Nearly eighty percent of the Tiansha country is a desert Gobi, so few mortals live here, and the people who can move here are basically monks.

In addition, there are almost no immortal cultivation families in Tiansha Country, only four major sects, and a few towns established by scattered cultivation.

Huangshi City is located on the Gobi Desert in the eastern part of Tiansha Kingdom, because it is rich in a unique Huangyan stone, so there are many foreign monks who come to trade, and it is one of the most prosperous cities in the eastern part of Tiansha Kingdom.

Three thousand miles north of Yellowstone City, there is a desert where no grass grows, but at the bottom of this desert that is rarely inhabited, there is a dungeon made of black stone.

If there are people who know the formation here, if you look closely, you can see that those black stones are all heavy ink stones that can isolate the divine sense.

If someone unintentionally flies over from above, they will never notice that there is an underground palace under the desert.

The underground palace is not very big, only more than 30 zhang in size, but although the sparrow is small, there are all kinds of organs, there are living rooms, practice rooms, living rooms, etc., this is like a monk's cave.

At this moment, in a stone room in the underground palace, on a soft collapse the size of a zhang, a strong man with a height of eight feet was lying naked on a delicate woman.

His eyes were closed, and while his body was shaking, his hands were pinching, as if he was practicing some kind of exercise to collect yin and replenish yang.

And the woman below him had wide eyes, her face was full of despair and pain, and her body was motionless, like a dead corpse.

I don't know how long it took, the strong man opened his mouth and let out a low roar, and the muscles in his body stirred like water waves.

At the same time, his body was towering faster and faster, and his momentum was getting bigger and bigger, as if he wanted to completely penetrate the woman under him.

And the woman's skin that could be broken by blowing a bullet shrank rapidly, and in less than ten breaths, a delicate * son in her twenties became an old woman in her last years, and her whole body skin was like a withered tree, which looked extremely terrifying.

The strong man finally stopped moving, slowly got up and put on his shirt, and then he glanced at the dying woman on the bed with disgust, and in a snap of his fingers, a fireball flew out, burning the woman to ashes.

"It's really a waste, this bit of Yuan Yin Qi is not enough for Lao Tzu to cultivate for a day. ”

The strong man quenched a mouthful of saliva, cast a spell to clean up the bed, and then sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced.

In another stone room of the underground palace, there are more than a dozen young women at this moment, either sleeping with their eyes closed, or crying, or two or three people hugging each other, whispering words that are difficult for others to hear.

The stone chamber was empty, and the women sat on the ground like prisoners, looking like they didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, like mortals.

From the way they dressed, as well as the storage bags around their waists, it can be seen that these women are all monks, but their cultivation has been completely sealed.

They don't know how long they have been locked up in this dark stone room, the expression on their faces is already despair and numb, and their eyes are empty, like walking corpses.

In the corner of the stone chamber, a woman in a pale pink dress sits with her knees crossed.

The woman's green silk was scattered, her face was as pale as snow, and her appearance was quite beautiful, which added a bit of poignancy to her desperate look.

Rao is like this, her beautiful eyes, but with a faint brilliance, staring closely at a yellowed rune paper in the palm of her hand.

Her jade hand was clutching the rune paper too hard, her nails were embedded in the flesh, and the blood that oozed out had already scabbed, making it difficult for her hand to open.

This woman is Hu Yu, and the rune paper in the palm of her hand is also the Wanli Messenger that Qiao Yuan gave her.

In the past six years, with the help of the elixir given by Qiao Yuan, Hu Yu successfully cultivated to the late stage of foundation building, and used the spiritual weapon given by Qiao Yuan to emerge among the younger generation of the Hu family and became an elite clansman focused on cultivating by the family.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and when he went out on a mission, Hu Yu and several children of the clan met a Jindan period evil cultivator who practiced the practice of collecting yin and replenishing yang.

All of them were foundation stage cultivators, and they had no power to resist in front of the Jindan stage evil cultivators.

The man was directly killed on the spot, while the woman was sealed by the evil cultivator of the Jindan period, and was taken here as a furnace for cultivating the exercises.

After Hu Yu saw the murderous nature of the evil cultivator in the Jindan period, he immediately activated the Ten Thousand Miles Messenger.

But five days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the person she has been looking forward to in her heart has never found here.

Watching the women around him decrease day by day, the despair in Hu Yu's heart became stronger and stronger, and that glimmer of hope was slowly eroded.

"He must have forgotten about me a long time ago, forgotten that promise back then. ”

Hu Yu thought so in his heart, tears kept sliding from the corners of his eyes, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of self-deprecation.

In the dark stone room, time passed very slowly, and I don't know how long it took, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

The footsteps were low and deep, like the messengers of hell, slowly approaching these desperate and helpless women, making them tremble uncontrollably.

A muffled rumbling sound sounded, and the stone door at the entrance of the stone chamber was slowly pushed open, and a big man with a height of eight feet walked in.

Those women were originally foundation-building monks, but now they are like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered, trembling with fright, and constantly moving into the corner.

The big man's tiger eyes were so cold that he didn't have the slightest emotion, and he kept sweeping over the women, as if he was choosing satisfactory food.

In just a moment, his gaze fell on Hu Yu in the corner, with scattered green silk.

The big man raised his hand and waved, and a gust of wind blew, blowing Hu Yu's messy green silk aside, revealing a pale and beautiful face.

Hu Yu chuckled in her heart, only to feel that the nightmare was about to strike, and then she felt that her body was light, and a big hand was already grasping her shoulder.

The strong man shook his hand like a little chicken, threw Hu Yu on his shoulder, and walked outside the stone with it.

"Let Me Go ......"

The instinct to survive made her scream, Hu Yu used all her strength to twist her limbs, and kept struggling, but without spiritual power, she was not even as good as a mortal man, how could she let this strong man in the Jindan period let go.

Despair slowly engulfed Hu Yu's mind, but she still cast helpless eyes on her sisters of the same race, hoping that they could do something.

It's a pity that those people didn't dare to look at the strong man and Hu Yu at all, for fear that he would be interested and catch another one.

The stone door slammed shut, and Hu Yu knew that he would be greeted by inhumane torture and eventually death.

With a bang, Hu Yu was thrown on top of the soft bed, she curled up, kept retreating towards the corner of the bed, holding a glimmer of hope, and pleaded.

"Former ...... Seniors, please let me go, juniors are proficient...... The art in the room, as long as you surround the life of the juniors, the juniors ...... Serve your predecessors well. ”

"The art of the house? Then I want to see how good your skills are?"

There was no lust on the strong man's face, but when he heard Hu Yu's pleading, he showed a hint of interest.

He hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of evil smile, raised his hand, stripped off the clothes on his body, and then slowly approached Hu Yu.

"Senior,...... Please lie down, and the younger generation will serve you. ”

Hu Yu used to be Qi Sihai's concubine, so naturally she would not be ashamed of this kind of thing, as long as she was willing to do anything to save her life.

After speaking, she got up and covered the strong man's body, stretched out her soft and smooth little tongue, and gently licked the strong man's neck and throat.

All the way down, when the tip of her tongue stopped on the strong man's chest, the strong man seemed to be stimulated, and with a wave of his big hand, he only heard a stabbing sound, and Hu Yu's pink dress was shattered inch by inch, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

With a snap, the strong man directly raised his hand and hit Hu Yu's delicate and slender waist, leaving five deep finger prints.

Hu Yu was in pain, frowning and snorting, but he didn't get up, and still worked the strong man.

After a cup of tea, the strong man seemed to have lost his patience, or he couldn't stand Hu Yu's play, so he turned over and pressed her directly under him.

"Former ...... Senior, you promised to surround the junior's life. ”

Feeling the weight on his body, the flush on Hu Yu's face instantly receded and became a miserable white.

"Hmph, when did Lao Tzu promise you. ”

"Uh-huh......"

Hu Yu only felt that she was about to suffocate, and let out a muffled snort in pain, and then a sharp pain came from below, which made her eyes dilute and almost faint.

A sense of humiliation welled up in her heart, but she could do nothing but let the pain permeate her body and mind, and finally collapsed on the bed, like a dead corpse.

I don't know how long it took, Hu Yu felt a suction force coming from below, and then the Yuan Yin Qi in her body was uncontrollable and was ruthlessly plundered away by the people on her body.

Hu Yu closed her eyes in despair, her clenched left hand slowly loosened, and a yellowed rune paper fell to the ground, representing her last glimmer of hope quietly extinguished.

But at this moment, Hu Yu felt that the movements of the person on her body stopped, and for some reason, the seeds of hope that had been extinguished in her heart actually sprouted and took root again.

As soon as he thought of this, the strong man had already turned over, put on his clothes, and quickly left the stone room.

Then she heard a violent roar and the clanging of swords outside the stone chamber.

Hu Yu knew that the strong man was fighting with someone, but she didn't know who that person was, she stretched her arms with difficulty, and wanted to get up and go outside to see if that person was what she thought.

It's a pity that the severe pain under her body made her legs hardly have any strength, so she could only sit on the bed and look out the door in anticipation.

Half an hour later, the sound of fighting outside quietly disappeared, and the surroundings became dead silent.

Hu Yu tried to keep his eyes open to the maximum, staring at the door, but he heard the sound of slight footsteps, and only for a moment, a young man in white walked in quickly.

The young man in white has a delicate appearance and a tall posture like a pine, which is the glimmer of hope in Hu Yu's heart, Qiao Yuan.