As expected by Zhou Liang, Zhiruo was once again in this round, and the remaining twelve people were all extraordinary. Some of their strength may not be comparable to Diji, but the sects behind them were all huge sects. What Zhou Liang didn’t know was that something happened to this Hongchen Sect recently!

"What did you say? Is there any restlessness in the demon cave?" The leader of the Hongchen Sect said in a little frightened. Opposite him was the Zen elder who guarded the demon cave!

"I really don't know why Senior Brother appointed a useless person like you to become the sect leader!" Next to him was a young Yuanying meditating. He looked at the leader of the Hongchen Sect with great contempt, which made him feel ashamed, but when he thought of the demon cave?

"Uncle Master, this demon cave suppresses the great demons for thousands of years. These great demons were suppressed at the foot of Hongchen Mountain, the treasure of our sect, and now they are loosened. Could it be?" The sect leader looked at Hongchen Mountain with some doubts!

"Rareless, the three thousand feet of the world of this sect was the treasure of the founder of the sect that year. To suppress and kill thousands of years, can those great demons still live? It's a joke!" The young Yuanying monk said in his unique haggard voice.

"This matter, should you report to the master?" The leader of the Hongchen Sect said tentatively. Maybe the master had discovered such a big thing long ago?

"Report to senior brother?" Yuanying meditated and smiled coldly, "Did I want my Hongchen Sect to be embarrassed during the Hongchen Conference?"

"But?" The middle-aged sect leader still wanted to report to his master. Before he could think about it, the Yuanying meditation had already come to him. "My reputation of the Hongchen Sect cannot be flawed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes!" The middle-aged sect leader's eyes were a little dizzy, but he responded in a daze. The Yuanying monk turned his head and said, "Let's go down, this is a trivial matter, don't panic!"

Everyone bowed and said yes, and they all took their leave, but no one saw a red light flashing in the Nascent Soul meditation pupils, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, "Is the Red Dust Conference really interesting?"

He gently touched the corner of his mouth, "I haven't come out for thousands of years, but I've encountered such an interesting thing. Should I save others first or have fun first?"

At this moment, Zhou Liang was "flirting". Zhiruo and him were sitting on a cliff. Zhou Liang looked at the three thousand feet of Hongchen and couldn't help but sigh, "This sacred mountain is really amazing. Even my Buddhist golden eyes can't see through it!"

"Hehe, let alone the Buddhist golden eyes, even if you have cultivated the Buddha's eyes, it is difficult to see through!" Zhiruo looked at the red Hongchen Mountain, "Tell you, why are these three thousand Hongchen so red? It is said that thousands of years ago, my Buddha was born, and the eminent monks were fighting the devil. This red blood was left by the demon!"

"All of them are demon cultivators?" Zhou Liang was shocked, and his great freedom in his heart was quietly operating. Sure enough, he still felt a trace of demonic energy in this Hongchen Mountain!

"According to the seniors, the battle was so powerful that I won the victory in the end!"

"My Buddha was compassionate and won?" Zhou Liang obviously didn't believe it, "Maybe it was a conspiracy. I think this Hongchen Sect is a place where dirt is hidden!"

Zhou Liang tilted his mouth, shook his head, and saw Zhiruo's face full of pain, his eyes were covered with moistness, and his crystal clearness rolled in his eyes, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, it's not that he is the Buddhist sect of the Heavenly Spirit?"

"Uh, that, I'm not saying you are the Buddhist Buddhist Sect!" Zhou Liang quickly explained, not thinking about Zhiruo's uncontrollable tears. When he heard Zhou Liang's words, it was like the blocked waterfall, which was so pitiful!

"I really don't mean that!" Zhou Liang is not afraid of women, not afraid of you being slutty, not afraid of you being coquettish. The only thing he fears in his life is the gentleness of women!

At this moment, Zhiruo's quietly drawn tears and his pitiful appearance made him gradually slide into a trap! A gentle trap!

Her hair, which was like a waterfall, leaned against Zhou Liang's shoulders, Zhiruo was like a kitten with a heart-wrenching wound, gentle as water, pitiful, and was melting Zhou Liang's mind and soul bit by bit, "Little sister, why do I feel like you are seducing me!"

"Where do you have it? You are so unreasonable. It hurts people's feet and is so humiliating them, I!" Zhiruo's tears were left again, and a pair of pink fists hit Zhou Liang's shoulder.

"Don't do this, let me tell you, I'm a wife, or three!" Zhou Liang jumped away quickly and said seriously.

Puchi! Zhiruo smiled softly, "I'm lying to others. Seeing that you are not ejaculated, you are obviously a virgin, so how can you have three wives?"

Zhou Liang's mouth stagnated. He didn't know what the golden spirit of the God King was. He made his own golden body and could still repair Yangyuan? Well? He couldn't tell if he jumped to the Yellow River. "Although my physical body has not been released, my soul Yangyuan has been released. If you don't believe me, you can investigate it!"

A magic weapon suddenly appeared in Zhiruo's hand, and he gently took a photo at Zhou Liang, "Ah, indeed Yang Yuan has lost it, and it's still?"

I don't know what the magic weapon in his hand was, and it became pitch black. "This is my secret treasure. It can test a person's dual cultivation level. It's really strange. Why do you seem to have done it many times in your soul even though your body has not lost its Yang Yuan?" Zhiruo was puzzled and looked at Zhou Liang, with a strange look, "Are you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You have your soul out of your body to force those good women?" Zhiruo looked suspicious, as if Zhou Liang was just like a flower-picking thief now, and was still a flower-picking monk!

"Go!" "I am handsome, handsome, elegant and elegant. I don't know how many good women want to take away my young master's Yang Yuan but cannot!"

That was strange. Zhiruo was puzzled. The two were fighting and making trouble. They didn't notice that three hundred feet away behind them, there was a bald monk who flashed light under the moonlight, his eyes were full of jealousy. What was strange was that the three hundred feet of Zhou Liang's spiritual sense did not discover it. It was the desire to imprison!

"Brother Qiu Chu!" Zhiruo leaned against Zhou Liang's shoulder, and a small groove appeared faintly on her chest, making Zhou Liang and others look at her, otherwise it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would do something that would be sorry for his three wives!

"Do you like me?" Zhiruo asked softly.

"I don't like it!" Zhou Liang said simply, causing a tigress scream, "I dare not like me, dad!"

(Chapter 3, haha, finish writing again, continue, Chapter 4, around nine o'clock!)
Chapter completed!