In Jingguo and Jiuming City, monsters and corpses are everywhere.
A lone disciple of humanity fled in a hurry among the ruined wells, behind him was a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp, relentlessly chasing him. He was gasping for breath, only 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 turned her back to him, looking at the pure white and holy altar in the northern sky, her back was depressed and lonely.
"Girl, run away, there are ghosts here."
The humanitarian disciple's first reaction was not to ask for help, but to remind the woman to flee here quickly.
The woman in red turned her head suddenly, and the disciple of humanity froze in place.
No rhetoric in the world can match her face. As soon as she looked back, she was so dazzling, so heart-stirring, that people even forgot that she was in the midst of gunpowder and war. She was wearing a thin crimson dance dress, with a weak and light body, overwhelmed by clothes, jade bones and muscles, and a romantic attitude.
The woman in red seemed startled when she heard the voice of the human disciple, then she stepped down from the bluestone slab and stretched out her hand to the man: "Don't be afraid, just come to me."
The slender voice suppresses the clouds, and the clear spring flows out of the stream. This beauty who is so beautiful even has an impeccable voice.
The disciple of humanity walked towards the woman in red in a trance, and couldn't help but put his hands on her body. The woman lowered her eyes and smiled, and gently threw herself into his arms with tenderness like water.
Then her hand turned into sharp claws and pierced through the heart of that humanitarian disciple.
The body of that humane disciple rotted into ashes in an instant, and scattered all over the ground. The skirt of the woman in red was flying, not stained with any filth.
"Human, it's so dirty..." She raised her hand, and looked at the distant altar through the gap between her delicate hands. The holy light on it could not hide the blood brought by the humane conquest.
"I feel dirty, why touch him?"
An elegant and slightly sinister voice came from around the corner, and the scholar-like Ghost Xiu walked out slowly. He was wearing a crane feather cloak, holding a folding fan in his hand, and looked deeply at the woman in red. It was Song Liyou who came.
The woman in red looked at her hand with a confused expression: "Yeah, it's so dirty, why can't I resist touching it..."
"You are not sitting on the front line of Xianhuacheng, what are you doing here?"
Hu Hanmei, that is, the Heavenly Demon of Shiwan Dashan, the peak powerhouse in the entire demon army, was looking at Song Liyou in confusion at this moment: "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 by the way, respond to that sage."
"Heh..." Hu Hanmei smiled, walked to his side, took his hand and said, "Then please Liyou to go with me."
Song Liyou's soft jade was in his arms, but his heart immediately turned cold. He struggled a bit, but couldn't shake her off, so he could only coax her in a nice voice: "My master has ordered me to stay here and not leave. …”
Hu Hanmei leaned against him, wearing jade bones with the fragrance of sinking water, luring people into the sea of desire, and then sinking: "I'm going to talk to Lord Mangyi, how about you accompany me to the front line?"
Song Liyou struggled again, but he couldn't use his strength at all. He immediately regretted provoking this witch.
He was heartbroken, and flatly refused: "Forget it, I'm not joking with you. If you go to the front line, you may be shot down directly by the Lutian altar, right?"
Hu Hanmei in her arms didn't speak for a long time, and when she spoke again, she was full of smiles, and she didn't know what she was hiding.
"Yes, yes." Hu Han said with eyebrows.
She let go of Song Liyou and walked towards the city wall with her back turned to him. Her thin and frail body formed a contradictory and harmonious contrast with the majesty and 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, she really felt an indescribable sense of desolation.
"What's wrong with you?"
Song Liyou sighed softly, Qing Ben is a beautiful woman, but she really made a mistake.
"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 are humane, keep what you want to do in your heart, eliminate your desires, take charge of the Dao, and pass the heavens and the earth, but you can Claiming to be a great benevolent saint, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint... "
Song Liyou originally wanted to emphasize that she was not a cultivator of humanity, but soon understood what she meant.
"Okay, stop talking." He persuaded softly.
Hu Hanmei didn't stop, she covered her face and knelt down along the edge of the city wall a little bit, heading towards the altar of Lutian.
"Before the saint in the Yaoque Pagoda helped me escape, I stayed in the Red Luan Mansion in Jingdu for more than a hundred years. During these more than a hundred years, I always thought that I would act like a mortal prostitute. Until I became old and faded... I danced countless dances and sang countless songs, and there was not a moment in my heart that I did not think about destroying humanity. Next, let him be stained with my blood."
"It's all over, don't mention these."
Song Liyou is from the Beichuan mainland, so he is not very clear about the relocation of the altar, the breach of the Tianzhu, the blood sacrifice of the city, and the entanglements between the human way, the demon way, and the ghost way. But during the war, he fought side by side with Hu Hanmei a lot, and he could see 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 report their old age and return to their hometowns to take care of themselves, but Hu Hanmei, whose hands are covered with blood, may not wait until the day of rest. She showed her sharpness in her early years, but she was suppressed by the saints of humanity for more than a hundred years, and when she reappeared, she was even more vicious and vicious than before.
In this world, she had too many enemies and too many coveters, but she didn't have a place to live.
He looked at Hu Hanmei's alluring face, and thought to himself that both beauties and heroes are evil, so it's better to be a real villain.
He was about to say something, but he saw a flash of thunder in the sky, and a hundred disciples of Shenyin Sect flew in from outside the city wall, the leader was dressed in black clothes, holding a small golden pagoda in his hand.
The Taoist in Xuanyi descended in front of the two of them, he had delicate features, white hair reaching his waist, but his expression was cold, without any trace of anger.
"The Taoist son of Shenyin family, 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 was murderous.
But the Taishang Dao cultivator has never seen beauty in his eyes, only bones, he said: "Please advise Tianhu."
Hu Hanmei stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and his voice was stern: "I really can't see you white-haired people!"
Song Li smiled sadly, Daozi Rong came at the right time, just now Jiuminghu was poked into the old wound of the white-haired national teacher, and now he can be regarded as being angered. But right now, the dispute between the immortal way and the demon way has nothing to do with him. Should he watch the excitement or withdraw first
"I don't know who this is?" Daozi Rong didn't expect him to notice him.
Song Liyou's expression straightened, he cupped his hands and said, "Fengdu City, Song Liyou."
"It turns out that you are under the ghost king's sect. I don't know if you and Tianhu Yaozun are...?"
Song Liyou folded his fans together, and said with a faint smile, "We are not on the same side, Fengdu City and Shiwan Dashan are not on the same side either, Song is just here to watch the battle, both of you please feel free."
Rong Daozi's expression was flat: "Then please retreat a little bit, fellow Taoist."
The small tower in his hand grew bigger in response, and countless rays of light shot out from the tower in all directions, forming a solid golden cage in the air. Song Liyou turned into a ghost, and immediately exited the place covered by the golden light, but Hu Hanmei stood there, wrapped her hands around her hair, and did not move.
This golden cage also wraps the bluestone slabs on the ground, with the small golden pagoda in the center as the center, enclosing Rong Daozi and Hu Hanmei in it, the sky and the earth, all directions, airtight. At this time, Rong Daozi had already put down the tower, and the hundred disciples of Shenyin Sect behind him recited mantras, and then injected vitality into the cage to strengthen it over and over again.
A cold light flashed across Hu Han's eyebrows, and he glanced at the glittering golden walls: "Are you a fighting beast?"
Rong Daozi remained unmoved, and said indifferently: "Isn't it?"
Hu Hanmei laughed suddenly, nine tails protruded from under her skirt, and red lines gradually covered her face, turning her stunning appearance into a monstrous monster. As her fox tail slowly swayed, there were wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sky. The sunny weather, which was still cloudless just now, suddenly became gloomy.
She raised her head to the sky and screamed, her berserk energy soaring straight into the sky.
Rong Daozi's hands were clear and bright, and when he closed his hands, thunder fell. The yin and yang refutation is thunder, which tore apart the dense purple lines in the sky like a crack, and then fell in front of Hu Hanmei in the blink of an eye.
Hu Han's eyebrows were provocative: "That's it?"
The glaring 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, and Hu Hanmei was no longer something he could handle at this level. But since the saint has given the order, he has no choice, either he dies here, or he kills Hu Hanmei and returns with a complete victory.
Hu Hanmei licked the corners of his lips, looked him up and down, and suddenly smiled: "I suddenly discovered...you look good."
Outside the golden cage, Song Liyou coughed a few times. Tianhu's technique of harvesting yin and nourishing yang is not inferior to that of Mo Dao Hua Tian Yu Mo Sect, but he is not ready to watch the scene, not to mention there are hundreds of disciples of Shenyin Sect here Woolen cloth.
"Come, come, let my sister take a closer look..." Hu Han's brows and eyes were slightly red, and the Tianhu's art of confusing gods was activated naturally.
Rong Daozi closed his eyes and concentrated, with a calm and peaceful expression, he said indifferently: "Taishang Wuxin, Tianhu Yaozun should change something."
As he said that, a ray of light flew out like electricity, and hit Hu Han's eyebrows!
Hu Han frowned, his movement was actually faster than Qing Guang's, Song Liyou clearly saw her standing where she was, but when she looked again the next moment, she found that her hands had turned into claws, and she appeared behind Rong Daozi.
She clasped Rong Daozi's throat with one hand, stretched out her tongue and licked it slowly along his neck.