I, Panda, am super fierce!

The sect that Si Heng is going to is called the Cuishan faction. According to the city lord, the surrounding countries are all under the control of the Cuishan faction, and the Cuishan faction often sends disciples down the mountain to practice.

The dead "worship" in the city came from there.

It is easy to find the Cuishan faction. This area is a vast plain, and only a green hill is exposed in the distance.

After leaving the city, Si Heng stepped into the void and arrived at the foot of the mountain after burning an incense stick.

This mountain is not very tall, and the aura on the mountain is stronger than other places. A stone step leads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. From the mountainside, there are many houses on both sides of the stone steps, which looks a bit shabby.

The mountain is shrouded in blood and evil spirits, and if you stay for a long time, you will become violent and bloodthirsty.

Si Heng set up a barrier in front of Yi Zhou, patted Xiaomao Tuanzi twice with his palm, and then swept towards the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain lived the head and elders of the Cuishan Sect. When he went up, those people were gathering to discuss matters.

Compared with the rigor of the orthodox sect's negotiating, here is more debauchery.

The formation was easily undone, and a lewd and absurd scene appeared before his eyes.

The upper echelons of the Cuishan faction are all disheveled, and there are several cauldron attendants beside each of them, and some of them are talking and having sex at the same time.

Si Heng's complexion changed slightly, he covered Yi Zhou's eyes for the first time, then stuffed the black and white balls into his sleeves to seal his hearing, and then looked in front of him again.

Yi Zhou was tucked into his sleeves, unable to see or hear, surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, he moved his buttocks, hugged the arms not far away and hung up.

It's too quiet here, a quiet place will always make people think more, Yi Zhou unconsciously remembered the scene he saw just now, although Si Heng moved very fast, he still caught the actions of those people in his eyes.

Yi Zhou's understanding of Shuangxiu has always been limited. The only knowledge he has is all learned from the jade slips in the secret realm. No matter how vivid the patterns on the jade slips are, they can't compare with real people in reality.

He was thinking wildly in his mind, the previous picture was played over and over again, but the main character in the picture changed from the elder and male favorite of the Mountain Climbing School to the master of him and this arm.

The static picture in his mind began to move, the movement was very slow and incoherent, far from the real double cultivation, it just replaced the main characters one by one with the contents of the jade slips he had read before.

This thought couldn't stop at all, Yi Zhou's face was hot, his eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes were shaking constantly, he felt hot and unbearable.

This feeling is not very good, Yi Zhou waved away the picture in his mind, let out a long breath, rubbed his body on the arm in his hand, trying to make himself more comfortable.

Even with the erotic pictures in front of him, Si Heng didn't feel fluctuated in his heart. He sorted out the information he needed from the conversations of these people, and when he just mentioned the key point, the hairball on Si Heng's arm appeared. I became restless.

He lowered his head, the wide sleeves of the robe were fluctuating back and forth with the movement of the ball inside, his arm was itchy from being poked by the hair, Si Heng hesitated for a moment, raised his other hand, and patted the bulge. clap.

He originally only wanted to comfort him, but something went wrong when he took the photo. Yi Zhou didn't enjoy rubbing himself, and when he was touched by the other hand, he felt that he had scratched the itchy spot all over his body.

The little guy in the sleeve seemed a little more excited, and a soft object swept across his arm, wetting the area it passed.

Si Heng knew what this thing was, and suddenly there was a ripple in his calm heart. His heart trembled, and something secret was about to come out vigorously.

In the end, he still suppressed the eagerness to move, and returned his gaze to the picture in front of him.

The feast of love and sex in front of me is almost over, and the voices of the cauldrons have changed, from sweet to painful. Right under Si Heng's eyes, those people seem to have been sucked out of their essence, and they are aging and withering in an instant. .

The demon cultivators pushed the cauldron, which had lost its breath, aside, and meditated to consolidate the gains just now.

"The cauldron furnace is pretty good this time." Not long after, one person opened his eyes and said.

Another person said: "It's really good, this practice is worth as much as my hard work for several months."

Several people in the hall looked at each other and burst out laughing.

After laughing a few times, the person who spoke first restrained his expression and sighed: "It's just a pity."

The person next to him asked, "What's the pity?"

"The maids are so qualified, and I don't know what that little girl is like?" The man licked the corner of his mouth: "The body of the nine yins! Maybe it can make me break through a big realm."

"You are dreaming blindly. It is a tribute to the Great Elder of the Demon Gate. Do you dare to try?" Another person said with a tiger face: "When the time comes, the Demon Gate will blame you, can you afford it?"

"I'll just talk about it." The person before said with a sneer: "It can't be true, it can't be true."

The others glanced at him, thinking that he didn't dare to do anything, so they changed the subject and discussed the matter of paying tribute.

During their conversation, Si Heng almost sorted out the distribution of forces on the Mo Dao side.

Unlike the orthodox way, the demonic way is dominated by the demonic sect, and the other sects either attached themselves or were eradicated long ago.

And the Great Elder of the Demon Sect, the object of their tribute, is already in the late stage of Void Return.

"You said that the Demon Sect already has five Void Returning cultivators, when will we be able to take us back?"

Another person said: "It should be soon, the Great Elder may break through at any time, who doesn't know that he wants to go back to Dongda Road?"

"Who doesn't want to go back?" Someone spat: "It is rumored that the East Road is a wonderful place with countless resources. Isn't it much better than this remote place?"

The Cuishan sect is not big, and the news these people have heard has been passed on to many hands, and they can't talk about anything. After talking for a while, they turned the topic to cultivation again.

Knowing the information he needed, Si Heng was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

"If you want me to say that there is nothing good here, the only good thing is that there are many people." Someone behind laughed and said: "The Zongmen classics always say that the group of righteous hypocrites have been stopping us from practicing, talking about natural principles Insufferable bullshit.

If you want me to say that the Demon Sect is really going back, it is best to wipe out all the orthodox sects. At that time, we don't want mortals, but imprison those orthodox monks, and kill a few when we want to practice. Wouldn't it be beautiful! "

"Hahahaha." The other laughed loudly: "That's a great idea, you can talk to the Great Elder when you pay the tribute."

"Forget it, forget it, I don't dare to do that." The man clicked his tongue twice: "The Great Elder looked at me, and I thought I was dead."

They talked happily, as if they had already seen the beautiful picture of righteous monks being raised like livestock, but before they could imagine playing, there were violent fluctuations from the formation outside.

"Who is it!" The head of the Cuishan faction stood up and shouted.

As his words fell, the formation was also destroyed, and a black-robed monk walked in from the door. The man wore a hat on his head and was surrounded by demonic energy, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

"Bold lunatic, dare to break into my Cuishan faction." The head waved his hand, and took the lead in attacking: "You are courting death!"

What he used was a human bone skeleton. The eyes of the skeleton glowed with green light, and shadows emerged from the green light one after another. The shadows surrounded him, and there were bursts of howling.

The howls of shadows can affect people's sanity. In addition, their sharp nails can also be regarded as weapons of the gods. The shadows are translucent, but their nails seem to be solid, and the fingertips are shining with a faint blue light. , can not be underestimated at a glance.

This is the unique magic weapon of the head of the Cuishan School. The shadow in the magic weapon is refined by him after slaughtering 40 people, and it is extremely powerful.

But this omnipotent magic weapon has lost its effect in front of the visitor, the howling has no effect on him, and the nails can't even pierce the robe.

The head of the Cuishan faction has a bad heart, and this is a hard stubble.He urged his mana to increase his attack, and the skeleton in his hand floated away, growing other parts of his body.

The skeleton held a bone knife in his hand and ran towards him waving.

The moment the skeleton took shape, the person finally moved. He raised his hand, put his fingers together, and stroked down.

A gust of wind blew past, and the skeleton in front of him was reduced to powder inch by inch, and the surrounding shadows became dim.

The wind was still blowing forward, and in front of the head of the Cuishan faction, the light in the head's eyes disappeared instantly, but the body was still standing.

The people in the back were a step too late, and they took out the magic weapon at this time. One of them walked to the head, took out a black magic weapon and said to Si Heng: "Die!"

After using the move, he turned his head and glanced at the head next to him, only to see the head disappearing inch by inch before his eyes. Before he could be frightened, he also felt the wind blowing in front of him.

After that I don't know anything.

It was no difficulty for Si Heng to deal with this group of monks who were tallest but out of their bodies. He didn't kill all of them, but kept one.

After shattering the meridians of his whole body, Si Heng asked him, "Where do you lock him?"

That person was the one who still thought about the body of the Nine Yins after picking up the tonic. At this moment, his whole body was limp on the ground, his face was full of panic, and he would only say "Don't kill me."

"Where are you imprisoning people?" Si Heng asked again.

In the eyes of people on the ground, Si Heng is like the next demon god. Hearing this emotionless voice, he dared not answer.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I, I said, I'm locked in a dungeon." He trembled, and climbed two steps back with his hands.

Si Heng raised his hand, a lifting force lifted him up, and a warm current flowed into his body, which not only brought him endless pain, but also gave him a little more strength.

The person from Cuishanpai let out a cry of pain, and then closed his mouth.

He raised his eyes and quietly glanced at the killing god in front of him, and his body trembled after hearing "lead the way".

He trembled, and said again: "Don't kill me."

"it is good."

Hearing the other party's agreement, he turned around and led the way with pain all over his body.

The place where the Cuishan Paiguan was located was in the belly of the mountain. Before arriving at the place, Si Heng smelled a strong stench, like the smell of rotting meat.

He frowned, and looked around the dungeon in front of him.

Then ask the people around you: "Is everyone in this place?"

"Yes, yes, it's all here." The person from the Cuishan faction replied, and suddenly saw the person evoking a smile.

He felt bad, and felt a sharp pain again.

"you……"

After uttering only one word, he fell to the ground powerlessly and closed his eyes forever.