The songs of the demon beauties carried an indescribable allure, driving the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect almost to madness.
Just as they were about to pounce on Wei Qinghe, she teleported away.
The demon beauty didn't avoid it; she swayed her body seductively.
Unpleasant sounds also came out of their mouths in a muffled manner.
Wei Qinghe felt very uncomfortable all over her body, so she quickly cast a calming spell.
The demon beauty stroked the face of the Hehuan Sect disciple in front of her and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you, little beauty, to be so capable, still able to stay conscious."
She was clearly speaking, but the eerie singing didn't stop.
The fragrance of the mimosa flowers seemed to have become even stronger without us noticing.
This demon beauty was like a walking mimosa flower, constantly releasing her energy, as if she wanted to turn every place she went into a mimosa field.
The Hehuan Sect would be quite suitable for this. The demon beauty mentioned a furnace/cauldron earlier, but I wonder who the furnace/cauldron will be when they encounter a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
Wei Qinghe frowned and immediately threw several talismans at the demon beauty, her whip following suit.
"Your grandma has remained clear-headed the whole time. What are your little tricks compared to that?"
The mantra of purifying the mind goes through your mind again and again, so naturally nothing will be visible on the surface.
The more lucid she became, the more frustrated the demon beauty felt.
"No, this is impossible..."
She had no intention of getting entangled with the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, so she immediately struck out with her palm towards the talisman, while trying to grab the oncoming whip with her other hand.
Wei Qinghe pursed her lips; this was exactly what she wanted—for the demon beauty to accept the challenge.
Bang bang bang...
Several explosions rang out in succession, followed by the angry screams of the demon beauty.
The black mist below was still surging and the blinding silver light was still fluctuating.
It is clear that the battle below is still ongoing.
"You brat, how dare you!" The beautiful face of the demon race woman instantly lost all color, and one of her arms was blown off.
Her body was also bound by the Spirit Binding Lock. It turned out that the whip strike was just a feint; the real purpose was to bind her with the Spirit Binding Lock.
This spirit lock was the one the demonic cultivator used to bind her last time. Because she was ambushed by the True Lord Liuli and bled, the spirit lock was stained red, thus forming a contract with it.
The Spirit Binding Lock can bind not only immortal sects, but also other races.
The demon beauty struggled, but the more she struggled, the tighter the binding chains became.
The girl's voice was like a silver bell, "The last person who asked me how I dared to do it has now learned a lesson about whether I actually dare to do it or not."
Several talismans imbued with the Heart-Cleansing Technique flew out and struck the demon beauty steadily. The demon beauty let out a piercing wail, and the disruptive singing finally stopped at that moment.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were still going crazy, their clothes gradually disappearing, and a sword aura carrying the power of ice elements flew out forcefully from below.
The handsome figure, shielded by a protective barrier, swiftly moved to Wei Qinghe's side.
A strong arm quickly pulled Wei Qinghe into its embrace, and a faint scent of snow wafted over.
Without turning around, Wei Qinghe knew it was Daoist Fuyue.
The protective shield held the two of them perfectly, and Fuyue Daozun's expression changed drastically. He clearly sensed the unusual temperature of Wei Qinghe's body.
Hearing those blush-inducing voices again, what else didn't he understand?
A hand with distinct knuckles gently covered Wei Qinghe's clear eyes.
"Listen to me, don't look!" His magnetic voice trembled slightly.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were enveloped by his spiritual power and slammed upwards.
That damned succubus, using such a despicable mimosa flower on his little girl.
It turns out that the beautiful demon was actually a succubus; no wonder she smelled of mimosa flowers.
"Daoist Fuyue, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to make love to me?"
Sensing the angry gaze of Daoist Fuyue, the succubus was terrified, but she still maintained her seductive demeanor.
The Daoist Master Fuyue has already come up from below, which means that the attempt below failed.
If she could seduce Daoist Fuyue, her life would be worthwhile.
If Daoist Fuyue were to release her now, that would be the best outcome.
"Disgusting!" The ice sword conjured dozens of sword energies behind Daoist Fuyue, the sword energies trembling slightly in the void as if venting their master's anger.
whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The sword energy surged forth, and the succubus glared in terror and anger.
"No!"
At the critical moment, an extremely powerful demonic aura shot out from below.
The demonic energy blocked the sword energy, which continued forward, resulting in a brief sawtooth battle between the two sides.
The moment the demonic energy was shattered, the succubus vanished without a trace.
Wei Qinghe couldn't see anything, and the anger that she had suppressed with the Mind-Clearing Technique was instantly aroused.
Especially where her back was against Daoist Fuyue's chest, she could almost feel Daoist Fuyue's strong heartbeat.
The faint scent of snow seemed alluring; she couldn't get enough of it and wanted more.
"How are you feeling? I'm not feeling well."
Mingming wanted to leave Fuyue Daozun's embrace, but found that the power in her body seemed to have been suddenly drained.
Her legs went weak, and she pressed herself even closer to Daoist Fuyue.
Fuyue Daozun tightened his embrace, knowing that the mimosa flower was working on Wei Qinghe.
The fact that Wei Qinghe was able to bind the demon despite the chaos caused by the Hehuan Sect disciples shows that she had been trying her best to restrain herself.
The longer I spend with the succubus, the more severe the mimosa flower attack becomes. The mimosa flower attack is not just an aura attack; if you stay in one place without prior preparation, you will be affected. Now I can't bear it anymore.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you back to the village right away."
Fuyue Daozun's face flushed slightly. He quickly bent down, picked the person up, and swiftly flew away on his sword, heading straight for the village.
Holding Wei Qinghe in his arms, she felt as if she were floating on clouds. Her whole body was burning hot, and large beads of sweat kept sliding down her face. Her beautiful little face was even more adorably red.
She felt cool when she was close to Fuyue Daozun, and suddenly she raised her arm and hooked it around the back of Fuyue Daozun's neck.
Fuyue Daozun's body trembled. He knew everything in his heart, yet he was somewhat bewildered. The sword beneath his feet jerked and he almost fell off.
"Daoist Fuyue!" The disciple who stayed behind saw Daoist Fuyue carrying Wei Qinghe back and went forward with concern. However, before he could see Wei Qinghe's condition clearly, Daoist Fuyue carried her into the bedroom next door.
“The disciples of the Hehuan Sect are at the village entrance. Go and rescue them.”
Upon hearing this, the disciples rushed to rescue the Hehuan Sect disciples, while also worrying about Wei Qinghe.
"Qinghe, don't move around." Daoist Fuyue looked around the bedroom, frowned in displeasure, and then took out a soft couch from his Qiankun bag before carefully placing the person on it.
Wei Qinghe's arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, and she didn't let go at all, instead pulling him even closer.
The faint, unique floral fragrance emanating from the girl made his breathing quicken.
Their noses touched, and Daoist Fuyue's mind went blank.
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