God please

Shan Zhiyuan has been fasting for many days, and he vomited for a long time, but his internal organs contracted and churned.But after a while, he felt his knees go limp, and he fell under the tree. Now that he was familiar with the changes of the god's separation from the body, he stumbled and fled outside without thinking.

The green trees in the courtyard are silent, and the roots are mottled red, like oil splashing.Shan Zhiyuan slipped his foot and fell into a pool of blood, and heard the steady footsteps behind him, approaching slowly.Terrified, he turned over and sat on the ground, watching the murderous spirit approaching.

The fairy was tall and tall, and his black clothes almost blended into the night, except for the silver mask, which was like a waning moon hovering in the sky, shining faintly.A pair of dark pupils were reflected faintly blood red.

The man was condescending, looked down at him, and said in a low voice: "My name is Kaiyang, and I am your fourth natal god."

This voice was cold and stiff, like lightly hitting the sword's edge, without any trace of anger, but also like a sharp knife, piercing the heart.

Shan Zhiyuan fought at Yaguan, he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only say: "Thank... Thank you, sir, for saving me."

When Kai Yang took half a step forward, the little cultivator used his hands and feet together, and secretly retreated a bit.He took another half step forward, and as expected, Shan Zhiyuan shrank back another foot.On the bluestone path in the front yard of the house, there was a trail of blood-red dragging.

The god frowned, "Are you afraid of me?"

Shan Zhiyuan hurriedly said: "No, I don't dare, I'm stained with the blood of Moxiu, I'm afraid that if I get close, it will pollute my lord's cleanliness."

Hearing his clumsy excuse, Kai Yang sneered, and approached him again, but said in his mouth: "You mortals are weak and selfish, but they are extremely cunning, but for their own benefit, they can also make many high-sounding excuses. Get to the bottom of it In the end, they are just a bunch of scum, and death is not a pity."

Shan Zhiyuan didn't dare to run away again, but he was pierced by the murderous aura brought by him step by step, causing pain from the depths of his bones, his body and hands were covered with pools of cold and sticky blood, it was extremely uncomfortable.When the black hem of the man's black clothes was reflected in the lowered line of sight, the shadow enveloped him, and he felt like his scalp was going to burst, and even a little crying sounded in his voice, "No, no, don't kill me..."

Kai Yang disliked the blood stains on the ground, so he just waved his hand, picked up the little monk in his hand, and hugged him horizontally.Blood dripped from the corner of Shan Zhiyuan's robe, but there was no trace left.The Fengyue accumulated in Wanshenpu was restless, which made the god feel a little restless.

There is a strict separation between the God Realm and the lower realm of mortals, and it is not easy for the gods to enter the mortal realm.Inviting a divine spell is nothing more than establishing a connection between the invited god and the caster. The mind, the heavens and the soul all sense the will of the god, and invite the divine body to descend, so that they can use their strength to display their supernatural powers.

Therefore, when Tai Yu wanted to attack a statue earlier, he had to borrow Zhi Yuan's hand.

Now that Kai Yang has killed so many demon cultivators with his own hands, the power consumed by the Dharma body is far more than a hundred times that of the real body.Excessive effort, he couldn't suppress the restlessness of Fengyue, and his blood was surging, wishing to invade the body in his arms immediately, and vent fiercely.

But he just frowned and said: "If you want to kill you, why bother, just give it to those demon cultivators to squeeze out your energy."

Shan Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking about all the previous encounters.

For his own dignity, he wanted to show off his strength in front of his sweetheart, so he summoned the gods to come down to earth.

He was confused for a while and strayed into the magic cave, which caused the god to use his dharma body arbitrarily and kill him.

He has obtained all kinds of benefits from the Pantheon, but he doesn't know what is good or bad, and just keeps escaping blindly.

Surrounded by the fiery blood and blood of that fierce god, but still a little at a loss, Shan Zhiyuan gently pulled the skirt of the god's clothes, and slowly calmed down.Only then did he speak in a low voice: "Thank you Lord Kaiyang for your help... Then, the wind and moon are restless in the Ten Thousand Gods, I will find a few people for you..."

Kai Yang's indifferent eyes moved down slightly, and he saw that under the sparse starlight, the little monk's knuckles were clear, and the wide sleeves of the black shirt slid down smoothly, revealing half of his white arms, which were lined by the sleeves, which was even more distinct in black and white.

The immortal brows were deeply locked, and he stepped across the pool of blood and stopped under an ancient fir tree.Then he removed Shan Zhiyuan's belt, hung it on the protruding fir branch, and then raised his hands above his head, binding him tightly.

Shan Zhiyuan was forced to stand facing the ancient tree, the belt was firmly tied into his wrist, stretching his body so long that only his toes barely touched the ground.The weight pulled his wrists into dull pain, he couldn't help gasping, and looked back in panic, "Kaiyang... my lord? I'm just a mere mortal, why should my lord..."

Although he is only a mere mortal, but the integration of the myriad gods, if you want to relieve it, you can't do it.

Kai Yang's eyes were dark, but he was unwilling to admit this fate.He just stretched out his hand to tear it, and with a snort, he tore off the back of the black shirt and threw it on the ground.The little monk's jade-like back was exposed in the dark night, and there were some faint bruises left over from the previous few days.

Shan Zhiyuan suddenly felt a chill on his back, he couldn't help gasping, he forgot all his kindness and righteousness, and struggled angrily, but the branches shook and the dead leaves rustled to the ground.He said even more angrily: "Release the young master! Otherwise, the pantheon will be ruined, and I will tell you to wait... woo!"

The fairy only stretched out his hand and stroked lightly between the bones of his back, and the cold and murderous aura poured in fiercely, almost piercing his spine.It's cold and hot, like ice needles piercing through.

Shan Zhiyuan was treated like this all of a sudden, he almost lost his temper for a while, his face turned pale, his back was tense, he couldn't speak any more bold words, only begged intermittently, "No...but..."

Kai Yang turned a deaf ear to it, and slid his fingertips all the way to the coccyx, sticking to the entrance behind his back to polish the circle, but said in a low voice: "In the end, everyone fears and everyone hates it, and you are not alone."

Shan Zhiyuan said in his heart that the young master only wants to protect himself, whoever told you about his likes and dislikes, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into intermittent sobs.

I only felt a creepy feeling of foreign body, I opened the secret place brazenly, and when my fingertips rubbed against the delicate inner membrane, I felt a tingling sensation like a hurricane, it attacked my whole body from the depth of my coccyx, and even my knees trembled slightly.The breath is also anxious, "Relax..."

Now that he can't use his toes, his whole body weight is on his wrists, the pain seems to be torn apart, a thin layer of sweat oozes out from the back of his neck and back, like stars shining down.

But after all, it was influenced by long-term lovesickness for several days, and the dry inner folds were played with fingertips for a while, and immediately became moist and greasy, entangled.Even the evil root in the crotch couldn't wait, and stood up with his head held high.

This reaction made Shan Zhiyuan feel even more ashamed, he pressed his forehead against the rough bark, wishing he could find a gap to get in.

Kai Yang was also aware of it, and his finger interspersed even more rudely, his chin rested on the little monk's shoulder, and he bit his teeth gently on the tip of his ear, "Although it is an unfinished furnace, it is enough."

Then he withdrew his fingers, clasped his dodging and struggling lower limbs, lifted the hem of his clothes, and pierced the little monk again.

The size of the utensil is majestic, how can it be compared with the previous fingers.Even though there was Sauvignon Blanc first, followed by Kai Yang's teasing, making the passage slippery and soft, Shan Zhiyuan was still pierced by this murderous weapon, as if his flesh was torn apart, panting in pain, and couldn't bear it, and began to cry bitterly .

The hot thick stick completely ignored his frail struggles, weeping, piercing deeply like a red-hot steel knife, retreating and sharpening, each time the impact was more violent, hitting Shan Zhiyuan's body on the ground again and again. On the rough bark, there were pains from front to back, which almost made him faint.Tears were streaming down my face, sobbing, just gasping for breath, begging, "It hurts... let go..."

Kai Yang has been forbearing for a long time, and his temperament has always been tyrannical, but this pleading is like adding fuel to the fire, making the evil fire burn even more.While lowering his head, he slowly licked the back of the little monk's neck, bit the thin skin in the center of the spine, and gnawed and tasted wantonly, but after a while, fine drops of blood oozed out.However, the attack with the murder weapon became more ferocious, and You Ruo wanted to cut his body in half.

Shan Zhiyuan felt pain, anger, and grievance again, and he heard Kaiyang mentioning the matter of long-term lovesickness and furnace tripod.I'm afraid that his embarrassing situation has already been spread among these gods, and everyone has the right to share.

After all, he is also a direct disciple of the head of the True Immortal Sect, even if the sect is not brilliant, how can he tolerate his disciples to be other people's playthings?

Shan Zhiyuan's grief came from it, he felt pain in the back of his wrist, there was pain everywhere, and the pain of being bitten by wild beasts came from his back, but in the pain that was like a spider's web, there was gradually a sense of pleasure, since that rough Spread out in the tempering.The sound of the water when it collides is also more distinct.

Kai Yang lifted him up by one leg, and under the moonlight, he could see that the ferocious weapon was completely gone. In the little cultivator's sticky and warm inner cavity, he wantedonly tossed and sharpened, and boundless joy rose up, and just now he stopped the restlessness.

Shan Zhiyuan has long been disturbed by this violent and excessive collision, and his mind is dizzy, and even the sadness is washed away a little, only the sense of wedging between the two bodies becomes more and more obvious. Intertwined with the pain, an indescribably wonderful taste is produced in the fiery inner membrane.

Kai Yang heard his weeping fading away, his hoarse voice was mixed with a different taste, the secret part was smooth and lingering, and the tide of pleasure was in full swing.The agitation that had just subsided became more vigorous, there were thin blood streams flowing from the place where he lowered his head to bite, his fingers clenched his waist and rubbed vigorously, and the collision became more rapid, the impact made the little monk's voice shattered and escaped, his inner folds twitched like a convulsion. Bite tightly.

Shan Zhiyuan only felt that he was thrown into the hot sea, and the ebb and flow of the tide was out of his control.Before recovering from the soreness caused by the most vital part when the person hit the top violently, there was another round of dizziness, the inner folds were stretched to the point of bursting, and were pulled and twisted forcefully. Ka Neili was turned around, facing Kaiyang, with his back against the bark, and pierced hard again.

Shan Zhiyuan groaned suddenly, clasped his belt tightly with his fingers.But the wrist was relaxed for a while, and the god lifted up his legs, his lower limbs hung in the air, and pressed tightly against the tree trunk.

The whole body seemed to be nailed to the tree by a flesh wedge, Shan Zhiyuan couldn't bear the torment of gravity, his knees and legs trembled endlessly.Even if he wanted to curl up his legs and kick, it was difficult to do so, so he had to let him violently contradict, rubbing his back against the rough bark again and again, and he was rubbed with red marks, which was painful and itchy.When the senses are passed on, it actually causes each other's limbs to entangle and regenerate a wave of comfort.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw that under the silver mask of the fairy, his eyes were blood red, as if they were about to bleed.

However, he was hit so hard that his whole body was torn apart, he couldn't utter a single word, he just sobbed and panted, his joy surged until he was overwhelmed.

When the tide of emotion was over, Kai Yang leaned over slightly, and bit the young monk's sharp Adam's apple hard, causing the flesh to crack and blood to overflow.

Shan Zhiyuan suddenly let out a mournful cry, as if being attacked by a ferocious beast, his waist trembled again, and he entangled the murderous weapon tightly, feeling as if his lower limbs were melting, and the heat gushed out from the root of evil, tearing the god's robe The hem is heavily stained.What's more, the fiery spiritual power rushed straight into the depths of his body cavity and spread rapidly, giving him the illusion that his meridians were about to explode.

In the midst of panting, Kai Yang let go of biting him, and whispered the tactic: "Lead the spirit through the dovetail, pass through the fine door, and use it for your own use."

Shan Zhiyuan's consciousness was unclear, but he still acted according to his words. Suddenly, a ball of fire exploded violently from the place where the two of them joined, shaking his limbs and bones violently, and involving all kinds of scars left earlier Burning generally severe pain.

He took a deep breath and tightly clasped the cloth strip on the belt above his head. He felt that his arm was about to lose consciousness, and said in a hoarse voice: "It hurts..."

Kai Yang was still standing in front of him, the two of them were close together, and said coldly: "It's useless."

Shan Zhiyuan couldn't care less about all this, he felt heavy and tired, and rushed to the sea of ​​consciousness again, and only had time to say: "Don't go, I have something to say."

Then he fell into a coma again.

Kai Yang was silent and looked down at him.

This little monk is now of a mortal physique, once he vented, he fell into a coma once.When can I have fun?When will we be able to eliminate the sinful debts accumulated in the pantheon of the gods?

I'm afraid I have to find a way.