Chapter 289 One Hundred Scenes of the Erotic Palace
Author: Ruixuefengnian
Chapter 289 One Hundred Scenes of the Erotic Palace
In an instant, day and night reversed, there was no light in the sky and the moon, miserable red ghosts were everywhere, and the clear world instantly turned into a greasy and dead ground. The two elders who rushed over without sacrificing their vitality and vitality fell to the ground, trembling and knelt down.
beg for mercy.
"Young Sect Master, please calm down!"
Neither of the two elders doubted whether Feng Qing'an was fake at this moment, they thought that the ghost genius who had only appeared in Yinhun Sect for hundreds of years had used his previously hidden magical leg when he was seriously injured.
After all, in the competition between his peers, no one in his sect could force him to use his full strength. It is not surprising that he has some magical legs that cannot be hidden.
"Calm down, we two old guys, why did the sect send us to his side? When we encountered a powerful enemy, we ran faster than him and caused his protector to die tragically. What crime should we bear?"
Feng Qing'an was furious, but the two elders lowered their heads, not daring to show anything strange.
Could it be that they were madly insulting me in their hearts? They tried to persuade me again and again, but if I didn’t listen, what could they do?
He provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. The guardian was struck by a sword and he was seriously injured. However, he complained that they ran fast. What if they didn't run? It was just two more old corpses.
"We are two old losers, what are you doing here? Why don't you come over quickly and escort him back to the sect."
Feng Qing'an's face looked gloomy at this time, and his gloomy aura was like the dark sky in the east where a violent storm was about to pour down, making people tremble with fear.
"Are you waiting for him to drain our blood, train our souls, and then fly back on his own?"
"No, no."
"He will send you back to the sect then."
Although they were still not as violent and arrogant as they remembered, the two elders secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the young sect leader had no intention of killing them, and their lives could be saved.
Meow~
The two elders stood up and walked towards Feng Qing'an, preparing to take back the young sect master who had a weak breath and seemed to be in a very bad state, when a lazy cat meow sounded at an inappropriate time, which chilled the heart.
The two Yuandan monks unconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the cat meow came, only to find that on their young sect leader's shoulders, there was a black cat slightly larger than a fist crouching and walking, with golden pupils.
Breathtaking.
"Where did the cat come from?"
"When did the Young Sect Master get a cat?"
"Then it took the form of some ferocious beast?"
"Could it be that all the people the young sect leader has just conquered have already fled for their lives, so they have enough energy to spare?"
When the two elders saw the black cat and had many thoughts, another cat meowed. The two elders who had unconsciously looked at the black cat suddenly had a dazed look in their eyes, and their moods changed.
"It turns out to be Fu Junyan, look at his memory!"
"If the young sect master was able to escape and ascend to heaven, Jun Yan must have put in a lot of effort and made great contributions. The young sect master is worthy of being a man of great luck. Even if he provokes beings who shouldn't be provoked, he can turn danger into good fortune.
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At this moment, the two Yuandan monks looked at Jun Yan with nothing strange in their eyes, as if the golden-eyed black cat should not have appeared on Feng Qingan's shoulder.
Feng Qing'an, who was always paying attention to the changes of the two attendant elders, saw such a scene and looked down at the little black cat squatting on his shoulder, licking its pink paws.
Demon Red Tiger
The descendant of the red tiger with the power of the devil, if he had not had the blood of the holy beast, he would have been killed by a sword long ago, but even so, most of him was destroyed.
When Feng Qing'an met the little thing and asked for it from his elder brother, the little thing had no power to resist. He just flattened and rounded it and was forced to make a contract.
Even if Bu Nao was forcibly pressed to the east, the guy would not give in. Then he was thrown to the silent seventh floor of the cave by Feng Qing'an. After being locked up for a while, he suddenly became honest.
The seemingly pitiful little cat had its noble head bowed under the oppression of reality, because it felt the determination of its wrong brother.
If it doesn't choose to give in and bow its head, it really wants to be roasted until death. It is not a descendant of the red tiger, but it has unexpectedly mastered the power of the demon and has an infinitely bright future. How can it be willing to be imprisoned in a ruined cave?
End this remaining life.
After some internal struggle, Jun Yan chose to bow his head and surrender temporarily, giving up part of his dignity in exchange for limited freedom. After escaping, he would wait for an opportunity.
It believes that if it has no need, it will give up its useless dignity and give up its own bright future. Everything lost now can be recovered in a few months when it gets rid of the shackles and constraints.
"You didn't realize it, but I'm very capable."
Feng Qing'an, who was able to perfectly control everything with his level suppression, naturally knew what the seemingly weak and bully kitten had just done to the two Zadan monks.
With the all-pervasive nature of demons, it forcibly invaded their souls, forcibly inserting its existence into their past memories, and by the way, it modified some of the good things about its master.
"Meow~"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's sigh, the little black cat raised its head proudly. Its current strength is indeed very weak. Judging simply by the amount of spiritual power, it is even inferior to those Qi practitioners of the human race who have just started practicing.
But the power it possesses is the power of the devil. No matter how small it is, it is still not enough to play with a few miscellaneous alchemy monks.
"I really want to feel the terror of the Yidong Heavenly Demon's power, Hesei, it's useless to mess with him, I can't!"
Feng Qing'an felt the kitten's triumphant posture, and an understatement of thought passed to him, and then he saw the kitten's proud expression froze,
But it only lasted for a moment, and then the little guy lowered his head as if nothing had happened and continued to lick his pink paws. However, Feng Qingan could clearly detect that the four little paws of the little guy were clenched tightly.
, the sharp claws hidden in the tender flesh pads show signs of popping out.
The little guy Bu Nao restrained himself. Since the power of the demon was of no use, Ruming's red tiger bloodline couldn't be of much use, so he still had the potential to be played with and exploited.
"A formless demon capable of corrupting the Buddha?"
The little kitten looked relaxed, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart at the moment. Feng Qing'an used his soul contract to spy out everything. The huge gap made it impossible for him to keep secrets in front of Feng Qing'an.
"Yes, yes, I will work hard in that direction. The cultivation of the Red Tiger Bloodline must not fall into the wrong direction. Once the gods and demons are out of balance and I become a real demon, he will probably have to kill me. His elder brother should not be able to accept me."
existence."
Feng Qing'an used the gentlest thoughts and said the most terrifying things. The little black cat, who was originally very relaxed and natural, suddenly had hair all over his body exploded and turned into a small ball of fur. He looked extremely cruel.
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"Young Sect Master, does Jun Yan feel any danger?"
Seeing the kitten that suddenly exploded, the two elders who were approaching suddenly became nervous. In their memories forcibly implanted by the demonic red tiger that day, Jun Yan had the blood of the evil black tiger, or a kind of blood.
A ferocious beast that can devour ghosts and has extremely keen spiritual senses.
"It's nothing. He is playing with it. Let's come over and carry the sedan for him."
Feng Qingan waved his leg and took out a blood sedan.
Even though there is no one in the east, the bloody divination carving with hundreds of ferocious ghosts is still standing, eerie and ghostly, with strings of skeletons hanging from the four corners to the east, shaking gently and making weird screams.
.On the door curtain made of unknown animal leather, many human faces appeared, men, women, old and young, all different from each other, making silent roars.
"no."
Even though there was such a ghastly blood sedan, the two accompanying elders did not bother to check it. They walked to the front and rear of the blood sedan and waited quietly for Feng Qingan to sit in the sedan with a respectful attitude.
When Feng Qing'an saw that there was indeed nothing unusual about the two Zadan monks, he waved his legs and put away the vision oil gun Tiandong. The two old guys didn't even notice the vision, and even mistakenly thought it was the vision.
A ghostly supernatural power.
"Return to the clan!"
Feng Qing'an endured his nausea and boarded the blood sedan. After he opened the sedan curtain that was full of ominousness and malice, he discovered that there was a cave inside, although it was still filled with an uncomfortable blood-red color.
Among them is the extremely intoxicating aroma of lycopersicon.
"Get off the bridge!"
Two Zadan cultivators lifted up the blood sedan, turning it into a streak of blood-red mysterious light that rose into the sky. Feng Qing'an, who was walking in it, didn't even notice any shaking.
“I really enjoy it.”
Looking at the furnishings of Yidong Blood Sedan, Feng Qingan turned his attention to the Yinhun Sect that was about to arrive. Although he had seen it countless times in the memory of his disguised young sect leader, it was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.
"Young sect master, we will beg to return to the sect immediately."
Passing over the lofty mountains, the blood sedan crashed into an invisible barrier. A slightly cold and rich spiritual energy rushed towards the face, and a vast sea of clouds floated in front of the eyes.
"Then no, Yinhun Sect?!"
Feng Qing'an opened the sedan curtain and looked down at the turbulent and restless vast sea of clouds in the east. The jagged mountains of different heights were like islands in the sea, dotted in dots across the sea of clouds that could not be seen at a glance.
"Is it possible that a sect with three human immortals could be of such a scale? What would it be like if the immortals came to control it?"
The young man looked down at the rare and strange beasts that were moving through the sea of clouds, and he could not help but sigh with emotion.
"Young Sect Leader, do you want to go back to the cave?"
At that time, a respectful old voice came from the front, and the elder who had become a bearer was asking.
"If he doesn't go to the cave, where can he go? To meet his mean and unkind father? Let him laugh at him?"
A cold voice sounded, and the elder who carried the sedan couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
"He will send you back to the cave then."
Feng Qing'an, who had a cold voice, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart at this moment. He had just passed through the mountain protection formation safely. As for his original worries, they were too unnecessary.
Those human immortals simply didn't have time. Even if one of them valued the young sect leader, it didn't mean that he could see him at any time, let alone even go out once and have to care about something and ask him.
Human immortals pursue the path of eliminating disasters and avoiding evil, and the path of earthly immortals that can prolong the life of various legs. Who has nothing to do but pays attention to the affairs of the sect, and as for the things in the world, they will not pay the slightest attention.
So the only thing he had to deal with was his father, the sect leader. Fortunately, because that father was addicted to the power of the sect and was indifferent to the young sect leader he pretended to be, the relationship between the two was not the same.
No, after entering the sect, Feng Qingan can go back to the cave directly without paying attention to anyone.
Under the awed gazes of countless disciples in the East, the blood sedan turned into a ray of mysterious light and rushed straight into the depths of the sea of clouds. It landed in a building complex built on a cliff and landed on a bronze platform protruding from the cliff.
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"Master, you are finally back. I miss me so much!"
"You haven't favored him for a long time. Can you please be the first to favor him tomorrow?"
"He's so hungry! Master, I should feed him!"
"Tomorrow if the master denies his, none of us can rob it from him!"
"You humble servant, how dare I compete with him for my master?!"
The blood sedan had just landed on the ground, and a stream of light smoke of soul energy flew out from the palace built on the cliff, landed on the bronze platform, and transformed into one after another, fat and thin, each with their own temperament.
The stunning ghost.
When Feng Qing'an walked out of the blood sedan, many ghost girls swarmed in and crowded Feng Qing'an in the middle. I fought for him to grab it. In the dark, was there the light of magical power shining, attracting the calm bronze platform?
In chaos.
"Young Sect Master, please wait until he retires."
Seeing the scene full of charming meaning, which seemed to be a scene of a hundred erotic scenes, the two elders looked at their noses, noses and hearts, and consciously bid farewell to Feng Qing'an.
"Well, get out of here!"
Feng Qingan opened his arms, hugged the four ghost girls who screamed in surprise, and moved his legs impatiently,
"He will not disturb the young sect leader's elegance."
Seeing that the young sect leader was already surrounded by a group of warblers, the two elders looked at each other and smiled, then they turned into light and left, not staying here for long.
"Master, while you are away, can he practice his Xiao skills hard? He will play them for you later."
"What does that mean to me? Can he practice the art of riding a horse and satisfy your master?"
"He has learned the art of arranging flowers and jade with one leg..."
Amidst the bursts of icy cold breath, Feng Qing'an was like a dissolute young man obsessed with the beauty of ghosts, leading a group of stunning ghosts into a bronze palace.
As soon as they entered the palace, many ghost girls took off their clothes and took off their belts, revealing their beautiful curves and beauty, hoping to make Feng Qing'an's gaze linger for a moment.
Clang!
A high-pitched phoenix cry that had been suppressed for a long time sounded, and the ice blue phoenix rushed out from the body of the young man with a sinister expression. The pressure like the heavens and the sea swept across the palace, begging to crush those ghosts who did not know whether to live or die.
Pressed into ashes.
"If you don't want to die, you don't have to do this."
Seeing that the mysterious seal of the Black Phoenix was trying to crush all the ghosts, Feng Qing'an even stepped out to stop him, but he couldn't bear to part with those stunning ghosts, because those ghosts would not be the embellishments of his disguised identity.