her originally ruddy cheeks turned pale, her ** body trembled when she was not there, and her watery eyes were full of pity.

The women gathered around all had a playful face, as if they had never seen a scene in front of them, but it was the first time they had seen Wu Qianshu look so embarrassed.

In the past, Wu Qianshu used the word "repayment" to demonstrate a shameful scene in front of them, and today it is the same.

Wiped the residual saliva from the corners of her mouth with her hand, the woman forcibly held back the churning nausea in her chest, stretched out her slender arm and hugged Wu Qianshu**'s waist.

A beautiful face shook its head at him like a delicate puppy.

Wu Qianshu's dim gaze gradually became bloody, and a faint smoke swirled between his fingers.

He lifted his finger slightly, sliding over the beautiful face, causing countless tiny bumps to emerge on the woman's fair skin.

Wu Qianshu's fingers landed on the swan-like neck, and the tip of his tongue stretched out of his mouth slid gently over the corners of his lips.

A pair of scarlet eyes full of longing.

There was a hint of innocence in the woman's watery eyes, and the seductive eyes seemed to imply something.

Wu Qianshu chuckled lightly with his cheeks dripping with pitch-black blood, and the fingers on the woman's neck gently twisted around.

The other hand grabbed the woman's jet-black smooth hair and lifted it upward.

In the onlookers of dozens of women, a beautiful human head was suddenly taken off by Wu Qianshu,

The human head that was carried in the air was unconscious, and there was a flattering smile on the cherry-like mouth.

A line of bright red blood gushed out from the delicate body that was still standing, and a thick stream of blood suddenly filled the entire room.

"Ahh

Screams of terror rang out from the mouths of dozens of women, who fled in all directions with pale faces.

At this time, Wu Qianshu opened his mouth and sucked it suddenly, and the blood shot out by the woman was swallowed by him.

The rotten cheeks were flushed for a moment.

His shriveled and withered skin had regained some shine, and his hair had fallen out and some fluff arched from the top of his head.

Ignoring the fleeing woman in front of him, he closed his eyes slightly, and a smile of intoxication appeared on his face.

The "Ruthless" magic skill in his body was helped by blood, and he actually had the posture of recovery, and the sword qi raging in his body weakened somewhat.

Suddenly, he opened his scarlet eyes violently, licked the remaining blood at the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and let out a chatter laugh as he looked at the women who were hiding around.

He threw the head of the person in the air into the hot spring, and some of the shriveled fingers erupted with a fog-like crimson smoke.

Crimson smoke filled the room like a mist, and it soon filled the room.

At this time, the women who were hiding everywhere had stiff eyes and blood-red eyes.

Wu Qianshu was in the scarlet smoke, and his figure gradually blurred and distorted.

In the range of this smoke, he was like a god, and the figures condensed by the fog made him incarnate innumerable.

In a few breaths, dozens of figures identical to him appeared all over the room.

None of the figures showed a hideous and bloodthirsty smile.

Fingers slid between each woman's white neck, and dozens of figures took off dozens of beautiful heads at the same time.

For a while, countless blood lines shot out from a plump and lubricated delicate body.

Wu Qianshu looked up to the sky and laughed, and dozens of blood lines gushing in the air rushed into his mouth.

Wu Qianshu, who was covered in **, was like being bathed in blood, his whole body was blood-red, and his shriveled skin recovered instantly.

Countless blood poured out of his half-bony cheeks.

"Poof, poof"

Hundreds of jet-black sword qi were forced out by him with blood, flying in all directions.

The incomparably sharp knife qi cut countless holes in the entire room made of rock, and dozens of fair-skinned delicate bodies turned into flesh and mud.

The skin on Wu Qianshu's cheeks squirmed, and soon an intact face returned to normal.

The cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was rapidly improved, and it broke through to the middle stage of foundation building in a few breaths.

Wu Qianshu inhaled from his mouth and nose, and the smoke that filled the room flowed back and was swallowed by him.

The avatar in the smoke also disappeared, and was retracted by him as the smoke flowed backwards.

Standing in front of a broken bronze mirror, Wu Qianshu looked at his ruddy face and waist-length black hair with satisfaction.

He took out a snow-white shirt from the storage ring between his fingers and put it on his sturdy body.

He glanced down at the human head that was tumbling in the hot springs, ignoring the blood in the room, and appeared in the secret room through the secret door when he came.

Pretending to tie his black hair behind his head, he pushed open another stone door with his backhand, and dodged in with a dashing step.

Inside the stone gate is also a stone house, but it is slightly smaller, but it is more beautifully decorated.

The walls of the room are covered with glowing pearls, the floor is covered with snow-white carpets, and a large pink bed is placed in the center.

He had a smile on his face, his eyes gentle, and his cheeks filled with the warmth of the sun.

Walking quickly to the bed, his slender fingers gently lifted the bed curtain, revealing a face full of resentment

Wu Qianshu's voice was soft, his eyes were apologetic, he looked at the beautiful face in front of him and said, "Mei'er, some things got out and came a little late, but fortunately, you are still waiting for me, I am very moved."

After saying that, he sat on the edge of the bed, took the woman full of resentment into his arms, and gently pressed his handsome cheek against the woman's forehead.

The woman stretched out a lotus root-like jade arm around his waist and said softly, "Wulang, Mei'er misses you, what have you been busy with these days?

Wu Qianshu said apologetically: "What else can I be busy with, it's not the preparation for your and my wedding!"

Lan Mei'er smiled and said: "It's really hard Wulang, it's just that I'm a little worried about Lin Fan, I'm afraid that he will stir up trouble when you and I get married, I heard that he actually defeated the "Bright Bright Heaven Sect" foundation building monk today, if not, you can return his father's sword to him, after all, a sword is as important as you and me's wedding!"

Wu Qianshu's face froze, he thought for a while and said, "Okay, when you and I get married, I will return the sword to him."

Wu Qianshu's words made Lan Mei'er's face happy, and she rolled down his strong body into the big bed.

Her jade arm hooked slightly, and the pink curtain slowly fell, only the constant gasps sounded from time to time.