Ode to the Divine Goddess

"Okay, let's go arrange the spies and do as you say." Zhao De Zhenjun was extremely excited, and seemed to be in no hurry to wait any longer. He hurriedly dragged Pei Yuanwai, who was carrying a big belly, out of the hall. 

"Could it be that Shen Pan is really willing to be insulted by others?" 

Zhao Qi's eyes were red as he watched the two people leave with laughter. He felt extremely bitter in his heart: "No, I must find out the truth. If they dare to act rashly, I will shoot them dead. Even if I die on the spot, I can't let them succeed in their evil plan." 

Zhao Qimeng wanted to stand up and chase after her with his gun in hand, but he hesitated as he took a step forward. He stepped sideways and broke a jade-white floor tile into pieces: "No, I am a worthless person, so I don't mind dying. But if I die, what will happen to my poor Yun'er?" 

When he thought of how he had shot and killed the two in a rage and then been killed by the people in the temple, and how Yun Yun, who was forced to come here by him, had been implicated by his recklessness and had suffered the disaster of being imprisoned in a deep dungeon by the people in the temple, and had been raped and abused for the rest of her life, his heart trembled, and he secretly said in his heart: "No, I once said that I would protect her for the rest of my life, and I must not let such a thing happen to her a second time." 

"If you move forward, you will be surrounded by dangers; if you do not move forward or backward, you will be in a 50-50 situation..." 

Zhao Qi was in a dilemma. He knew that in this world, besides absolute force, the only thing that could make people submit was absolute power. If he could gain a foothold in the temple with this identity, he could do what he wanted and protect the people he needed to protect. 

Zhao Qi was a man who was determined to kill. He had made up his mind quickly. He knew that with only the two guns on him, he could not stir up any waves. At most, he could only kill a few more people, which was not enough to change anything. The temple had stood for thousands of years and had its own way of existence. Even the goddess Zhan Tai, who had killed countless people and controlled the world, could not touch its foundation and could only sacrifice herself to save it. It was conceivable how terrifying this temple was. If Zhao De II died, perhaps Zhao De III or IV, who was even more fierce and cruel than him, would pop up immediately. If he wanted to gain a firm foothold in this world, he had to climb high enough and be strong enough to defend and protect the people he wanted to protect. 

Strength is supreme, and the strong are respected. This is the eternal and unchanging supreme law of nature. Zhao Qi has been wandering overseas for many years, so he naturally understands this truth. 

"I'll just bear with it for now. I won't be so passive every time." Zhao Qi clenched his fists and watched the two figures gradually disappear in front of him. 

"Under the guidance of my profound energy, you are able to remain calm and eliminate the obsession in your heart. It seems that the Buddha of Discipline has really accepted a good disciple!" 

Suddenly, a long sigh sounded beside Zhao Qi's ears, and a thin, straight, octogenarian old man appeared from the darkness. 

"Senior Cang Wu!" 

Zhao Qi saw Cang Wu's old face hidden in the darkness and was shocked: "When did he come? I didn't even notice it." 

When he thought about how he had almost shot the future successor of the temple right under his nose, he felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but reach out and quietly tighten his sniper rifle in his hand, waiting for Cang Wu to suddenly attack. 

Zhao Qi thought to himself, "This guy comes and goes without a trace, and his profound skills are unfathomable. He is really too cunning." 

"Haha, Your Excellency, if you have done nothing wrong, why do you have to be on guard against me? It is common for young people to be jealous of each other. If it is harmless, I will just turn a blind eye." 

I don't know whether he underestimated the power of Zhao Qi's gun, or he was confident, Cang Wu laughed, completely ignoring Zhao Qi's vigilance, waved his sleeves and walked out slowly from the dark: "I haven't seen you for many days, Shen Pan's figure has grown so well, it seems that the young master is blessed tonight." 

"Senior, you saw everything I did just now. Are you sure you are not here to ask me for trouble?" Zhao Qi stared at Cang Wu's movements in front of him, and his guard did not decrease at all. 

"Hey, what crime have you committed? Your Excellency is a disciple of the Great Buddha of the Mahavira Temple. How dare I question you?" 

Cang Wu laughed loudly and said, "Besides, these trivial matters don't matter. Even if you really hurt Young Master Zhaode, I don't think the old Palace Master will punish you for it. After all, our two families have united the world, and we still need to support each other." 

"How did you know, senior, that if I took action, I would definitely injure Young Master Zhaode?" 

Zhao Qi seemed to have heard the hidden meaning in Cang Wu's words. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cang Wu with a cold gaze: "Senior, are you sure that the old hall master will not blame me for this?" 

"Oh, is this your own idea?" At this moment, Cang Wu's old face showed an extremely wonderful expression: "Your Excellency is so courageous!" 

"Thank you for your compliment, senior." 

In an instant, a strong wind rushed up into the sky in the huge temple, and the two men stood upright, their momentum soaring. 

"You have lofty ambitions, but I misjudged you." The two stared at each other for a long time, and suddenly Cang Wu spoke first: "Perhaps it was a wrong decision for me to lead you to the temple!" 

"It's not too late to regret now." Zhao Qi held the gun tightly in his hand and said slowly. 

"I act in a domineering manner, and the word regret is not in my dictionary of life." Cang Wu raised his head and laughed loudly, "Cang Wu, the eighteenth generation disciple of Lingyun Hall of Zuowang Peak, invites the Venerable to enter the hall." 

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The lights in the spacious corridor of Lingyun Hall were dim, and it was difficult to distinguish east from west. When Zhao Qigang entered the hall, he suddenly felt a strange chill covering his face. He was so cold that his heart shuddered. He wondered, "This Lingyun Hall is the main hall of the temple. It should be magnificent and brightly lit. Why do I feel that it is so cold as soon as I come in, and it doesn't feel like a place for living people to live?" 

Zhao Qibing was confused and glanced at Cang Wu beside him. 

Cang Wu seemed to sense Zhao Qi's mind, and smiled faintly, saying: "The old hall master's whole body of profound skills has reached the extreme, and the profound energy around the body is radiating. It is normal for you to feel cold now." 

"Oh, so that's how it is." 

Zhao Qi felt relieved after listening to Cang Wu's explanation, but he still felt something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only follow Cang Wu's footsteps and move forward quickly. 

The hall was pitch black. Zhao Qi walked in the hall for a while, and suddenly he felt a strong force coming from all directions, pressing down on him out of nowhere. 

This force was so powerful that it actually entered Zhao Qi's limbs and bones. Zhao Qi was shocked and before he could react, he heard Cang Wu beside him bow and say, "Old Palace Master, the person has been brought here." 

"Old Palace Master? Where is he?" Zhao Qi was almost suffocated by the power that appeared out of nowhere. He opened his eyes and panted in the darkness to find the figure of the old Palace Master that Cang Wu mentioned. 

But no matter where he looked, everything he saw was a dark mass, and he couldn't tell anything at all. 

Just when Zhao Qi thought he was being plotted against and was about to grab his gun and run away, his eyes suddenly lit up and the surrounding scenery gradually appeared. 

I saw a thin old man standing in front of me with his hands behind his back, under the illumination of a few bright green lights at the front of the palace. 

The old man was wearing a pale white robe, and he was pale and thin. His entire face, with his chest as the radius, was shrouded in a hazy black air. The air around him was distorted and changing constantly, so he couldn't see his real face clearly. He could only see a pair of bright eyes looking at him from the black air. 

The gaze in the old man's eyes was as bright as starlight, and as piercing as an arrow, Zhao Qifu felt a shock all over his body as soon as he met the old man's gaze, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly rippled. 

Suddenly, Zhao Qi lost his mind, and the thoughts in his mind surged out as if out of control. 

The faces of his parents who died in a car accident, the commendation for his hard training in the camp, the forced exodus overseas due to a manslaughter during a mission, the emergence of his talents in the intrigues with overseas drug lords, and so on, scenes that Zhao Qi would never forget in his life, appeared in his mind one by one. 

Gradually, Zhao Qi didn't know how long he had been thinking. His mind gradually returned to clarity. He suddenly felt that the invisible energy in his body had dissipated completely. He only heard an ancient and old voice sighing in his ear: "Young man, you are a foreigner, why are you here?" 

Zhao Qi's mind returned to its original state. Without the old man's force, he felt relaxed all over and almost fell to the ground. At the same time, he heard the old man's voice asking questions, and then he suddenly realized that he seemed to have had a bizarre dream. In the dream, he followed the original life trajectory, encountered opportunities, and replayed all kinds of ups and downs, narrow escapes from death, from birth to now. And this dream seemed to be watched by the old man's eyes exposed in the black air, without any reservation. 

"This... this is simply too unbelievable, could this person be the old master of the temple that controls the nine continents of Shenzhou?" 

Zhao Qi was shocked and almost suspected that the old man in front of him was a golden immortal who came down from heaven, thinking what others think, with a broad mind and omnipotent. 

Zhao Qi knew that it was useless to hide his true feelings, so he simply said, "Since you already know, do you still need to ask me?" 

"Very good, since you have the guts to pretend to be a disciple of the Great Buddha, then I can add fuel to the fire. How about you choose one of the four venerable positions in this temple?" 

Shen Nian's face was hidden in a cloud of black air, and no expression could be seen. He waved his sleeves, showing a round token in his palm that was as red as fire, and said, "I have a rebirth token in my hand. There are only a few people in such a large temple who have this token. It can determine a person's soul and life and death on behalf of the temple. I wonder if you dare to accept it." 

"Well, since the old palace master thinks highly of me, why not accept this token?" 

Zhao Qi knew that he had no chance to resist this old man who was as powerful as a ghost, especially after his most secret past was exposed. He simply made up his mind, stepped forward, and said, "I am a true monk who follows the precepts of the Great Buddha of Daxiong Temple. I am willing to die for the temple!" 

"There is a side temple in the mountains under my control called 'Divine Punishment'. From now on, you will take this order of rebirth and enter this temple on my behalf. You will be in charge of the punishment of a mountain and cut off the splendor of a peak!" 

Zhao Qi nodded without hesitation and took the red token. 

The old voice of Shen Nian, without any emotion, sounded again: "Young man, please remember, from this moment on, you are the direct descendant monk of the Great Buddha of Discipline, and also the master of the temple. If one day you lose one of these two identities, then you will go back to where you came from." 

"It's the Palace Master!" 

Zhao Qi suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "You old monster, if that day really comes, I will take my little Pan'er and my precious Yun'er and run away without waiting for you to come find me." 

"You can get familiar with this temple in the next few days. If you have any questions, you can ask Cang Wu." 

"yes!" 

Zhao Qi heard the intention of sending the guests away from the divine thought, and he was eager to leave this gloomy and terrifying place as soon as possible. He stood up and bowed, saying: "I will take my leave!" 

After saying this, he took a deep breath and quickly strode out of the temple. 

But Zhao Qi didn't know that as soon as he left, another figure suddenly walked out of the darkness beside his mind. This person was wearing a fluttering gray robe and had gray eyebrows. It was Cang Wu who had just brought Zhao Qi into the hall. He just bowed and said, "Old Hall Master, since this person is not a true monk of the Great Buddha of Discipline, why don't you let me deal with him? Why let this person go freely and give him the position of a peak venerable!" 

The old voice of Shen Nian said: "Although this person is not a direct disciple of the True Monk of Discipline, he is an outsider who believes in cause and effect. If I rashly kill him, there will definitely be a heavenly calamity as retribution." 

"Outlaws?" Cang Wu frowned, "Please help me solve this puzzle, old master." 

"You are already old, have you forgotten the evildoer who appeared in the homeland of Shenzhou of our Daqing Dynasty four hundred years ago?" 

"It's her..." Cang Wu's old face was filled with shock, "This doesn't make sense. Didn't our ancestors kill that person..." 

"Not entirely." The divine mind interrupted, "This person is definitely not that person's direct descendant. If not, I would have already crushed his bones and scattered his ashes to offer sacrifice to the tens of thousands of heroic ancestors of the Daqing Dynasty." 

"But this person's background is indeed extraordinary. Even with my Nine Dragons Qi-gazing Technique, I still cannot tell the depth of his background." 

The dense black aura on the divine face began to roll violently: "Seeing this person, I can even vaguely feel that in a few years, this person will destroy the Taoist tradition passed down by my ancestors." 

"Your subordinates deserve to die!" 

Upon hearing this, Cang Wu immediately knelt down and apologized: "Please punish me, old master. It was because I wanted to show off my achievements that I brought this man into the temple... Please give me instructions, old master. I will kill this man even if I have to sacrifice my life." 

"No!" 

Shenmian shook his head and said, "This outsider's fate has not yet ended. If you act rashly, no matter what, even if I can respond to the will of heaven in this life, my descendants in the next life will never be able to escape this disaster." 

"This is a crime that will last for eternity and Cang Wu deserves death." Cang Wu's thin body crawled on the ground: "What should I do? Please tell me, old palace master." 

"Everything is in the hands of fate." 

With a flick of his sleeves, he lifted up Cang Wu's body and said, "Don't be alarmed, Right Servant. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is clear, change is always possible. Now that the person who is destined to be calamity has appeared before us, why should we be afraid of not being able to find a way to resolve it? We only need to add fuel to the fire behind this person and push him to a high position. However, the way of heaven is cyclical, and what goes up must come down. When his karma is entangled and his luck is broken, killing him will be as easy as a pig or a dog." 

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The sky is as dark as ink, the stars are dim, and the moon hangs alone in the sky like a silver hook. 

A chilly spring breeze blew across Zhao Qi's handsome and resolute face. Zhao Qi, who had just walked out of the temple, couldn't help but shudder. He thought to himself, "This damn old monster is really not a human. His magic is so terrifying. If he wanted to kill me just now, I'm afraid that even if I had a gun in my hand, I wouldn't have had a chance to fight back." 

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi couldn't help but feel scared. He was thankful but also suspicious. "If that person saw through my trick, why didn't he just kill me? Could it be that my disguised identity was beneficial to him?" 

Zhao Qi frowned and thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out. He simply stopped thinking about it and wiped the sweat on his forehead due to nervousness: "No matter what, he won't kill me, then at least it proves that my existence is of some use to him at present. I am still safe for the time being. I will just act carefully according to his wishes." 

While thinking, Zhao Qi looked up at the sky. He suddenly realized that the stars in the sky were dim and the time must have passed more than four o'clock. 

Zhao Qi cursed inwardly, "Damn it! I just spent so much time fighting with that old monster in the temple, and now I've delayed the most important thing." 

When he thought of the young master Zhao De and Pei Fang, the master and servant, who were naked and fat with their fat bodies, having sex with the goddess Yang Shen Pan, whom he had been thinking about day and night, in the bedroom of the temple, he felt annoyed. Driven by strong desires, he could no longer bear it and walked into the temple. 

Now that he was freed from the charge of pretending to be a venerable, he was no longer afraid. He put all his strength into his feet and rushed along the way. If he encountered any obstacles along the way, he would take out the venerable token and force them to pass. When the guards along the way saw the token in Zhao Qi's hand, they naturally avoided him and dared not stop him. 

The power of the Rebirth Order was great. With its help, Zhao Qi quickly found out the location of Yang Shenpan's bedroom. He walked quickly and in just half an hour, he had walked through most of the maze-like hallway and arrived at the main entrance of the bedroom. 

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the sky in the east was gradually getting brighter. Zhao Qi took cover in the dim sky and found a place to hide in the flowers. Through the gaps between some unknown weeds, Zhao Qi could vaguely see a candlelight flickering slowly in the gauze of the carefully carved red wood curtain platform at the entrance of Yang Shenpan's bedroom. Along with the slight shaking of the wall inside the window, it was obvious that a fierce battle was going on inside the window. 

In the middle of the palace gate, there were a group of soldiers holding halberds gathered at the door in groups of three or five. 

Zhao Qi looked closely and found that these soldiers and guards did not fulfill their patrol duties faithfully. Instead, they stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to peek through the tiny gap in the door in front of the palace. 

From Zhao Qi's angle, he could see that most of these soldiers had already taken off their pants, and were looking inside while cursing and panting, stroking their genitals, and masturbating collectively. 

"If it were modern times, these fools would be kicked out of the military camp if they dared to do such a thing." 

Zhao Qi couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this. He was both angry and amused, but he was sighing in his heart: "Oh, it's over. Looking at this situation, Shen Pan must have been fucked several times by those two in there." 

"What on earth are these two capable of to be able to ejaculate inside the goddess in my heart?" Zhao Qi was somewhat dejected, and even began to envy the young master Zhao De and Pei Fang in the palace. 

Just when Zhao Qi was filled with anger and hatred, he suddenly saw a scarred man wearing a red tasseled helmet slip out from the crack of the door. As soon as he slipped out, a group of soldiers who were shooting pistols rushed forward and asked one after another: "How is it, Scar Brother, we can't see clearly from outside the door, we can only get a general idea, tell us brothers about the battle situation inside, did that idiot master Pei Pangzi break the little girl Pan's long legs, if so, how many times did he shoot, tell us quickly." 

"The guys inside are at it again." 

The scarred man who slipped out of the door swallowed his saliva and panted, saying: "This Fatty Pei is really a bull in heat. This son of a bitch just fucked Miss Pan'er's tender little thing, and in less than half an incense stick of time, his penis is hard again. Now, the bastard is holding Miss Pan'er's long legs apart and fucking her again and again." 

"Really? What did he do this time? Oh my god, I really don't know what's wrong with Master Zhaode. Miss Pan'er, such a great beauty, actually let that bastard grandson of Fatty Pei play with her for nothing." 

One of the soldiers, a tall and thin man, stroked his penis and said with dissatisfaction. 

"Who says it's not true? Fatty Pei is just a piece of fat and has no martial arts skills. He is far inferior to us brothers." 

The scarred man sighed and said, "That Fatty Pei's ass is too big so I can't see where he got it, but I heard that Fatty Pei just got it in and he let out a groan of pleasure, took a breath, and howled like a motherfucker! Do you want to know what Fatty Pei said when he got so excited?" 

"Damn it, Scarface Boss, stop keeping us in suspense. What are you talking about? Tell us now!" The soldiers were all eager to ask with red eyes. 

"That Fatty Pei only said two words, 'It's so tight'——!" 

The scarred soldier raised two fingers mysteriously and said, "As soon as he said these two words, this bastard started to raise his big fat ass and used his hands to bend the long legs of the little girl Pan'er and fuck her on the bed with loud noises." 

Hearing this, there were a few "hiss" sounds of people sucking in cold air. It turned out that a few soldiers with weak willpower heard the excitement and masturbated too much, without holding back their semen, and just ejaculated while masturbating. 

After the soldiers burst into laughter, they immediately heard the group of soldiers who were holding their penises like wolves and tigers and panting and asking: "Keep going, keep going, scar-faced brother, don't stop, tell us quickly, did that little girl Yang Shenpan suck the penis and swallow the semen for Young Master Zhaode?" 

"Hey guys, you really came to the right person to ask me this question." 

The scarred soldier said excitedly: "Just when I was groping in, guess what I saw?" 

The scarred soldier paused, and continued to speak in the extremely expectant and hungry eyes of the crowd: "My goodness, the first thing I saw through the screen window was that Yang Shenpan, the tender girl, was lying on the bed with her buttocks raised, while the fat man Pei behind her pressed her incredibly soft waist and fucked her, and she kept moaning, while she raised her delicate little face and opened her mouth to suck the cock of the young master Zhaode and swallow his semen." 

"Scarface, please don't talk nonsense, is this true?" 

"Hey, I saw it with my own eyes, I can't fool you." The scarred soldier cursed and said, "If I'm lying, I'll give you this pair of eyes." 

"Okay, okay, big brother, I was wrong, scar-faced big brother, please continue!" The thin soldier who had just spoken looked at the hostile looks cast at him by the crowd, and immediately gave in, and said with a straight face. 

"Hmph, you're smart!" The scarred soldier crossed his arms across his chest and said, "Then I'll continue." 

"Okay, keep going." The excited soldiers urged. 

"Everyone, don't look at that little Pan girl sucking Master Zhaode's dick. She was at the climax, and I can see that she doesn't seem to be very happy," the scarred man looked back at the temple gate and whispered to the soldiers, "Here, I want to say something unpleasant, but don't tell me. Master Zhaode is just a silver gun wax head, and he shot all of it out after being sucked a few times by little Pan girl. It's really useless." 

But at the moment, everyone seemed to have no interest in the sexual ability of Master Zhaode. Instead, they were all excited as if they had eaten firecrackers, and asked again and again: "Hey, Scarface, don't keep us in suspense. Did Yang Shenpan swallow Master Zhaode's semen in the end?" 

"Of course I swallowed it." 

The scarred man touched his crotch, closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene in his mind: "I secretly counted, Yang Shenpan was fucked so hard that she groaned, closed her eyes and swallowed the big cock of Master Zhaode in small sips, but she only swallowed three mouthfuls of thick semen, and the arrogant little girl seemed to have recovered, opened her eyes, and slapped the sickly Master Zhaode off the bed." 

When the scarred man said this, more soldiers and guards roared in low voices, stroking their crotches and shooting all their descendants onto the wall, as if the one sucking their dicks and swallowing their semen was Yang Shenpan. The scene was really spectacular. 

Everyone ejaculated to their climax, and their semen flew everywhere. The scarred man standing in the front, wearing armor, was sprayed with so much hot semen that he could not help but get angry. He grabbed one of the soldiers who had just ejaculated and cursed: "Damn it, you stupid ass, don't spray that dirty stuff everywhere, it will stain my clothes, or I will cut off your sack of balls." 

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, don't blame me, Scarface brother, you said it so well, how can I bear it." 

The thin man pulled up his pants and said with a smile: "Brothers, there is no fun here. Watching the beautiful Yang Shenpan in the palace being fucked non-stop with her long legs spread apart, we brothers dare say that there is no one who has not secretly jerk her off three or five times outside." 

As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and touch his crotch, but it was as if he had touched a painful spot and he howled miserably, "I've been stroking for several hours straight, my skin is almost peeling off, and the damn Fatty Pei hasn't even finished fucking me yet." 

As if to respond to the words of the skinny man, more people started to make noises, and some even threw away their weapons and laughed obscenely: "Brother Scarface, don't just enjoy yourself. Why don't you sneak in with us to broaden our horizons? We all want to see how the little goddess Yang Shenpan is spread open and fucked?" 

"Go away, go away, you can't stand it anymore, go and play with yourself, do you think your life is not long enough?" 

The scarred soldier kicked over a soldier who was crouching and trying to sneak into the palace, and cursed: "Fuck you, I'm talking to you, kid, move! Have you forgotten the rules of the temple? What will happen if you trespass into the temple?" 

The soldier was so frightened when he heard that that he quickly begged for mercy: "Brother Scarface, I ejaculated too much just now, and my legs are weak... my legs are weak..." 

"Your legs are weak, your mother's balls." 

The scarred soldier rolled his eyes, kicked away several soldiers who were eager to try, and cursed: "You idiots, some of you are stroking them and still want to go further, why don't you take a piss and look at your own moral character, that beautiful little goddess who looks like a fairy is being fucked, is it something you idiots can see, go away, stop looking for trouble, all of you get out of here and go on patrol." 

The scarred guard was usually very powerful. At this moment, he shouted loudly, and the guards dared not say anything. They picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and scattered in groups of three or five. In less than a moment, there was only a slippery pool of semen on the ground at the entrance of the huge palace. 

"This bunch of cowards." 

The scarred soldier watched the crowd disperse, touched his still erect crotch, and cursed inwardly: "Why is it that Fatty Pei is fucking that little girl Yang Shenpan in there and making her cum again and again, while I have to stand guard for him outside!" 

The scarred soldier said this, and took a glance at the half-open door of the palace, and immediately had lustful thoughts in his heart: "No! I'd rather cut off my life than touch it and take a look." 

The scarred guard wanted to sneak in, but before he could move, he felt a numbness on the back of his neck, and then his eyes went dark, and then he lost consciousness. 

Zhao Qi caught the scarred guard's sturdy body and dragged him into the corner of the bushes. He had just heard the guards secretly masturbating in front of the palace door while discussing how Yang Shenpan and Master Pei Fangzhaode were having sex. He felt like a bottle of bitterness had been overturned. He couldn't believe that the goddess in his mind would be so open-minded. She allowed these two men to penetrate her and ejaculate inside her several times. 

Zhao Qi was so annoyed by the shock of his thoughts that he looked up and saw the scarred man leading the group of his soldiers waving his hands to drive away his guards. His eyes lit up immediately and he saw an opportunity. He arched his body like a mountain leopard with full strength, and rushed to the scarred soldier in a flash. He swung his hand and chopped the scarred soldier with a powerful blow, knocking him unconscious. 

After dragging the unconscious body of the scarred soldier into the bushes nearby and hiding him, Zhao Qi looked around and made sure that there was no one around. Then he crouched down and gathered his strength, took another leap, and quickly flashed into the bedroom. 

The palace was brightly lit and filled with fragrance, which was like two completely different worlds compared to the cold and dark outside world. 

As soon as Zhao Qi stepped into the palace, before he could see the layout of the palace clearly, he heard the very pleasant low panting and moaning sounds of a woman. 

This voice sounded so familiar to Zhao Qi. Who else could it be but Yang Shenpan, the quiet woman in white clothes who had haunted his mind day and night? 

"Shen Pan... are you really here..." Zhao Qi felt dizzy. Although he had heard many times before that Yang Shen Pan was stripped of her clothes and socks, and was held down on the bed by her long legs and raped, he only heard about it. He had never seen it in person, and he still had some obsession in his heart. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that the pure and elegant woman in white clothes in his mind, who was not worldly, would really be treated as cheaply as others said. 

This can't be true... 

This was the first thought that came to Zhao Qi's mind after he heard the sound. Just as Zhao Qi gritted his teeth and was in a state of conflict, there was an extremely powerful "pa pa pa pa pa" sound of flesh colliding, which cruelly shattered Zhao Qi's fantasy. 

"It can't be wrong... It can't be wrong... This is the sound of someone fucking... Pei Fang, that old bastard, is fucking Xiao Pan'er's little pussy..." Zhao Qi's heart skipped a beat, as if a mirror carrying beautiful memories and fantasies had been shattered, and he felt inexplicably heartbroken. 

Zhao Qi was filled with hatred. With his red eyes, he looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a large and simple screen made of gold-threaded mahogany, less than ten feet away in front of him. The screen was covered with gauze, about ten feet high, and stretched across both ends. With the two candlelights swaying slightly in front of the palace window, he could vaguely hear the heavy breathing of the people fighting fiercely inside. 

"That Fatty Pei is already fucking Xiao Pan'er's pussy...?" 

At this moment, Zhao Qi seemed to be possessed by a demon. Driven by the strong desire in his heart, he could no longer bear it. He took a step forward and secretly walked forward, and with trembling hands, he opened the door of desire full of tangled pain. 

The screen moved slightly, and the curtains opened. Zhao Qi's sight was freed, and he immediately looked inside the screen impatiently. What caught his eye in the room was a huge red sandalwood incense tent. Around the tent were two stone tripods about half a person's height. White steam rose from the canopy of the tripods, and smoke surrounded them. Wisps of milky white mist emanated from them, as if they were moving rhythmically. 

They all swirled around the scented tent, condensing into a vortex. At first glance, it really looked like a fairyland of clouds and mist, both illusory and real. 

Zhao Qi was dazzled at the sight, but before he could express any emotion, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a rhythmic sound that was extremely inconsistent with the beautiful scenery. 

But inside the huge red sandalwood curtain in the room, someone seemed to be doing a series of violent and vigorous piston movements. The rapid and pleasant "pa pa pa pa" sounds shook the huge purple bed curtain up and down. 

From the angle Zhao Qi was standing at, he could clearly see a pair of tender white legs with toes stretched out from the half-open scented tent. 

At this moment, the person in the scented tent was shaking from side to side with the exposed buttocks of the person in the scented tent moving passionately. 

The five delicate and tender little toes on the little girl are slightly curled up, and it is obvious that the owner has been extremely happy. 

"It's Xiao Pan'er... Xiao Pan'er is not only being fucked inside, but she is also enjoying it very much when being fucked by that Fatty Pei..." 

Zhao Qi stared at everything that happened in front of him in amazement, and his heart was in agony. He could not imagine why the fairy in his dream, who seemed like a fallen immortal, would degenerate into having sex in bed with the fat man in front of him who looked like a worm and was much older than her. 

"Is it just for the desire of the flesh?" Zhao Qi shook his head vigorously to drive this ridiculous thought out of his mind. 

Zhao Qi looked down slightly and saw the plain clothes neatly packed by the mortal fairy. 

"Did Xiao Pan'er already know that she would have sex with this master and servant tonight, so she took off all her clothes on her own initiative and let them fuck her?" 

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi felt a pain in his heart. He looked over and saw two small and exquisite white embroidered shoes neatly placed on the ground under the bed. A simple six-foot-long iron sword was placed horizontally on it. On the side of the sword, there were neatly folded women's clothes. From the neatly folded corners of the clothes, one could tell how kind and gentle the owner of the clothes was. 

But at this moment, Zhao Qi was in no mood to admire Yang Shenpan's peaceful temperament. He just stared with wide eyes at the two wet, wrinkled and rolled white jade stockings thrown aside under the bed curtain. 

"The liquid on the socks is the semen shot on them by a man..." Zhao Qi glanced at the ancient long sword on the clothes on the ground and recognized the owner of the clothes at a glance. When he saw the two white silk socks that were thrown aside, wrinkled and full of semen, he felt extremely distressed. He really couldn't imagine how these two silk socks were casually peeled off from Yang Shenpan's two white and tender feet by Fatty Pei's fat hands. 

"The soles of little Pan'er's feet are so delicate, it must be very pleasant for that fat guy Pei to hold them under his crotch and play with them..." 

Zhao Qi was so fascinated that he couldn't resist the temptation and a small tent was erected in his crotch. 

Just when Zhao Qi was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly heard the characteristic obscene voice of Fatty Pei inside the bed curtains, laughing: "Tsk tsk, little Pan'er! It's been a long time since we last did it, but I didn't expect that your long legs are still so exciting to play with. It feels so good to squeeze you, I just inserted it a few times and I can't hold it anymore!" 

As Fatty Pei was talking, his piston-like lower body seemed to have touched a very soft spot on the beautiful woman's crotch. He couldn't help but let out a "hiss" and took a breath of cold air. His fat body began to thrust into the tender part under him at an even faster speed. 

I heard the fat man Pei gasping for air and saying, "Little Pan'er, I fucked you all night. In order to make you happy, I have already shot more than six or seven times. Now that you are enjoying it, why don't you lower yourself and repay me? Let me also taste the bliss of having my cum shot inside you!" 

Zhao Qi, who was immersed in his fantasy, suddenly woke up after hearing this. He was extremely angry and his eyes looked like he wanted to swallow people. "This Fatty Pei is really shameless. You have fucked Xiao Pan'er's little pussy for so long, but you are still not satisfied. You even want to play unprotected creampie with Xiao Pan... You don't even look at your ugly character in the mirror. You really deserve to be cut into pieces!" 

Zhao Qi was thinking this in his mind, but he had another expectation in his head: "Xiao Pan'er shouldn't agree to him. After all, this is in ancient times, and there are no corresponding protective measures such as condoms. If I'm not careful and let that fat guy Pei's hot and thick semen shoot into my vagina, it's really easy to get pregnant!" 

As Zhao Qi waited anxiously, he heard Yang Shenpan's pleasant and moving female voice with a slight pant from inside the bed curtains: "Mr. Pei, we have had intercourse here more than once or twice. You know my character very well. If you want to ejaculate, just ejaculate inside me. No need to say anything more to me!" 

Yang Shenpan's words seemed to be light and indifferent, but to Zhao Qi they sounded like thunder in a clear sky. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he almost dropped the gun in his hand! 

"Oh my God... How could this happen... How could Xiao Paner agree to that wretched fat man's shameless request for creampie... This is in ancient times... Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant if you mess around like this..." 

Zhao Qi was still in shock, and before he could come to his senses, he heard Pei Fang's somewhat misleading voice: "Little Pan'er, don't rush to deal with me, you've got the wrong idea, that's not what I'm talking about, I want you to release the restrictions, take off the useless chest wrap, and let me grab those two big round tits of yours and really shoot them to my heart's content!" 

"What..." Zhao Qi, who was listening to the words outside the screen, felt suffocated. At this moment, he had the urge to rush up and kill someone: "Miss Xiao Pan'er had already agreed to have sex with you, but you, a fat bastard, were still not satisfied and even dreamed of playing with Miss Xiao Pan'er's breasts. You deserve to be killed!" 

"Hmm... that sounds like a good idea!" 

Yang Shenpan's gentle and pleasant voice once again ruthlessly shattered the beautiful thoughts in Zhao Qi's heart. The panting voice said calmly: "Well... this is a good idea. If you want to play this with me, Mr. Pei, I don't mind, but... you have to think about the consequences!" 

Fatty Pei Fang seemed to be in high spirits, but when he heard this, his momentum immediately waned. He just laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of death. I still want to keep this old life to have more fun with you, a young girl, in bed. Whatever! Since you want it so much, I'll shoot it for you. Anyway, it won't be long before the temple will start the sacrifice. I think your beautiful daughter will come out with you to offer sacrifice. If that happens, I will use some tricks to get you two together to the young master. By then, I can't say that I will have fun with you two in bed every night!" 

Fatty Pei's voice seemed to tremble when he spoke of the wonderful part: "To be honest, I really, really want to try to have a threesome with you and your daughter and cum inside your little pussies at the same time in bed. What kind of ecstasy is that!" 

When Fatty Pei said this, he let out a series of extremely vulgar and weird laughs, and he actually stuck out his fat butt that was exposed. The fat on his waist pressed against Yang Shenpan's smooth and firm tender little feet that were sticking out of the tent, and he moved his buttocks quickly, which accelerated the speed of his sprint. 

As Fatty Pei was talking, he was thrusting hard, but suddenly he started to howl miserably, with a voice that sounded both painful and extremely comfortable, and he cursed his mother: "Oh my, I haven't fucked you, a little girl, in front of your mother yet, and you're squeezing your legs so hard, are you trying to drain me to death..." 

"Don't talk, just focus on your work, let me lose it for once!" Pei Fang was responded by Yang Shenpan's soft and pleasant murmur. 

Seeing the fierce "pa pa" sound of the bodies colliding in the bed curtains, one wave after another, the passionate shock even made the beautiful girl who always liked to be quiet inside the bed curtain unable to resist the wonderful pleasure that came from her, and she hummed softly. 

Just as Mr. Pei was panting heavily and holding Yang Shenpan's soft little foot up and down, about to ejaculate, Zhao Qi could no longer hold back the tingling pleasure coming from his lower abdomen, and the ferocious thing under his crotch began to jump wildly against his crotch. 

"not good!" 

Zhao Qi only felt waves of extremely strong pleasure coming from his lower body. With his qi in chaos, Zhao Qi could no longer control the desire that was about to burst out from his swollen lower body. He held his crotch tightly with one hand and couldn't help but tremble with pleasure. 

When Zhao Qi was distracted for a moment, he heard a bang and the sound of air waves exploding and curtains fluttering. 

Zhao Qi's lower body was still experiencing pleasure, but his eyes suddenly blurred, and he felt a chill in his throat, as if a very sharp sword-like object was pressing against his throat. 

"Who is it..." When Zhao Qi came to his senses and saw who was coming, he found that the beautiful fairy had been standing quietly in front of him with a pair of white jade-like feet. 

From her pair of calm and beautiful eyes, one could vaguely see a hint of murderous intent brewing and slowly flowing, as if if he made the slightest move, the beautiful girl in front of him would raise her hand and pierce his throat with a sword! 

"So it's you!" Yang Shenpan said calmly in a voice that showed no emotion. 

When Zhao Qi first saw Yang Shenpan's attractive and perky legs, the two round and firm long legs exposed outside, he couldn't help but be so angry that he threw the crisis he was facing into the clouds and deserted on the spot. 

"So tender, so white... I really want to touch her... No wonder that fat guy Pei wants to have sex with her without a condom a few more times even if he dies..." 

Zhao Qigao raised his head, his throat pressed against the sharp sword in Yang Shenpan's hand. His neck was stiff, and he swallowed hard, his wandering eyes drifting upwards again. 

Zhao Qi carefully observed and found that Yang Shenpan's two round and perky buttocks were wet and sticky. The tender red area between her buttocks seemed to have not completely closed at this moment, and was gushing out drops of thick white hot semen to the base of her legs. 

"This guy deserves to die. He actually shot his cum inside my goddess without condom!" 

Zhao Qi was so angry that he felt dizzy and almost passed out. He saw the wetness between Yang Shenpan's buttocks and could guess without thinking too much who had used an ugly penis to fill Yang Shenpan's tight buttocks with hot and thick semen. 

"This killer is always a nuisance when he is alive, it is better for me to kill him with a single blow." 

Zhao Qi's eyes were red, and he no longer cared about the ancient long sword in Yang Shenpan's white jade hand that was threatening his life at any time. He stood up, took out the wolf fang in his sleeve, and like an angry beast, he stood up and pounced on the fat body of Pei, who was still erect and ejaculating repeatedly, and was already unconscious. 

"No!" 

Yang Shenpan, whose legs seemed to still be slowly flowing with the man's hot and thick semen, frowned and exclaimed softly. She gently retracted her delicate white wrist holding the sword and skillfully used a spinning force. 

In a flash, the sharp blade of the ancient long sword was avoided and passed by Zhao Qi's neck. With the domineering and fierce spinning force on the broad sword blade, it hit the "Tian Ding" acupoint on the right side of Zhao Qi's neck with a "snap" sound. 

The sword page was engraved with Yang Shenpan's pure profound skills. Even if Zhao Qi had half of Yun Yun's skills, how could he block it? He was immediately knocked back. 

Fortunately, the owner of this sword page does not seem to have any intention of hurting anyone. 

In just a few breaths, the majestic momentum that was surging from the sword's edge was suppressed. 

The slender white wrist shook in the air, and the long sword shot back like a dragon. 

Zhao Qi put away his sword and took two steps back, trying to steady himself. His eyes were red and the anger in his heart had not subsided. 

"This evil slave has humiliated you so many times, why don't you just let me kill him with one blow." Zhao Qi breathed heavily through his broad chest, and his voice became hoarse after several changes. 

"You can't kill him." Yang Shenpan's pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to have spirit did not look at Zhao Qi, but slightly turned her extremely beautiful face and picked up the clothes scattered on the ground. 

"He just played with you in bed with someone else, fucked your two holy and tender snow-white feet, and put your round and plump buttocks on it, thrusting and shooting inside you wantonly, and I don't know how many times he shot inside you. My goddess in my heart, why don't you let me kill this evil villain with a knife, why!" 

Zhao Qi gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the raging thoughts that kept surging in his heart. His voice was hoarse and he was filled with grief. He spoke word by word: "You are so beautiful and kind in my heart. Your voice is so heartwarming. You are like an ice lotus blooming in the Holy Valley. You are so sacred and pure. How can I allow others to violate you at will? How can I allow others to blaspheme you? This person not only defiled your purity, but also blasphemed your body and insulted the most beautiful goddess in my heart... Can you tell me, why don't you let me kill such a person with one knife?" 

Zhao Qi's words came from the bottom of his heart and were sincere. 

At the same time, he used the most sensational, familiar and emotional tone of the 21st century. Even Yang Shenpan, who had remained calm and composed for thousands of years, showed a rare hint of surprise on his face. 

"I never thought that Shen Pan would receive such great love from you..." 

After a long time, Yang Shenpan sighed softly, and then said in a pleasant voice: "Nothing goes well. Shenpan has failed my husband's high expectations and has tarnished his thoughts." 

"Well, why don't you come with me... I'll take you away from here, away from this damn place!" Zhao Qi seemed to be bewildered, and these words came out of his mouth as if possessed by a ghost. 

Zhao Qi was trembling all over, his eyes fixed on Yang Shenpan's beautiful face. 

"I...I...how dare I say such words to her...with my current strength, am I capable of protecting her? Will she...promise me..." 

Although he knew that there was little hope, there was still an indescribable hope that lingered in Zhao Qi's heart for a long time. 

"Thank you for your care for me." 

As expected, Yang Shenpan's face regained its previous indifferent expression, and he said, "But Shenpan still has an important mission to accomplish, and I'm afraid I'll let you down." 

Although Zhao Qi had already anticipated the final outcome of these words, he couldn't help but feel a trace of grief in his heart when he heard Yang Shenpan's words, "Am I really so useless in her eyes? She would rather stay in this hellhole and be toyed with by others in bed every day than leave with me?" 

Suddenly, a glimmer of enlightenment rose in Zhao Qi's heart: "Yes, yes, I am really confused. It is such a simple truth, how could I not figure it out? The strength of the temple is so strong, she must be saying this to protect me and not want me to get hurt!" 

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi recalled all the signs from before and became more determined: "My men are weak now. I am afraid that I can't even protect myself, let alone her. If my men are strong enough, then I won't be afraid of the temple or the Daqing royal family. I will overthrow anyone who stands in my way. There is no one I cannot protect." 

Zhao Qi thought so in his heart, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had found a clear path in this vast fog that could guide him to move forward. "In this chaotic world, the only truth is to hold the gun in my hand. As long as I am strong enough, let alone protect Pan'er, I can even say right here in front of that old man Shen Nian that I will take her away!" 

As he thought about it, Zhao Qi's mind wandered again, and he recalled the erotic scene he had just seen by the bed, where Yang Shenpan was holding a pair of pink and crystal clear little feet, with Pei Fang pressing her hips tightly, and slowly shooting semen into her. His lower body couldn't help but become hard, and he couldn't help thinking, "It's so cool just to watch this scene of shooting into Xiao Pan'er. Pei Fang, this killer, actually let him taste the taste of shooting into Xiao Pan'er for nothing." 

Zhao Qi thought to himself: "If that time really comes, can I also be like them and let Xiao Pan'er play with me in bed a few times without a condom..." 

As soon as the mind starts to think, evil thoughts will arise. 

Zhao Qi instantly felt as if his entire soul had been drained away, and all of it was instantly absorbed in Yang Shenpan's beautiful eyes that were as bright as a stream. 

"I...what's wrong with me...Xiao Pan'er is a goddess from heaven, she is so clean and pure...how can I be so obscene as to think about inserting my penis into her tender vagina and even having unprotected sex...what's the difference between me and them..." 

That filthy feeling that reached deep into his bones was like poison, spreading to Zhao Qi's entire body and mind in an instant. 

Reluctance, resentment, inferiority, admiration and other complicated psychological entanglements constantly intertwined in Zhao Qi's heart, dispersing and gathering again. 

"No... this is not fair. Why can the people in the temple have sex and creampies with the most beautiful goddess in my mind every day? Why can they enjoy Xiao Pan'er without restraint, but I can't..." 

"No... I can do it, I can do it too... I know a lot of tricks, I can do better than them, I can definitely make Xiao Paner feel better... and cum more..." 

Zhao Qi seemed to be going crazy, and he could only feel a chaos in front of his eyes, as if his hands were tied and thrown into an endless dark trap. No matter how he struggled or shouted, no one responded. 

While Zhao Qi was struggling with the horrible darkness and chaos in his mind, he suddenly felt his mind clear. It was a woman's very pleasant voice that instantly cleared away all the fog and mist that Zhao Qi was lost in the chaos and darkness. 

"You are possessed..." 

The inner demon was gone, and Zhao Qilingtai regained his clarity of mind. 

"What am I doing..." Zhao Qi stared at his hands, which had just regained their freedom, in disbelief and stammered. 

"Ming Shengong! You are really cruel, my dear. I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so long, you have taken away half of Sister Yun's power." 

"Xiao Pan'er, how... do you know!" 

Zhao Qi was so frightened when he heard this that he shuddered all over. He didn't know when he became possessed by the devil, and when Shen Pan saw through his thoughts. Could it be that he had absorbed Yun Yun's power in Wolong Mountain earlier, which caused his mentality to become unbalanced and gave rise to the devil? 

He was afraid that Yang Shenpan would misunderstand him, so he immediately explained: "I really didn't intend to take over someone else's body! It happened for a reason!" 

"Among the nine levels of the temple's profound arts, there is a technique called the Nine Dragons, and I am fortunate to have learned a little bit of it!" 

Yang Shenpan stared at Zhao Qi with her beautiful eyes and said calmly: "My dear, you don't need to tell me. You know the secrets here, and I know them too!" 

Zhao Qi seemed to have been exposed for playing with Yun Yun's asshole. He felt ashamed and said, "Although this is a bit ridiculous, my heart is sincere to you!" 

Yang Shenpan's beautiful eyes looked directly at Zhao Qi, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in them: "Even so, can you tell Shenpan that you came here to join Shenpan's sacrifice ceremony?" 

Yang Shenpan's tone changed so quickly that Zhao Qi was unable to answer for a moment, and was speechless. 

Zhao Qi thought to himself, if he said yes, he would be classified as a lustful person like Pei Fang and Young Master Zhaode. 

That's not true, but it's not entirely true. The reason why I came here was because I followed Yang Shenpan. 

I really wanted to deny it, but I couldn't lie in front of Yang Shenpan's bright eyes. 

Zhao Qi was so confused that he didn't know how to answer. He saw Yang Shenpan's pretty face smiling self-deprecatingly and said calmly, "Yes, that's it. I don't care. My dear, you don't need to worry about it!" 

Yang Shenpan paused while speaking, raised his hand and waved it, gently brushing aside a few strands of fine long hair on his forehead with his tender fingers like green onions, revealing a delicate brow. His beautiful eyes, as if full of spirit, stared at Zhao Qi seriously as if welcoming the spring breeze: "The Dingzhou ritual bell is the wish of the people of Shenzhou. If the ceremony is completed, it will benefit the people, and Pan has no regrets. If you are destined to enter the Temple of Heaven, you also want to experience Shenpan's outstanding charm. Shenpan is also willing to sacrifice herself to fulfill your long-cherished wish!" 

Zhao Qi felt a surge of heat in his stomach when he heard Yang Shenpan's shocking words. For no reason, he thought of a scene in his mind where Yang Shenpan was stripped naked, surrounded by a group of people holding a big dick under her crotch, lying on the ground with her round and perky buttocks raised, being fucked by a dozen wretched men while moaning "hmm", "hmm". 

"Fuck, I will never allow this to happen under my nose!" 

Zhao Qi's lower body was hard, and a small tent was erected. At the same time, he was secretly afraid in his heart: "If such a day really comes, I am afraid that those famous people like Bingzhou Paijiao Drunken Immortal, Mud Monkey and the like, as well as the evil demons who used to covet Xiao Pan'er's beauty, will rush over to fuck Xiao Pan'er's tender pussy. As long as I am alive, I can't ignore it." 

Zhao Qi made up his mind and immediately raised his hands, staring at Yang Shenpan's beautiful eyes, and said seriously: "Miss Pan'er, to be honest, I am Zhao Qi, the worldly master of Daxiong Bao Temple, and I currently live in the head of the Shenfa Hall of Lingyun Temple. I am willing to draw a line on the ground as a prison and entrust my life to you to guard a piece of paradise for you!" 

Zhao Qi's words were very sincere, but Yang Shenpan seemed to see through Zhao Qi's heart, and smiled slightly, "So you are a great disciple of the Great Temple. Shenpan does not dare to ask for protection, but only hopes that this pure land can enjoy peace." 

Yang Shenpan bowed to Zhao Qi and said, "I wonder if Sister Yun is on the front line now. If it is convenient for you, please take me to see her." 

"This... Yun'er... is indeed here, but... I'm really sorry, I just arrived today and I'm not familiar with this Lingyun Temple, I'm afraid I can't..." Zhao Qi was really scared when he heard this. Yang Shenpan wanted to go see Yun Yun, it's not impossible, but he was in the temple at the moment and had no time to care about other things. His subordinate, Hei Laowu, was a lustful ghost. Now he was alone with Yun Yun in the mountains and lacked discipline. With his lustful personality, I'm afraid that at this time, I'm afraid that Yun Yun's clothes would be stripped off, and he was holding the pretty girl's perky buttocks with both hands, fucking her tender little asshole like a plum blossom. 

If I were to rashly enter with Yang Shenpan and see such an erotic scene, I'm afraid I would be misunderstood to death by Yang Shenpan. 

Zhao Qi was speaking vaguely, but Yang Shenpan seemed not to notice Zhao Qi's hesitation. He shook his head and said, "It's OK. I grew up in Lingyun Palace since I was young. I am familiar with every flower, tree and grass on the top of Lingyun Palace. If you don't know the way, then Shenpan will guide you." 

"Your Excellency, I'm not sure. Miss Shenpan, please just call me by my name." 

Zhao Qi felt ashamed, and suddenly an idea came to him. He quickly pointed at the fat bodies of Master Pei Fang and Young Master Zhaode, who were still sleeping with their penises erect, and said, "Miss Pan'er, let me take care of these two people." 

"Don't worry, sir. Someone will clean up this place at dawn. Just let them lie here!" 

Yang Shenpan lowered her white head, her beautiful eyes focused on herself, and her two tender hands, as tender as green onions, deftly helped her two extremely attractive white and tender naked feet put on their embroidered shoes. At the same time, she said to Zhao Qi, who had been staring at her, "It's getting late now, let's set off quickly!" 

"Xiao Pan'er's feet are so beautiful that they can be stripped of their socks by such a dirty and vulgar person, and then be clamped between their legs and ejaculated and played with. I am really envious of them!" 

Zhao Qi was salivating at the sight, and was lost in thought when he heard Yang Shenpan's voice. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately came to his senses. 

He was afraid that his dirty thoughts would be seen through by Yang Shenpan's sharp eyes, so he had to force himself to be strong and brave enough to go out and explore the way. 

Zhao Qi walked forward while silently praying in his heart. He only hoped that the black man would be obedient and not offend the beauty. 

That night, the clouds were high and the moon was rising. Zhao Qi and Yang Shenpan walked out of the palace and walked along the mountain and the moon in the sparse morning light. 

"Someone is here." Yang Shenpan nodded, raised her beautiful face slightly, and looked ahead with her beautiful eyes at a half-human-high protruding boulder in the darkness. 

Zhao Qi saw Yang Shenpan's actions and immediately became alarmed. "Oh no! Could it be that our deeds have been exposed and the temple has sent soldiers to pursue us?" 

For safety reasons, Zhao Qi immediately raised his hand and held up the G22 sniper rifle he carried with him, ready for a surprise attack at any time. 

But when Zhao Qi raised his gun to stand guard, he suddenly saw a black figure appear on the boulder that was more than half a person's height. 

The black figure came extremely fast, like a sharp sword unsheathed, shooting out. 

In a flash, he leaped down from a boulder half a man's height, and rushed to within two feet of the two men, stabbing directly at Yang Shenpan who was standing beside Zhao Qi. 

"Danger!" Zhao Qi saw the black figure rushing towards Yang Shenpan, and without much time to think, he immediately caught the direction with his eyes, pulled the trigger, and raised his hand to shoot a blind sniper. 

There was a "bang" of a gunshot. Sparks seemed to burst in front of Zhao Qi's eyes, and the black figure that was flying towards him like a sharp sword suddenly stopped and tumbled backwards. 

Zhao Qi saw that he had failed to defeat the enemy with one shot, and was about to aim and shoot again, when he heard Yang Shenpan at the side stop him and said, "Sir, you accidentally injured the enemy, this is the shadow guard of the temple, Jielong." 

Zhao Qi stopped immediately upon hearing this and looked forward intently. 

Only then did I realize that the black figure in front of me was actually a man wearing a black brocade robe and a bamboo hat. 

The man in black clothes and bamboo hat was in a very awkward situation at this moment. 

He was seen holding his torn hat with one hand, trying to stand up. 

In the other hand, he tightly grasped a black short-handled long blade. 

The back of the black-handled long blade was twisted by some strange force, and it was completely twisted and broken from the upper half, revealing only layers of irregular and messy textures inside. 

"Why are the people in ancient times so powerful? Any of them can withstand the bullets in my hand." 

Zhao Qi frowned and stared at the black-clothed man in the bamboo hat holding the broken knife with his knuckles clenched and bleeding, and was secretly shocked. 

After Yang Shenpan finished speaking, he saw the man in black clothes and the bamboo hat immediately threw away the broken handle in his hand, wiped the broken bamboo hat on his head that was pierced by the bullet, and revealed a sinister and terrifying eye. 

Zhao Qi suddenly saw the half-sharp face of the man in black under his torn hat. He was shocked and took a breath of cold air. He said, "This man looks so scary, is he a human or a ghost?" 

Yang Shenpan held the sword in his hands and bowed to the ground, saying, "Don't be offended, Dragon Guardian. This is the new master of the Daxiong Temple. I have never seen the guardian's face before, so I am sorry for offending you." 

Yang Shenpan's words seemed to be defending Zhao Qi. The man in black clothes and bamboo hat asked in surprise, "What about the Great Temple that commands the whole world?" 

He stared at Zhao Qi for a while, then laughed strangely and said, "I didn't expect you, a little foxy girl, to be so powerful that you even managed to hook up with the guard monk of Daxiong Temple. I really admire you." 

The voice of the man in black clothes and bamboo hat was rough and thin, obviously not like a man's voice. 

Zhao Qi was shocked when he heard this, and thought to himself, "How come this Dragon Robber Shadow Guard who looks like a demon actually has a female voice?" 

Zhao Qi was still in doubt when he heard the shadow guard named Jie Long say, "Your Highness, Goddess, are you satisfied with the gift I sent you?" 

"Will Dragon Guardian teach me?" Yang Shenpan said calmly. 

"Hey, do you need to be taught this kind of thing?" 

Jie Long raised his head to the sky, and a series of strange laughs came out from under his bamboo hat: "I deliberately told Pei Fang the news of your return to the mountain today. What? Given Pei Fang's character, didn't he find someone to fill your small butt with semen tonight?" 

"Please show some respect, Dragon Guardian." Yang Shenpan's handsome eyebrows slightly frowned. 

"Hey, look at the way you can't close your legs, I guess you must have just been filled with a lot of sperm." 

The single eye in the dragon hat shot out a murderous look, and the two bloodshot eyes were fixed on the pair of particularly prominent and eye-catching round and full breasts on Yang Shenpan's chest. He smacked his lips and laughed strangely: "Your big breasts are the same as your mother's, both are the best in the world. It would be so pleasurable to manipulate them. I wonder if anyone has made a fuss tonight..." 

"Looking for death..." Zhao Qi, who was standing nearby, had already heard this and was filled with murderous intent. When he heard Jie Long teasing the goddess in his heart, he could no longer endure it and raised his gun to shoot the terrifying man on the spot. 

"My dear, don't do it!" Yang Shenpan spoke up to stop him. 

Jie Long was careless when he came here, and he didn't take Zhao Qi who was beside Yang Shenpan seriously at all. 

Just now he was shot by Zhao Qi and nearly died. 

When he saw Zhao Qifu raising the black muzzle of the gun in his hand and pointing it at him, he was so frightened that he turned over and flew backwards, landing on the huge rock behind him. 

"Little slut, it seems you have found a backer who is not afraid of death." 

Jie Long stared at the black muzzle of Zhao Qi's gun and said angrily: "I came here to summon you with the order of the sect leader, but you want to kill the messenger without authorization?" 

"I dare not!" Yang Shenpan's face changed, and he lowered his head and said, "I wonder why the old palace master called me?" 

"Nothing else." 

Jie Long was sure that Yang Shen Pan would not dare to attack her, so he opened his mouth and suddenly raised his voice, as if he was deliberately speaking to Zhao Qi beside him, and said with a strange laugh: "It's just that the old sect master's former brother has been thirsty for too long in the peaks of the temple. Now that he sees you returning to the mountain, he wants to find you to fuck their assholes to relieve his fatigue." 

"What... my brother in front of the emperor?... he wants to fuck Xiao Pan'er's asshole to relieve his tiredness..." Zhao Qi, who was standing by, almost collapsed with anger after hearing this. 

"I'll leave it to you. Whether to go or not is up to you. If the clan leader asks you questions, don't say I sent you a message." 

The Jielong seemed to be quite afraid of Zhao Qi's gun-holding hand. As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up, turned his body, and turned into a black shadow, rushing into the vast mountains of Duanwang Peak. 

"Xiao Pan'er, those people want to humiliate you, you can't leave easily." Zhao Qi stopped them in a hurry, even calling them Xiao Pan'er. 

"My dear, please don't worry about me." 

Yang Shenpan shook her head, her bright eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts looked directly at Zhao Qi, and said, "The old palace master has summoned me, and Shenpan is afraid that I can't go with you to visit. My dear, please take this order and find someone else to lead the way. Please also give my regards to Sister Yun from the Yun family." 

Yang Shenpan spoke to Zhao Qi word by word with a gentle and sweet breath, and then he took out a square piece of warm jade from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Qi. 

The white wrist under the sleeve, as delicate and smooth as white jade, was gently bent, and the ancient long sword in the hand made a deafening roar. A white shadow flashed, and it flashed into the vast peaks of Wangduan Mountain like a ray of light, chasing after the figure of Jielong. 

"Xiao Pan'er..." Zhao gritted his teeth and stood where he was, watching Yang Shenpan's beautiful figure disappear into the vast mountains. 

"Heaven is so unfair..." Zhao Qi bared his teeth, his fingernails digging deeply into the skin between his palms. 

Since Yang Shenpan left, Zhao Qi has not been able to utter a complete sentence. 

The reason was not because he didn't want to say it, but because he knew that even if he could do something right now, it would be like throwing stones at water, and would be futile for Yang Shenpan, who was looking up to him. 

At the moment, he was as weak as an ant and could not move the towering tree that blocked his way. 

"As long as you give me some time, I will definitely turn this chaotic world upside down." Zhao Qi's hand holding the jade pendant trembled slightly. 

Zhao Qi is a man who is decisive in killing. 

He immediately made up his mind, stopped having any more delusions, stood up and continued on the road. 

He had really wasted too long before this, and he no longer had time to waste on this insignificant love affair. 

"Cheer up. Only if I cheer up myself can I become strong and overcome all the difficulties that stand in my way." 

Zhao Qi shook his head with all his strength, and a hint of his old fierce and resolute expression returned to the mercenary's face. 

****** 

Shenzhao Peak, the seat of the Divine Punishment Palace, in a side hall. 

"Is this all you know?" The middle-aged man in black martial arts uniform, who was at the head of the hall, said to a night walker in black who was kneeling in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. 

This middle-aged man was about forty years old, with red hair and beard, a leopard head and tiger eyes, and looked quite majestic. 

The black-clothed night walker seemed to be quite afraid of the middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back. Hearing this, he immediately bowed and prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "I dare not disobey the order of Palace Master Chu. The informant in Lingyun Palace has reported that the Sect Master has indeed appointed someone to take over the position of the head of our Shenzhao Peak. I expect that person to come to our Shenzhao Peak to take office within ten days." 

"Which one of the six great leaders of Lingyun Palace will take over the Shenzhao Peak?" 

The person asking the question was an old man in white with a sinister look on his face standing beside Palace Master Chu. 

The old man in white was over sixty years old, tall and thin, with three long strands of beard fluttering under his chin. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist. 

"To answer Master He's words, that person is not the one who is in charge of the six great leaders of the peaks of Lingyun Palace." The black-clothed night walker said more respectfully. 

"Aren't the six great leaders the ones who took over my position as the leader of Shenzhaofeng? Could that person be one of the old masters under the control of the temple?" 

The He Sect Master just finished speaking and then shook his head to deny his idea, and immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, the old supernatural powers have a transcendent status and are the mainstays of the temple. The position of the head of Shenzhao Peak is in charge of the criminal law of the middle mountain, which is so severe. With their transcendent and hidden personalities, I think it should not be them." 

"Old He, why are you worrying so much?" 

A half-naked bearded man on the left side of the hall slammed the mahogany eight-immortal table beside him and yelled: "I don't care who the hell comes. We just need to follow our big brother and drink and eat meat as we did before. He can't do anything to us." 

"Hehe, you're almost a slave of a conquered nation, but you still have the mind to drink and eat meat. You are indeed a hungry mountain dog who only knows how to eat shit under Chu Xinglie's tutelage." 

Sitting opposite the He Sect Master, a thin priest in a dark blue Taoist robe narrowed his narrow eyes, took a sip of the fragrant tea in his sleeve, smacked his lips and teased leisurely. 

Although his words were ostensibly scolding the bearded man, they were actually hinting at Chu Xinglie's inability to control his subordinates. 

"Mr. Shen, who are you calling a vicious dog?" 

The bearded man immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this. He rolled his eyes and pulled out a pair of black iron arm armor from behind him and said, "Believe it or not, I will tear you apart with my bare hands right now." 

"Come on, come on, Mr. Shen wants to learn from my Ah Huang's ability to tell lies." 

The blue-robed priest raised his head and laughed loudly. He shook his wide Taoist robe and a four-foot-long black judge's pen quickly popped out from his sleeve. He spun it in his hand, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly: "My Ah Huang, if you have the guts, come and bite your Taoist master." 

"You are the one who is looking for death..." The bearded man's face flashed with green, and he was about to attack. At this time, the middle-aged man standing at the head of the hall glared with tiger eyes and shouted: "Qi Hu, enough!" 

Chu Xinglie's deep shout contained the pure energy in his body, and it immediately shocked the two people in the hall so much that their hands and feet became numb and they dared not move. 

"We don't even know the identity of the person who came, but you two are trying to cause trouble here. Do you really want to experience Chu Mou's Fire Refining Divine Palm?" 

Chu Xinglie said this with his tiger eyes turning fiercely to look at the four people led by Shen Laoguaner who were wearing Taoist robes in his left hand. There seemed to be fire flowing between the two palms behind his back. 

"Alright, alright, we are all from the same sect, why bother to embarrass each other here, please continue your talk, young man." 

Seeing that things were not going well, the leader of Hemen came out in time to act as a joker and signaled Chu Xinglie not to start a war. 

"Go on..." Chu Xinglie snorted, and raised his head slightly to signal Night Walker to continue. 

The night traveler trembled and stammered for a while, and continued: "This is strange, the person who came to take over my Shenzhao Peak is not a respected elder in the temple, but a young man who looks not very old." 

As soon as these words came out, the huge hall suddenly exploded. 

"What? I am the head of Shenzhao Peak and I have so much power, yet the temple sent a young man to take charge of us." 

"We are not convinced. Rather than this, we should write a petition together and ask that the position of the head of Shenzhao Peak be decided by us." 

"Yes, yes, that's great. My master, Master He, has the longest experience in this temple and is the most qualified to be the head of Shenzhao Peak." 

"The oldest doesn't mean the most powerful. My elder brother Chu Xinglie's Sky-Splitting Divine Palm is so powerful that it can be seen everywhere. If any of you don't accept it, come up and lead the fight." 

"Bullshit, bullshit, it really stinks. How can a commoner take the position of the first seat? As for the first seat, I still recommend the leader of the Duanyue Sect, Fuyue." 

"You are such a jerk, who are you calling a jerk? Come and fight me if you dare." 

"It's my son who won't obey even if I beat him." 

... 

In just a moment, everyone in the temple was arguing with each other, their ears were red and their necks were thick, and it was a mess. Some even picked up weapons and prepared to fight in the hall. 

"Please listen to me again." 

The situation was out of control for several times. The night walker crawling on the ground saw that Chu Xinglie had murderous intent in his eyes, and he was so frightened that he trembled in his heart. He immediately said loudly: "I have asked around. It is said that the person who will take over the position of the head of the temple is the direct descendant monk under the seat of the Great Buddha of the Great Temple. He has been invited by the old master as a guest of honor and holds the order of rebirth. He is one of the four great masters of the temple." 

As soon as he said this, the quarrel in the hall, which had been noisy, suddenly stopped and became silent. 

The hall was silent for a long time, and only He Zhenren, who was standing next to the head of the hall, Chu Xinglie, said: "You are the direct descendant of the Great Buddha of Discipline, who lived in seclusion for sixty years ago and could shock the nine continents of Shenzhou with just a stomp of your feet? Well... no wonder the old master made this choice... it seems that he is here with bad intentions." 

"If this is correct, then that person must be coming with great force, and I'm afraid our position will be in jeopardy." 

The priest Shen stood up, swallowed his saliva, looked at Chu Xinglie, who was frowning and had a stern demeanor, and said, "Palace Master Chu, aren't you the most arrogant on weekdays? Now that there is a powerful enemy in front of you, you have come up with an idea." 

"Don't panic, everyone." 

Chu Xinglie looked around at the people around him with his tiger eyes, and said in a deep voice: "No matter whether the person coming is an enemy or not, the position of the head of Shenzhao Peak must not fall into the hands of outsiders. What do you think of my idea?" 

"Good, I second the motion!" 

Master He stroked his three long beards, nodded in agreement and said: "It would be fine if the person who came was an octogenarian who is highly respected in this temple, but if the person who came was someone from the Great Hero Temple, then we have no reason to let the throne fall into the hands of an outsider." 

"I agree." 

"Yes, it is not the turn of outsiders to take the position of the head of our Shenzhao Peak." 

There was a chorus of seconding voices in the hall. 

Zhu Xinglie clasped his fists towards Master He and said, "Master He, you have the most seniority among the people in Shenzhao Peak. How about you come up with an idea for everyone?" 

"Since this is the case, I will boldly offer a plan to deal with the current situation." 

Master He flicked his sleeves, nodded and said, "Under the current situation, the sixteen peaks of Shenzhao Peak can no longer continue to fight for the position of the peak master. We must unite as one to fight against this uninvited guest." 

Seeing that everyone nodded in agreement, Master He slowly brushed his long beard and continued, "This old man's plan still requires the cooperation of all the temple masters present. Without your cooperation, this plan may not be successful." 

Chu Xinglie nodded and said, "I, Wanxiang Palace, have no objection." 

"The Divine Omen Palace has no objection either." Priest Shen rolled his eyes and said helplessly. 

"With everyone's sincere efforts, this should not be difficult to accomplish." Seeing that no one objected, Master He nodded and continued, "To deal with this person, my advice is just one word, 'delay!'" 

"Master He, when you say procrastinate, do you mean that we should all be insincere and disobey him?" Priest Shen's mind was very quick, and he understood immediately after hearing what he said. 

"Yes, Priest Shen is truly my shining eye!" 

Master He praised: "No matter how powerful he is as a disciple of the Great Buddha of Discipline, he will be at a loss without our cooperation when he comes to Shenzhao Peak. We, the Sixteen Peaks of the Palace, don't need to do anything. We just need to provide him with good food and drink. We will give him whatever he wants. However, we will not disclose the core matters of Shenzhao Peak and let him mess around alone." 

"But if you do this, aren't you afraid that he will find out and retaliate against the old sect leader?" an old man in red clothes in the hall asked. 

"Hehe, revenge?" 

Priest Shen raised his head with disdain and said with a smile: "This is the Shenzhao Peak in front of the Lingyun Palace, not the Sutra Cave of his Daxiong Temple. Does he dare to go wild and kill people here just because of a Rebirth Order? I don't think he has the guts to do that." 

"Besides, we hope he will complain to the old patriarch. Wouldn't that make him look even more incompetent?" 

Priest Shen smiled sinisterly and said calmly, "If he can't control us, then he certainly can't be qualified for the position of the head. I think the old master won't allow him to stay in Shenzhao Peak for too long. In the end, he still has to go back to where he came from." 

"Haha, Priest Shen's predictions are brilliant and his words are witty. I admire him so much!" 

Master He bowed to Zhu Xinglie standing beside him and said, "Even if we take a step back, this young man is a direct disciple of the Great Buddha of Discipline, so he must be a very ambitious person. If we continue to flatter him, he will achieve nothing in the end, and he will not be able to continue to hold a high position in Shenzhao Peak. When that time comes, there will be no need for us to help him, and he will probably resign to the old leader himself." 

"Master He's plan is a great success." 

Chu Xinglie responded by saying, "It's just that I feel this plan is too mild and conservative, and it still lacks a bit of ruthlessness. If I can add a few more vicious plots to it, I believe it will be even better." 

"Oh." Master He's expression changed and he said, "Could it be that Palace Master Chu has another plan?" 

"I don't dare to take credit for this brilliant plan, but I have a plan that will make it even better." Chu Xinglie's eyes flickered: "Don't let him hear this, let's dismiss our subordinates and discuss the plan." 

"This is what this is..."