There is no distinction between day and night in the valley, and yin and yang are confused. If ordinary people stay there for a long time, they will become confused and confused.
There were constant sounds in the cell guarding the prison. For these disciples of the Seven Emotions Sect, making peace with others and replenishing the yin and yang is cultivation.
There are countless women here, so it is really a great opportunity to improve their cultivation. What's more, these people are always enjoying this, and it is difficult to stop. They have fun day by day and have fun every night.
Ye Ling hid behind the rocks, thinking over and over again, but could not figure out a way to escape. Everything is still due to him being too impulsive.
There are many people with higher cultivation level than him in this valley, and even the power emanating from several halls is frightening. I am afraid that they at least have the power of immortality and celestial phenomena.
At the door of the hut, a Qiqing Sect disciple adjusted his belt and walked out with a smile on his face. He met someone who said to him: "Senior Brother Song, why are you out? Is it because you have been fighting too hard these days and the spear point is not good?"
The disciple surnamed Song curled his lips, took out a small jade bottle from his arms, poured some powder into the palm of his hand, inhaled it into his nose, and said with a happy expression: "Those mortal things are really boring. If it were not for pursuing the great road, I would It will not be contaminated by these dirty things."
The visitor smiled and said: "There are also female cultivators in prison, and there are many beautiful and fragrant women in the country. Why doesn't Senior Brother Song embrace them?"
The disciple surnamed Song frowned and said: "Master has a destiny, just sing lightly. The female cultivator in the prison is beyond your control!"
The visitor came closer, with a smile on his face: "Senior brother, why should you be so stubborn? There are so many furnaces and cauldrons, how can you remember them all? You and I know this matter, and no one else can see it. Could it be that senior brother is not moved?"
The disciple surnamed Song looked at him, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, turned around and stepped forward: "Follow me!"
The two of them came outside the prison and looked in through the cell door, like tourists in the market selecting goods.
The woman in prison raised her head slightly, then lowered her head. They knew they were powerless to resist, so they just subconsciously tugged at the corners of their clothes, as if they were pitying the last bit of dignity.
The two of them walked a few places when the disciple who was coming up suddenly pointed at the door and said, "Brother, how is this girl?"
The disciple surnamed Song turned around and nodded repeatedly: "Junior brother's wisdom is indeed good. Bring her out, you and I will be happy together!"
As they spoke, the cell door was opened, the two of them walked in, and soon a woman was pulled out.
Although the woman's body is covered with stains, her clothes are gorgeous, her appearance is extraordinary, and her eyebrows are full of unyielding color.
The disciple surnamed Song stretched out his finger, touched the woman's chin, raised it slightly, and asked with a smile: "The beauty of the country is fragrant, the best in the world, do you know the name of the young lady?"
The woman glared angrily, hating that her cultivation level had been banned and unable to resist, but she still shouted coldly: "If you do evil, you will be punished by God sooner or later!"
"Hahaha," the disciple surnamed Song laughed, not hiding his animalistic gaze: "Junior brother really has a unique vision. This woman is so fierce, I really like it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes and tore them apart. The rags fell away, exposing the white jade fat around her waist. With another grab, the cloth fell in front of him, half exposed and half hidden the Butterfly Valley Xiangqiu.
"Okay, okay!" The disciple surnamed Song laughed repeatedly and kept approaching: "Let me see if the clothes on your body are as strong as your little mouth!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple behind him groaned and fell to the ground dead, with blood flowing from his neck.
The disciple surnamed Song frowned and couldn't help being shocked. He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who is it?"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared, his eyes widened, his head and body gradually separated, and they both fell to the ground.
The woman watched the two people die in front of her. Before she could panic, she was hugged by an arm and pulled behind a rock.
When she looked up, it was the person she often missed!
The one who took action was naturally Ye Ling, and the only one who could make him risk his life to rescue him was Qu Zhiyun.
Ye Ling lowered his head and saw the fragrant body covered by young clothes. When their eyes met, Jin quickly averted his eyes, not daring to look again.
Ye Ling took out an old Taoist robe from his jade ring, handed it to Qu Zhiyun and said, "Put it on first, I can't keep tilting my head like this."
Qu Zhiyun smiled when he heard this, and half of the haze immediately disappeared. After putting them on, the smell of the clothes made her feel slightly at ease.
Ye Ling then turned his head and said, "Do you know why they arrested these women?"
Qu Zhiyun said in a deep voice: "I only know that they are disciples of the Seven Emotions Sect and are responsible for taking care of us as a furnace for cultivation. I just don't know who is behind the scenes. Because the people who were taken away never came back. "
Ye Ling nodded and said: "Your father has been pardoned by the court and went to Liangzhou. Qu Zhiruo was also taken by a friend of mine to find him. As long as you are rescued, the family can be reunited."
Hearing this, Qu Zhiyun had tears in his eyes. I haven’t heard such good news in such a long time, how can I not be excited?
Ye Ling said: "After killing two people, we can't stay here for long. We have to leave quickly!"
"Can't we save the women here?" Qu Zhiyun looked moved and said anxiously: "They were also captured and bought under coercion. I'm afraid the only thing waiting for them is to be harvested until they die!"
Ye Ling looked back at her and did not answer, but was speechless at her innocent thoughts. It's not yet known whether the two of them can get out, so how can we talk about saving people?
However, Ye Ling suddenly had an idea and seemed to be unable to bear it. But he still gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, then I will save them. Whether I can succeed or not depends entirely on fate!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Ling immediately dodged to the prison, the wooden sword in his hand was sharp and the sword energy was lingering.
With a backhand, the prison door was cut off by the edge of the sword, and the iron rope was broken to escape.
All the women in the prison stood up. They were unable to react to the sudden change. They just looked at the open door with dull eyes.
Finally, with a woman shouting with joy, they ran away frantically and scattered in all directions.
For a time, tens of thousands of women fled out together, causing the entire valley to be shaken.
The guarding disciple in the room was the first to sense something strange, and rushed out before he could put on his clothes. However, he was shocked by the sight in front of him:
"What's going on? How could they escape!"
"We can't let them leave, hurry up and report to the elders!"
As he spoke, a disciple of the Lingxu Realm ignored his clothes and walked away towards the palace.
In the monastery, Wei Xunhuan was drinking tea and turned his eyes slightly to the outside of the room. He seemed to sense something and smiled: "It seems there is something lively to see!"
When Mo Luren heard this, he stood up and looked outside the house, frowning: "Something big has happened!"
These imprisoned women panicked and ran around in the valley. Many of them were recaptured by the disciples of the Seven Emotions Sect, and their hearts were filled with despair.
Behind the rock, Ye Ling said to Qu Zhiyun, "It's time to go."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Qu Zhiyun knocked away Ye Ling's outstretched hand and said with a scolding look on his face: "You are not saving them, you are relying on them to create chaos and then take the opportunity to escape, you are using them! "
Ye Ling nodded in disbelief and asked, "So what?"
Qu Zhiyun's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that these words came from Ye Ling's mouth, but the disappointment in his heart was extremely real.
Ye Ling didn't want to explain too much. If he could really save these women, he would never look back. But now, what he wants to do more is to make the scene in the valley public to the world.
"I promised your sister that I would take you out, and I will not break my promise."
"But you also promised me to save them!" Qu Zhiyun cried, hissing to retain the last bit of fantasy.
"I'm very sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ling struck a palm with his backhand, and the power shook into Qu Zhiyun's sea of consciousness, making her temporarily comatose, and then he carried her on his back and got up to escape.
The entire valley was in chaos. Several elders from the Seven Emotions Sect appeared and directed the disciples of the sect to capture the escaped woman. Most of these women are ordinary mortals, with no strength to restrain a chicken, and it is difficult to resist.
The renewed dash of hope may lead to despair, just like the light in their eyes.
Among the crowd, Ye Ling carried Qu Zhiyun on his back and moved forward carefully. At some point, he changed into the Taoist uniform of a Seven Emotions Sect disciple and planned to escape.
But not long after he walked out, he was stopped by an old man with a white beard and said: "You, go and report to the sect leader quickly, so that he can make a decision early!"
Ye Ling was shocked, but with a calm expression on his face, he quickly answered and left.
But the old man refused to give up: "What are you doing behind her back? Why don't you let her go!"
Ye Ling's heart was pounding, and his mind was racing. He said nonsensically: "This is the person who is going to be sent to the hall over there, so disciple..."
The old man followed Ye Ling's gaze and looked towards the Yin-Yang Hehe Hall. Sure enough, he didn't say anything more and just said: "Go back quickly!"
"Disciple, obey!"
Ye Ling kept walking and walked through the air, finally escaping, but the cold sweat on his back had not yet dried.
Naturally, he wouldn't report it to any sect leader and quickly escaped from the side road. When passing by the Yin Yang Hehe Hall, the Taoist rhyme was still exposed inside, and the suppressed Ye Ling did not dare to take a breath.
When he first arrived at the door, a gust of fragrant wind blew by, making Ye Ling feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. His sharp energy almost burst out and exposed his identity.
"I didn't expect that you and I would meet here, or did you follow me here on purpose?"
Waving the folding fan gently, Wei Xunhuan stood in front of Ye Ling, with a smile on his lips, as if he already knew everything.
Ye Ling's face darkened: "So you know I'm following you."
Wei Xunhuan took a gentle sniff and said with an intoxicated expression, "I only recognize the smell of women in this world. It's certainly impossible to identify a dirty clay sculpture like you. However, you seem to have the smell of the world's most beautiful women."
Ye Ling didn't answer. He couldn't waste time with Wei Xun and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Seeing Ye Ling's expression, Wei Xunhuan smiled and said, "You don't need to be nervous. I'm not here to stop you. I'm just here to tell you that there is a surprise in the hall behind you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Xunhuan suddenly flashed out of the way, his whole body was full of energy, and he hit a powerful wave of air with his palm, making Ye Ling unable to dodge, and pressed the wooden sword in front of him with his backhand.
But in the next moment, Wei Xunhuan appeared in front of Ye Ling and whispered something to him. With another palm strike, Ye Ling's whole body flew out, knocked open the door of Yin-Yang Hehe Hall, and fell inside.
Wei Xunhuan waved his sleeves and closed the palace door: "I wonder what kind of show you will make this time."
