Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"My little beauty, where are you going to run?" Mo Wuhen held the stick in one hand, somersaulted in the air, and landed in front of Ye Hanshuang, stopping Ye Hanshuang. Looking at the beauty with her face covered by a black veil and her chest heaving, he couldn't help but show a cruel look on his face.

Ye Hanshuang looked back and found that there were only two of them around, and his fellow brothers and sisters had not caught up with him. He couldn't help but panic, gasping for breath to relieve the pressure of running violently. He slowly wrapped the double whips in his hands, took slow steps, and stared closely at the enemy in front of him.

"At such a young age, you already have the strength of the twelfth level of Qi Refining. I am a person who loves talents. As long as you take off your veil, I promise that I will be gentler to you later!" Mo Wuhen's eyes, with lustful look in them, began to wander over other parts of Ye Hanshuang, as if he was looking at a work of art.

"Even if I die, I will not let you succeed!" Ye Hanshuang has been proud since she was a child. She has never looked at so many men who flattered her and fawned on her. But today, she was insulted by these two evil people from Skull Mountain. An unknown anger rose from the bottom of her heart and overcame her timidity.

"Even if you die, I can still feel good! You must remember, your man is called Mo Wuhen!!!" Mo Wuhen licked his lips lightly. The more he looked at this girl, the more he couldn't control himself, and his breathing became heavier.

Ye Hanshuang only felt her skin as if it was gently licked by a poisonous snake, and her whole body was trembling. She didn't even notice that her teeth were trembling slightly with Mo Wuhen's footsteps. Seeing this evil cultivator step by step, getting closer and closer, she could only slowly retreat to distance herself from him. Knowing that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to strike first, swinging her right hand and swung out three whip shadows to attack the person who came.

Mo Wuhen smiled contemptuously, stretched out his right hand, and spun forward to grab. That night, Han Shuang swung the whip tail fiercely, and the three whip shadows suddenly turned into six. Mo Wuhen stretched out his hand to grab nothing, feeling very surprised. It was too late to change his moves, and he finally paid the price for underestimating the enemy.

The six whip shadows were like a huge net spread out, or like a giant hand opened, flexibly coiling around Mo Wuhen's body. They turned into snakes and began to move around Mo Wuhen's body. In a short while, Mo Wuhen was tied up like a zongzi by the long whip.

Ye Hanshuang was overjoyed to see that he defeated the enemy with one move. He transferred the whip from his right hand to his left hand and took out a willow leaf dart from the storage bag with his right hand. Seeing Mo Wuhen's laughing face, he thought to himself that it was not good and speeded up his movements. The willow leaf dart in his hand shone brightly. Seeing that Mo Wuhen was moving again, he could only hurriedly throw the willow leaf dart in his hand.

Suddenly, a skull from a string hung on Mo Wuhen's chest flew into his mouth. Mo Wuhen bit it like a snack, making a crunching sound, and swallowed it with a ferocious look on his face. A burst of red light came out of his body, and his body began to swell more and more like a balloon, and the whip wrapped around his body was pulled tighter and tighter. Seeing that the willow leaf dart was getting closer and closer to him, Mo Wuhen took a deep breath, stabilized his lower body, leaned back, and knocked the incoming willow leaf dart away with a head cone.

He had no more concerns at the moment, and his body was still expanding bit by bit. The whip wrapped around his body could no longer withstand the tearing force, and finally broke after reaching its limit.

Mo Wuhen pushed hard on the grass with his feet, flipped his body, drew an arc in the air, and punched Ye Hanshuang.

At the critical moment, Ye Hanshuang finally came to his senses and dodged the powerful punch by leaning sideways, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. Before Ye Hanshuang could stand firm, the figure approached again. Ye Hanshuang fell to the ground in a hurry, raised his foot and kicked Mo Wuhen hard, then floated away.

"My little beauty, why are you more anxious than me? You are so eager to be intimate with your husband?" Mo Wuhen was stopped by a kick. He has slowly returned to his normal size. He gently patted the place where he was kicked with one hand and looked at Ye Hanshuang with an obscene smile.

"You pervert, you shall not die horribly!" Ye Hanshuang was so angry that his chest was already prostrated and his breathing became even more rapid. When he saw the light in the pervert's eyes become brighter, he couldn't help but get very angry.

"Watch out!" Ye Hanshuang swung the whip and lashed at him. Mo Wuhen just smiled and dodged sideways. Ye Hanshuang pulled back the whip and lashed at him again, but Mo Wuhen dodged it again.

"You bastard, don't hide if you have the guts!" Ye Hanshuang was so angry that he completely lost his composure without even realizing it.

"Sister, are you in such a hurry to throw yourself into my arms? Don't be impatient. Take off your veil first and let your brother take a good look at you!" As he said that, Mo Wuhen dodged and approached Ye Hanshuang.

When Mo Wuhen took the fourth step, Ye Hanshuang whipped him again. When the whip shadow approached, Mo Wuhen dodged it by leaning sideways. Ye Hanshuang looked proud, and shook his right hand again. The whip shadow immediately turned into two, one of which quickly went down and wrapped around Mo Wuhen's left foot, hitting him tightly.

Only then did Ye Hanshuang breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately held the whip with both hands, activated his skills, and pulled it back violently, intending to make Mo Wuhen fall flat on his face. But when he pulled hard, the whip didn't move at all! Ye Hanshuang couldn't believe it, and used all his strength, but still couldn't pull him. Cold sweat broke out on his face, and his heart sank. Could it be? Did he meet a master of body training?

Mo Wuhen saw many expressions of Ye Hanshuang, from the initial smugness to the current panic, and he felt a sense of enjoyment in his heart. The bound left foot was pulled back hard, and the frightened pale beauty came closer and closer, and stretched out her right hand to point directly at the slender neck.

Ye Hanshuang, who was pulled over, felt her mind go blank. She watched the big hand getting closer and closer to her throat, but she was powerless to do anything. Tears flowed uncontrollably and she simply closed her eyes.

However, when he fell to the ground and was forced to open his eyes by the rolling pain, he found that he had fallen five steps away from Mo Wuhen. Ye Hanshuang widened his eyes, a little bit unbelievable, and hurriedly touched his throat, but found that there was no bloody hole. His heart was beating wildly and he was very confused. When he saw what Mo Wuhen was holding, his handsome and cold face was covered with scarlet. A girlish blush, humiliation burst out of his eyes.

Mo Wuhen enjoyed looking at this stunning beauty. The pear blossoms in the rain were also a unique sight. He slowly put the veil in his hand to his nose and sniffed it gently. There was still a faint body fragrance on it. He inhaled it again intoxicatedly, and a sickly flush climbed up his face and body.

All of Ye Hanshuang's pride from childhood to adulthood was severely trampled at this moment. She felt as if the world was turning upside down, and she was like a leaf in the wind. No matter how hard she tried, she could not resist the fierce cold wind. This man was playing tricks on her from the beginning!!!

When a person is in despair, what is left? Ye Hanshuang reached into the storage bag blankly, grabbed a dagger, and held it tighter and tighter.

Mo Wuhen looked at what Ye Hanshuang took out, and his expression finally showed some panic: "Bitch, how dare you!!!"

Seeing Mo Wuhen running towards him with a changed expression, Ye Hanshuang smiled triumphantly. She was so happy. She had finally won 10% against this evil cultivator. It turned out that he was still afraid!!!

He gritted his teeth, smiled evilly, and without hesitation, stabbed himself in the heart.

"Fuck you!!! You bitch, you deserve to die!!!" Mo Wuhen was still a step too late and failed to stop the person who was seeking suicide.

A pair of eyes spewed out boundless anger, and began to tear the clothes of the graceful lady: "Bitch, do you think this is the end? Don't even think about it, I will make you walk in the underworld and you won't be at peace!!!"

More and more clothes were torn off, and suddenly, the dead man in front of him turned into a piece of wood!!! Ye Wuhen was alarmed, but it was too late. The whip was getting tighter and tighter around his neck, making it more and more difficult to breathe. Ye Wuhen wanted to pull it away with his hands.

"It's actually a substitute talisman, spare my life..."

"Go to hell, you pervert!!!" Ye Hanshuang used all his strength and pulled the whip hard. A head flew up into the sky and he fell to the ground under the influence of this huge force. Ye Hanshuang covered his face with his blood-stained hands and cried.

When this wronged and sad person finally cried enough and could not shed a single tear, he took a deep breath and stood up tremblingly. He used a cleansing technique to wash away the blood on his body and face. Looking at the large area of ​​spring scenery exposed on his body, he hurriedly took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag and put it on to cover it. He walked to the headless corpse and kicked it, and then he felt relieved. With a wave of his hand, Ye Wuhen's storage bag fell into a pair of pale and boneless hands that had consumed too much spiritual energy. He took out a fireball talisman from the storage bag and threw it at the corpse, then turned around and ignored the raging flames behind him.

He walked to the magic weapon discarded by Mo Wuhen, waved his hand, and an iron rod was in his hand. He put it into the storage bag. It would cost two hundred spirit stones, which was no problem!

Looking back, the body had been burned to ashes. A feeling of surviving a disaster filled his heart. Looking at all this, Ye Hanshuang suddenly laughed crazily.

Only then did he feel a sense of weakness coming. It was no longer realistic to go back to look for his fellow junior brothers and sisters. It was more important to find a safe place first and replenish his physical condition. Then he turned around and left this place of trouble with one deep step and another shallow step.