Chaos God's Nest

An extremely terrifying aura surged out from Yan Xiaohuang's body, frightening the two women to the point where they immediately turned pale.

But soon the two of them reacted, and one of the women stepped forward and said, "Who are you? How dare you break into my Goddess Pavilion? I..."

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, she was stopped by the sister next to her.

"Are you crazy! Didn't you see the purple and gold temple order on his waist? That is..."

"what?"

Only then did the other woman see the purple-gold token on Yan Xiaohuang's waist. She knew what the purple-gold temple token meant. It was something that could only be possessed by the direct disciples of the temple master.

Unable to help but tremble, she hurriedly said again: "We just said that Yan Keke was... was..."

"By what? Say!"

"I said that not long ago, Junior Sister Yan Keke was imprisoned in the temple prison by Zhao Hongfang, a direct disciple of the Goddess Pavilion, on unfounded charges!" Another woman stepped forward and said.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, and then slowly asked: "How long has it been?"

"At least it's been more than a month!"

"More than a month?"

After hearing the female disciple's words, Yan Xiaohuang felt a surge of anger in his chest.

One month, I really don’t know what happened to Yan Keke during this period.

"Take me to the temple prison!" Yan Xiaohuang said coldly.

"This..."

The female disciple was obviously hesitant.

The next moment, a spiritual treasure fell in front of her.

"This!! A top-grade spiritual treasure?" the female disciple said excitedly upon seeing this.

"Are you going?" Yan Xiaohuang asked again.

"go with!"

......

In the temple prison.

Yan Keke was tied to the stone pillar. At this time, her face was extremely pale, and her whole body was covered with scars. She had been imprisoned in the prison for several days, and she had to be beaten and humiliated by Zhao Hongfang every day.

Fortunately, because of the constraints of the temple's sect rules, Zhao Hongfang never dared to kill him, so she still had a breath of life.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, and the stone door of the prison was slowly opened. A strong light came in from the outside and shone on Yan Keke's face. She opened her eyes hard and saw two figures walking slowly outside. It is Zhao Hongfang and Zhao Wuyang's siblings.

"Sister! I don't think Yan Xiaohuang can come back! There's no need to keep this woman. Why don't you let me..." Zhao Wuyang looked at Yan Keke's body obscenely, and tentatively looked at the girl next to him. sister Zhao Hongfang asked.

"Haha, you kid, you can't bear it for a long time, right? It's a pity that I detained my sister for a month, but I never waited for the kid to come back! Anyway, seeing that this woman is quite pretty, I'll give you an advantage!"

Zhao Hongfang had a cold smile on her face, then stretched out her hand to pat her brother's shoulder meaningfully, and slowly walked out of the prison.

Seeing that his sister finally agreed, Zhao Wuyang was naturally excited. Then he slowly walked towards Yan Keke, looking at her with excitement in his eyes.

At this time, Yan Keke could no longer hear clearly what the two were talking about, but she still noticed something was wrong from Zhao Wuyang's eyes.

She opened her mouth, but found that her mute point had been sealed, and she couldn't say anything at all. She could only watch Zhao Wuyang slowly walk towards her.

A feeling of despair and helplessness came to her heart. At this moment, she just wanted to die, but unfortunately she couldn't even die. She closed her eyes, and tears of blood fell from the corners of her eyes.

On the other side, Zhao Wuyang's face became more and more obscene. He did not take action directly, but first leaned forward to smell Yan Keke's scent.

After taking a greedy sip, he said intoxicatedly: "It smells so good!"

Then I saw him slowly reaching out to lift Yan Keke's chin, and then said with a smile: "I heard that you are still the eldest lady of the Fangxuan-level ancient clan, right? It's a pity that you will fall into my hands today! Hehe!"

After saying that, Zhao Wuyang stretched out his hand with a smile and began to slowly take off Yan Keke's clothes.

Yan Keke has always liked to wear red clothes. At this moment, the red clothes around her body slowly fell off like thin wings. In a moment, only crystal white skin appeared, but there were still scars on the skin. , extremely dazzling.

"The blame lies with Yan Xiaohuang. If it hadn't been for her, you wouldn't have ended up like this! But don't worry, I won't let my sister kill you!" Zhao Wuyang said slowly, looking at Yan Keke's body.

There was a look of intoxication on his face, and he was about to take action again, taking off the last two pieces of clothing on Yan Keke.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, there was only a boom, and there was a feeling of the earth shaking. Then, the stone door of the prison was suddenly blasted open, making Zhao Wuyang, who was intoxicated by the atmosphere of the scene, even more excited.

"What happened?" He suddenly turned his head and asked in confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, a red figure flew in and fell heavily on the wall, making him extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Wuyang looked closely and saw that it was his sister Zhao Hongfang. In response, he hurriedly ran forward.

Picking up Zhao Hongfang, Zhao Wuyang immediately asked: "Sister! What happened?"

Then Zhao Hongfang slowly opened his eyes, with a look of fear in his eyes, and said slowly to him: "Brother! Go quickly! Hurry..."

Before she could finish speaking, she passed out.

The next moment, Zhao Wuyang only heard footsteps outside the door, and then saw a figure appearing at the door of the prison.

Because the man's back was facing the dazzling sunlight, facing him, Zhao Wuyang couldn't see who it was for a moment. He could only see that the man seemed to be holding something in his hand, and there was an inexplicable liquid flowing down.

After the man walked in, he gradually saw his appearance clearly. It was Yan Xiaohuang who had not returned for half a year.

Seeing Yan Xiaohuang, Zhao Wuyang couldn't help but feel happy, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's you! How dare you come back! Hahaha! I want... Huh?"

Suddenly, he woke up, glanced at Yan Xiaohuang, and then at his sister Zhao Hongfang, who was lying in his arms and had passed out. A look of horror gradually appeared on his face.

Then he bravely looked at the thing in Yan Xiaohuang's hand, and it turned out to be an extremely ferocious human head.

He also knew the owner of the head. He was his sister's master, Elder Tianbei, and he was a strong man at the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm.

"You! Did you kill Elder Tianbei?" he asked Yan Xiaohuang in horror.

Yan Xiaohuang ignored Zhao Wuyang, but turned around to search inside the dungeon, only to suddenly find Yan Keke who was tied to a stone pillar.

At this time, Yan Keke had no clothes on his body, and only close-fitting things were left to cover his body. If he had been a step too late just now, the consequences would have been disastrous.

He quickly stepped forward to rescue Yan Keke from the stone pillar and unlocked all the restrictions on her body. Yan Xiaohuang still said nothing and just stared at her quietly.

Putting away the bloody head in his hand, Yan Xiaohuang took out a piece of clean clothing from the storage ring, wrapped it around Yan Keke, and slowly picked him up.

As if feeling a familiar aura, Yan Keke slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Yan Xiaohuang again, for some reason, the feeling of despair and helplessness he had felt for a month suddenly disappeared.

"You're back!" She said weakly, with crystal tears slowly falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Ok!"

Yan Xiaohuang nodded, but didn't say much, just slowly embraced him in his arms.

After a long time, he came to Zhao Wuyang holding Yan Keke and said in a cold tone: "Take your sister! Follow me!"

"Go? Go...where?" Zhao Wuyang asked with some fear.

What answered him was Yan Xiaohuang's blood-red eyes and the terrifying and cold murderous intent.

In response, he had no choice but to pick up his sister Zhao Hongfang and follow Yan Xiaohuang carefully.

The two of them walked towards the outside of the prison step by step.

At this time, outside the temple prison, there were already a crowd of temple disciples who were attracted by the sound and came to watch. Seeing Yan Xiaohuang's appearance, they all couldn't help but get excited.

Yan Xiaohuang was seen expressionless as he slowly walked towards Ye Ling'er in the crowd. At this time, Ye Ling'er looked anxious and stared intently at Yan Keke in Yan Xiaohuang's arms.

"Junior sister Ke'er!" She said with a slightly tearful voice.

"Take care of her for me!" Yan Xiaohuang said.

"it is good!"

Ye Ling'er nodded and took the weak Yan Keke from Yan Xiaohuang's arms.

Afterwards, Yan Xiaohuang was seen slowly walking towards Zhao Wuyang in front of everyone.

"You! What are you going to do?" Zhao Wuyang asked in horror.

"What do you think?" Yan Xiaohuang said calmly with a cold face.

It seemed that the anger in his heart had already reached its extreme, and his emotional expression had also gone to extremes.

Yan Xiaohuang took out a spiritual sword from his arms, and then slowly approached Zhao Wuyang.

"For your sins, killing alone can no longer vent the anger in my heart. I will torture you to death bit by bit! No! This is not enough. After you die! I will peel off your souls bit by bit. I I want to make your souls into soul lamps and hang them in this dungeon forever!" Yan Xiaohuang said slowly, gradually approaching Zhao Wuyang.

"You dare to kill us in front of so many people? My Zhao family is an ancient tribe in the ancient domain. If you kill us, you will not end well!" Zhao Wuyang retreated tremblingly and kept repeating.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang sneered and said: "Ancient Earth Level Clan? Haha! I want to kill you, even if the people from the Yuhua Sect come, they won't be able to stop you!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang punched out Zhao Wuyang's dantian, directly destroying his cultivation.

"No!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Wuyang's mouth, and it hit Yan Xiaohuang's face. Yan Xiaohuang wiped the blood on his face with his hands. Not only did he not show disgust at this time, but on the contrary, he looked disgusted because of the stimulation of the blood. Extremely excited.

Wei Wei circulated his spiritual energy to restrain Zhao Wuyang, and he had already started performing.

With one thrust of the sword, he targeted the place that was not fatal but the pain was very strong, causing Zhao Wuyang to suddenly scream in agony.

The next moment, screams continued to come from Zhao Wuyang's mouth, and soon there were blood holes all over his body.

"Give me a pleasure! Give me a pleasure!" Zhao Wuyang wailed and said to Yan Xiaohuang.

"Give you a pleasure? You think so!"

Yan Xiaohuang sneered and stabbed with his sword again. This sword stabbed impartially between Zhao Wuyang's legs.

"what!"

Zhao Wuyang screamed, the sound was several times louder than before, and he passed out from the pain.

This scene just happened to fall completely in the eyes of the spectators, especially the male disciples. At this moment, they were actually a little touched. Their legs were trembling, and they felt a cool breeze blowing under their crotches.

Seeing Zhao Wuyang passed out, Yan Xiaohuang did not intend to wake him up, but turned to look at Zhao Hongfang.

Zhao Hongfang had already woken up from her brother's screams, and when she saw Yan Xiaohuang's expression, her face turned ugly.

"You! What are you going to do?" she asked in horror.

"Nothing! I just want you to taste the excruciating pain!" Yan Xiaohuang sneered and replied, raising the sword in his hand to stab him.

And at this moment, a sound of scolding was heard from above.

"Evil! Stop!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but look up and saw an old man wearing the attire of a temple elder standing in the void. His face was slightly sulky and he was looking at him intently.