Floating clouds

Chapter 66 The Great War

Lin Xinglu was stunned for a moment, and was kissed and bitten by Mu Zheng all the way, and the belt went to nowhere. Mu Zheng's skin was hot, and he pressed against Lin Xinglu's body with scorching heat.

Lin Xinglu struggled as if he had been scalded, but Mu Zheng tied his hands with a belt. He felt chills all over his body, and Mu Zheng had already lifted his legs up.

"Master!" Lin Xinglu panicked and almost begged. He couldn't believe it when he saw Mu Zheng's almost uncontrollable mania.

He couldn't believe that Mu Zheng would treat him like this, almost disregarding his dignity, treating him so roughly.

His tears rolled down and he was speechless.

Mu Zheng intensified, licking away the tears on his face, and sneered: "What are you pretending, don't you do these things when you form a Taoist couple with that little bastard?"

While talking, he supported Lin Xinglu's buttocks, squeezed between his legs, and entered without hesitation. Lin Xinglu suffered from pain, and tears fell even more fiercely.

His mind was blank, and because of the loss of spiritual power, his five senses became dull. Mu Zheng licked his lips slowly, his voice was a little hoarse because of emotion.

"Xinglu, you are mine, no one can take you away."

Mu Zheng didn't have any skills, and almost relied on instinct to plunder. Lin Xinglu's face turned pale, and Mu Zheng picked him up and entered Lin Xinglu's body deeply. In this posture, he walked to a huge water mirror.

"Xinglu, do you like it?" Mu Zheng has lived for more than 400 years and tasted the taste of ecstasy for the first time. How can he be satisfied? He pressed Lin Xinglu in front of the water mirror, turned Lin Xinglu around, and forced He looks at himself in the mirror.

Lin Xinglu endured it almost numbly. He closed his eyes tightly, but his hearing was sharper. The sound of sexual intercourse echoed in the secret room and reached his ears, making his face ashen.

It shouldn't be like this.

Mu Zheng is his master, how could he be like this.

It wasn't until a ray of light shone in from several holes that Mu Zheng vented his satisfaction. He refused to withdraw, and was content to connect closely with Lin Xinglu, hugged Lin Xinglu, and kissed his earlobe.

Lin Xinglu's fingertips were cold, and he stared blankly at the water mirror in front of him.

The man in the water mirror was pale, his legs were wide open, behind him he almost merged with Mu Zheng, and he closed his eyes in pain.

Mu Zheng's aftertaste was still there, and there was a hint of hoarseness when he spoke: "Xinglu, do you know what this water mirror is used for?"

Lin Xinglu's pale face flushed instantly, and his body trembled a little.

"look."

Mu Zheng let go of him with one hand, and wiped the water mirror, and another scene appeared in the water mirror.

In the mirror of the water, there was a scene of fighting, the storm was turbulent, the black army of demon cultivators and the cultivators were fighting together, blood was flying everywhere.

It turned out to be a scene of war.

What is Mu Zheng going to do?

"This is under Shennv Peak. I purposely built a cave here, and spent a lot of effort to get a water mirror from Heshan. How about it? Isn't it interesting?"

Mu Zheng broke through the last boundary, he had no scruples, his hands refused to be honest, he touched and pinched Lin Xinglu's body, Lin Xinglu faintly felt that something in his body was looking up, and in a panic, a figure passed by in the water mirror , distracted him.

It's Cheng Jun, is he injured?

Lin Xinglu looked back at Mu Zheng and said, "Master, go and kill the devil."

"Why did you kill her? Without the Demon Lord, the Demon Cultivators will fight among themselves, and then these people will become arrogant again."

Not only did Mu Zheng have a good memory, but he also held grudges very much. Not only was he unwilling to save the monks, but he was also happy to watch them both lose.

While talking, he straightened his body, and pressed down hard with Lin Xinglu's hand. Lin Xinglu snorted, and the figure in the water mirror was still there, making him feel like he was being watched.

"Master, don't!"

He begged, and when Mu Zheng heard his voice, he became more excited and pushed forward harder.

Lin Xinglu let out a mournful cry. The battle situation in the water mirror is not optimistic. The reason why demon cultivators are called demon cultivators is because they refuse to practice normally. At this time, there are many tricks. It's all the same old ones from the past. If it weren't for the awe-inspiring spirit, it would have been defeated long ago.

Cheng Jun was also holding on at this time, and was besieged more than once.

Lin Xinglu was anxious in his heart, and Mu Zheng refused to give up, so he had to touch his body with one hand, wanting to stand up, but he didn't want to touch Mu Zheng's slippery things, Mu Zheng's roots were shocked by his cold hand, A thousand miles away.

"Master, I'm very hungry." Lin Xinglu quickly withdrew his hand and said weakly.

Mu Zheng woke up from the joy, kissed him in a daze, and asked, "I'm hungry, do you want to eat Bigu Dan?"

At this moment, he really didn't want to leave Lin Xinglu.

Lin Xinglu shook his head.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Mu Zheng asked.

"Anything is fine." Lin Xinglu said.

He can say anything, but not really anything, Mu Zheng knows him too well, if it doesn't suit his taste, it's a great face to have a taste.

Mu Zheng thought about his favorite sweets, why not get him some snacks, but it's a pity that Cheng Yu was on the battlefield, otherwise he would have to find her.

Lin Xinglu watched Mu Zheng withdraw from his body reluctantly, a warm liquid flowed down his thigh, he didn't care to wipe it off, and remembered Mu Zheng's every move in his mind.

This secret room was originally built by Mu Zheng to watch the excitement, and the image projected by the water mirror should not be too far away, otherwise he would have moved directly to Fuyun Xuli, and it was just a incidental thing to use it to close Lin Xinglu, so the secret room blocked the spiritual energy Also very rough.

The moment Mu Zheng opened the stone gate, a wave of spiritual energy rolled in from the crack of the door, and Lin Xinglu absorbed it into his veins. He waited for half a quarter of an hour, and seeing that Mu Zheng hadn't shot back, he stood up with difficulty and wiped his hand. After cleaning, he put on his clothes and went to open the stone gate like Mu Zheng.

The stone door was very easy to open from the inside, just a little bit of aura activated the keyhole. He opened the door and absorbed the aura crazily, and the sword beside him went to nowhere.

There was a green field outside the door, and there was the sound of water coming from nearby. Lin Xinglu looked at the gurgling water with a tinge of blood, not knowing how serious the battle was on the mountain.

He lost the Qiankun ring, he didn't have a sword, and he didn't have a magic weapon that could fly for a while, so he could only carry the spiritual energy under his feet and rush towards the top of the mountain.

The sound of fighting came to the eardrums, and he was very anxious. Fortunately, it didn't take long to get to the top of the mountain. He saw the bloody smell on the top of the mountain. Searching for Cheng Jun, he saw Cheng Jun lying on the ground like a blood gourd.

He casually picked up a sword belonging to some unlucky ghost. The sword was powerful, and when he met a demon, he killed a demon. When he saw a ghost, he slashed a ghost. He cut a bloody path and went straight to where Cheng Jun was.

"Cheng Jun, don't fall asleep, I'll take you away." Lin Xinglu touched Cheng Jun's breath, and he felt a dull pain in his heart. He thought that his dantian could be repaired if it was broken, and so could Cheng Jun. At worst, he would help him mend his dantian. , Thinking of this, he picked up Chengjun on his back, and swung his sword to pierce a sneak attacking Moxiu.

"Xinglu..." Hearing his voice, Cheng Jun forcefully opened his eyes and smiled.

He was very happy that Lin Xinglu came, but he still didn't say a word. The blood from his mouth soaked the Taoist robe on Lin Xinglu's body. Lin Xinglu was fighting with a demon cultivator with one hand behind his back.

It was obviously an ordinary sword, but there was a chill in his hand, with a cold light, and the future fighters were retreating steadily.

Lin Xinglu's sword intent was even better than before.