Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

The man closed his eyes tightly, but his actions were not affected, and the earth flowed under his feet.

Beside the man in Confucian robes, there were two other people standing, a man and a woman, both of whom were outstanding in cultivation and temperament.

The old man with long yellow hair is on the left. He has kind eyebrows and a face that is no different from that of an old man in his sixties or seventies.

The bags under the eyes are swollen and sunken, and there is only a crack above them, and the cloudy eyes can be vaguely seen.

Looking further up, a pair of scimitars are slanted and long, with long white whiskers flowing out from the tips, about half a foot.

The long beard is like a waterfall, but it is tied at the waist by a red rope, like braids, swaying as the old man walks.

The rosy complexion makes the expression in the book about "crane-haired and child-like" concrete.

Different from the young man wearing a golden purple Confucian shirt, the old man only wore a green shirt with rough fabric. He really looked like an old farmer from the Tian family.

There are three people in the group, the two men are on the left and the woman is on the right.

The culprit who caused the "uproar" in Nan Xiao's eyes was this woman.

"Hey, hey, I'm guarding the treasure mountain but I can't get in. Dare I ask - are you guys waiting for us?"

The voice is like silk with honey added, silky and delicate.

The woman's face is more outstanding than her voice.

She was wearing a unique red dress, with a large area of ​​white space on her chest, but the skirt had complicated but not cumbersome cloud patterns, like a raging fire.

The skirt has a unique design, with slits on both sides reaching the waist. As the woman moves, her white thighs disappear and appear.

The flames burned halfway through the skirt and stopped abruptly, leaving only strands of white gauze lingering.

The half-open mind is extremely open, even hotter than freshly baked steamed buns.

The fat of Bai Huahua grows just right, with smooth lines, just connecting with the two collarbones.

The long neck floats like a swan flying high, surrounded by a silver necklace with a drop of sky blue crystal.

The lips are thick and pink, the bridge of the nose is small and straight, and the cheeks are white and light.

The eyes are like peach blossoms, which seem to be open but not open, and the white lines are filled with a little bit of beauty.

There is a hint of daisy hidden between the eyebrows, and the emotions are described everywhere with meticulous brushwork.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, slanting down her breasts, with clear black and white.

Half of the hair is tied into a bun, the phoenix hairpin is vivid, and the blue feathers are like flying.

If we talk about a practitioner's practice, at the very beginning, it is absolutely necessary to meditate and concentrate, and even to give up the seven worldly emotions and six desires.

First forget the secular, and then transform into the ordinary.

However, a beautiful woman with ridges in her breasts can make people kiss the mortal world at the sight of her, and throw away her cultivation and immortality.

Even Nan Xiao, whose appearance can be called heavenly and beautiful, still looks a little green in front of women.

In the mountains and forests, groups of cultivators and monster beasts all came together at the same time.

Faced with a powerful threat, they had to join forces.

Feeling the hostile gazes rising one after another, the woman swayed like spring water, and her sweet smile became even sweeter.

A jade bone fan does not look like a powerful weapon in his hand, but more like a green leaf specially designed to set off flowers.

The golden phoenix hairpin is entangled with most of the green hair, and the remaining part is weak willow, seemingly covering the spring glory on the chest.

Red agate clings to the ear, blue moon and silver chain press the mountain.

It really echoes the phrase "undulating waves".

One step, two shakes, three moves, six tremors.

"Hiss—what a fairy."

Dongfang Mutuo stared at the woman in the distance with the corner of his sight, and even swallowed quietly.

He seemed to feel a little guilty, and more cautiously used the barbarian's eyesight to look at the moon and the sun, and looked at the white streak of heavy strokes on the woman's chest.

The breathing became heavier and heavier.

"She is so beautiful. She is the most beautiful I have ever seen. If I..."

Nian Ranran, who was originally beautiful, even though she was young, now looked like a night watcher who saw the morning glow for the first time. Her face was covered with red clouds, her eyes were hot, and she seemed to have admiration and longing, and she could even vaguely see the paranoid desire to possess her.

The nine ancient characters passed down by Gou Twenty-nine automatically emerged from the sea of ​​suffering, and the Qingling Sutra that had been stagnant for a long time finally sounded on its own, bringing the lost Nan Xiao back to her senses.

He actually fell into the trap without realizing it!

Nan Xiao has never underestimated those people, but the gap is right in front of her. No matter how vigilant she is, she is still confused.

If it weren't for the nine ancient characters that condensed the essence of the Taoist scriptures to calm Nan Xiao's mind, I'm afraid she might have been completely lost in the boundless temptation of women, unable to extricate herself, and drowned without realizing it.

But that's only if.

Nan Xiao, who had woken up, did not dare to show it, but quietly pulled over the somewhat sluggish Nian Ranran. The Qingling Sutra was like a breeze, trying to wake him up.

Dongfang Mutuo's breathing became deeper and deeper, but just when he was about to close his breath and sever his will, the pig demon snorted.

"Uh-huh--"

The cry of the elephant-nosed pig demon was like the setting moon falling into a cold pool, causing countless waves of light.

The sparkling water is full of frightening dreams.

"Roar--"

"Moo-"

"Hang bang——"

One sound louder than the other, the monsters in the forest roared one after another, forcing those who were indulging in sensuality to wake up.

After many people regained their willpower, Nan Xiao stared "Shanshan", and the scenery of lakes and mountains surrounded a few people, disappearing from the sight of others.

Nan Xiaofeng opened her eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "I can only see thirty-seven, most of them are cultivators from the Lunhai Secret Realm, some are strong and some are weak. I can't see clearly the three who are leading the way, so I guess The cultivation level is at least in the Dao Palace. In addition, it is not ruled out that someone is hiding his figure, I don’t see it.”

Dongfang Mutuo breathed steadily, a little sad, and said: "I admire Miss Nanxiao's determination very much. I would like to add that there are traces of blood on those people, especially the first three people. They have a lot of evil spirits on them. I doubt them. It’s the military commander.”

Nian Ranran, the youngest, didn't pay attention to this. Her eyes shifted from the beautiful woman who could be called a disaster, and landed elsewhere.

The crowd, which was comparable to a pride of lions, stopped one after another when they were only two miles away from Jingtan Temple.

The spring water is ahead, and the stunning woman is humming a lingering tune, lying softly on the ground, like a ball of water.

The red dress is swollen and greasy, and there is a lot of spring scenery.

The man in Confucian shirt still closed his eyes tightly and stood on the forest floor with the stone tablet behind him.

The old man with gray hair and gray eyebrows was tied with a red rope and sat cross-legged. His green shirt did not move, only his long eyebrows swayed slowly in the wind.

There are thirty-seven people in the group. The first three are all strong and elegant, and the latter also have their own charm.

The high-spirited young man showed his sharp edge and looked around with his sword drawn.

The dashing woman has a high ponytail and a red shirt.

The woman with fishtail lines but clear water beads behaves elegantly.

The bearded young man stared coldly ahead, holding a knife in both hands and wearing a tiger's tail around his waist.

The strong man stuffed pieces of meat into his mouth with big mouthfuls, his eyes were focused on the trouble ahead, and it was not only food that was swallowed up.

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Thirty-seven people were standing, standing, sitting or lying down, not caring about the eyes of the people around them.

Suddenly, Nian Ranran seemed to have seen something. He quickly lowered his voice and said urgently: "Sister, sister, he, he, he -"

Nan Xiao looked sideways and looked in the direction, and instantly knew the reason for Nian Ranran's surprise.

The old man's back was hunched, he was holding a bloody old crutch with one hand and was silent.

The sky is just dawning, but the sun is setting.

In front of the old tree, there is a pool of spring water.