Since the Emperor Huangfu was under house arrest and Zeng Jiuhe took office, there have been many paper-man Shikigamis folded from talisman paper with magical powers and magical methods in Wanxian Sect. These Shikigamis have different levels of cultivation, from half-step transformation to perfect foundation building, almost filling every corner of Wanxian Sect. They are also dark things that are obsessed with spying on others' privacy, but because these origami Shikigamis are all from the hands of the new Sect Master Zeng Jiuhe, all the elders and disciples have to swallow their anger and dare not speak out.

People who experienced the coup personally had to hold on to the regret of the palace. What they regretted was not that Huangfu Youyan, a soft-hearted and kind-hearted woman, was seized by Zeng Jiuhe, who was under house arrest, but that they felt that they had not gotten much of what they wanted from the pie, and were held power by Zeng Jiuhe, who was tough. Only their Zeng family was prosperous and the Huangfu family, which once dominated the trend, has now fallen.

The phoenix on the branches is now cheaper than the pheasant who fell into the grass.

The magnificent Wanxian Gate Hall, the once elegant and quiet interior decorations were removed from the sky, replaced with many lewd and frivolous ornaments, and even the walls of the hall engraved with Sanskrit in Sanskrit were replaced with authentic Chinese pictures of the Hehuan Sect. If ordinary monks with unstable concentration were not prepared in advance, they would fall into the illusion of confusion and love, and be domineering.

The old man with a thin figure but his eyebrows were overflowing with bright eyebrows and eyes sat in the hall, with gauze curtain hanging around it. Under the seat that looked like a dragon chaise, there were two exquisite sandalwood incense burners with green smoke. This sandalwood incense burner specializing in Wanxianmen was famous for a long time and was taken from the most essence of the thousand-year-old sandalwood wood heart in the primitive jungle forbidden area in Tiannan Prefecture. Often, a whole plant of sandalwood that is worth a city cannot match the material of a sandalwood incense burner.

The newly-in-controlled old man from Wanxian Sect said: If you are less than three thousand years old, you will not want it. This will make countless dedicated wood carving masters lose their heads, and make the value of these two sandalwood incense burners an unimaginable astronomical figure afterwards. Looking at the entire Jiuzhou Continent, only Wanxian Sect can consume such rare things.

The incense burned in the incense burner was a pure white treasure ambergris, a tribute offered by the Hai tribe and Wanxianmen many years ago. It was intercepted and kept by an old man who had not yet taken power. This ambergris, worth no less than two incense burners, was a total of four young women with extremely charming figures and only wore tulle gauze knelt beside the incense burner. The undulating backs were placed on the legs of the thin old man, and his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were burned with silver shovels.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath of ambergris, and let out a long breath. The breath of Shenyou Realm was ups and downs. His face seemed peaceful, but it was deeply hidden by the heat and desire. He hooked his foot on the woman's neck, and the woman, like a dog slave, crawled over with understanding, and was pulled over by the old man and his hair was roughly pressed under his crotch.

The woman who had long been accustomed to accepting her will serve the old man with her cherry mouth and was in full swing. The old man brought another woman with a beautiful and beautiful face. One hand reached into the woman's neckline and kneaded her freely, and the other hand was not idle. She swam to the woman's perky buttocks petals, not caring about the woman's feeling at all, and pinched many shocking bruises on the fat buttocks.

The ambergris and the female body fragrance in the hall were spread far away, and the guards outside the hall could clearly smell it, but no one dared to accuse the old man who was disrespectful to the old man in public to proclaim lust in public.

These covetable women are the proud daughters of the Huangfu family who were originally tall and arrogant. After they were in a slump in the Huangfu family, these women were either tempted or forced to become playthings under the crotch of the Zeng family's descendants, and there are also many of them who are willing to fall or become possessed by the power.

The woman treated with rough mouth and nose were splashed with white foam, her beautiful eyes were dull, and she was about to breathe. Zeng Jiuhe, who had no expression on her face, pulled the woman's hair, pulled a bright silk thread under her body and between the corners of her lips, and then threw the woman into the front door of the hall like a worn-out shoe. Soon several guards who were ecstatic and eccentric in the hall clasped their fists and stepped into the hall, carrying the poor woman who was not covered in clothes to the side courtyard where she was going to face more cruel and ruthless violence and humiliation.

This is a ridiculous tragedy that would never have happened when Huangfu Youyan was in power.

Zeng Jiuhe's face was as gloomy as water, and he was in a state of uneasiness in recent days.

It seems that when you reach the level of cultivation at the top of the pyramid of the human world like Shenyou Realm, the relationships and even opportunities between many things have vague trajectories and destinies. Predicting good and bad luck is an illusory magical power in the eyes of mortals. In the hands of real immortal figures, you cannot withstand a few finger calculations. With Shenyou Realm's cultivation, this behavior that is almost calculating the way of heaven has become less awesome.

Especially Zeng Jiuhe, who used many side doors and paths as stepping stones and knocked on a crack in the Shenyou Realm gate to peek into the scenery behind the door, predicting his fate has become the most indispensable event in his career in practicing Taoism and immortality. No matter how he cheated on the Immortal Dao Alliance, he actually knew that his path was not right and his foundation was not clean, and he dared not throw it away this "fortune-telling" straw.

In the past few days, he divined himself several times. The hexagram symbolized the uneasy volcanic journey at the beginning to the dragon traveling in the shallows and was trapped by the water where the shrimps play. He did not believe in evil, and he dived again, and the hexagram symbol obtained was already a water mountain that represents the increasingly dangerous situation.

He had always believed in the hexagram without doubt for the first time and was confused. The heavy pressure from the Immortal Dao Alliance, especially Qingyun Mountain, was already deceived by him by various means. Now the army of the Demon Realm stepped on the iron hoof to the south again. The Immortal Dao Alliance was already in a state of great trouble. He pretended to send some elders and elite disciples to the north to resist the invasion of foreign tribes. Qinglan, who had once been a brother and sister with Huangfu Youlian, could not get out of his way, and had to wait until the war was over before making a decision. Who else has the qualifications and ability to threaten him?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer, waiting for the war to end? This time it won't end.

He subconsciously used force on the woman's buttocks. The bruised woman was already trembling in pain on the fat buttocks. His hands shook for a moment, and the silver shovel in his hand accidentally ruined the ambergris. A few taels of spices that could buy a town were invalid.

The old man took a deep breath, took back his palms that were stained with the fragrance of the woman's body, and waved to the woman who was respected a few years ago, second only to Huangfu Youlian. The woman whose heart was filled with fear crawled over and shook her head to beg for mercy. Zeng Jiuhe pulled her hair and pressed it on the incense burner. The woman screamed in pain by the incense burner that was as hot as a soldering iron. After Zeng Jiuhe's dry palms slowly loosened, half of the woman's face, which was as beautiful as a flower, had completely disfigured.

There was a sudden sound of shocking the sky in the distance outside the hall gate. Soon, an origami shikigami rushed into the hall. After whispering quietly in Zeng Jiuhe's ear, he suddenly stood up in anger.
Chapter completed!