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Zhao Wujiang became more and more shocked as he flipped faster and faster.

Because he possessed the secret book of the "Prajna Sutra of No Formation", he immediately realized that this ancient version was really the lost mental method.

But he was puzzled. Is Lanruo Temple just put this top-level mental method in the Sutra Pavilion? Are you not afraid of thieves stealing?

Zhao Wujiang did not recover for a while. This trip went too smoothly, and it was even smoother than the trip to Wangzhou at the beginning.

Just like.

It was like someone pushed the baby directly in front of him.

There will be a demon when something abnormal happens... Zhao Wujiang was not happy, but instead felt a little solemn in his heart.

But he didn't think too much, but quickly stuffed the ancient book into his arms and blew it out and broke it.

Zhao Wujiang walked down the vines and fell lightly under the ancient tree.

The bright moon was hanging high, and he seemed to feel something. He looked sideways and his hair stood up in an instant.

An old monk in a ragged monk's robe sat beside him at some point, folding his hands together, and looking sad.

"Amitabha." The old monk was the host of Lanruo Temple, and his tone was merciful.

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Li Xuan pointed at Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows. The next moment, Yang Miaozhen's eyelids trembled slightly, as if they were suffering. Her face gradually became rosy, becoming more charming and charming.

"Junior Sister Yang." Li Xuan's voice was soft and he called out softly:

"I know you're awake."

Yang Miaozhen's delicate body trembled, she opened her eyes and looked at her angrily:

"Li Xuan, your move will be hunted by three sects together!"

The moment the lust disaster was triggered, Yang Miaozhen was forcibly awakened by the disaster. She just closed her eyes and knew her situation.

"How many people are we practicing Taoism? Most of us will suffer the catastrophe." Li Xuanchou looked closer to his face and took a breath of the breathtaking aura emitted by Yang Miaozhen's whole body.

This breath perfectly ignites the six desires, such as lust, appearance, majesty, speech, voice, thin and smooth desire, and human desires are all ready to go in his body.

He wished he could tear Yang Miaozhen apart and release his desire in one fell swoop.

But he was still rational. He wanted to let the disaster of seven emotions and six desires be completely ignited on Yang Miaozhen, and then this desire ignites him and Wei Qingling again. At that time, he will be able to perfectly devour the cultivation and Yuanyin of the two junior sisters.

After walking for a hundred miles and ninety years, he was like a patient hunter, constantly smelling the faint fragrance of Yang Miaozhen, the freshness of the jade girl and virginity, the pleasure of desire and fear.

His eyes narrowed slightly, still looking humble:

"How can people from the three sects of Taoism die from the robbery? You just can't resist the lust disaster of the human sect.

And your desire will ignite the merits accumulated by Junior Sister Wei. Under the karma fire of merit, Junior Sister Wei will either hide in the fire of desire or be burned by the karma fire and its soul will be scattered."

"And I." Li Xuan's eyes were filled with purple light and lustful evil, and he smiled:

"To save one's life and righteousness, I fell into desire to save the two junior sisters, but I couldn't resist the ruthlessness of heaven. The two junior sisters failed to survive the law of disaster. What crime did I have?"

"Li... Brother Li, you have already invaded your inner demons, don't make mistakes again and again! Turning back is the shore!" Yang Miaozhen was no longer cold, because the thirteen catastrophes of lust had begun to erode her mind, and fear arose in her heart.

"Hahaha..." Li Xuan sneered:

"Is it the shore when I look back?"

He stretched out his hands to the breast of Yang Miaozhen's bra with a smile on his face, and was about to release the turbulent waves.

Yang Miaozhen showed despair. She spoke so loudly, and there was no movement outside the house. Li Xuan probably used the soundproof notes from the Taoist sect to isolate all the noise inside the house.

Didn’t the master say that my fortune is not here? Is this the fortune of blessing? She was sad and angry, but she could not get up at all, let alone mobilize her cultivation.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a slightly staggering figure smashed a huge hole into the door, and the cold moonlight also sprinkled in.

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Under the ancient tree, Lanruo Temple was in charge of a ragged monk's robe, keeping her palm-like movements, looking sad:
Chapter completed!