Chapter 262: Losing Virginity (Part 1)

In the Baimo Mountain Palace, there were fairy music, wine, exotic flowers, and fruits, all of which were brought into the palace by beautiful young girls in pink light gauze, carrying crystal fruit plates. It was obvious that the Baimo lineage was entertaining guests, and the status of the guests was extraordinary. Even the second-generation disciples Black Sand Dao, Poison Hand Dao Ren, Demon Dao Ren, and hundreds of other proud disciples were helping outside the door, and they could not even enter the palace gate, let alone the third-generation disciples of Xuanyuan Fawang.

Beside Baimo Mountain, there is a rocky mountain with rugged rocks and old trees. On the cliff halfway up the mountain, there is a platform with a radius of one acre. Behind the platform is a dark cave. Such caves are very common. There are dozens of them in any small hill within a radius of 100 miles. These caves are the places where the first-generation disciples of Baimo Mountain live and practice. They are not as quiet, magnificent, or full of fairy spirit as some immortals' caves.

These disciples all practiced the Asura Demonic Path, offering sacrifices to the ghosts, devouring the essence, blood, skin and head, and taking the gloomy air of the earthly evil. Even if it was a fairyland, it would be filled with ghosts and filth. Therefore, these earthly disciples were too lazy to take care of it. If they had time to deal with these things, they might as well meditate and refine their qi, and hone their own demon gods.

Especially the disciples of the fourth and fifth generations, who had to kill the souls of beasts in the mountains and offer sacrifices to them to make magic weapons to survive the heavenly tribulation, and they had even less time.

A black light came from far away, and I saw that the Xuanyuan Dharma King was holding two poisonous horns and red-scaled pythons. Their bodies were as thick as a bowl and three feet long. They were still entangled and struggling, but how could they escape from the Dharma King's hands?

Master, you are back. Hearing the sound of breaking air, a demon came out of the cave. It was about ten to one teenager. He looked extremely ugly, with a pair of white eyes like drum fish, and two nostrils facing the sky. When he saw the Xuanyuan Dharma King, he cheered and his tone was somewhat happy.

Go, cut the skin and bleed, drink a bowl, and then practice qigong, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation.

The Xuanyuan Dharma King threw out a red-scaled python. This python was originally a living thing. Once it was out of his hand, it would bite anyone it saw. Its two fierce eyes were red, and its bloody mouth was full of fangs. It spewed out a stream of red smoke and poisonous gas. Its body was straight, like an arrow from a bow. With a flash of red shadow, it ran towards the face of the ugly boy.

The ugly boy flew through the clouds like a swallow, leaping four or five feet high. He held a black gold short sword in his hand and slashed it. He had already passed under the belly of the python. With a sizzling sound, the red-scaled python hit the rocks and shrank on the ground, struggling. It turned out that its belly was cut. I don't know what means the ugly boy used, but the whole skin was peeled off, leaving only a long white strip of meat rolling on the ground, and even the snake gall fell into the hands of the ugly boy.

The ugly boy opened his mouth and swallowed the snake gall, and wrapped the three-meter snake skin around his waist. He stepped on the tail of the fleshy snake, grabbed the snake head, cut off the horn, and regardless of the snake rolling on the ground, he opened his wide mouth, showing his sharp white teeth, biting at the seven-inch point, and saw the Adam's apple shaking up and down, and the python gradually shrank, and in a few breaths, it became stiff.

The ugly boy then took out the black gold soul-capturing gourd, muttered something in his mouth, and pointed his finger. An extremely fine black gas flew out from the top of the snake's head and was sucked into the gourd, but it was to capture the living soul.

Throwing away the useless residue, the ugly boy looked at the other big python in the Dharma King's hand, licked his lips, and the Dharma King smiled and threw it to him. The ugly boy drank blood and ate gall, collected the living soul, and then went into the cave with the Dharma King.

You are progressing rapidly. You have reached the middle stage of Qi in just one month. In a few days, you will be able to fly with a sword. At that time, you can go out and hunt by yourself. The Dharma King said.

Yin Yang understands

It turns out that this ugly boy is a wild man in the mountains. He has been with monkeys since he was born. A month ago, the Dharma King Xuanyuan went to the distant mountains to refine the Xuanyin Banner by chance. He happened to see this ugly boy fighting with a group of wild wolves among the monkeys. He felt that this ugly boy had a very high aptitude, so he took him back as his apprentice. Because it was evening, when Yin and Yang were alternating, he was specially named Yin Yang. The Dharma King Xuanyuan originally had a pseudonym surnamed Wang, so this ugly boy was also named Wang Yin Yang. He will be an important figure in the future, so I have to spend some time to mention him.

Master, why is it so lively on Baimo Mountain today?

The Dharma King Xuanyuan sat on the Dharma platform, and next to him was a circle of small piles made of human and animal skulls and bones, about three feet high. Wang Yin Yang took out nine black gold gourds and placed them on top. Taking the number of ninety-nine return to the truth, the Dharma King offered two Xuanyin Banners, and two demon gods appeared on the black banners. They were the two demon gods who were captured that day.

The two demon gods were shaking on the banner, baring their teeth, with ferocious faces, as if they were going to eat King Xuanyuan alive. They kept cursing, but no sound came out.

Today, the god-sister of the Hundred Demons Sect, the Flying Jade Girl Yang Miaomiao, came to visit her relatives.

King Xuanyuan only knew so much. He was rewarded with a few black gold soul-catching gourds and a few pages of the Hundred Demons Sutra by the Hundred Demons Taoist for delivering the letter. In addition, he got a few pages by killing the two demons. He learned a lot of magic skills. Although there was no method of refining the Hundred Demons, it was also derived from the profound secrets of the Asura Demon Dao. The king benefited a lot.

Yang Miaomiao was just the god-sister of the Hundred Demons Sect. Why did she have to receive such a grand ceremony? The reason was worth pondering. However, my status was very low and I had been here for a short time. I really didn't know the inside story. It would be better to ask these two guys. The king thought that the more he knew, the more chances he would have to get close to the Hundred Demons Sect.

You two still don't surrender, do you really want me to kill you and help me? In the future, when I achieve the great Asura supernatural power, you will also be liberated.

The Dharma King smiled sinisterly and pointed his finger. The black evil silk collected from the soul sacrifice in the nine black gold gourds gurgled out. Once it touched the banner, it turned into Yin fire, burning the two demons to death.

The two demons became demon immortals and became the natal demon gods. They were captured on the banner as the main soul, but they did not lose their consciousness. As long as the Dharma King Xuanyuan released them when fighting against the enemy, the natal demon gods would use all the Taoist methods in their lifetime and could also use magic weapons. They were much more powerful than controlling them with their own minds, but there were pros and cons. They were powerful but difficult to control and easy to be backfired.

The two demons could not stand the torture of Yin Fire, and begged for mercy repeatedly, expressing their submission. Xuanyuan Dharma King asked: Do you know where the flying jade girl Yang Miaomiao came from?

A sharp voice came from the banner: This flying jade girl Yang Miaomiao is the thirty-sixth princess of the great Asura Demon King in the Hell Netherworld Blood. It is rumored that she has some ambiguity with the founder, and to cover up the truth, she recognized her as a sister. It is said that the founder's Hundred Demons Sutra was obtained from the princess.

These two Taoists have served under the Hundred Demons Mountain for hundreds of years. Of course, they know much more than the newcomer Dharma King. After a long list of stories, the Dharma King learned a little bit.

The Asura clan has extremely beautiful women and extremely ugly men. This Yang Miaomiao is extremely good at the art of collecting and replenishing double cultivation, and she is more beautiful than the fairies in the sky. Therefore, she has many faces. It is said that she is a couple with the Qinglong Mountain Bichen King, but in fact, she is just a mistress. Yang Zhicai, the founder of the Hundred Demons Sect, was originally an ordinary demon fairy. He was not sure how he got the attention of Yang Miaomiao, and got a copy of the Asura Hundred Demons Sutra. He cultivated his magical powers and became the founder of a sect.

The Xuanyuan Dharma King got the news, but it was useless for the time being. He just kept it in mind and waited for the future development of the situation. Anyway, he had a place to stay and a long time, so he was not in a hurry.

Yang Zhicai, the Taoist of the Hundred Demons, wore a white Taoist robe and tied his hair with silk thread. He looked unrestrained and extraordinary, handsome and handsome. He looked young and not over thirty. No matter who saw him, he could not imagine him to be the same as the old demon who dominated the area.

How did my sister have time to come to see her brother today? Yang Zhicai and Yang Miaomiao were rubbing against each other.

Yang Miaomiao was indeed extremely beautiful. She was wearing a light gauze dress, revealing a pair of round jade feet. Her skin was as white as cream and slightly rosy, as if it were made of water. The gauze did not cover her body, revealing all kinds of beautiful features. Especially when she frowned and smiled, her eyes were full of light and captivating. Even a god who had cut off all emotions and desires would have his blood boiling and be burned by desire when he saw her. He would not be able to control himself and would inevitably lose his true yang. She was worthy of being a great Asura witch who had cultivated supernatural powers.

Yang Miaomiao chuckled, like the sound of a silver bell, with a soft and moist breath that made people unable to control themselves: The three stupid cows in Qinglong Mountain are all rough and rough, barbaric demon kings, and do not know how to be gentle, how can they compare to my brother.

Yang Zhicai smiled and said: My brother heard that the Lion King has three powerful helpers, I don't know who they are

Hearing this question, Yang Miaomiao straightened her face and drove away the maid who brought fruits and flowers. The whole person suddenly looked like the Snow Mountain Saint, awe-inspiring and inviolable, with a sense of majesty.

These three people are really extraordinary. They were disciples of the saint of Jiejiao in the past. Their names are Jin Guangxian, Qiuxian, and Lingyaxian. They suffered a great disaster in the battle of Conferred Gods and were taken as mounts by the three Bodhisattvas Cihang, Wenshu, and Puxian. They suffered humiliation. Some time ago, they somehow escaped the disaster and now live in Lion Mountain, ready to take revenge. Yang Miaomiao said.

It turned out to be a disciple of the Sage of Cutting Horns. No wonder the three rhinos were no match for him. Yang Zhicai said: My dear sister, why do you want to deal with these three immortals? Why do you come to me, your brother? Do you want me to help you?

I don't know how powerful they are, how can they be the opponents of the three immortals. Yang Miaomiao sneered when she heard it.

Yang Zhicai didn't dare to get angry, and quickly apologized: Sister is right

Yang Miaomiao's face changed, and she laughed again: Father has led my Asura clan to fight with Ksitigarbha for a long time. Our Asura clan also has a deep hatred with Buddhism. The three immortals also have a hatred with Buddhism. This fight will make the relatives sad and the enemies happy. So I followed my father's order and the two sides have already made peace. Now I have time to come to my brother to see how he is so powerful and wipe out the Shushan sect.

Yang Zhicai smiled and said: My dear sister, the Shutong lineage is deep-rooted and has countless friends. It is really difficult to deal with it. What's more, the demon sects in the Southern Continent are not unified. I sent a letter to the old demon of Tianshi a few days ago. This old demon actually ate two of my disciples. It's really hateful. Otherwise, sister, please ask father to issue a decree and ask them to convert.

You think so well. Father will never care about such a small matter as yours. To tell you the truth, the founder of the Styx has woken up from the reincarnation pool a hundred years ago, and is now about to transform 480 million blood gods into formless blood demons. If the founder can achieve the mixed origin fruit with my Asura magic, then my Asura clan will not have to live in the dark sea of ​​blood, nor will they be captured by the Buddhist sect to be slaves. Yang Miaomiao said.

The Styx Patriarch actually woke up Yang Zhicai, which was a big surprise. The Styx Patriarch was a placenta bred in the Netherworld Blood Sea when it was first formed. Pangu opened the sky, performed the six reincarnations, and gave birth to the Blood River and the Blood Sea. Therefore, the Styx Patriarch has evolved and formed since the beginning of the universe, and his magic power is boundless.

The blood nerve that Zhou Qing mentioned is left by the Styx Patriarch. From the power of Liao Xiaojin's thirteen blood gods, it can be seen how powerful the Styx Patriarch is.

The Styx Patriarch has 480 million blood gods, and I don't know what level he is.

What are you surprised about Yang Miaomiao laughed, and then Yang Zhicai came back to his senses. In a good mood, he hugged Yang Miaomiao and wanted to do that dirty thing. Yang Miaomiao half-pushed and half-pushed, and the two of them did good things in the hall.

The details are glossed over in one stroke to avoid polluting the eyes and ears of the audience.

As the story gradually came to an end, Yang Zhicai suddenly remembered the smart and empty Bing Linggong. He tidied up his clothes. Yang Miaomiao's face was still red. After hearing what Yang Zhicai said, she immediately became interested.

Since the war has been resolved, why not let these three people go, Yang Zhicai asked.

Don't be in a hurry, take me down to see Yang Miaomiao said.

Yang Zhicai did not dare to disobey, and took Yang Miaomiao to the harem. There was an altar on it. It was ten acres in size, with 72 command flags inserted on it, which was exactly the number of earthly evil spirits. In the center of the flag was a bronze mirror, the size of a palm, shining brightly, which showed the scene in the earth's lungs tens of thousands of feet deep.

I saw that the magma was surging, a fiery red, mixed with many green Yin thunders the size of bullets. The magma surged, collided with each other, and then exploded with a bang, like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth.

As long as one of these countless Yin thunders exploded, a chain reaction would occur, and everything would be red. Every time the chain exploded, the mirror would flash a fiery red crystal light, illuminating the whole room, but people could not see the scene inside clearly. Although there was no sound, Yang Miaomiao still felt the magic of creation. Even if it was a first-class immortal, it would be crushed into powder.

After a long time, the continuous Yin thunders finally exploded, and the scene shown in the bronze mirror calmed down a little. There were three green lights inside the floating magma. Jing Jinger and Kong Konger jumped out of their souls. The talisman shrank to a three-foot radius under the green light cover above their heads.

The Bing Linggong was sandwiched between the two people, and his soul also appeared. He was a small Taoist priest, no more than one foot tall, with a listless look, weak and unconscious. The protective green light transformed by the talisman was dim, appearing and disappearing from time to time. If Jing Jinger and Kong Konger had not shared most of the pressure for him, I am afraid that Bing Linggong would have died long ago.

What a powerful sword fairy. Yang Miaomiao sighed.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, shaking the bronze mirror and emitting crystal light again. It was still trembling and making a buzzing sound. Yang Zhi was puzzled: the Yin thunder condensed by the poisonous flame and Yin Sha was scheduled to explode three times a day. It had just passed, why did it come again now? There was no reason.

The crystal light disappeared, and the scene appeared in the bronze mirror. A boy wearing a big red robe, a collar, and a powdery jade carving was Red Boy.

It turned out that Red Boy had long been lurking in the underground Yin River, waiting for the Yin Thunder to explode, and then he would drill into the earth's lung magma, relying on the Sun-shooting Arrow to break the forbidden method under the Hundred Demons Mountain and find the three people trapped below.

Yang Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and when she saw Red Boy, she couldn't help but say: What a beautiful girl! Then her lustful heart was aroused again, and she wanted to take Red Boy over immediately, make love with him, and love him well.

Yang Zhicai understood it very well, and was angry and jealous, but he didn't dare to disobey Yang Miaomiao's wishes. He gritted his teeth and turned the bronze mirror.

Zhou Qing was riding on the cloud with General Ba, and suddenly felt nervous. He quickly calculated and said to himself that it was not good. This area of ​​Huaguo Mountain is adjacent to the East China Sea, with vast battles and magnificent and strange scenery, but Zhou Qing had no mind to watch.

Suddenly, they came to a mountain. The main peak pierced the sky. The clouds were still halfway up the mountain. It was unknown how high it was. General Ba descended from the clouds and said to Zhou Qing in front of the peak. Then he said: "Emperor, please go up. The king is waiting in the mountain."

Zhou Qing had no choice but to say: "Thank you." General Ba didn't dare to say anything, and went down the mountain instead.

Zhou Qing walked up and saw cliffs on both sides. The road was like a ladder to heaven, straight up. The mountain was covered and misty. There were many old pines on both sides, iron trunks and phosphorescent. Zhou Qing went straight up all the way. After halfway up the mountain, the clouds were at his feet, and the rain was also at his feet. The view in front of him was suddenly clear. What a paradise.

The whole mountain was full of peach trees, plum trees, exotic fruits, pink flowers competing for beauty, green leaves crisp, a waterfall hanging down from the top of the mountain, like a water curtain, there were white apes, golden apes, big and small old monkeys playing in the mountain, and they were not surprised to see Zhou Qing coming.

In front of the Water Curtain Cave, a rainbow reflects the sun, the water is misty, there are several stone benches and a stone seat, on which sits a Taoist wearing a golden cloud-light Tai Chi Bagua robe, a golden silk thread tied around his waist, and a purple gold crown on his head. He is quietly playing with the Dan Book and reading a volume of Huang Ting.

It is the one who dominates the universe and is called Qi Tian, ​​and the one who travels across the three realms and is called the Great Sage.

When Zhou Qing saw this Great Sage, he could not help but shout loudly: Brother Dao, you are free.