In the Mirror Country and Jiu Ming City, monsters are everywhere and corpses are scattered thousands of miles away. en8.
A lone humane disciple fled in a hurry among the ruins of a broken well, with a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp looming behind him, chasing after him. He was panting rapidly, feeling that his hands and feet were cold under the force of the will-o'-the-wisp, and he couldn't resist at all.
He ran across half of the city wall and saw a woman in red standing on the broken bluestone. The woman's back was turned to him, looking towards the pure white and holy Lutian altar in the northern sky. Her back was depressed and lonely.
"Girl, run away! Someone with ghosts is here!"
The humane disciple's first reaction was not to ask for help. Instead, he reminded the woman to escape from here.
The woman in red suddenly looked back, and the humane disciple was stunned on the spot.
There are no words in the world that can match her appearance. When she looked back, she was dazzled by the bright glow, which was so breathtaking that people forgot that she was in the smoke and fire of war. She was wearing a thin red dance skirt, her body was weak and light, and she was incomparable in clothes. She had jade bones and smooth muscles, and a romantic attitude.
The woman in red seemed to be startled when she heard the voice of the humane disciple. Then she walked down the bluestone step by step and stretched out her hand towards the man: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just come to me."
The soft sound silences the clouds, and the clear spring flows out of the stream. Even the voice of this charming beauty is impeccable.
The humane disciple walked towards the woman in red in a daze, and couldn't help but put his hands on her. The woman lowered her eyes and smiled tenderly, and gently fell into his arms.
Then her hands turned into sharp claws and penetrated the humane disciple's heart.
The corpse of the humane disciple rotted into ashes in an instant and scattered on the ground. The skirt of the woman in red was flying, not stained by any filth.
"Human, you are so dirty..." She raised her hand and looked at the distant Lutian Holy Altar through the gap between her delicate hands. The holy light on it could not cover up the bloodshed caused by the humane conquest.
"You feel dirty, why are you touching him?"
An elegant yet evil voice came from around the corner, and a scholar-like ghost cultivator walked out slowly. He was wearing a crane-feather cloak, holding a folding fan in his hand, and looked at the woman in red with a deep look. The person who came was none other than Song Liyou.
The woman in red looked at her hands with a confused expression: "Yeah, it's so dirty, why can't I help but touch it..."
"If you don't sit on the front lines of Xianhua City, what are you doing here?"
Hu Hanmei, the Heavenly Demon of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the most powerful person in the entire demon army, was looking at Song Liyou in confusion: "What's the use of me going there?"
Song Liyou raised his eyebrows and said with an evil smile: "Why is it useless? Stabilize the morale of the army and give some relief to the saint. en8."
"Heh..." Hu Hanmei smiled, walked to him, took his hand and said, "Then please ask Liyou to go with me."
Song Li worried about Ruanyu in his arms, but his heart immediately became cold. He struggled a little, but failed to throw her away. He could only coax her in a good voice: "My master has an order, telling me to stay here and not leave." …”
Hu Hanmei leaned against him, her body of jade bones carrying the fragrance of sinking water, luring people into the sea of desire, and they sank: "I'm going to tell Master Mang Yi, how about you accompany me to the front line?"
Song Liyou struggled again, but was unable to exert any strength. He immediately regretted provoking this witch.
He was heartbroken and refused flatly: "Forget it, I'm not joking with you. If you go to the front line, you will be directly shot down by the Lutian Holy Altar, right?"
Hu Hanmei in her arms didn't speak for a long time. When she spoke again, she was full of smiles, and she didn't know what she was hiding.
"Yes, I will." Hu Han said with an eyebrow.
She let go of Song Liyou and walked toward the city wall with her back to him. Her body is thin and weak, which forms a contradictory yet harmonious contrast with the majesty of this ancient city.
Song Liyou felt that a romantic and enchanting woman like her should have nothing to do with loneliness, but looking at her back, he felt an indescribable feeling of desolation.
"What's the matter with you?"
Song Li sighed lightly, "You are a beautiful woman, but you really paid me wrongly."
"We demons have always done whatever we want, but in the end we were said to be wanton and rampant, doing whatever we want. You humans, what you want to do have always been pressed in your hearts. You can call yourself a great benevolent saint, someone who transcends the ordinary and becomes a saint..."
Song Liyou wanted to emphasize that he was not a humane cultivator, but he quickly understood that there was something else in her words.
"Okay, stop talking." He advised softly.
Hu Hanmei didn't stop. She covered her face and knelt down along the edge of the city wall, heading towards the Lutian altar.
"Before the saint in Yaoque Tower helped me out of trouble, I stayed in the Hongluan Pavilion in Jingdu for more than a hundred years. During these more than a hundred years, I always thought that I would be smiling like a mortal prostitute. Until I grew old and faded... I danced countless dances and sang countless songs, and there was never a moment in my mind that I wasn't thinking about destroying humanity. When I escaped from the trap, I was still thinking that I would bump into him and die on the altar of heaven. Next, let him be stained with my blood."
"It's all in the past, don't talk about it anymore."
Song Liyou came from the Beichuan Continent, so he didn't know much about the relocation of the Temple of Heaven, the attack on Tianzhu, the massacre of the city and the blood sacrifice, as well as the entanglements between humanity, demons, and ghosts during this period. But during the war, he fought side by side with Hu Hanmei a lot, and he was able to glean some unknown things from her words and deeds.
Hu Hanmei smiled happily and said, "Yes, it's all over. I have been fighting for twelve years, and now I feel really tired."
Song Liyou sighed, if ordinary people are tired, they can retire and return to their hometown to take care of their old age, but people like Hu Hanmei, whose hands are stained with blood, may not be able to wait until the day of rest. She showed her sharpness in her early years, but was later suppressed by the Saint of Humanity for more than a hundred years. When she reappeared in the world, she was even more ruthless and vicious than before.
In this world, she has too many enemies and too many people who covet her, but she has no place to stay.
He looked at Hu Hanmei's charming face and thought that both beauties and heroes were destined to be evil, so he might as well just be a real villain.
He was about to say something when he saw a thunder flash in the sky, and hundreds of Shenyin Sect disciples flew in from outside the city wall. The leader was wearing mysterious clothes and holding a small golden tower in his hand.
The Taoist Xuanyi lowered himself in front of them. He had handsome features and white hair reaching his waist, but his expression was cold and not at all popular.
"Shenyin Monei Daozi, come to take your life."
After hearing this, Hu Hanmei stood up slowly. The cinnabar between her eyebrows was like blood, and she was so beautiful that she looked murderous.
However, there was never beauty in the eyes of the Taishang Taoist cultivator, only bones. He said: "Please give me advice from Tianhu."
Hu Hanmei stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes and said with a stern voice: "I really hate you white-haired people!"
Song Liyou laughed, Rong Daozi came at the right time, Jiu Minghu had just poked the white-haired Imperial Master's old wound, and now he was angered. However, the dispute between the Immortal Way and the Demonic Way has little to do with him at the moment. Should he just watch the excitement or withdraw first
"I wonder who this is?" Unexpectedly, Rong Daozi noticed him.
Song Liyou's expression became serious, he cupped his hands and said, "Fengdu City, Song Liyou."
"It turns out you are a disciple of the Ghost King. I wonder if you and the Sky Fox Demon Master are...?"
Song Liyou folded his fan and said with a smile: "We are not on the same side, and Fengdu City and Shiwandashan are not on the same side. Song is just here to watch the battle. Please feel free to do it, both of you."
Rong Daozi looked calm: "Then please step back, fellow Taoist."
The small tower in his hand grew larger in response, and countless rays of light shot out in all directions from the tower, forming a solid golden cage in the air. Song Liyou turned into a ghost and immediately exited the place shrouded in golden light, but Hu Hanmei stood there, twirling his hair with his hands, motionless.
This golden cage also covered the bluestone slabs on the ground. With the small golden tower in the center as the center, it surrounded Rong Daozi and Hu Hanmei. It was airtight in the sky and on the ground in all directions. At this time, Rong Daozi had lowered the tower, and the hundreds of Shenyin Sect disciples behind him chanted mantras, and then poured vitality into the cage to reinforce it over and over again.
A cold light flashed in Hu Han's eyebrows, and he glanced at the glittering golden walls: "Do you think it's a fighting beast?"
Rong Daozi was unmoved and said indifferently: "Isn't it?"
Hu Hanmei suddenly smiled, and nine tails emerged from under her skirt. Red lines gradually spread across her face, turning her stunning beauty into a monster and ferocious look. As her fox tail swayed slowly, wind, rain, thunder and lightning rolled in the sky. The weather, which had been cloudless and sunny just a moment ago, suddenly turned gloomy.
She looked up to the sky and screamed, and the violent demonic energy shot straight into the sky.
Rong Daozi's hands sparkled with light, and when he put his hands together, thunder descended. The contrast between yin and yang is thunder, which tears apart dense purple lines in the sky like cracks, and then falls in front of Hu Hanmei in the blink of an eye.
Hu Han's eyebrows were teasing: "That's it?"
The dazzling light surrounded her, and when the thunder dissipated, she still stood firmly on the spot, her red dress undisturbed.
Rong Daozi sighed inwardly. The first trial failed in vain. Hu Hanmei was no longer something he could handle at his level. But since the saint has given the order, he has no choice, either he dies here, or he kills Hu Hanmei and returns victorious.
Hu Hanmei licked the corner of her lips, looked him up and down, and suddenly smiled: "I suddenly realized... you look pretty good."
Outside the golden cage, Song Liyou coughed violently. The Heavenly Fox's technique of picking up yin and replenishing yang was not inferior to that of the Huatian Lust Demon Sect. However, he was not ready to see the scene, not to mention there were hundreds of Shenyin Sect disciples here. Woolen cloth.
"Come on, come on, let me take a closer look..." Hu Han's eyebrows were filled with a little bit of strange red, and the sky fox's magic of confusing gods was activated naturally.
Rong Daozi closed his eyes and concentrated, with a calm and peaceful expression. He said calmly: "Your Majesty has no intention, the Demon Lord Tianhu should try something new."
As he spoke, a ray of light flew out like lightning and hit Hu Han directly between his eyebrows!
Hu Han frowned, and his movements were actually faster than this clear light. Song Liyou clearly saw that she was still standing there, but when he looked at the next moment, he found that her hands had turned into claws and appeared behind Rong Daozi.
She clasped Rong Daozi's throat with one hand, stretched out her tongue and slowly licked along his neck.