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At this moment, there was a sudden sound of staggering footsteps on the corner of the street.

A demon cultivator with few pieces of cloth on his body walked over drunkenly.

Cheng Qian didn't care at first, but after he restrained his anger, the magic cultivators basically regarded him as a human-shaped puppet, and no one paid any attention to him.

But this time, there are some weird people. Seeing Cheng Qian from a distance, the magic cultivator came over curiously and circled around Cheng Qian a few times. Seeing that he looked blank, and he was not even a bit popular, he stretched out his hand with a smile. Touching his face, the tip of his nose swayed and sniffed, and said, "Whose puppet has been confiscated? It's such a high-end stuff, it's cheaper for me..."

Having said that, the magic cultivator squinted his hand to detect the progress of his clothes.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He froze on the spot, and his skin rashes violently.

The demon cultivator was very drunk, and swayed and said to himself: "Hey...how can it seem to be able to move on his own? Hehe, your original owner must have had a lot of fun..."

Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and the sharp cold air couldn't help dissipating. The demon cultivator suddenly woke up, facing a pair of murderous eyes. The next moment, he didn't have time to say a word, his throat was cold, and he was already struck by a sword. dòng wear it.

After this battle, Cheng Qian was about to veto the idea of ​​"carefully sneaking in" just now. He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the courtyard wall of the small building.

A row of corpses fell on the wall. Some of them had just died and their spiritual energy had not dissipated. It could be seen that they were monks. Cheng Qian swept them roughly and found that none of the corpses were complete, either with missing arms or short legs, or only brittle ones. A solitary head, with whom I do not know.

There was a female cultivator in the corner. At first glance, she looked like a puddle, but Cheng Qian felt a sudden shock, and involuntarily took a second look. She saw that her cheeks were slightly plump, and there was a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. His skinny little junior sister who would stick hairs on her head is quite beautiful, but unfortunately it has disappeared from the chest down.

Hong Yan fell into such an end, and even Cheng Qian's hard-hearted heart couldn't bear to look at it any longer.

At this time, Cheng Qian discovered that this small building was not built, but a magic weapon - it looked like an ordinary restaurant from the outside, but it was terrifyingly large inside, with a radius of half a mile, divided into several floors.

As soon as he looked in, there were hundreds of demon cultivators in the building, and they were frantically seeking pleasure. A strange smell of unknown origin shot up to the roof of the building.

There is a dark room in the corner of the bottom floor of the small building. There are many people locked in it. It is too far away, and it is not clear whether it is a cultivator or a mortal. saw a few magic cultivators walk over and open the door. The chains dragged a young man out.

The man was originally dressed in white, and his front was covered with blood that had dried up and turned black. He was dragged out half-dead, and was thrown on the high platform in the center of the arena to hang.

A short demon cultivator appeared shirtless, with a steel whip in his hand, he circled the arena, and in front of everyone he beat the man, blood spattered, and the surrounding group of demons, big and small, were in high spirits, like a Chinese New Year. Same.

Cheng Qian was a little curious for a while, so he stopped to take a second look. He felt that the short demon cultivator looked very heavy, but he didn't seem to intend to put the man to death, and wondered in his heart: "Is this meant to be slowly tortured? His life?"

Before he could finish his doubts, Cheng Qian saw a few demon cultivators clambering onto the stage, both male and female. In the words of his senior brother, they all looked hurt, but they didn't have any self-awareness. It was a few steps away. The group walked for half a column of incense, from the hair to the toes, twisting every place on their body that could bend, and a group of two-legged snakes twisted into the middle.

Cheng Qian wondered: "What kind of eye is this now?"

The next moment, he was stunned to find that this group of demon cultivators had gathered together, climbing on the hanging man, and molesting the half-dead man from beginning to end, his clothes were ripped off like he was holding a pipa. Half-covering his face, he immediately surrounded him with the jiāo affair.

Cheng Qian: "..."

What the hell is this fucking place!

Chapter 68

"Magic cultivators have no morals, and they don't have any scruples in their actions. Southern Border is their base camp. You do have your power, but you may not know how many methods they have. Get Bingxinhuo and go quickly, and try not to confront them in the city... Even if you want to fight, remember to go out of town to fight."

This was what Tang Zhen told Cheng Qian before he left, and he left it behind before he was so confused.

But Cheng Qian witnessed this situation, and when he thought of the shirtless demon cultivator who had just met at the door just now, he was suddenly a little furious, and wished he could cut the demon cave in half with a single sword.

He repeatedly restrained the jittery bumps on his body, and finally recited the Jingjing Sutra on the spot, and only then did he reluctantly control the impulse and his hand on the scabbard.

Then Cheng Qian made a hand gesture, and deftly used the shadows in the small building to cover, and floated down against the corner of the wall.

Fortunately, there are all beings here, with different expressions, and everyone is busy with coloring and lust. At first, no one noticed Cheng Qian, who was like the smoke of the incense burner.

Cheng Qian dodged and hid behind a curtain, and concentrated on shielding all kinds of things that made people grow needles around him, looking for a fire of ice heart-he took out a small jade guī that Tang Zhen gave him from his arms, that little black guī The whole body is green, crystal clear, only the size of an adult thumb, Xiao Wu guī twirled his tail around his fingertips, his round head probed in the air, and finally stopped in one direction, Zhang Zhang. He opened his mouth and looked like he was salivating.

Cheng Qian looked up and followed its gaze, and suddenly felt a thunderstorm—the place where this little beast was facing was where the stage was!

He suspected that the brain of this thing had been smoked, so he pinched Wuguī's neck and turned it over with its four feet upside down. Xiaowuguī's back was facing down, and his four short legs were tossing around desperately in the air. Reluctantly, he turned to the direction of the table again.

This shows that either this little bastard is a lustful ghost, or that Bing Xinhuo just happened to be suppressed under the high platform.

Cheng Qian sighed secretly, feeling that he was so excited by what happened to Han Yuan that it was probably not advisable to go out that night when he caught up.

However, at this point, Cheng Qian swept his eyes and ran to the place where people were locked in the corner. His figure flashed slightly, and a layer of hoarfrost covered his body. The guards at the door instantly maintained their original postures. Being frozen, Cheng Qian swiftly swept across the dark prison, and at the same time struck out a line of true essence between his fingers, breaking the lock on the iron cage with precision.

Although this movement was not big, it still disturbed several alert demon cultivators in a small area, and one person exclaimed: "Who is sneaking?"

Cheng Qian kept walking, but he was very nauseous in his heart - really don't know how these people have the face to say that others are sneaky.

He planned to fight quickly. The thin frost and mist that had condensed on his body spread out in an instant, and a bào snowstorm rolled up in the small building. Then, Cheng Qian took advantage of the time when no one could react. , with a sword back, the dark cage in the corner was completely opened.

This lacked great virtue. Most of the demon cultivators in this place didn't wear much clothes, and they were brutally baptized by Qi Feng Ku Xue when they were naked.

Cheng Qian took advantage of the chaos to get near the high platform, and got up off guard. The frost blade made a bright trace in the air. With one sword, he split the high platform in half, and at the same time, he would roll up the The gravel was gouged out together with the demon cultivator who didn't have time to run away, and then he flicked his sleeves and released the little Wuguī who had kicked his legs for a long time.

Wuguī with the big thumb fell to the ground and grew to the height of a hill, standing there with a big shoulder and a round waist, looking extremely righteous and awe-inspiring. The Yuwu guī opened his big mouth and took a deep breath of the aura of swallowing mountains and rivers. The whole small building was shaking. rise.

At this time, in the chaotic dance of the demons, a neatly dressed man appeared in the crowd. On the railing of the third floor, a man in a robe whose face was so wrapped that he could not see his face came out, shouting: "Where's the little thief, looking for death! "

Cheng Qian felt that he could not face the title of "little thief" calmly.

The man in the robe was condescending, raised his hand and slammed down into the air, regardless of whether he was accidentally injured or not.

Under the black cloud cover of the giant palm, the phantom-like snowstorm released by Cheng Qian immediately dispersed gradually, and there were a few demon cultivators who ran slowly and were swallowed by the fascinated black mist under their palms, and people entered in an instant. When the bones come out, it's even cleaner than beggars gnawing at jījīs!

There are people in this kind of ghost place, Cheng Qian sneered, turned over the jade neck, and the frost blade came out of his hand, and the cold sword intent rushed straight up like a whirlwind, and unceremoniously slammed the huge palm on his head with him. The roof of the building was lifted. The cold sword energy in the small building and the hot wind from the southern border collided in the air, with a high-pitched "woo", and the half-cool and not-hot water splashed around.

The man in the robe on the third floor was swept away by the sword, and he hurriedly stepped back three or four steps to dodge.

Seeing that he succeeded, Cheng Qian shrunk the jade back to the size of his thumb and rolled it into his sleeve. With such a big commotion, he himself felt that it was a bit too much. He immediately planned to go ahead with the thirty-six strategies, and Yujian slipped away, right here. At that time, someone in the dark prison in the corner called out, "Senior, help, we are the disciples of the White Tiger Villa in Xiliang!"

Cheng Qian just blew up the prison, not to save people, but to make a sound, but he felt that he was very benevolent and righteous, so who could blame him for not being good at learning?

Of course, he didn't think that the disciples of the White Tiger Villa were more valuable than the lives of others, but after hearing this self-reported family, Cheng Qian was unavoidably stunned—for nothing else, the owner of the White Tiger Villa was still holding a pair of Fuyao mountain locks. Where's the key?

Cheng Qian didn't know what was the use of such a lock, but he couldn't help worrying about the difficulties of the elder brother. Whether it was true or false, he had to take action when he heard the words "White Tiger Villa".

As soon as Cheng Qian approached the dark prison, a group of demon cultivators rushed towards him. With a sword, he pulled out Cang Hai's furious cháo, rolled the group of jumping clowns out, and swept them to the shouter.