Who said my wife is a monster?

Chapter 222: Beautiful flesh statue, killing the blood

A hundred miles away from Haoyuan Zong, there seems to be a mountain hundreds of feet high sitting quietly.

But if you look closely, you can find that this is not a mountain, but a lifelike beautiful flesh statue.

She has a slim figure, wrapped in a long blood-colored dress, her face looks like a jade carving, and her hair is as long as a waterfall. She is sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a Taoist fairy floating out of the dust, quiet and elegant. Only the scarlet blood all over his body made it a bit eerie and terrifying.

Next to the beautiful flesh statue, there are two towers of flesh and blood standing——

"hiss!"

On one of the tall towers, the old sect leader suddenly opened his eyes, and his mind was shaken.

He silently looked at Haoyuan Zong in the distance.

"My 'mortal body' has finally run out of fuel. It can be said that my wish was fulfilled before I died."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old sect leader's mind changed quickly. He vaguely felt the emotions coming from the fairy mother, and immediately understood the reason.

"The degree of erosion is worse than the holy soldiers in the Liang Palace."

The flesh cocoon was as strong as a magical weapon, even if it was broken by Xuanwu, it would take a lot of effort. How did they do it without disturbing the fairy mother?
Boom!

Zizizi!
The blood threads wrapped around the weapon were torn off directly, and blood poured out.

The Fairy Mother looked sideways, remained silent for a moment, and then patiently sat back down.

My friends, this is the last bit of help I can give you. I hope you can take care of yourself.
"woo"

But the magic knife reacted faster, and immediately split into dozens of broken blades, jingling with the flesh and blood.

Boom!

"call"

The old sect leader was shocked when he saw this.

After a while, half of the 'Honey Fairy Peach' in the cave was eaten.

The old sect leader closed his eyes and sighed softly.

The old sect master suddenly sent a message: "Fairy Mother, don't be angry. These ants can be dealt with by your colleagues in Ziling City. Why do you need to take action yourself?"

"Come out!"

In an instant, the ground shook.

This is the first time that the Fairy Mother has reacted like this. What happened in the secret territory of Haoyuan Sect?
In the secret cave, the cocoons of flesh were originally particularly ferocious and terrifying.

"——Fairy Mother, what's wrong?"

But not long after, Fairy Mother's expression became more and more uncomfortable, and her whole body was restless and trembling, as if she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Wait a minute!"

The earthquake became more and more violent, and the fairy mother was about to stand up slowly, with murderous intent growing in her eyes.

Click!

Yang Shifei flew back almost at the same time to avoid being doused in blood.

She pursed her lips tightly, until she couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly stood up, letting out a scream that shook the world.

The old sect master had mixed feelings in his heart and raised his head and sighed. I tried to recall human emotions again, but it was empty, like a big dream.

Immediately, he got off his horse, twisted his waist and pulled hard, and forcibly pulled out the holy soldier.

Yue Rui ate even more happily, calling out two cat claws and jumping along the way, eating and sucking the cocoons dry wherever she went.

The old sect leader was secretly surprised.

But at this moment, it was like a fragrant fairy peach, frequently visited by three 'fairies'.

In an instant, a massive amount of filth rushed into his body. The severe pain almost made him roar, and veins popped out all over his body.

Yang Shifei gritted his teeth and began to absorb the filth with his thoughts.

He looked down at the halberd in his hand. The weapon was covered with ferocious bloodshot threads and was trembling and struggling, as if it wanted to fly back into the blood cocoon.

The next moment, he suddenly took the knife and slashed with all his strength, forcibly cutting a crack in the blood cocoon.

But before he could reach out and take out the holy weapon, dense flesh and blood spurted out from it, as if trying to resist and struggle——

"I hope that little friend can really obtain the holy weapon, which will leave the last hope to mortals."

The bloody beauty suddenly opened her eyes, with a faint look of anger on her face, and a roar like a thunderous beast roared from the bottom of her throat.

Yan Lingshuang and Luo Xian'er walked back and forth, constantly pressing their delicate hands on the skin of the cocoon, and their respective techniques started to operate on their own, quickly inhaling the abundant breath contained in it into their bodies.

That little friend seemed to have destroyed a flesh cocoon and even taken away the remains of the demon fetus?

The old sect master was stunned and quickly looked at the beautiful flesh statue beside him.

"Did you really succeed?"

Yang Shifei came to the center of the cave alone and slowly pulled out the magic knife from behind.

Yang Shifei reached out brazenly, inserted his arm into the flesh, and groped for the handle of the halberd.

The halberd in his hand trembled more intensely, and the blood light flickered on and off.

Boom!

At the same time, the entire cave began to tremble and shake, as if it was about to collapse.

Luo Xian'er rushed over immediately and grabbed Yang Shifei's shoulders.

"Let's go out first!"

Yang Shifei broke into a cold sweat: "Those devil fetus remnants." "Only the last bit remains."

Luo Xian'er's pretty face was flushed strangely, and she gasped: "We are also very full."

Yan Lingshuang and Yue Rui were both blushing, as if they were overdoing it.

The three women protected Yang Shifei and quickly exited the cave. They whistled for the horses and quickly turned over and took their seats.

"go!"

The horse neighed, spread its hooves, and galloped at full speed.

Yang Shifei's whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he tried his best to absorb the filth of the holy soldiers. The magic knife was wrapped around his arms at the same time, sharing the pressure of the cold air together.

Boom——!
The earth shook more and more intensely, cracks appeared in all directions, and a large amount of blood gradually emerged.

Luo Xian'er immediately grasped the white sword and prepared to fight.

"There's a big monster behind!"

But Yuerui's exclamation quickly attracted the attention of the two women.

They all turned around and took a closer look, suddenly showing shock on their faces.

Under the dark night, it seemed as if a "mountain" was gradually approaching in the distance, with smoke and dust rising into the sky, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

"Is that thing the Fairy Mother?"

Yan Lingshuang couldn't help but be stunned: "So big?!"

Vaguely, one could still hear the roars of grief and anger coming from dozens of miles away.

Luo Xian'er's face darkened, and she patted the horse's back: "Little guy, speed up again!"

"There are monsters ahead."

Following Yuerui's reminder, they quickly looked ahead——

The billowing blood surged, and several figures seemed to jump out of it.

"Disobedient to the Fairy Mother, you will receive your fate—poof!"

Yue Rui summoned the cat's claws in her true form, and slapped them into pulp with two palms from the air.

Luo Xian'er and Yan Lingshuang's eyes were slightly stern, and they both drew their swords and swept across. Their beautiful sharp edges poured out in an instant, cutting off all the madmen attacking from both sides.

"Hurry up!"

Yang Shifei's eyes were bloodshot, he was holding on to the halberd tightly, and the magic sword on his shoulder was constantly spewing out an excessive amount of cold air.

It was only then that the holy soldier regained some strength.

"Help us clear the way!"

Yang Shifei roared angrily, raised his halberd, and struck it down vigorously.

The holy weapon's strange light was instantly activated, melting the bloody mountain road ahead and splitting it apart!

The pursuers who were about to rush in were forcibly blocked, and the encirclement and suppression offensive slowed down.

"hiss--"

Yang Shifei was sweating profusely and panting like an ox, still trying his best to drive away the filth around him.

The three women standing close to each other on horseback continued to attack, smashing the demons that tried to attack into pieces, and forced their way out of the sea of ​​blood.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

A hundred feet away, a loud shout suddenly came.

Old Monster Li appeared in the blood tide, his eyes widened with anger, and he leaped over with a roar.

The battle ax in his hand seemed to have great power, like thunder and thunder——

呲!
There was a sudden flash of black light, and his body was instantly cut into pieces.

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Yang Shifei was stunned when he saw this.

This person's power is terrifying. Is he afraid that he has extremely strong cultivation and is killed by a sword?

Who did it just now, Aunt Shuang or Xian'er?
After thinking for only a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

A bone-chilling chill gradually came from behind, which was horrifying. It was far more terrifying than the sea of ​​blood rolling around.
The jet-black tentacles reached out from behind at some point, touched his face, and intertwined into a pair of jet-black wings.

Waves of frost overflowed, and the sea of ​​​​blood was completely frozen, turning into a bloody glacier.

The horse was still galloping, but hundreds of ghostly shadows gradually appeared all around, like a group of ghosts walking at night, tearing at the flesh and blood demons along the way.

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Yang Shifei's eyes changed slightly and he looked into his arms.

Yue Rui's whole body was ignited with cold blue flames, as if she was wearing a Yuexia feather fabric, and her four cat tails were swaying like blazing fire.

The sky suddenly disappeared behind them, and two figures turned over and dismounted, floating in the air like ghosts.

Yang Shifei looked subconsciously and saw that Yan Lingshuang's feet were like stepping on ice crystals, and her body was wrapped in cold wind. With a wave of her hand, densely packed ice swords swept across the place like a winter storm.

Luo Xian'er's face was cold and lifeless, and the black wings on his back flapped, like a ghost from the underworld harvesting lives. He kept waving the ink sword light, turning the demons in his way into pieces.

"--kill."

Wherever the group went, the sea of ​​blood shattered and the demonic tide dispersed. They were pushed forward like a meat grinder, unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)