Su Bian Cultivation World

Dou Buren came back to his senses while meditating, only to realize that the blade of Sen Leng was already faintly close to the back of his neck.

He shivered, and subconsciously wanted to stick out his consciousness to see the appearance of the person behind him, but someone put a finger on his shoulder and easily pushed his consciousness back.

The finger tapped on his shoulder casually, the movement was not heavy, and it might even have a hint of disgust after careful taste.But if only it hurt as lightly as he did.

This light touch, in fact, only looks relaxed.As the victim, Dou Buren could easily feel that an extremely powerful power of the soul penetrated into his divine machine along that finger.

Although the uninvited guest who came out against the current only lightly touched his own consciousness with his consciousness, but the opponent's consciousness was like a knife like a sword, and the touch was already painful.Most of the foundation of his spiritual consciousness, which he had worked so hard to cultivate for many years, was destroyed before even meeting him.

Dou Buren was trembling uncontrollably, half from fear, and the other half from pain and heartache.He trembled and said good things to the unknown intruder behind him: "The late student has met the senior, and the senior has come here from afar. I wonder if there is anything that the late student can do for you?"

The hand of the man holding the knife behind him was very steady. Even after hearing his words and sneering twice, the edge of the knife remained in place, and the blade did not tremble slightly because of his laughter.

He said sarcastically and sarcastically: "Forget it, I don't know how many immoral things have been blamed on me because you call me senior, I am really afraid of losing my life."

This is a man's accent, judging from the tone and voice, it seems that he is still very young.

Dou Buren was originally docile like a quail, but when he heard the age of the other party and secretly estimated the person's cultivation level, he only felt jealous and hated in his heart.In the midst of jealousy and hatred, he couldn't help but feel joy rising in his heart.

It's good to be young, young people lack experience, they are easy to change from day to day, and their ideas waver from side to side.Although it would cost him some words, the possibility of saving his life from young people is much higher than that of elders.

Of course, young people are inevitably domineering and conceited, so he can't start with profit, he has to be moved with emotion and reason——

"If you don't like the younger generation calling it that way, the younger generation won't call it that way." Dou Buren's voice sounded a bit bitter: "I don't know what the younger generation can do for you?"

His tone sounded like a defeated rooster, dejected, wilted and wrinkled, and the calculation in his heart had already been rattling.

He thought, if the person who came had an old grudge with him—although he didn’t know which old grudge it was, after all, he had done a lot of wicked things—then try to pour dirty water on the people around him; If he can't get used to the environment in the Ecstasy World, then he will express his grievances and drag himself out of this matter, if...

If his words were interrupted by the words of the people behind him.

The young man behind him spoke, his voice was neither light nor heavy, but the words were cold, and the syllables could almost break ice stubble: "Thank you. I'm here to ask you for something."

Dou Buren clenched his hands subconsciously, and forced a smile: "As long as the younger generation has..."

"You have." The young man interrupted him, and said without doubt: "The first thing I want is your identity."

...It seems that he came for the matter of the world of ecstasy. He was just a pond fish who was caught in a fire at the city gate, and he just happened to catch up with this matter.

Dou Buren sighed inwardly and nodded his head. He gritted his teeth with hatred, but he still flattered him with respect and fear: "Yes, yes, the younger generation is willing to give it."

The young man was unmoved at all, and said coldly: "The second thing I want from you is your head."

"!!!"

The coolness that had been suppressed by Dou Buren at the bottom of his heart finally rushed straight to the sky at this moment, and suddenly spread from the scalp to the heels.No matter how much he cared about the sharp blade on the back of his neck, he threw forward and was about to bounce back, making the final blow of the trapped beast.

However, in the eyes of others, this counterattack turned into a farce.The young man gave a cold snort, and instead of waving his knife to pursue him, he just stepped on Dou Buren's vest when he fell over and turned over.Dou Buren almost vomited blood when he stepped on him. He turned his face with difficulty, only to see a handsome and strange young face.

"When you were in samadhi, I could have killed you silently." The young man looked at him with downcast eyes, his expression indifferent: "But I woke you up to let you die clearly."

"You, the first group of 'guests' who were extradited to the world of ecstasy, are the matchmakers who have robbed the furnace for many years to provide pleasure to the world of ecstasy, aren't they?"

The young man, that is, Luo Jiujiang, squinted his eyes, revealing undisguised hatred in every inch of his eyes: "You are dying now, it is already too late."

At the moment before he died, Dou Buren's mind went blank.He still couldn't believe that he would die for such a reason—there were more than a thousand monks who did this for the Ecstasy Realm, why was he the only one?He shouted unwillingly: "Who bought you to kill me? What is the price of my life?"

"Your life is worthless." Luo Jiujiang's words were cold, but the blade was a hundred times colder than words.There was blood splattering hot from the neck, and the last scene Dou Buren saw before he died was his own fat and bloated body.

Luo Jiujiang let go and nailed the knife to Dou Buren's body.He bent down to pick up the storage bag on the man's waist, reached in and fumbled for a while, and soon found what he needed.

It was a seal signboard of Pixiang Palace, and a bright silver mask of the same style. He had collected seven or eight pairs in the past few days.

In addition, he also saw a Yang engraved "hunting post".

This is it, he finally found it.

Putting the mask and post into his arms, Luo Jiujiang did not leave in a hurry.He frowned and looked at the already cold corpse on the ground, recalled what he had done in the past few days, and couldn't help introspecting a little.

Nearly [-] or [-] monks have been killed by his knife in the past few days, each of whom was personally approached by him.Although each of these people has a way to kill, his killing intent is indeed much stronger than usual.

Although "Death Dao" failed to take him away on the spot in the Netherworld, it still had a certain influence on him in a subtle way.

But I don't regret it.Luo Jiujiang thought calmly: I just think it's a good time to kill.

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When the maid opened the door and came in, she didn't even dare to raise her eyes to see Chu Yao's back.

On the other hand, Chu Yao, who was sitting facing the mirror, looked extremely calm, and even smiled and waved at her, motioning for her to hand over the things: "Why, is it another hunting post?"

"...Yes." The maid walked forward tremblingly, her hand holding the invitation almost trembling violently.Chu Yao didn't take it seriously, took the Yanhong post from her hand, and signaled her to back off.

The servant girl immediately left as if she had been pardoned, and before she closed the door for Chu Yao, she saw that Chu Yao casually threw the post on the dressing table, and picked up Luo Zidai again to paint her own eyebrows.

It was as if the invitation card that seemed to urge the soul was not taken seriously by this beautiful, enchanting and airy Chu-waisted young man.

Then maybe, the hunting feast is not as terrible as what the sisters said.The servant girl thought in a daze as she closed the door.

Unlike the maid who only had a general understanding of this matter, Chu Yao couldn't be more clear about the meaning of this post.

Hunting posts are usually the prelude to every feast in the world of ecstasy.There are two types of posts: yin and yang, the yang posts are given to distinguished guests, and the yin posts are distributed to those furnaces.

When the banquet begins, hundreds of cauldrons will be driven into the forest to spend the night.Tired and hungry the next day, they will become the delicious prey in the eyes of those guests.

The guests have the right to treat them arbitrarily, whether it is to want the bodies of these furnaces, or to kill these furnaces.

As the all-clothed Shang Palace... or the most beautiful and precious furnace in the entire Ecstasy World, Qiongqi will not send him out every time.He only used this to warn him when he felt that Chu Yao had changed a lot recently.

Chu Yao has indeed done a lot of moves recently, but he doesn't know who will betray him, and for what purpose?

The guards guarding the gate of Paradise?The sister flowers in the Dark Fragrance Garden?Let's leave Yunzhu's new furnace, or the two brothers who emerged from the lotus pond one by one?

Maybe all of them.

Chu Yao understands that Qiongqi knows something, Qiongqi is warning him, and Qiongqi wants to punish him, and after that, Qiongqi will rekindle his interest in him.

As the lord of the world of ecstasy, Qiongqi's interests can be said to be constantly changing. Sometimes he feels pity for the gentle beauties, and the next moment he may pay more attention to the enchanting and hot dancers.A moment ago, he might still be in love with a virtuous and decent lady, but in a blink of an eye, he can drag the former down to feed the dogs because of someone's pitiful relics.

He is a moody alien. Over the years, the world of ecstasy has maintained a large demand for top-quality furnaces, and it may not be because there are too many furnaces that died under his hands.

There are a total of 130 seven people who entered the Pixiang Palace together with Chu Yao, but until now, he is the only one among the 130 seven people who is still alive.

And the most terrible thing is that among all Qiongqi's preferences, there is only one thing that remains constant.

—He loves women the most.

If you compare Qiongqi's hobby to a casino, Chu Yao is basically penniless.

So just like the previous few times, Chu Yao wanted to take the initiative to stir up trouble, and he used this as a bargaining chip in exchange for being thrown into the hunting ground.

He will be manipulated, ravaged, bullied, and even on the verge of life and death in the hunting grounds. In the end, he will come out alive and stand in the middle of the banquet in panic with the few remaining furnaces.

There will be guests who are overwhelmed by his beauty, they will greedily and openly look at Chu Yao, salivating over Chu Yao, while Qiongqi will conceitedly wave to Chu Yao, and exhibit him to everyone, just like showing a rare piece of art. treasure.

Chu Yao will fall into Qiongqi's eyes again, and Qiongqi will be reminded by the envious eyes of countless people, reminding him of the preciousness of Chu Yao.

After regaining Qiongqi's attention, Chu Yao can guarantee that his life will last for another two years.

He has endured seven such "two years", so it can be said that he is familiar with the road and has a lot of experience in it.Just wait...just wait until then...

But no matter what reason he used to comfort himself, no matter what survival instinct he used to keep him alive, thinking about what he was about to face next, Chu Yao still felt humiliated.

The plain hand he was pressing on the table put a little more force on it, and only heard a soft click. He had a cultivation level close to that of a golden core, but he couldn't even damage an ordinary dressing table.

He just split his Kodan-dyed nails.

Chu Yao flexed his fingers and looked at his nails, and saw that the nails of all five fingers were neatly trimmed and rounded, and each nail was dyed with the purest Danxia color, as if five drops of blood were about to drip.