I, Panda, am super fierce!

As a monk in the fusion period, it is naturally impossible for the female nun of the Albizia Sect to be defeated so easily.

Although she lost the short whip and was injured, she still had other means.

Facing the sweeping dragon tail, she remained calm, stretched out her hands, and pale pink flowers grew from the light-white fingertips.

Those flowers looked delicate, but after flying out of their hands, they showed extremely strong resilience—they just blocked the attack of Longwei just like that.

The flowers swept by the dragon's tail flew in pieces, forming a pale pink vortex, which enveloped the dragon's tail, so that Canglong couldn't escape for a while.

The dragon's tail couldn't break free for a while, but Canglong was not willing to be restrained. It roared up to the sky, waved its powerful dragon claws, and grabbed it forward.

The female cultivator backed away quickly, making a gesture of grasping a flower with her palm up, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a flower at the tip of her middle finger.

This flower is much larger than the previous flower, and the color is more gorgeous. Canglong sensed a sense of danger from this flower. Its pupils shrank into a thin slit, and it stopped the attack. The scales on its body flew out and turned into a slit. Dao Jianguang flew towards the flower.

Seeing this overwhelming sword shadow, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Acacia Sect nun. The bright red flowers disappeared in an instant under the sword light, and the remaining sword shadows left many wounds on her body.

But she was still smiling, licking her upper and lower lips with her scarlet tongue, her expression blurred, and she exhaled lightly in Si Heng's direction: "It's a beautiful day, why don't you go to bliss with me?"

These words echoed, and the ending sounded like a hook, no matter how pure-hearted and ascetic people would be unable to hold back, the whole valley was stained with a light pink, even if Si Heng turned to his inner breath the first time he saw the other party's movements, Feeling a little hot in the body.

There are constantly changing scenes in front of me, magnifying the deepest longing in my heart, the female cultivator keeps whispering, the voice is seductive, the words are like a knock on the heart, no matter what means are used, they can't stop it.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the nuns of the Hehuan Sect showed a smug look in her eyes.

What about the monks of the righteous way, because they were hooked by her two words and forgot who they were.

After a little more effort, the person in front of him will obediently kneel at his feet and beg for love and affection.

Thinking of the situation at that time, the female cultivator smiled even more coquettishly. She wanted to make that orthodox monk degenerate into the lowest slave, strip him of all his muscles and bones, kneel on the ground forever, and let others trample on him!

She thought about it in her heart and almost couldn't help laughing out loud, but the scene after that gave her a big slap in the face.

The person who had already fallen into lust opened his eyes at this time, his eyes were still clear, he raised the black sword, and with the movement of his hand, the calm Canglong came back to life.

The blue dragon raised its head to the sky and screamed, and broke free from the vortex that imprisoned the dragon's tail. Its body gradually shrank and became transparent, entangled on the held high sword.

With a thought in his mind, Si Heng swung out his natal spirit sword.

It was a very simple sword without any fancy moves.

But it was this neither fast nor complicated swordsmanship that made the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect unable to move. She watched the sword light fly in and couldn't make any moves.

The sword light flew into the center of her eyebrows, and the power that blocked her movement finally disappeared, but at this time the nun couldn't do anything anymore, the purple mansion was broken, and the spirit almost disappeared.

She opened her eyes wide, and the light in her eyes gradually disappeared. When she fell down, a figure appeared in front of her.

The female nun moved her fingers and made a "crack" sound from her throat, and blood trickled down from the corners of her mouth.

A hand reached out in front of her and fell on the top of her hair.

That hand was beautiful, with no blemishes visible, slender fingers and well-proportioned knuckles, which was her usual favorite.

But now she can't wait to cut off those hands herself, because with the palms falling, her weak soul was turned clean from the inside out, and the female cultivator had no ability to resist, and couldn't even blew herself up.

As the secrets were known bit by bit, the fire of her soul became more and more dim, and finally slowly extinguished.

With her death, the pink miasma surrounding the valley also disappeared. Si Heng withdrew his hand and watched the corpse fall to the ground.

Before he had time to sort out the information he knew, Si Heng raised his hand, took off the hairball on his arm, checked it inside and out, and finally felt relieved.

Yi Zhou was well protected by him and did not suffer any harm from the beginning to the end, but Si Heng was not as relaxed as he looked.

The Hehuan Sect is indeed a sect famous for its dual cultivation and cultivation. The female cultivator is so proficient in illusion that even Si Heng's heart almost fell into the illusion constructed by the other party.

Those pink miasmas are the most potent aphrodisiacs. They are integrated into the aura of heaven and earth, and as the limbs and bones enter the body, Si Heng's breathing becomes more rapid every time the aura circulates in the body.

His body became hot, and his eyes were no longer clear, but the movement of holding Yi Zhou was still gentle.

Si Heng didn't stay here for a long time, so he looked for a direction and quickly withdrew.

Yi Zhou was held in Si Heng's arms, and the body surrounding him was astonishingly hot. He was full of worries, but he remained motionless, not daring to disturb him at all.

After flying for half a day, Si Heng finally stopped in a forest.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave anymore, this place is still within the sphere of influence of the Demon Dao, and people may find it at any time, so it's not safe.

But Si Heng was almost unable to control himself, and the mana in his body was about to boil, burning away his sanity little by little.

Si Heng fell to the ground and immediately let go of Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou turned into a human form as soon as he was released, and he didn't care about his naked body, so he lay beside Si Heng and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

He was leaning against a tree, his chest was being bullied violently, his eyes were bloodshot when looking at Yi Zhou, his Adam's apple was rolling, his eyes were closed tightly, but he still restrained himself when he spoke: "I'm hurt a little, I need to adjust my breath , you... stay away from me."

How dare Yi Zhou leave?It's not that he has never seen Si Heng injured, no matter how serious the injury was, the man in front of him would never show such an appearance, as if... as if he was about to go crazy!

Concerned about chaos, Yi Zhou didn't care too much, he directly grabbed the hand beside him, and input a stream of mana.

The difference in realm between the two is too great, Yi Zhou's mana is like a drop of water falling into the sea, but this drop of water moves freely in the vast ocean.

Even if Yi Zhou moved suddenly, Si Heng used his last wit to restrain his mana and did not cause any harm to Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou's mana traveled unimpededly through Si Heng's body, and the more he observed him, the more confused he became.

The meridians in the body are strong and full of mana, obviously it doesn't look like he was injured.

Ke Siheng's reaction was a bit wrong...

There is no internal injury, could it be an external injury?

Thinking of this, Yi Zhou stretched out his hand to the other party's clothes.

Si Heng couldn't bear it any longer because of his movements, he rolled over and crushed him under him.

He hung his head on the boy's neck, his hot breath made that piece of skin red, he opened his mouth to bite the cute soft flesh in front of him, Si Heng said hoarsely, "Don't move, I'm poisoned."

Thinking of Si Heng's injuries, Yi Zhou who was pushed down did not dare to struggle at all. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly: "What poison?"

Si Heng was a little dissatisfied with the disappearance of the soft flesh in his mouth. He inserted one hand into the back of Yi Zhou's neck, turned the boy's head and bit the red earlobe again, and his words fell into Yi Zhou's ears through voice transmission: poison."

Yi Zhou's eyes widened, and the arms around Si Heng's waist tightened, causing the man to groan.

He hurriedly let go, not daring to move again, the red color on his ears spread to his whole body: "Then detoxify."

Si Heng couldn't bear the young man's almost inviting words. He let go of the soft flesh in his mouth, raised his body slightly, and met Yi Zhou's eyes.

There was no trace of impurity in the boy's eyes, which reflected his current appearance.

Si Heng heard him say: "You look very uncomfortable now, and, and this thing should be very powerful."

He blinked, raised his arm to touch Si Heng's neck: "Why do you have to endure it? We are Taoist couples!"

Yeah, why put up with it?Obviously, everyone he loves has already invited him.

Si Heng's few were even completely destroyed. He lowered his head almost in the next moment and grabbed those seductive lips.

The sun shines through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

……

Si Heng opened his eyes.

The boy was held in his arms, breathing steadily, his lips were slightly pursed, and his face was still flushed.

His eyes fell on his lips, Si Heng resisted the desire to kiss, put on some clothes casually, released the flying magic weapon and stepped on it.

The speed of the flying magic weapon is much slower, it is really not suitable for use when escaping, but now Yi Zhou is obviously in the middle of the meditation, although the magic weapon is slow, it can provide the best environment.

Laying out the spirit-gathering array, Si Heng manipulated the magic weapon while looking inside at his own situation.

The mana in the body is much stronger than before, and after crossing the late stage of distraction, it almost touches the threshold of integration.

He was a little puzzled, Yi Zhou was only a Gold Core cultivation base, even if it was his first dual cultivation, it shouldn't have given him such a big improvement.

However, the improvement of the realm is a good thing, and there are no sequelae, and Yizhou's harvest seems not small, Si Heng thought for a while, and then gave up the entanglement on this matter.

Si Heng moved carefully, holding his breath as much as possible along the way.

The news of the assassination of the elder of the Hehuan Sect has spread, and there is a panic everywhere in the Western Continent.

It's a pity that no matter how many people were thrown in, the madman who killed people still disappeared.

Just when Mo Dao was about to turn over the entire Western Continent, a flying boat appeared at the boundary between the Western Continent and Shichahai.