Chapter 1067
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In front of him was a sea of flowers and a forest.
There were colorful fruit trees. Some had an abundance of fruits on their branches, while others were in full bloom.
In the grassy garden among the fruit trees, there were beautiful young women with bright eyes and white teeth, dressed in bold and refreshing attire, frolicking and playing.
When Ye Wushuang set foot here.
Those women all turned their attention to him.
Some were as delicate as cherries, elegant and charming, while others were like ripe peaches, with enchanting eyes and brows…
These women were of all kinds, with diverse postures and appearances, their gracefulness making them truly alluring.
“Milord…”
“We’ve been waiting so hard for you…”
“Come quickly, milord!”
A series of sweet voices rang in Ye Wushuang’s ears.
As those voices kept sounding, some women came to Ye Wushuang holding fruit plates and wine cups, and pressed themselves against him.
The smooth and tender touch, along with the voice that made one blush, all seemed so real that it was hard to resist.
“This time, it’s about emotions and desires…”
Ye Wushuang looked at the scene of these women around him, smiled slightly, and gently stroked the snow-white neck of one of the women.
When his palm touched the woman’s face, it was incredibly smooth and delicate.
“Milord…”
The woman lowered her head, her little face blushing, looking shy and charming. Her already revealing dress suddenly slipped halfway.
Her jade-like arms were so captivating that one couldn’t tear their eyes away.
But in the next instant.
Ye Wushuang suddenly clenched his palm.
With a cracking sound.
The woman’s neck was snapped, and she stared at Ye Wushuang in shock and disbelief.
The other women clinging to Ye Wushuang were even more terrified, their faces losing all color.
“It has no effect on me.”
Ye Wushuang said calmly.
When facing a peerless beauty like Wan Yan Chuxue, Ye Wushuang had also suddenly made a decisive move and directly cut off the beauty’s head.
For Ye Wushuang, women’s beauty was just an attractive appearance.
Over the years, he had seen too many beautiful faces.
What could truly move him was never just how beautiful someone looked on the outside.
It was a person’s heart!
A thousand different beautiful faces were easy to find.
A sincere heart was hard to come by!
Ye Wushuang gently released his grip, and the beautiful woman’s body fell limply to the ground. Then, her body transformed into a python three zhang long.
At this moment, the other women around also turned into pythons, some coiling around the trees, some slithering on the ground.
The beautiful scenery around now looked like a chaotic graveyard.
Ye Wushuang let out a soft sigh, and the Tianyan Sword swung out.
The figures of the pythons, with their snake tongues flickering, charged forward.
The battle started quickly and ended just as fast.
These pythons didn’t have much offensive power; their main ability was to bewitch!
Drip…
Blood dripped from the tip of the Tianyan Sword onto the ground.
When the last python’s body fell to the ground, the scenery around Ye Wushuang changed again.
He was on a vast square, standing in the middle of a high platform in the square.
By his side, there were eighteen figures dressed in cyan clothes, with various expressions and different smiles.
“The Eighteen Asking Heaven Guards…”
Ye Wushuang murmured, his eyes showing a hint of sadness.
But at this moment, hundreds of figures suddenly emerged from all around the square and charged at the eighteen people.
The Eighteen Asking Heaven Guards fought side by side.
But then, one of the guards turned his butcher’s knife on his sworn brother.
That face, stained with blood, held a knife and pressed it against another person’s neck. He looked at Ye Wushuang viciously and sneered, “Ye Wentian, you should have passed on the Great Void Yitian Art to me, you should have!”
“If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t have died, wouldn’t have died. You are the one who deserves to die the most!”
It was Liu Chuantian among the Eighteen Asking Heaven Guards.
Ye Wushuang stood there, watching the familiar figures around him fall one by one, the ground stained red with blood.
“Liu Chuantian… Your greed has killed them, and it has also killed you…”
Ye Wushuang murmured.
This illusion was about questioning his own heart, testing his true nature!
Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed drastically.
In his sight was a valley.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang was dressed in a cyan robe with light cyan mysterious patterns on the cape, standing with his hands behind his back on a protruding stone platform in the valley.
Below the valley.
There were hundreds of people.
The twelve people at the front had extremely powerful auras, and their appearances and demeanors were all different.
“The Spirit Sword Pavilion… The Twelve Elders…”
Ye Wushuang looked at the twelve figures, some were old men, some were young, all different.
Behind the twelve figures were twenty-four figures with slightly weaker auras.
“The Twenty-Four Sword Guards…”
Ye Wushuang looked into the valley.
At first, everyone looked up at him with respect, but suddenly, among these people, they drew their swords and stabbed at each other.
There were sounds of shock… screams… angry howls…
In the valley, one by one, the corpses fell to the ground.
What a similar scene.
When he was Ye Wentian, Ye Wushuang had just misjudged one person.
But when he was Ling Shengtian, Ye Wushuang had been completely deceived.
“Ling Shengtian!”
A shout rang out in his ears, deafening.
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