An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

The material of the mirrors in the pagoda is unknown, but they are all transparent and bright, and the reflections in the mirror are finely detailed. Lin Fangsheng looked over his shoulders and landed on the opposite mirror wall, reflecting how his seniors leaned forward, how they rubbed their legs, how they lowered their heads Kiss the corners of his eyes and ears.

The hot and wet lips seemed to leave clusters of flames on the skin.The scorching force went deep, but a prairie fire ignited inside the body.

Intensely comforted, it was like a raging fire rushing from his waist, which made him faintly weak, so he could only hook his senior brother's shoulders and neck even harder, raised his head and panted heavily: "Senior brother, you..."

"How about me?" Zheng Mo only moved forward after the first few eager probings, with his hands on his hips, taking the time to recuperate, hugging his junior in his arms, moving in and out at a constant speed and slowly.

However, Lin Fangsheng was in unspeakable misery, so he had to wrap his legs tightly around his senior brother's waist, but his forehead rested on his broad and thick shoulders. He felt a strong and swollen weapon forcefully open the passage. , and when the utensils are sharpened, countless pleasures arise, the breath is disordered, it is difficult to speak, and the mind is also complicated and difficult to understand. I want to ask clearly, but I am uneasy, so I have to endure the pain brought by the runes. Infinite joy and comfort, turn your eyes elsewhere.

But seeing the mirror palace in all directions, there are two shadows overlapping and stirring, and all are the reflections of senior brothers embedded in him.

The sound of breathing and body collision is also quite charming, colliding and reverberating in the silent and smooth corridor, infinitely magnified, and falling back to Lin Fangsheng's ears, the ecstasy humming, even if I heard it, I felt ashamed and unbearable , but called the evil fire under the body, and it burned a little bit, the lower limbs couldn't help trembling and tightening, and tightly twisted the brother.

Zheng Mo also snorted, bit his chest lightly, and said: "Fang Sheng, be gentle."

Lin Fangsheng's body trembled slightly, even the fingertips that grabbed his brother's arm were almost weak, so he couldn't care less, hot sweat oozes from his forehead, staining his shoulders.

The scorching hard object blocked by his entanglement was forced in bit by bit, forcing the closed passage to open.

Lin Fangsheng felt more soreness and numbness, the tingling pain penetrated into the runes, and penetrated from the flesh to the bone and blood, his whole body was hot, so full that he was about to burst, his fullness was unspeakable, he whispered softly, no matter how hard he was to restrain himself, he even sang loudly with the repeated confrontation of his senior brother stand up.

The hot and chaotic breath is like a raging fire storm, circling and agitating in this corridor, Lin Fangsheng's meridian is swollen, two strands of spiritual power are rampant, winding and twisting like vines, slowly merging, following the movements of the senior brother, pouring into the dantian, wrapping the golden core.

Senior brother, when the spiritual energy of the wood attribute circled around the golden core, Lin Fangsheng felt as if struck by lightning. The desire for comfort was overwhelming, so strong that he couldn't resist it at all, he cried out immediately, his fingers tightly pinched Zheng Mo's arm, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore, the dust roots trembled Confidentially, the two people's robes were stained wet.

The ecstasy swept across the turbulent, Lin Fangsheng took a while to recover from the trance, but the senior brother had already put him down, told him to turn around and stand facing the mirror wall, but his legs could not be closed, and the senior brother separated him.

Seeing the reflection in the mirror, he looked dazed, his eyes were flushed, his lips were dry and slightly parted, and he sprayed bursts of hot and humid air on the mirror surface, causing some drops of water to condense.

The chest was bright red and full of blood, and the silver light shone.

The senior brother behind him stared intently, looked at Shanglin Fangsheng, and said, "Fang Sheng, after returning to Wanjianmen, how about double cultivation with senior brother every day?"

While Fangsheng was in a daze, he held on to the swollen and hot weapon again, and pressed it into the ecstasy again. His eyes were hot and eager, and his desire was rising, but he still breathed hot air in Lin Fangsheng's ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Daily!" Let senior brother penetrate like this," Fu retreated long and long, and almost got out of the body, and then pressed in slowly, unexpectedly at a uniform and slow speed, only when entering deep, gently pressed against the top of the rune, and then gritted his teeth Said, "As such, occupy."

Lin Fangsheng was almost driven mad by his senior brother's steady but gentle movements, and the evil root that had soaked the hem of his robe was awakened again. He felt so strong, sore and numb that his bones were eaten away. Infinite longing arose, wanting the senior brother to be faster and more ruthless, sobbing loudly, and subconsciously swaying his waist to meet it.

But the senior brother refused to compromise at all, still retreated at a constant speed, pushed in gently, and still said in a hoarse voice: "How?"

Lin Fangsheng only felt that in the depths of his heart, countless insects were crawling and sweeping, but they couldn't be comforted. The brother's relieving strength was only a drop in the bucket, and it was like drinking a dove to quench thirst. The more he catered, the more it was not enough. Sobbing in pain: "Brother...why, it's the same..."

"Brother wants to hug you." Zheng Mo's deep eyes stared at Lin Fangsheng's reflection fieryly from behind, his four eyes were anxious, but Lin Fangsheng's chest was palpitated by the almost possessive and eager eyes, and the desire all over his body was actually several times deeper point.

Zheng Mo's rhythm didn't stop, but he freed his right hand, pressed on Lin Fangsheng's chest, held the ringed flesh between his fingers, squeezed and kneaded it, and played with it repeatedly.

In this way, all the vital points are in the hands of human beings. When confronting, Lin Fangsheng's vigorous evil roots also hit the mirror wall, causing a slight dull pain, which added fuel to the fire, helping the tide of passion to rise all the way.

The words were hotter than the meat blade wedged inside, making Lin Fangsheng confused, only the sea of ​​desire was churning wildly, and the runes were also dissatisfied. Every time he entangled and sucked, it was just a taste, which made Lin Fangsheng wish he could push him down , Sit on it by yourself, even if it is completely dishonorable, gobble it up, it is better than this kind of punishment.

Zheng Mo seemed to know his intentions, let him twist and struggle, pant and plead, and only pressed him hard against the mirror wall, telling him to see his current appearance, but he still moved forward in a calm and precise manner, and asked again in a hoarse voice : "Fang Sheng, how is it?"

Lin Fangsheng couldn't bear the torment of being unable to get up and down, and he was scratching his boots. He stuck his hands to the mirror, and his forehead was pressed against it. "Brother...whatever you want, I will do...quickly..."

Zheng Mo heard him cry and beg, but still comforted him softly: "Good junior brother, bear with it, senior brother will make you comfortable."

Having said that, slow in and slow out, it is still heavy at a constant speed, just changing the angle when entering, bringing some fresher feeling of sharpening.

Lin Fangsheng was about to be driven crazy by these desires, got up a few times, and was pressed on the mirror by his senior brother. After a long time, it was like a punishment. The round head smashed hard on the runes, like white light bursting in front of his eyes, it was so overwhelming that he couldn't distinguish things, and he fell into a coma.

He vaguely heard the senior brother say: "From then on, we will be together day and night, and we will never be separated again."

When he woke up again, all the desires in his body disappeared, and there was some dull pain in the place played by the senior brother, but it was completely clean, and the essence had been spontaneously absorbed by his meridian circulation.

There is a dull pain all over the body, but there is also inexplicable satisfaction and joy. This kind of gentle rubbing is actually more exhausting than rough and frenzied, but it is also refreshing both physically and mentally.

As soon as Lin Fangsheng raised his head, he felt that the palm of his hand propped on the mirror suddenly disappeared, and the wall of the mirror suddenly disappeared.

Zheng Mo was still in his body and hadn't had time to withdraw, so they both leaned against the wall, enjoying the aftertaste of ecstasy for a moment.

Now he is falling forward with his younger brother.

Just at this moment, the master and younger brother Si Huajun, master and servant who were separated from the two of them, appeared from all sides. The originally narrow and long corridor has now become a vast mirror hall with a wide field of vision, but it is surrounded by many reflections. , endless, dazzled even more.

The wedge between the two was all seen, and when Lin Fangsheng fell, he was hit with an object by his senior and almost screamed out. Now under the eyes of everyone, he was even more ashamed and angry, and his ears were red.

Zheng Mo had no choice but to take out a cloak, put it on the two of them, put his arms around his junior brother and got up, and then covered himself with the cloak, and changed into the wrinkled and wet inner shirt and outer robe.

Those few people had just approached at this time, but they all looked at Lin Fangsheng first, Yan Ye had a pair of blue ice eyes, sharp with a hint of sadness and a little warmth.

Lin Fangsheng looked shy, bowed his head and said, "Master."

But Si Huajun laughed feebly and said, "Did you get my dragon's blood earlier?"

Lin Fangsheng was taken aback for a moment, but remembered that Mu Tianjiang had punished him with the dragon blood whip, and he couldn't help but said shyly: "When I was in the Fusha Demon Kingdom, I accidentally got it on."

Si Huajun is now half reclining, leaning on the body of an anglerfish with a flat head, wide mouth and protruding forehead. It is An Hai.

There was a white and blue lamp on the forehead of the monkfish, which was originally used for predation in the deep sea, but now it shone on Si Huajun's face, but it was sickly pale.

Si Huajun coughed twice again, but even his lips were bloodless. He leaned against the monkfish's back, his eyes were not gloomy, and his tone was gloomy and lazy, and he said: "This is not good, the dragon's blood has entered the body, and your runes Response is the best aphrodisiac. Unless I come in person, I can't understand it. It's a pity that I was seriously injured by the devil, and there is not much blood left, but now... I can't touch it."

Lin Fangsheng's heart sank suddenly.But the master asked on his behalf: "If you don't understand, what should you do?"

"The meridian is retrograde, and the body explodes to death." Si Huajun said in a deep voice, and there was no smile in his tone, "Lady...Fang Sheng has already formed an alchemy now, I am afraid that even the golden alchemy will explode when it goes retrograde .”

Jindan Daoist blew himself up, turning his luck, spirit, lifespan, and cultivation into one blow, so the power was astonishing, even the Yuanying Patriarch couldn't resist it.

It's just that after the self-detonation, the spirit and soul are all destroyed, even rebirth is impossible.

Si Huajun's voice fell behind, and the surroundings were silent. Lin Fangsheng also clasped his fingers tightly, before he was about to speak, he heard the master say, "What if someone else replaces him?"

Si Huajun's expression became even more gloomy, and he said, "The dragon's blood love potion is not activated by runes, and it's okay to replace it."

Helian Wancheng nodded slightly: "There is no need to worry."

He raised his gun and walked towards the only gate of the mirrored hall.

Others also followed, Lin Fangsheng put aside his shame, held the palm of his senior brother, and followed.

The anglerfish floated a few feet above the ground and followed silently.But Si Huajun was dissatisfied and said: "Nowadays there are powerful enemies around, old Daoist Helian, you can't be distracted."

After Yan Ye was ordered to cut it off, he responded at this moment: "It's okay, Senior Brother Fang Sheng has me."

Si Huajun sneered coldly: "This seat is your savior, if you don't get my permission, you don't want to touch him."

Yan Ye kept silent, but this wolf cub was cunning, he only thought in his heart that when the red flood dragon was out of sight, it didn't matter whether he allowed it or not.

As a result, only Zheng Mo was left.

But Si Huajun was picky again: "Just now I have solved it once, if I use it continuously, I am afraid the effect will be compromised."

I don't know if this demon cultivator has changed his temper due to his injury, or because he has some intentions, but it's hard to bear such a fluff.

Lin Fangsheng was dissatisfied and turned to look at him, but seeing the tiredness in the eyes of the red flood dragon, he couldn't help but softened a little, and said: "You are good for your health."

After receiving Lin Fangsheng's words of comfort, Si Huajun's expression softened a little.

Passing through that gate, there is a mirror room next door, which is only half smaller than the hall.

There is a floating futon in the middle of the room, and there is a beautiful female cultivator sitting cross-legged on it, her temples are half-curled, her face looks like a bone fairy, her face is cold, she doesn't see any demonic energy.

The female cultivator slowly opened her eyes when she saw everyone entering the room, her eyes turned into a seductive succubus from a pure fairy immediately.

The female cultivator smiled and said, "A friend comes from afar, and the succulent plants are shining brightly. The little girl is very happy. Let me be a host to entertain you all."

The female cultivator said again: "I am the tower guard on the fourth floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower, the Immortal of the Six Paths."