【Crimson Blood Hibiscus 3】

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In the eleventh scene of "The Bloodstained Lotus," Nie Wanrong, heartbroken at the loss of her beloved son,
sits on the lush grass, needle and thread in hand, mending her younger brother's clothes. The warm sunlight bathes her, making her feel warm all over.
Nie Wanrong is now six months pregnant; her flat stomach is slightly protruding, and her once slender breasts are now full. Without a bra, her heavy breasts tremble gently with her breath, and two swollen nipples peek out from beneath her white clothes. Her once delicate face has become rounder and more mature, losing some of her girlish naiveté and gaining more of the allure unique to a young woman.
"Ah…" Nie Wanrong exclaims in surprise, her right thumb accidentally pricked by the silver needle, and a bead of bright red blood seeps out. She quickly puts her injured finger in her mouth and sucks on it, angrily throwing the needle and thread on the ground.
More than four months have passed since Nie Wanrong half-coaxed and half-tricked Nie Yan into eating Tang Yuefu's heart. Nie Yan's body has grown stronger day by day, and he has long passed the hundred-day period predicted by Qi Baiwei. Nie Wanrong firmly believes that the evil poison of the "Nine Yang Resurrection Grass" in her brother's body has been completely eliminated. While enjoying the pleasures of love with Nie Yan every day, she can't help but secretly rejoice that she made the right decision that day, and the guilt of killing her mother and taking her heart has slowly faded with the passage of time.
However, without her mother's care, Nie Wanrong has to take on the responsibility of their daily lives. Even small things like mending clothes have to be done by herself. It's quite funny, actually. Although Nie Wanrong can master the most intricate "Heart-Connecting Sword" in the world, she has absolutely no talent for needlework. She still can't get the hang of it after trying it for a while, and she always pricks her hand and draws six or seven drops of blood before she stops.
Temporarily setting aside her troublesome worries, Nie Wanrong stretched lazily, her delicate hand unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, a motherly smile appearing on her face.
If Nie Yan hadn't found life in the mountains too lonely, Nie Wanrong wouldn't have thought of having a child so early. But as the little life inside her grew day by day, she cherished this child, the fruit of her and her brother's love, even more. It was also because Nie Yan's strange poison had been cleared and his body had returned to normal, his originally dark semen had turned white, thus creating the current result.
Thinking of the child's father, Nie Wanrong was quite surprised; the little guy had run off somewhere to play again, leaving his sister alone here. Lately, he's been acting mysteriously, always coming back with a strange smile. When asked, he won't say anything. Oh well, never mind that for now; after all, he's still just a child himself…
Lonely times are always hard to bear. Nie Wanrong's fingertips touched her soft breasts, a satisfied expression on her face. Although that bitch was indeed hateful, in this respect, he hadn't lied to her. Since becoming pregnant, her small breasts had swelled up like they were being inflated. Although not as large as her mother's breasts, they were still quite impressive.
Unconsciously, Nie Wanrong's fingers began to caress her nipples, her mind replaying the moving scene of her first time making love with her brother.
At that time, Tang Yuefu had just been raped by the ferocious ape and was hiding in her room, refusing to come out. This gave Nie Wanrong an opportunity. Seeing her brother's pained expression as he rubbed his penis, coupled with the various lewd scenes she had witnessed before, and with the burning desire within her constantly gnawing at her body, Nie Wanrong finally climbed onto her brother's bed, writhing and yielding to his thick penis. Nie Yan didn't have any flare-ups during that time, naturally because his sister helped him release his pent-up desires. Ironically, Tang Yuefu was happy, thinking her son's condition had improved, completely unaware that her two children were having an affair behind her back.
After Tang Yuefu resolved her inner conflict and offered herself to her son, Nie Wanrong had to suppress her burning desires. She could only have a passionate encounter with her brother when her mother was away. However, fearing her mother might suddenly return, each encounter was rushed, leaving her even more sexually frustrated. This was one of the reasons she ultimately decided to kill her own mother.
A pair of warm little hands quietly covered Nie Wanrong's eyes from behind, and a childish voice sounded in her ear at the same time: "Guess who I am?"
Nie Wanrong pried the little hands away, reached out and gently pulled Nie Yan back into her arms, scolding him, "Little Yan is still so naughty. There are only the two of us on this Misty Peak, why bother guessing?"
Nie Yan buried his head in his sister's arms, his little face pressed against her soft breasts, his nostrils filled with a rich fragrance. He groaned comfortably and said, "Sister's breasts are as soft as Mother's. Oh, right, why hasn't Mother come back yet? Yan'er misses Mother so much..." Nie Wanrong
had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue with the question that had been repeated countless times. A colossal lie: "Didn't I already tell you? Mother went down the mountain to find her long-lost twin sister. Before she left, she told me that she would definitely come back in three years at most, half a year at least. Let's just wait patiently. Then, we'll have another aunt to love us..."
Nie Yan gave a soft "Oh," and said no more. Her small hand slipped into her sister's wide robe sleeve, grasping her smooth, soft breasts. She caressed the tender flesh, her thumb and forefinger skillfully encircling the nipples, while the other three fingers worked in conjunction with her palm to knead them forcefully. Her nails scratched the swollen nipples, immediately stimulating them to stand even more erect. The itch on Nie Wanrong's body was also a pleasure to her heart.
Nie Yan gradually increased the force of her hand, and the full breasts responded honestly to the kneading, sinking, bouncing, sinking again, bouncing again... Although the repeated deformation was a little painful, it was nothing compared to the endless surge of pleasurable sensations.
Nie Yan's other hand caressed Nie Wanrong's delicate thighs, gradually moving upwards until he finally placed his entire palm on his sister's vulva.
To facilitate their lovemaking anytime, anywhere, Nie Wanrong wore neither a bodice nor underpants. Nie Yan's fingers pressed directly against the alluring cleft, gently teasing the tender petals.
"Ah..." Nie Wanrong moaned in ecstasy, twisting her lower body to allow her brother's hand to fully contact her vulva.
Nie Wanrong's rosy lips met her brother's, her nimble tongue slipping into his mouth. Nie Yan forcefully drew his sister's tongue in, his own tongue relentlessly colliding with the fragrant spring at the base of Nie Wanrong's tongue. Streams of clear, slippery liquid flowed between their lips and teeth, a sweet sensation filling their entire bodies. Their lips intertwined, a fierce battle of tongues, saliva flying from their mouths, staining their faces, but neither cared.
After a long while, their lips parted.
A long, silvery line formed a bridge between them, making the scene even more lewd.
Nie Wanrong laid her brother on the ground, kneeling beside Nie Yan. Her jade-like hands unbuckled his belt, revealing his erect, jade-like penis, its shaft covered in veins, like a one-eyed dragon nodding to her.
Nie Wanrong gave Nie Yan a seductive smile, her jade-like hand grasping his slightly throbbing penis. She extended her fragrant tongue, slowly tracing the glans, the tiny bumps on her tongue rubbing against the tender flesh of the glans, causing Nie Yan to groan softly in pleasure. He arched his buttocks upwards, letting his penis slide back and forth in his sister's palm.
The fragrant saliva moistened Nie Yan's erect penis. Nie Wanrong leaned forward slightly, sucking on the wrinkled scrotum a few more times before returning to Nie Yan's penis. She opened her lips and took the glans into her mouth. To allow the thick, long penis to penetrate as deeply as possible, she had to open her cherry-like mouth to its maximum limit, swallowing it bit by bit until she felt the tip of the glans pressing against her throat.
Most of the penis was still outside, so Nie Wanrong could only lick and suck the part in her mouth while rotating and stroking the shaft with her jade-like hand. Her free left hand gently squeezed Nie Yan's scrotum, playing with the two rolling balls of flesh inside.
Nie Yan felt his penis sink into a warm, moist place. Under Nie Wanrong's vigorous sucking, waves of pleasure rippled from his penis, quickly spreading throughout his body. He groaned comfortably, his small hand, hidden under her skirt, constantly pressing against her labia. Warm nectar finally seeped uncontrollably from her flower valley. Two fingers effortlessly slid into the muddy passage, spreading the tight walls and probing inside.
"Oh...good...come on..." Nie Wanrong murmured indistinctly, her mouth still holding his penis. Her empty vagina convulsed, squeezing the invading fingers. Her pink petals trembled slightly, opening to welcome the fingers into the deeper space.
A rose-colored bud peeked out from her vulva, only to be caught red-handed by Nie Yan, who had been waiting. He gently flicked the bud with his little finger, then, together with his thumb, firmly gripped the restless sprout and rubbed it hard.
"Ahhhhhh!" Nie Wanrong let out a long moan that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, secreting a large amount of sticky fluid. The fire of desire burning within her made her face flushed red, and a layer of hazy moisture clouded her dark eyes, making her exceptionally alluring.
Nie Wanrong spat out the penis, stood up, and gently pulled on the belt around her waist. Her loose dress slid down her smooth, delicate skin, revealing her flawless, white body to Nie Yan without any blemishes.
Her snow-white skin was as smooth and velvety as velvet, and her cloud-like hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Long bangs covered her forehead, and fine beads of sweat floated on her tender, warm jade-like cheeks, making her face, which was slightly flushed, even more beautiful. Under the sunlight, it reflected a rainbow of colors.
Because of her pregnancy, her snow-white breasts became large and firm, extending all the way to her armpits. At the top of each nipple was a dark red areola, and two swollen, alluring cherries displayed the charm and beauty of a mature young woman. Her fair and delicate skin was as smooth as cream, giving a warm and gentle feeling.
The lower edge of her breasts naturally extended into her upturned belly, and her round navel was stretched outwards. Down from her round belly was her full and swollen mons pubis, and hidden among the dark and shiny pubic hair was a deep red slit. Her full petals were in full bloom, and a small round hole could be faintly seen. On the jewel-like bud, a drop of lustful fluid was slowly dripping.
Seeing his erection, Nie Yan urged anxiously, "Sister, come quickly, Yan'er wants it..."
Nie Wanrong straddled Nie Yan, her right hand's two fingers parting her delicate petals wide, grasping her brother's penis, letting the glans slide a few times on her lust-covered labia, then lowering her waist and taking the magnificent penis inside her.
"Hoo~~~" Wanrong and her brother both breathed a sigh of relief, their genitals, which had endured so much waiting, finally connected. A wave of pleasure surged from their joined bodies, rushing directly to their minds.
The penis struggled to push towards the very end of her vagina. Due to her pregnancy, her uterus was pressing against Nie Wanrong's vagina, making it even shorter and narrower. When half of the shaft entered her flower valley, it struck the tender flesh at the deepest point. To prevent the penis from harming the fetus inside her, Nie Wanrong had to hold the remaining part of the penis, preventing it from penetrating completely.
Nie Yan was naturally dissatisfied with this situation, frequently thrusting his hips upwards, wanting to penetrate deeply. Nie Wanrong, while swaying her snowy buttocks, tried to dissuade him, saying, "Brother Yan, it's not that I don't want you to come in, but that would hurt the baby. Please bear with it..."
Nie Yan listened to his sister and stopped thrusting upwards, lying quietly on the grass and handing over the initiative to Nie Wanrong.
Increased vaginal secretions after pregnancy made the movement of the penis inside smoother. As Nie Wanrong moved up and down, her snowy white breasts rippled, slapping against her protruding belly.
"Ah... good brother... your big stick is so thick... sister is so happy..." Nie Wanrong cried out lewdly, quickly stroking Nie Yan's penis. The temperature of the vaginal walls rose sharply under the friction of the shaft, and streams of nectar filled every corner of her vagina.
Nie Wanrong leaned forward, her jade-like hands supporting Nie Yan's head. Her large, plump breasts swayed in front of him, and as she lowered further, each soft breast pressed against his cheek, the delicate skin rubbing against his face. Nie
Yan was clearly aroused by his sister's wanton appearance. He grabbed her swollen nipples and pulled hard, stretching the rounded nipples. The pain made Nie Wanrong tremble violently, and tears welled in her eyes.
"It hurts... Brother Yan... let go..." Nie Wanrong cried and begged for mercy. Nie Yan released his sister's nipples, but instead grabbed one breast in each hand, squeezing them together forcefully, pressing the two painful nipples together, and then began to shake them up and down.
Two nipples collided, rubbing together and sparking intense pleasure. A surge of ecstasy coursed through Nie Wanrong's body and mind, making her moans grow louder. Slippery, lustful fluids flowed continuously from her vagina, slowly trickling down her buttocks towards her tight anus.
Nie Yan lifted himself up, his right hand releasing one breast while his left continued to knead the full nipple. His mouth opened, and he took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His free right hand reached behind Nie Wanrong's buttocks, raised his index finger, scooped up the lustful fluids from her anus, and thrust it in, rotating it.
With all her sensitive areas simultaneously assaulted, Nie Wanrong instantly reached orgasm. A torrent of nectar gushed from her vulva, soaking Nie Yan's scrotum. With a joyful moan, Nie Wanrong fell off her brother, lying on the soft, fragrant grass, panting heavily.
Nie Yan sat up in distress, his penis still hard. He gripped the glistening shaft with both hands, pouting as he said, "Sister, Yan'er is still sore here. Let me play a little longer."
Although Nie Wanrong wanted to satisfy Nie Yan's demands as much as possible, she was powerless to do so. Her vagina was overflowing with desire after her orgasm, and even if her brother were to penetrate her again, she might not be able to make him ejaculate. Rather than that, she decided to find another way.
Nie Wanrong suddenly remembered the scene of her younger brother penetrating her anus. She remembered that he quickly gave in and failed. So she said softly to her brother, "Yan Di, there's another place on my body that you can play with. Do you want it?"
"Of course I want it!" Nie Yan immediately became happy and asked repeatedly, "Where? Where? Good sister, I want to play..."
Nie Wanrong turned over, knelt on the ground, and presented her snow-white buttocks to Nie Yan. She pointed to her anus and said, "It's here. Didn't you play with Mother's here before?"
Nie Yan scratched his head and said in surprise, "Really? I don't remember. Sister, you're not lying to me, are you? That's where you poop. It's so smelly..." As Nie Yan spoke, he waved his little hand under his nose a few times, as if he could really smell the stench from his anus.
Nie Wanrong said "Oh," then remembered that Nie Yan had already lost his mind at that time, no wonder he didn't remember the situation. Seeing that Nie Yan seemed a little doubtful, she had no choice but to patiently explain, "It's okay, it's just as fun here, if you don't believe me, come in and try it..."
As she spoke, Nie Wanrong swayed her buttocks, striking various seductive poses to stimulate Nie Yan's nerves. Nie Yan chuckled and said, "Sister, you look like a female dog... haha..."
Nie Wanrong pretended to be annoyed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm doing this for you. If you don't want to come in, then forget it, let's see who's suffering..."
Nie Yan stuck out his tongue, made a face, and then walked behind Nie Wanrong's buttocks, stroking her two plump buttocks with his small hands, and pressing the head of his penis against his sister's anus.
"Sister, I'm going in..."
Nie Wanrong nodded. The nervousness of her anus being deflowered for the first time made her heart flutter, and the muscles of her anus clenched inward, squeezing the gradually penetrating glans. Under the powerful pressure of the penis, coupled with the lubrication of the previous flow of vaginal fluid, the glans finally broke through the barrier of her anus and entered Nie Wanrong's anus.
"Ah..." The intense pain caused Nie Wanrong to scream, feeling as if her narrow anus had been torn open. The moment his glans entered her anus, the muscles at the opening tightened, clamping down on the shaft behind the glans, preventing further penetration.
Nie Yan thrust a few times, but instead of penetrating deeper, he was pushed back slightly by the contracting anus. Frustrated, Nie Yan raised his hand and slapped Nie Wanrong's plump buttocks hard. A crisp "smack" echoed, leaving five red finger marks on her snow-white flesh. Nie Wanrong's anus loosened slightly, and Nie Yan shoved half of his penis inside.
Although it was immediately gripped tightly by the anal walls, Nie Yan struck again, until Nie Wanrong's snow-white buttocks turned bright red, and his penis completely disappeared into his sister's anus.
"So tight... Sister... You really didn't lie to me... This is so much fun..." Nie Yan exclaimed, thrusting his hips as his penis roamed freely through the narrow passage. The fleshy walls of her anus squeezed his thick penis, bringing him even more pleasure. Although there was some pain, it was merely a minor embellishment compared to the waves of pleasure washing over him.
The initial pain was gradually replaced by a strange satisfaction. Crystalline dew once again gushed from Nie Wanrong's vulva, her drooping breasts swaying incessantly. She gritted her teeth, cooperating with her brother's thrusts, and tried her best to push her snowy buttocks back, the two plump mounds of her buttocks slapping against Nie Yan's lower abdomen.
The "slap slap" sound made Nie Yan's penis even harder, and the speed of his thrusts increased. The spiral folds scraped back and forth against the tender flesh of the glans, and the violent piston-like movements finally caused him to lose control, wave after wave of semen shooting into Nie Wanrong's anus.
Nie Yan withdrew his penis, which remained hard even after ejaculation. Suddenly, a beastly glint appeared in his eyes. He violently slammed Nie Wanrong to the ground and, without a word, thrust his penis into her wet vagina.
"Ah... Brother Yan... what are you doing... no... no... it will hurt the baby..."
Feeling her brother's glans hitting her cervix, Nie Wanrong was terrified. She shook her head frantically, screaming wildly, her hands desperately trying to push against Nie Yan's chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push his small body away. Nie Yan ignored his sister's
cries, spreading her legs wide apart, his gaze fixed intently on the point of contact between their genitals, and began a more powerful thrust. As his penis withdrew, the tender flesh turned outwards, and droplets of fluid welled up; as his penis thrust in, the tender flesh sank inwards, even pulling in the surrounding pubic hair.
Nie Wanrong's full petals swelled with blood, and vaginal fluid flowed continuously from her vulva, frothing at the entrance into milky circles that outlined the entire shape of her vagina. The previously released fluid gradually dried, forming tiny white dots.
The glans penis had already forced open the closed cervix, relentlessly pounding against the fetus in Nie Wanrong's womb, each heavy blow like a sledgehammer striking the unborn life.
Nie Wanrong felt excruciating abdominal pain, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, her face growing paler and paler, tears of pain streaming down her desperate face. She could only weakly moan, "No...please...let him go...please...he's our own flesh and blood..."
Finally, with a roar from Nie Yan, the cloudy semen spurted out, and the thick penis finally shrank and slid out of her vagina.
Nie Wanrong clutched her lower abdomen, groaning in pain. Her vaginal opening was wide open, and semen and vaginal fluid gushed out, interspersed with a shocking streak of dark red blood. The other two fluids quickly drained away, but the blood continued to gush out, increasing in volume until it gradually became a flowing river of blood, staining the lush green pubic hair beneath her bright red.
"Ahhhhhh!" Nie Wanrong's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and finally, with a piercing scream, a mangled mass of flesh gushed out of her vagina, landing in the pool of blood between her legs.
Nie Yan's gaze cleared, and he was stunned by the scene before him. After a moment, he asked in a trembling voice, "Sister, what happened? I only remember inserting it into your backside, and then suddenly everything went black, and when I woke up, I was like this."
Nie Wanrong endured the pain and sat up, looking at the blood clot that had fallen from her stomach. Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks. Seeing her brother's anxious expression, she didn't think he was faking it. She guessed it was still because of the evil poison of the Nine Yang Resurrection Grass. She couldn't blame him. If anyone was to blame, it was that the child was unlucky and had no chance to see his parents.
Nie Wanrong's facial muscles contorted in pain. She reached out and gently stroked the piece of flesh, then put the piece of flesh to her lips and kissed it softly. Then she bit off the umbilical cord, handed the premature baby to Nie Yan, and said, "Brother Yan, go find a place to bury the child. We've done right by him..." After saying that, she couldn't catch her breath and collapsed, fainting.
In the twelfth act of "The Bloodstained Lotus," the truth is revealed.
For the first few days, Nie Wanrong, grieving the loss of her son, spent her days in tears. Although she knew she couldn't blame her younger brother, Nie Yan, it was ultimately his fault that things had turned out this way. Coupled with excessive blood loss after the miscarriage and her exhaustion, she naturally had little energy to talk to him when they were together. Each time, after a few words, a suffocating silence would follow.
Although young, Nie Yan understood Nie Wanrong's feelings. After initially offering a sincere apology to his sister, he remained silent about what had happened that day, fearing to touch the eternal wound in Nie Wanrong's heart.
Gradually, Nie Wanrong emerged from her deep grief. She suddenly realized that she had neglected Nie Yan for so long. Looking at her brother's concerned eyes, she felt a pang of guilt. After all, she could have another child, but she only had one brother… As
Nie Wanrong's health improved day by day, she began to carefully consider her future plans. Nie Yan's body currently appears to be without problems, but his recent outburst proved that the evil poison of the "Nine Yang Soul-Changing Grass" within him still lingers. If it isn't removed promptly, there's no guarantee it won't cause further trouble. It seems necessary to return to "Heartless Valley" to find "Ghost Doctor" Qi Baiwei and get to the bottom of things.
With this in mind, Nie Wanrong began to intensify her cultivation, hoping to recover quickly so she could take her brother to see a doctor again. She smiled more often when she saw Nie Yan.
Although Nie Yan felt somewhat bewildered, he was genuinely relieved. However, whenever Nie Wanrong looked at her brother's innocent little face, for some reason, a chill suddenly ran through her heart, as if beneath Nie Yan's kind exterior lay some unspeakable secret.
Nie Wanrong was startled by this feeling, but after a moment's thought, she smiled with a sense of relief.
Since the evil poison in Nie Yan's body hadn't been cleared, there was a possibility of it recurring at any time, and he could turn from an innocent and adorable child into a heartless demon. This worry naturally made her feel fear whenever she saw his little face. Then again, no matter how you looked at it, her younger brother was still a child with an innocent heart; how could he possibly have any ulterior motives?
A month passed quickly, and Nie Wanrong's complexion had improved considerably. Apart from a slight pallor on her cheeks, she had basically fully recovered. Therefore, she called Nie Yan over, preparing to take him down the mountain to find Qi Baiwei again.
"Qi Baiwei?" Nie Yan blinked his large, dark eyes and asked curiously, "Is Sister talking about the doctor who treated me last time?"
"Yes, it's him," Nie Wanrong nodded.
Nie Yan clapped his hands and said cheerfully, "Then there's no problem! I know where he is now, I'll take you to see him right away."
Nie Wanrong was quite surprised to hear this and quickly asked, "How do you know where he is?"
"Well..." Nie Yan paused for a moment and said, "I saw him at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, and he even took me to play..."
"Ah...you can actually go down the mountain by yourself? When did this happen? I had no idea!" Nie Yan's answer only confused Nie Wanrong more, her mind clearly not quite processing it.
"Hehe...ever since my sister gave me the antidote, I've been able to go down the mountain to play by myself...about a month ago, I met that doctor. He's a very nice person. He not only gave me lots of good food, but also took me to see a play..."
"A month ago..." Nie Wanrong murmured to herself, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she realized that a month ago was exactly when her brother had his attack. Was Qi Baiwei's appearance at Mount Shu at this time really just a coincidence? Or did he have ulterior motives? Could her brother's attack be related to him...?
The more Nie Wanrong thought about it, the more frightened she became. She quickly grabbed Nie Yan's wrist and asked, "Where is he now? Take me to see him quickly..."
Led by Nie Yan, the siblings descended the mountain and landed on the mountainside of "Chaoyun Peak," one of the twelve peaks of Mount Shu.
Looking around, Nie Wanrong saw that she and Nie Yan were standing in a dense forest. Thick fog swirled in the trees, and a chilling wind blew through the air. The leaves rustled in the mountain breeze, and countless small mounds were scattered haphazardly. Some of these mounds had small stone tablets standing in front of them. This was clearly a desolate graveyard.
Nie Wanrong was nervously surveying her surroundings when she felt the yellow earth beneath her feet shift. Looking down, she saw a withered human hand emerging from the ground, shakily reaching towards her calf. Startled, she screamed and pulled Nie Yan aside.
Just then, several more hands emerged from the clearing nearby. Cracks appeared in the loose yellow earth, and three hideous zombies slowly rose from the ground. Their flesh was torn in many places, revealing the stark white bones beneath. Countless crimson worms wriggled disgustingly on their bodies, and a nauseating stench filled the forest. The three zombies were all
different in appearance, but the only thing they had in common was a trembling penis erect between their legs, covered in pale yellow pus that dripped down to the ground.
Nie Wanrong, suppressing the convulsions in her stomach, shielded Nie Yan behind her, drew her "Azure Moon Sword" with a "whoosh," and pointed it at the zombies, ready for battle. But the zombies seemed uninterested in Nie Wanrong and her brother. Once their bodies were fully emerging from the ground, they turned and ran towards the forest, as if that was where they found what they were looking for.
Seeing the crisis temporarily averted, Nie Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief and softly complained, "Brother Yan, this joke went too far! Why did you bring me to a graveyard?"
To her surprise, Nie Yan looked excited, grabbed Nie Wanrong's hand, and said, "Sister, I didn't lie to you! Qi Baiwei really is up ahead! Let's hurry over!"
Nie Wanrong quickly pulled back Nie Yan, who was about to rush out, and said, "Wait, Brother Yan, it's too dangerous here. You should stay behind me..."
Before Nie Wanrong could finish speaking, Nie Yan flicked his wrist... He had easily broken free from his sister's grasp, running forward while calling out, "Sister, don't worry, I've been here many times before, they won't hurt me."
Nie Wanrong clearly hadn't expected Nie Yan to break free so easily. His movements were so effortless, almost like a master grappling expert honed over decades. This child's skill was probably no less than her own. Seeing her brother running faster and faster, Nie Wanrong had no choice but to pick up her longsword and follow.
Although Nie Yan had previously assured them that the zombies wouldn't attack them, Nie Wanrong remained uneasy, carefully observing her surroundings, ready to intervene at any moment. More and more zombies appeared around them, all rushing in one direction, but none of them showed any intention of attacking Nie Wanrong and her brother. Even when Nie Yan accidentally blocked their path, they merely paused briefly before detouring, completely ignoring the two humans who had suddenly intruded.
Nie Wanrong grew increasingly astonished. She truly had no idea what Qi Baiwei intended to do with all these zombies. At this point, she could only wait and see what he was capable of.
Nie Wanrong followed her brother through a low thicket of trees, and a bizarre scene unfolded before her. In a clearing in the woods, hundreds upon hundreds of zombies were neatly arranged in three rows, each clutching its own penis, rubbing and kneading it violently. Hundreds of ugly, erect penises stood erect, creating a rather gruesome sight.
Nie Wanrong followed Nie Yan closer and peered inside. A female corpse lay naked on the ground, a penis dripping with pus inserted into her vagina and anus, and even her mouth was stuffed with a thick penis. Three zombies were brutally raping the motionless female body.
The female corpse was covered in dark red blood and pale yellow pus, with rotting chunks of flesh clinging to her chest and lower abdomen. Crimson zombie worms crawled along the fleshy shaft to the area around the corpse's three orifices, some even burrowing into them.
The corpse was voluptuous and had a graceful figure. Because her long, flowing hair obscured her face, Nie Wanrong couldn't clearly see her features, but judging from her still-intact body, she hadn't been dead for long.
"What's going on? Where's Qi Baiwei?" Nie Wanrong whispered to Nie Yan.
Nie Yan didn't answer, only waving his hand to signal his sister to be quiet, and then continued to observe the strange scene with great interest. Although Nie Wanrong was completely bewildered, it wasn't the right time to say anything, so she didn't press the matter, only keeping her eyes wide open, watching the commotion.
After about half a cup of tea's time, the three zombies simultaneously let out eerie "heh-heh" cries. Their once strong bodies rapidly withered, as if all their essence had been drained by the female corpse. Finally, with a loud "poof," they turned into dust, leaving not a trace.
Nie Wanrong gasped in surprise. Before she could recover, the three zombies at the front of the line leaped onto her again. One of them crawled under the female corpse and inserted his penis into her anus, while the other two thrust their penises into her mouth and vagina, respectively, and began to thrust vigorously.
As the female corpse's body was moved, her beautiful hair was parted to the sides, finally revealing her true face. Nie Wanrong froze as if under a spell, her face turning deathly pale. She stammered out two words: "Mother... dear..."
The female corpse being repeatedly raped by the zombie horde was none other than Tang Yuefu, whom her daughter had recently disemboweled and had her heart ripped out. However, the wound on her chest was now completely healed, and her full breasts appeared even more prominent.
Although Nie Wanrong had previously harbored deep hatred for Tang Yuefu, she still retained a mother-daughter bond. Seeing her mother's current miserable state, she clutched her head in remorse, letting out a piercing scream that echoed through the treetops, as if venting her pent-up anger.
"Qi Baiwei, you beast, get out here..." Nie Wanrong roared, causing the trees to sway and leaves to fall like a sudden downpour through the forest.
"I'm here!" Qi Baiwei, dressed in black, slowly emerged from behind a large tree, a sly grin on his face as he stared at the murderous Nie Wanrong.
Nie Wanrong pointed her longsword at Qi Baiwei and angrily demanded, "What exactly did you do to my mother?"
Qi Baiwei feigned innocence, shrugging and saying, "I didn't do anything. It was all my master's orders."
"Your master? Where is he? Tell him to come out and see me!" Nie Wanrong's sword-wielding hand trembled as she asked sharply.
Qi Baiwei didn't answer, but walked straight to Nie Yan, knelt down, and respectfully said, "This old servant Qi Baiwei greets Master!"
"Hmm, rise! You did well, I'm very satisfied!" Nie Yan accepted Qi Baiwei's bow with an air of nonchalance and said calmly.
"Brother Yan, you..." Nie Wanrong's grief and indignation instantly turned into shock, and she stared at Nie Yan in disbelief. Nie Yan's expression suddenly darkened, and his voice became surprisingly deep: "You little slut, who is your Yan brother? Can't you recognize my voice? Hahahaha..."
Nie Wanrong was struck dumb, clutching her chest and staggering back several steps. "You...you...you are Yan Wushuang...Heavens...how could this be..."
Yan Wushuang laughed wildly, saying, "You and your daughter almost destroyed my soul! Did you ever imagine this day would come? I was forced to split into two. One hid under a large rock to attract your attention, while the other hid in the Nine Yang Resurrection Grass. How laughable you two foolish sluts! Not only did you fail to discover my whereabouts, you even dared to let the little girl eat the Nine Yang Resurrection Grass. Naturally, I won't be polite. I'll take advantage of this heaven-sent opportunity to properly punish you two lowly, wanton bitches."
"My mother is already dead. What exactly do you want to do?" Nie Wanrong asked, pointing at her mother who had been raped by a group of corpses. However, she didn't notice that although Tang Yuefu remained motionless as the zombies raped and ravaged her, her hands and feet had begun to move slightly.
"You'll find out soon enough, hahaha... Anyway, I won't let you and your mother off easily. If I hadn't transferred some of my power to your mother in time, she would have died under the claws of the ferocious ape long ago. Hehe, how can I vent my hatred without torturing you until you're neither human nor ghost!"
As if in sync with Yan Wushuang's venomous words, the three zombies that had been frantically plunging into Tang Yuefu were drained of their energy again, at a much faster pace than before. The three zombies that had been waiting for a while seemed oblivious to the former's fate, and continued their assault, each occupying one of Tang Yuefu's three orifices.
At this moment, Tang Yuefu's mouth and vaginal opening were even more filthy, a mixture of red blood and yellow pus, which was drawn in by the zombie's penis. As the fluid increased, the zombie's movements became more fluid, and the thrusting even produced lewd "plop plop" sounds, further enhancing the eerie atmosphere.
The zombie's six withered hands forcefully grabbed and squeezed Tang Yuefu's plump breasts, squeezing the soft breasts into various grotesque shapes. Crimson zombie worms crawled all over the swollen nipples, as if sucking on the enlarged nipples.
"What about my brother Yan?" Nie Wanrong looked at her mother's appearance, her mind a mess, and asked casually.
"That brat, of course, had his primordial spirit absorbed by me and has long since gone to meet the King of Hell," Yan Wushuang said smugly. "However, I really didn't expect you two mother and daughter to be so stupid, actually thinking that the Nine Yang Rejuvenating Grass contained a great poison. If Shennong were alive, he would be furious with you two... Haha, you two lewd women, with just a little trick, you were vying to offer yourselves to me, and in the end, you even turned on each other. But that's fine too, it saved me a lot of trouble, hehe..."
"So Qi Baiwei is also your subordinate? I really regret not killing him with one sword back then!" Nie Wanrong said through gritted teeth.
"Haha, you've wronged him. If you hadn't taken me to see him, I wouldn't have been able to seize control of his mind while he was taking my pulse, thus gaining such a valuable ally. Not only could I use him to sow discord between you and your daughter, thereby obtaining the two most important ingredients needed to cultivate the 'Peerless Battle Body,' but he's also secretly building up my power base. Once I've mastered the 'Peerless Battle Body,' I can once again unify the martial world. Speaking of which, I really have to thank you and your daughter for all of this," Yan Wushuang said, shaking his head.
"Peerless Battle Body? What's that?" Nie Wanrong asked curiously, having never heard of the term before.
Yan Wushuang was clearly in high spirits and patiently explained, "My skills are inherited from the Demon Scripture. Although the Phantom Divine Skill has allowed me to roam the world freely, its power is still far inferior to the Peerless Battle Body recorded in the last chapter of the Demon Scripture. However, to master this divine skill, one must have the Heart of a Goddess and the Holy Evil Embryo. I never imagined that I would struggle to find these two things back then, yet I obtained them so easily from you and your mother. In addition, your younger brother is an excellent vessel. It would be difficult for me not to master it!"
"The Heart of a Goddess? The Holy Evil Embryo? Could it be that you..." Nie Wanrong was only halfway through her sentence when a terrifying thought surfaced in her mind. Her beautiful eyes stared at Yan Wushuang in astonishment, and she could no longer utter a single word.
"You guessed right! The so-called Goddess's Heart is your mother's heart, and the Holy Evil Fetus is the fetus that was once in your womb. Now both are inside me! From now on, I will slay gods and Buddhas alike! Even the founder of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect couldn't do anything to me! Hahaha..."
During their conversation, a series of rapid "poofs" echoed behind them. Tang Yuefu had already drained thirty-six zombies, and her speed was increasing rapidly. From the initial half-cup of tea's time, the zombies were now instantly reduced to ashes the moment they entered her body.
"You demon! I'll fight you to the death!" Nie Wanrong roared, becoming one with her sword, and charged towards the maniacally laughing Yan Wushuang.
Nie
Wanrong's "Azure Moon Sword" danced in the air, creating a dazzling display of light. Yan Wushuang, however, stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely at ease, showing no intention of attacking.
Just as Nie Wanrong thought she had succeeded, everything suddenly went black. A figure blocked Yan Wushuang's path. Nie Wanrong's "Azure Moon Sword" was launched without return, but she couldn't stop its momentum either, thrusting straight into the opponent's chest. With Nie Wanrong's skill, this sword could pierce even the hardest steel, but the opponent's body was harder than steel. Not only did the sword not penetrate, but the blade arched upwards, bending into a large arc.
"Mother!" Nie Wanrong looked up and her face changed instantly, and she couldn't help but cry out in shock.
It turned out that the one who blocked the killing blow for Yan Wushuang was none other than Tang Yuefu, who was supposed to be gang-raped by the zombies. She looked expressionless, her eyes empty and dull, staring straight ahead, as if she didn't know what had happened.
Ignoring her shock, Nie Wanrong was about to retreat when she startled the silent Tang Yuefu. Suddenly, Tang Yuefu casually flicked her wrist, as if swatting away an annoying mosquito, and struck Nie Wanrong in the chest. Nie Wanrong flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The Qingyue Sword slipped from her hand, and blood gushed from her mouth and nose, splattering into the air.
Nie Wanrong struggled to her feet, spitting out another mouthful of blood. She pointed at Yan Wushuang, but couldn't utter a single word.
Yan Wushuang laughed triumphantly again, saying, "See? You and your mother owe me so much. I couldn't bear to see your mother die like this. After you left that day, Qi Baiwei first used divine magic to heal her wounds, and then replaced her wounds with a talisman core that I personally crafted. After absorbing the chilling corpse energy of a thousand zombies, she is not only unharmed by weapons, but also immortal. From now on, she is no longer your mother, but my beautiful corpse slave, Yan Wushuang, without self-awareness, forever at my mercy. As for you... hehe..."
At this point, Yan Wushuang turned to look at Qi Baiwei and asked, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"
Qi Baiwei took out a packet of medicinal powder from his pocket, bowed, and replied, "Reporting to Master, it's been prepared for a long time!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go!" Yan Wushuang scolded impatiently.
"Your subordinate obeys!" Qi Baiwei nodded fearfully and hurriedly moved towards the heavily injured Nie Wanrong.
Nie Wanrong's blood and qi had calmed down slightly. Looking at Qi Baiwei's malicious grin, she wanted to swing her sword to kill him, but
she was powerless to do so. A feeling of despair washed over her, and she desperately shouted, "Get away... Don't come any closer... No... What do you want to do..." Yan Wushuang clearly enjoyed her fear and said, "Don't worry, this medicine won't kill you, haha. I just feel a bit lonely without a loyal female dog by my side. If you obediently take the medicine and become my slave dog, wouldn't that be great? Haha..."
Thinking of her miserable state as a slave dog, Nie Wanrong could no longer hold on and began to sob and beg for mercy.
"I don't want to... I don't want to become a dog... Please... let me go... Have you forgotten... I once carried your child..."
Nie Wanrong's wailing did nothing to move Yan Wushuang's heart of stone. His face darkened, and he said in a sinister tone, "Hmph, that's not up to you. To be honest, you're just a tool that helped me give birth to the Holy Evil Embryo. In terms of merit, how can you compare to your mother? If she hadn't given birth to a pair of fine children, I wouldn't have been able to cultivate the peerless martial art of the Peerless Battle Body. Your mother is now a corpse slave, so how can I show favoritism to her..."
As he spoke, Qi Baiwei had already firmly grasped Nie Wanrong, who was twisting and kicking. Although Nie Wanrong was highly skilled in martial arts, she was seriously injured. In addition, Qi Baiwei's own skills were also extraordinary. Several struggles were in vain, and she could only watch helplessly as he poured the entire packet of powder into her mouth.
The powder dissolved instantly in water, and a scalding heat shot from her throat to her lower abdomen. A thousand emotions swirled in Nie Wanrong's heart – regret, anger, fear, or despair – even she couldn't distinguish them. All she could do was crawl towards Yan Wushuang, weeping, pleading, "Please spare me... I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life... Don't turn me into a dog..."
Yan Wushuang looked at Nie Wanrong kneeling at his feet with a gloomy expression and coldly said, "It's come to this, so accept your fate! You slutty bitch, you haven't been fucked for over a month, your cunt must be sore. I'll do you a favor and let you have one more time!"
With that, Yan Wushuang grabbed Nie Wanrong's hair. Nie Wanrong, like a lamb to the slaughter, offered no resistance. She had expected Yan Wushuang to rape her again, but instead, he tossed her by the hair and threw her towards the group of corpses.
Yan Wushuang shouted at the horde of zombies, "You've all had a hard time these past few days. Don't be shy, enjoy the feast I've prepared for you!"
With Yan Wushuang's command, the zombie horde erupted into chaos. The once orderly ranks were no longer formed, and the zombies from the other two groups swarmed forward, surrounding Nie Wanrong in the center. Countless rotting, withered hands touched Nie Wanrong's delicate skin and flesh, tearing and ripping her naked. Her snow-white body was completely exposed, and they frantically twisted, pinched, and squeezed her tender body.
"No...no...I don't want them to penetrate me...please...let me serve you..."
Yan Wushuang ignored Nie Wanrong's screams and turned to Tang Yuefu, gesturing for her. Tang Yuefu leaped into the air, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and then suddenly opened them outwards. Countless streams of black energy shot out from her body, mixed with blood, pus, and red worms. When the black energy dissipated, Tang Yuefu had cleaned herself of the filth and landed in front of Yan Wushuang. Her beautiful face and fair skin were even more stunning than before, and her brows held an astonishing allure.
Yan Wushuang nodded and made another gesture. Tang Yuefu obediently turned around, knelt on the ground, raised her buttocks high, and spread her fleshy buttocks with her hands, exposing her alluring vulva to Yan Wushuang's eyes. Without a word, Yan Wushuang pulled down his pants and inserted his thick penis completely inside.
"Oh...so tight...you slut...it feels even better than before..." Yan Wushuang exclaimed as he thrust forcefully. Tang Yuefu responded to his movements, her plump buttocks slamming backward, their bodies colliding with each other, making a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.
On the other side, Nie Wanrong's vagina and anus were each stuffed with a penis, and three penises were inserted into her mouth simultaneously. Countless hands rubbed her breasts incessantly, and she felt intense pain from being squeezed and twisted all over her body. Nie Wanrong struggled and twisted desperately, sometimes even breaking off the withered hands that were gripping her body, which hung on her body but did not fall off.
Several zombies, unable to find an opportunity to penetrate Nie Wanrong's vagina, went berserk, tearing off their penises and randomly poking at Nie Wanrong's body. One of them accidentally reached the entrance of her vulva and, along with another penis, inserted into Nie Wanrong's tender vagina, stretching the narrow vagina to an unprecedented limit.
Her body was mercilessly ravaged, and before her lay disgusting zombies. Sticky maggots writhed on Nie Wanrong's face, and her cries of agony were muffled by the phallus. Clear saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and the stench of rotting flesh made her head spin.
Nie Wanrong felt both utterly horrified and nauseous, but she was powerless to resist, allowing the zombies to rape her body one after another. Watching her mother helplessly being played with by Yan Wushuang, she recalled the scene of killing her mother, and filled with hatred and regret, she burst into tears.
"I...I'm so remorseful...Mother...please forgive me..."
The ingested powder gradually took effect, and Nie Wanrong's spirit finally collapsed completely. In her wailing confession, she completely forgot her identity and her current situation. All she knew was to thrust her hips wildly, squeezing the zombie's penis inserted into her cleavage with her breasts. Her sobs turned into maniacal laughter. Yan Wushuang was filled with the pleasure of avenging his great enemy, and his penis pounded into Tang Yuefu's vagina even more violently.
Qi Baiwei seized the opportunity to step forward and said, "Congratulations, Master, on acquiring such a fine dog and mastering unparalleled divine skills!"
Yan Wushuang thrust hard again, inserting his glans into Tang Yuefu's uterus, and shook his head, saying, "Although I have obtained two sacred items, it will still take five years to cultivate the Peerless Battle Body to its peak. By then, I will truly dominate the world, with no rivals. Oh... so tight... so good... hahaha..."
Qi Baiwei chimed in, "Then this old servant wishes Master to dominate the world in five years!"
Yan Wushuang shook his head again and said, "No need for five years. Although my divine skills are not yet fully mastered, I will unify the martial arts world within three months. Let's see who in the world can stop me. Those who oppose me will never have a good end. This mother and daughter bitches are the best example! Hahahaha..."
After Yan Wushuang finished speaking, he thrust and pounded fiercely again like a storm, finally releasing his semen deep into Tang Yuefu's uterus.
The silent mountains echoed with Nie Wanrong's maniacal, tragic laughter…
The Fourteenth Act of "The Blood-Soaked Hibiscus
": After the calamity of "Blood Demon" Yan Wushuang, the martial arts world was recuperating and recovering. However, no one expected that less than a year later, a bloody storm would once again sweep through the peaceful martial arts world. The cause of this turmoil was none other than the two fairies of Shu Mountain, revered as "Holy Mother" and "Goddess" by various sects.
A mysterious figure of unknown origin led the two Shu Mountain fairies in attacks on various sects, declaring that if they did not submit to his rule, they would be wiped out of the martial arts world. Faced with his overwhelming power, some weaker sects submitted and followed him to conquer the next target.
Some prestigious sects, such as Huashan, Kongtong, Emei, and the Beggars' Sect, fought bravely for their century-old reputation, only to suffer a crushing defeat.
As for the sect leaders, after their defeat, they were brutally raped in public by the demoness, who used a demonic cultivation technique to drain their life essence, leaving them dead.
All the female disciples were captured, from the sect leader's wife to ordinary female disciples, and were all publicly raped. Those who were lucky were repeatedly violated, while the unluckier were forced to have sex with stallions. Some even had their limbs broken, were stripped naked, and thrown into the marketplace to be raped by commoners.
Some weak-willed female disciples couldn't withstand the immense trauma and were driven insane on the spot, becoming mindless prostitutes. Even those with strong wills couldn't escape being turned into drug slaves by Qi Baiwei, at the mercy of others.
For a time, everyone in the martial arts world lived in fear, praying daily that the demon wouldn't come after them. As for the true identity of this person, there were many conflicting opinions, and no one knew where this vicious little devil had come from.
After conquering hundreds of sects, Yan Wushuang set his sights on Shaolin, the most powerful sect in the martial arts world.
As the sun rose over the eastern horizon, the battle that would determine the fate of the martial arts world slowly began.
The newly appointed abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zhixing, led all the monks in a line before the temple gate, silently watching the thousands of evil sect masters looming opposite them.
"Shaolin bald thieves, surrender now, or we
'll raze your Shaolin to the ground!" "Old monk, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow three times to us. Our master is in a good mood and will surely spare your lives!"
"Stop arguing with them, just kill them!"
The arrogant shouts of their opponents irritated the monks, their hearts pounding in their throats. They gripped their staffs tightly, all looking towards their abbot.
As cultivators, their unease far surpassed that of others, for not long ago, when the Zhongnan and Wudang sects were wiped out, their disciples not only suffered tragic fates but were also publicly raped before their deaths for their sects. All the male disciples, including the abbot, regardless of age or appearance, were forcibly stripped of their vows of celibacy by a sorcerer and drained dry through a dark, malevolent practice. For a monk who had dedicated his life to spiritual practice, this ending was far more terrifying than a glorious death in battle.
Zhixing chanted Buddhist prayers, his gentle voice silencing the commotion: "Amitabha, everyone, please calm down. Please have your master come out and speak!"
A gap appeared in the crowd, revealing a large, luxurious bed. On it lay three naked beauties, some crawling, some lying. A child was thrusting his penis into one of the women's vaginas, pumping vigorously, while his small hands grasped and fondled the breasts of the other two.
A woman wearing a dog collar, completely naked, circled the bed. Her breasts were full, her belly round, clearly indicating pregnancy. A hairy tail was inserted into her anus, and strings of golden bells adorned her nipples and labia, jingling as she licked the child's toes and anus.
The monks stared in disbelief, scrutinizing the faces of the people. They discovered that the one being penetrated by the child was the leader of the Emei Sect, the other two were the wife of the leader of the Huashan Sect, and the beloved daughter of the leader of the Zhongnan Sect. As for the woman resembling a bitch, she was none other than the "Goddess" Nie Wanrong, and the one standing at attention before the bed was none other than the "Holy Mother" Tang Yuefu. Tang Yuefu
stood there, her buttocks and breasts exposed, her gaze vacant. She was almost completely naked, with only a white cloth tied around her waist, on which were written nine red characters: "Tang Yuefu, the First Prostitute of All Time," fluttering in the wind, occasionally revealing her vulva stained with filth. On each of her snow-white breasts was tattooed a blue venomous snake, indescribably ferocious and terrifying. The two snakes coiled on her plump breasts, their bright red tongues pressing against her dark red nipples.
Zhixing was shocked and cried out, "Sect Leader Tang, you..."
A childish voice rang out, "You stinky monk, you don't need to call me that. She was indeed the former leader of the Shu Mountain Sect, but now she's my most loyal slave, hahaha..."
"Who are you? Why did you do this to Sect Leader Tang!" Zhixing shouted angrily.
"You really don't recognize me!" The child grinned maliciously, then changed his tone and said to Zhixing, "Hehe, I'm still missing a guardian spirit. You'll stay here obediently as a tortoise!"
This simple sentence caused an uproar among the monks.
"Yan Wushuang... It's Yan Wushuang!"
"Heavens... Yan Wushuang isn't dead, he's back!"
"No way, how could it be him..."
Faced with this situation, Zhixing was also agitated, but as the head of Shaolin, he could only force himself to remain calm and said, "Since it is Benefactor Yan, this humble monk doesn't need to say anything more. Let my Shaolin Sect's 108 Arhats Formation experience your divine skill! Disciples, form the formation!"
With Zhixing's command, the Shaolin monks leaped up and set up the "Arhats Formation" in front of the mountain gate.
"You're not qualified to fight me," Yan Wushuang scoffed, continuing to rape the woman beneath him while gesturing to Tang Yuefu beside him, "Go, you bitch, kill all these bald monks!"
Tang Yuefu leaped forward, thrusting out her palms. Two streams of black energy shot towards the monks who had just finished setting up their formation. The monks raised their swords and staffs, each emitting a white light from their weapons. One hundred and eight white lights converged, forming a giant sphere of light that crashed into the black energy.
With a deafening boom, the sphere of light collided with the black energy, unleashing a powerful shockwave that nearly blinded the onlookers.
Tang Yuefu's first attack failed, so she leaped forward again, her hands conjuring thousands of palm shadows that rained down on the monks. Seeing that their combined attack couldn't harm her, the Shaolin monks began to circle around her, like butterflies flitting among flowers. The "Arhat Formation" was fully activated, surrounding Tang Yuefu in the center and launching a barrage of attacks.
Yan Wushuang paid no heed to the situation within the formation, his penis churning nectar into the honeyed orifice of Emei Sect Leader Huijing. This virtuous nun, who had once contemplated suicide after her virginity was taken, now willingly thrust out her breasts, allowing him to vigorously knead her snow-white breasts, leaving claw marks on her jade peaks.
Yan Wushuang abruptly withdrew his penis, shoving the nectar-covered shaft directly into the anus of Hai Bilu, the beloved daughter of the Zhongnan Sect Leader. When they conquered Zhongnan and the Sect Leader's wife was gang-raped to death by thirteen bulls and horses, she had cried, saying she wanted to go with her mother. But now, swaying her hips, she felt no pain, her face displaying a look of ultimate satisfaction, spreading her snow-white buttocks to cooperate with his thrusts.
A group of demons cheered from the sidelines, while Nie Wanrong, like a puppy, ran and jumped around the soft couch, her long tail swaying up and down.
When Yan Wushuang had had his fill, he kicked the woman beneath him away like a rag doll. Nie Wanrong cried out joyfully and jumped onto the soft couch, rubbing her face against Yan Wushuang's thighs, sticking out her tongue and licking his thick, long penis. Her eyes were watery, as if begging for her master's favor.
Yan Wushuang kneaded her breasts, casually pulling on the nipple rings. Nie Wanrong's breasts were round and plump, with dark nipples. Before Yan Wushuang could play with them for long, sweet milk spurted from her nipples. Yan Wushuang stroked Nie Wanrong's round belly and laughed heartily, "Good dog, how many is this?"
Nie Wanrong barked a few times, and Yan Wushuang said with a smile, "Your belly is really something. Didn't I just kick one out not long ago? How come you're pregnant again so quickly? Do you know which man's bastard child this is? The Huashan Sect Leader? The Wudang Sect Leader? Hehe, it's hard to say. More than a dozen male disciples from sects that were wiped out, each of them has slept with you, it's all possible. Hey, could it be mine again?"
Nie Wanrong tilted her head, showing a thoughtful expression, but then she stuck out her tongue, completely forgetting the question, and clumsily tried to lick her own breast milk, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it, and she barked frantically, which made Yan Wushuang and the group of evil sect experts behind her laugh again.
Tang Yuefu, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Shaolin monks, was no match for the "Arhat Formation," despite her powerful palm strikes. Although the monks didn't seem to intervene, the layers of impact were neutralized by the formation's barrier, sometimes even forcing the palm strikes back, causing her to stagger. Fortunately, she had become a corpse slave, her body as hard as steel; otherwise, she would have already coughed up blood and been unable to fight.
Tang Yuefu continued to strike with an expressionless face, relying on her body's steel-like hardness and invulnerability to blades and spears, completely ignoring the monks' attacks. Whether it was a monk's knife or a staff, nothing could touch her; instead, they were deflected. Her movements were as bizarre as a zombie, yet surprisingly agile.
Each of Tang Yuefu's movements created ripples in her hips and breasts. With the trembling of her breasts, the two green snakes seemed lifelike, their long tongues licking Tang Yuefu's nipples. The cloth around her waist was also blown up by the strong wind, revealing her jet-black pubic hair in all its detail. Fortunately, the monks were all well-trained and did not lose their minds because of her lewd appearance.
Zhixing, who was watching clearly from outside the formation, understood that simple attacks could not harm her. So he shouted, "Great Brahma Buddha Hand!"
Upon hearing this, the monks chanted the incantation in unison, and a huge Buddha hand suddenly appeared in the formation. Ten thousand golden holy lights shone everywhere and flew towards Tang Yuefu's chest. The black energy emitted by Tang Yuefu disappeared before the Buddha hand like ice and snow. The Buddha hand slammed into her body and blasted her away.
Enraged by this, Yan Wushuang roared, pulled out his penis, and straddled Nie Wanrong's smooth back, slapping her buttocks hard with his left hand. Nie Wanrong howled a few times, carrying Yan Wushuang as they charged towards the Shaolin monks.
Halfway there, Yan Wushuang grabbed Tang Yuefu, who had fallen to the ground, pulled her down by the waist, and thrust his penis into her vagina. While vigorously pounding her tender orifice, he cursed, "You bunch of thieving bald men, how dare you hurt my mother slave! Die!"
With a furious shout, Yan Wushuang charged into the Arhat Formation. Suddenly, Tang Yuefu's body shone with an evil light, and she let out a terrifying ghostly howl. A hideous bone sword spewed from Tang Yuefu's mouth, radiating a black evil light, swirling and spinning within the Arhat Formation. Blood splattered everywhere, severed arms flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, the 108 Arhats were cut into piles of scattered flesh by the sharp sword energy.
Yan Wushuang laughed loudly, "The Shu Mountain Sect's Mother-Daughter Heart-Connecting Sword Technique was once famous throughout the land. You thieving bald men, today I'll show you this Mother-Son Acupoint Connecting Sword Technique! Haha, it's my own creation!"
With a flick of his right hand, Yan Wushuang summoned a black bone sword that spun in the air, growing larger and larger until it resembled a towering mountain peak, crashing down upon the Shaolin Temple.
A deafening roar followed, and dust billowed everywhere. When the dust settled, the Shaolin Temple was razed to the ground. Amidst the ruins, only a few highly skilled old monks struggled and groaned.
Yan Wushuang laughed loudly, jumped off Nie Wanrong's back, and said, "You monks and Taoists have spent your whole lives eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and you died without ever touching a woman. It's really pitiful. I've taken pity on you and will let you enjoy some bliss before you die!"
After saying that, he kicked Nie Wanrong's buttocks. Nie Wanrong barked happily a few times and did what she had long been familiar with. She pounced on the nearest old monk, tearing open his robe and ripping his cotton pants with both her mouth and hands. She couldn't hear the old monk's painful groans. After a few sucks and hardening, she took the monk's staff into her body. Her snowy buttocks bounced wildly as she began to absorb the pure yang internal energy that the old monk had cultivated for many years.
"Don't be in such a hurry, all these monks' virgin essences are yours, no one's going to fight you for them! Hahaha..." Yan Wushuang laughed arrogantly, while Tang Yuefu knelt before him, her cherry lips holding his penis, swallowing and releasing that magnificent and powerful rod...
Under Tang Yuefu's skillful sucking, Yan Wushuang's rod grew even larger. He pushed Tang Yuefu to the ground, then pressed his entire body against her, his rod forcing open her thick labia and squeezing into her narrow vagina.
Yan Wushuang swayed his waist, thrusting his rod, making it move rapidly within Tang Yuefu's honey hole. He grasped Tang Yuefu's two plump breasts with both hands, kneading and playing with them. With his skillful movements, the muscles in his body that were originally stiff instantly softened, and the snakes on her breasts seemed to come alive, coiling up and down with the shape of her large breasts. A stream
of lustful fluid flowed continuously from her vagina, soaking the crotch of both of them. Yan Wushuang's rod slid even more smoothly all the way in, the glans breaking through the cervix and entering the depths of Tang Yuefu's uterus.
On the other side, the old monk beneath Nie Wanrong's body slowly withered, his muscles deflated, his body shrunken into a ball, his life essence drained by Nie Wanrong, turning him into a small, dried-up corpse. Nie Wanrong relentlessly pounced on another old monk, teasing him before inserting his penis into his overflowing, wet vagina.
Zhixing, witnessing the fate of his disciples, chanted Buddhist prayers in grief and indignation, "Amitabha, Buddha has mercy." But the Buddha did not appear, and the monks could only stare in shame, fear, and anger, allowing Nie Wanrong to drain them dry, one by one.
While Yan Wushuang was penetrating Tang Yuefu's honeypot, he said viciously, "You two filthy bitches, this is what happens when you oppose me. I will make you be ridden by a thousand corpses and raped by ten thousand men. I will make people know you two as the most depraved prostitutes, and the Shu Mountain Sect will become synonymous with brothels in the martial arts world."
Amidst Yan Wushuang's curses, Nie Wanrong rode the last old monk, the Shaolin Abbot Zhixing.
After a series of fierce thrusts, Yan Wushuang finally ejaculated his white semen inside Tang Yuefu. He pulled his penis out of her honeypot and shoved it into Tang Yuefu's mouth, using her tongue to clean the filthy shaft. He continued, "The children your daughter will give birth to in the future, the boys will become my eunuchs, and the girls will be sold into brothels, to be prostitutes for all eternity. And after your daughter dies, she will become a corpse prostitute of our sect along with you, for all the disciples to enjoy."
Nie Wanrong had no idea of the tragic life Yan Wushuang had planned for her. Now, she was simply shaking her snowy buttocks wildly, barking loudly in the throes of pleasure. But to those around her, these joyful barks sounded strangely mournful, almost like cries.
For some unknown reason, Tang Yuefu, who should have been completely unaware, slowly shed a single, bright red tear from the corner of her eye.
The third tear of crimson blood fell!

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