Suddenly, Yang Zhao smiled, his robe rolled up, and a gust of wind blew, turning the corpse of the sword weight on the ground into a cloud of flying ashes, and disappeared.

Sure enough, as the Butterfly Immortal said, the station of the Flying Immortal Palace was more than seventy miles away, in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

The two of them stood on the top of a hill, looking down at the bottom of the valley, and saw a clear stream flowing through the valley, the grass by the stream was green, and the terrain was flat, which was quite a good place to go. Not far from the stream, five or six elaborate tents have been erected, among which the translucent incense tent with a slight pink color in the middle is the most.

There were four men and women dressed in small clothes by the stream, splashing water and laughing and playing, and there was a faint sound of wheezing and moaning in the tent.

However, even at such a distance, Yang Zhao did not smell any special aroma. It's just that in the pink incense tent, I seem to see a slight flame flickering, maybe it is the incense burner.

The butterfly immortal's eyes turned, and he turned between the tents, and his brows furrowed slightly: "The second one on the left should be where Huayin lives." We were lucky, there was just a thousand miles of incense burning over there, presumably she was preparing to contact her fellow disciples......

"In this way, the snake girl doesn't know what she did, this is our chance! You stumble the nine people, don't let them make trouble! I'm going to snuff out the thousands of miles of Xunxiang...... Let's take it as a ghost leader to make more time for us!"

In the mocking tone, the figure of the Butterfly Immortal seemed to melt into the air, and it disappeared in a flash, but Yang Zhao could only barely feel the trajectory of her flight.

According to her instructions, Yang Zhao quickly made a plan, almost chasing the back of the Butterfly Immortal, flying down. But he had barely flown half a distance when exclamations and outbursts of anger rang out in the tent.

Is this the difference in speed between the two?

Yang Zhao pressed this distracting thought and let out a roar. Swooping down like giant eagles, the two pairs of men and women by the stream were startled by the sound of the explosion when they saw Yang Zhao flying over their heads. They froze for a moment, and then they knew how to rush forward.

Yang Zhao rushed all the way to the outside of the tent, and before he could stop, the precious fabric woven into the tent could no longer withstand the turbulence of the flowing vitality. In the crash, the explosion was torn apart. Yang Zhao took two steps away and watched the two figures fly into the sky, intertwined in the air.

He smiled, and the ghost crow flying sword that he had cultivated in the Phantom Palace turned into a dark mist, swirled around the void, pierced through two tents in a row, and forced out a male cultivator hidden behind.

Then there were four people by the stream and four people in the tent. At the same time, he ate a ghost fire, and although it didn't hurt much, it managed to attract their attention.

Yang Zhao sneered, and the sword flew up and rushed towards the place where the battle was fought in the air.

The men and women of the Flying Immortal Palace on the ground knew that he was calculating, and thought that he was going to attack Huayin with his hands, so they all shouted angrily and used their own means. or fly, or attack from afar. They all called Yang Zhao. For a while, I forgot that the most needed help now is to turn yin!

Yang Zhao was injured, and he only blocked two waves of attacks, and then he was sweating, no matter which of the nine disciples of the Flying Immortal Palace. The cultivation is much worse than him, but they are better than the tacit understanding, and they are good at the art of joint attacks, which complement each other from far and near, and are very difficult. Yang Zhao couldn't dodge again. The situation is quite awkward.

At this moment, there was a chuckle on his head, followed by a warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, and when he looked at it, he was a big beauty with a vivid color, but he didn't know what was forbidden, a pair of bright eyes squinted like a cat, he couldn't open them, and his body was also soft and weak, but it became more and more delicate.

Yang Zhao immediately knew that this was the Yin Tribulation Girl.

The Butterfly Immortal is really unfathomable, and it only takes a dozen breaths to capture a skilled monk, and his cultivation is really terrifying.

The beautiful woman in her arms tried her best to open her eyes to look at him, and when she saw his face, she was obviously shocked. Yang Zhao immediately knew that this woman knew him, didn't she get the news from Swallowing Yang?

The beauty seemed to want to speak, but she didn't have the slightest strength, and in the end she only ended up panting, and her body trembled slightly because of her breathing, grinding slightly in Yang Zhao's arms, and couldn't help but make Yang Zhao think of what she was going to do soon, and her heart rose wildly for a while, and she lowered her head and kissed it.

The beauty's tongue was sealed, and she was even more babbling speechless, her body writhed uneasily, and the knotted bun Xiu broke free from the restraints in this action, and spread out, and the nine-feather screen hairpin of the bundle also fell down the soft silk and fell into the stream below.

The appearance of the beauty being slaughtered by others made Yang Zhao's chest rise sharply, and she began to move her hands up and down, making her rather delicate blue-sleeved pomegranate skirt messy, and she was almost going to do it here.

At this moment, Gu Zhong screamed repeatedly, and he pulled Li Xun out of his carnal state.

Yang Zhao's mind was clear, and then he looked at Huayin, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was no obvious love between his eyebrows, but it made people feel her fear, nervousness, and despair, and even gave birth to the feeling of holding her in the palm of his hand.

Yang Zhao's heart was surprisingly clear at this time, and he praised lightly on the edge of the crystal ear beads of the Yin: "Good means!"

As soon as the body of the Yin turned tight, it immediately softened like a clay figure.

Yang Zhao had already returned to his usual state, he smiled coldly, looked down at the valley, but saw that the nine disciples of the Flying Immortal Palace were already lying on the ground. At first glance, it seemed that they were all killed, but Yang Zhao could clearly see that the five men were dead, but the four female cultivators were just unconscious.

He frowned and fell.

The Butterfly Immortal had just come back from washing his hands by the stream, and when he saw Yang Zhao's expression, he smiled and said, "What's the matter, this Yin Transformation is not to your liking?"

"How come!" Yang Zhao took a strong breath of aroma around his neck, and his face showed a slight intoxication: "It's cool and distant, and the fragrance is like silk." This is the fragrance of the carrot vine, and thanks to the water fairy, he will repay him today......!

After a pause, he smiled again: "It turns out that women also do the things of pity and cherishing jade." ”

The Butterfly Immortal swept over the four unconscious female cultivators on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "Goddesses are famous for hating men and women, even for disciples. If you kill a few men, it may not be anything, but if you don't let go of even the female disciples, there will be some trouble in the future. Of course, if we stop talking about it afterwards......"

Yang Zhao didn't say much, but the beauty in his arms trembled slightly, and he groaned in his mouth, and there was a little bit of water in his eyes that he couldn't open.

After a little silence, Yang Zhao understood what the Butterfly Immortal meant, and he also smiled and said, "It's just a gesture, it's just that you just said it, how can I ask?"

Listening to his words, even if the posture of the Yin in his arms was weak, his body tensed instantly, and then softened like water, and his eyes were full of begging for mercy.

The more this happened, the more Yang Zhao could hold it, and just twisted it on her chest with his hand, and received a soft groan that seeped into the bone marrow. (Do you want to know more exciting news about "Purple Void Seeking Daolu"?Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right, select Add Friends to add the official account, search for "Qidianzhongwenwang", pay attention to the official account, and never miss every update!) (To be continued......)