Soren had already been on this secret island for five days!
In the centre of the mountain basin, the Demon Continent princess Wanwan had long since built a magnificent castle before the pagoda reaching to the heavens. Though the food, clothing, and supplies were transported from thousands of miles away, everything was available, nothing lacking.
The Demon Continent princess Wanwan had already been studying this pagoda reaching to the heavens for several years, yet she still knew virtually nothing.
At this moment, Soren stood before this pagoda reaching to the heavens!
When gazing from afar on the mountaintop, this giant pagoda was already incomparably tall. Yet standing beneath this giant pagoda, one did not even have the strength to sigh.
It truly was like a great mountain.
The entire base of the pagoda covered an area of over ten thousand square metres. Standing beneath the pagoda and looking up, one completely could not see the top. It felt as if it would pierce through the heavens.
At this moment, Soren was merely three metres from the doorway of the pagoda reaching to the heavens!
The two doors were both made of stone, fully over ten metres high, and were open, as if one could enter with the greatest ease.
Through the open doors, one could see the situation within the great hall of the pagoda.
The hall was completely empty, but the walls were covered with all kinds of statues everywhere.
Moreover, these statues were very explicit, all relief carvings of naked men and women **, lifelike, incomparably realistic, enough to make one’s blood boil just looking at them.
“Getting fired up from looking? Zhuang Zhixuan by your side can relieve your fire at any time, anywhere.” The demoness Wanwan’s voice sounded by Soren’s side, saying, “I can have her kneel down right now, letting you toy with her like a dog.”
At these words, Zhuang Zhixuan’s beautiful face twitched slightly.
After arriving on this Pagoda Island, the demoness Wanwan finally stopped playing the ever-changing lady’s game, always maintaining the appearance Soren had first seen her in.
Enchanting to the bone, devastatingly seductive.
Wearing a black, revealing, form-fitting long dress, the snowy white ravine at her chest, the contours of her snow buttocks below her waist rising and falling, all exposed to the air. One glance was almost enough to make one’s body burn, to make one’s soul fall.
“I have already sent several thousand people into this pagoda, yet not a single person has come out.” Wanwan said, “Whether they are alive or dead, I do not know. Let me show you again.”
With that, Wanwan waved her hand.
Instantly, Demon Continent experts pushed forward over a dozen slaves. They appeared to be from a desert race, brown-skinned, both men and women. Each person was wrapped only in simple cloth strips.
“You, go in.” Wanwan ordered.
Instantly, these slaves showed not the slightest resistance, directly walking towards the doorway of the pagoda reaching to the heavens.
Then, an incomparably bizarre scene occurred.
This was clearly an ordinary stone door. This was clearly an ordinary entrance.
But after these people passed through the doorway, they directly vanished without a trace.
As if this was a teleportation gate, leading to another world.
One must know, the great hall within the door could be seen clearly. After these people entered, they directly disappeared.
Truly too bizarre…
This pagoda reaching to the heavens was like hell, devouring all life.
Yet the slaves behind seemed to feel no fear whatsoever, entering the great door one after another.
In the end, over a dozen slaves completely disappeared from view.
“Several thousand people have been sent in. Every time, the result is the same.” Wanwan sighed.
Several thousand people had all completely disappeared within this pagoda, never to return.
Was this pagoda reaching to the heavens truly hell?
And just at this moment, Soren suddenly felt that the wall reliefs within the hall seemed to have undergone some slight changes.
Instantly, his eyes fixed intently, releasing his mental power.
The wall reliefs within the hall were originally over a hundred metres from him. He concentrated his mental power into his eyes, and the relief images seemed to abruptly pull before his eyes.
Instantly, these relief images could be seen clearly.
Every relief was the same size as a real person.
Then Soren clearly saw that new human figure reliefs appeared one after another on the walls within the hall, each one completely naked.
Because these reliefs were too realistic, Soren recognised at a glance that these dozen or so newly added human figure reliefs were precisely those dozen or so slaves that had just been sent in.
Immediately after, these newly added human figure reliefs began to move, began to **.
Then, all movements froze, becoming a still relief, maintained at the most explicit moment.
Seeing this scene, Soren was almost stunned.
Living people entering this giant pagoda actually directly turned into wall reliefs.
This pagoda was too bizarre. What kind of Dragon Seal holy object was placed inside?
Moreover, people turning into wall reliefs after entering this giant pagoda, what difference was there from death?
And just at this moment, over a hundred miles from Pagoda Island, a great ship appeared.
On the ship, there was only one passenger, Zhi Yan.
On the vast ocean, wanting to chase a ship was almost impossible, like fishing for a needle in the sea. The reason Zhi Yan could find this place was because she also knew of the existence of Pagoda Island and the pagoda reaching to the heavens.
After hearing that Wanwan had set sail in this direction, she immediately thought that Wanwan’s destination was this pagoda reaching to the heavens, so she hired a ship and chased here.
“Miss, we cannot go any further. Otherwise we will die without a burial place.” The captain trembled.
Zhi Yan nodded, throwing him a bag of gold coins, saying, “Very well, you return.”
Then she directly leapt off the great ship, jumping into the sea, swimming towards Pagoda Island ahead.
Soren, I firmly believe you are still alive!
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Zhi Capital Royal City, Seaside Count’s residence!
At this time, it was not only Gui Qinshao gripping a knife, but also Ling Ao.
He also gripped the dagger in his sleeve tightly, then stood on the inevitable path leading to the bridal chamber.
Actually, even if he wanted blood to splatter five steps, he did not need to stand here gripping a dagger. But it seemed only by gripping this dagger could he feel his own will and anger.
He also did not know why he stood here, but in a daze he had walked over.
Although he had promised Gui Xingfu, he was truly unwilling. His pure and spotless, snowy tender and devastatingly beautiful wife was to be defiled by Zhi Li. One must know that Ling Ao had not even touched a single finger of hers.
At this time, the passage leading to the bridal chamber was completely empty.
Zhi Li, his heart full of fire, walked over, thinking that very soon he would possess Gui Qinshao, this unparalleled beauty. Instantly, a certain place became hard as iron.
Gui Qinshao was truly the kind of woman who made one almost burst forth just from thinking about her.
Walking to the front, he suddenly saw Ling Ao blocking there, and could not help but start.
At this time, Ling Ao’s face was almost ferocious.
“What do you want to do?” Zhi Li mocked.
Ling Ao’s face twitched, the dagger in his sleeve tightening again. The anger and courage that had originally swelled up almost instantly dissipated completely when facing Zhi Li’s gaze.
Zhi Li said, “You stand here expressing your anger, not to block me, but to tell yourself that you have already done your utmost, you have already persisted to the final moment, you have already expressed your anger. Then you can sit back and watch with a clear conscience as I defile your newly wedded wife.”
Zhi Li’s words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Ling Ao’s heart.
“Ling Ao, you truly disappoint me.” Zhi Li said coldly, “Either, from the very beginning you firmly refuse me, directly taking Gui Qinshao and eloping away. Or, you smile as you send her to my bed, even helping me push from behind while I play with her. If you could do either of these two things, you would be a remarkable figure.”
Then, Zhi Li pursed his lips, saying, “On one hand, you are unwilling to part with power and influence, not daring to directly offend and refuse me. On the other hand, you desperately want to protect your own dignity, so you come here to do some useless work to deceive yourself, seeking solace. I truly do not know what City Lord Gui Xingfu saw in you, to actually cultivate you so. The current you is completely a decorative pillow.”
Instantly, Ling Ao’s heart was stabbed full of holes.
All his pride was trampled beyond recognition.
If Zhi Li were talking nonsense, it naturally would not hurt him. But the crucial point was that every word Zhi Li spoke was profound, hitting right at the root.
In an instant, he thoroughly doubted himself. Was he truly as Zhi Li said, a useless decorative pillow?
“Still blocking?” Zhi Li shouted coldly.
Instantly, the dazed Ling Ao did not know why, but he actually instinctively moved aside.
Then, Zhi Li laughed mockingly and walked towards the bridal chamber.
…
Arriving outside the bridal chamber, Zhi Li gently pushed open the door.
He only saw Gui Qinshao lying unconscious on the **, her back facing the door. Her face was not visible, but one could see her cloud-like beautiful hair, and her snowy white, tender jade neck. Because of the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac receding, her earlobes, face, and pink neck were still flushed red.
Her delicate body was beneath the quilt, but one could still see her unparalleled, magnificent figure curves.
Zhi Li greedily sniffed, and instantly his nose was filled with enchanting fragrance.
Gui Qinshao, this woman, the first time he saw her he had conceived the desire to possess her. She was truly too gorgeous, too sexy.
Although compared to Tu Lingduo and Zhi Ning, Gui Qinshao’s mind was much simpler, and she was also vain and flashy, but the best kind of woman to keep in a golden house was precisely this type.
Zhi Li walked to the bedside, breathing heavily, saying, “Gui Qinshao, from today onwards you are my woman.”
Then, he climbed onto the bed, sticking his hand into the quilt towards Gui Qinshao’s snow buttocks.
Gui Qinshao had two absolutely top **. Because she had practised the Nine Swords of Calamity year-round, her buttocks were especially round and pert. Every time Zhi Li saw them, he would burn with fire, not knowing how many times he had fantasised about touching them.
Now, his wish was finally about to be fulfilled.
But…
His hand had just reached halfway.
Suddenly, Gui Qinshao abruptly turned over, a flash of cold light in her hand slashing fiercely towards his **.
At this time, Zhi Li was in a state of rapture, his mind in chaos. How could he have expected this?
Only when Gui Qinshao’s dagger slashed towards his lower abdomen did he abruptly awaken, rapidly retreating…
“Swish…”
Gui Qinshao had always given people the impression of being merely a beautiful peacock, devastatingly gorgeous, with no other abilities besides that.
However, her sword talent was even praised by Sword Venerable Bi Xiao.
That martial arts competition defeat to Soren made people completely overlook her swordsmanship, forgetting that she was a high-ranking swordswoman, a high-ranking swordswoman of merely twenty-one years of age.
Moreover, this sword strike, she had gathered all her hatred, all her iciness within the quilt.
Fierce beyond compare, resolute beyond compare!
Perhaps it was because the ignorant feared nothing. Gui Qinshao in her fury feared no consequences whatsoever, showing not the slightest mercy in her strike.
And Zhi Li, in his state of rapturous confusion, only rapidly retreated when the dagger reached his body, thus failing to evade Gui Qinshao’s fatal blow.
Zhi Li only felt a coldness and numbness below, then blood gushed out madly…
“Argh…” he was instantly terrified.
Instinctively, he fiercely struck a palm towards Gui Qinshao.
“Argh…” Gui Qinshao let out a miserable cry, her delicate body directly flying out, blood spraying in mid-air, then fiercely crashing to the ground.
“Argh… argh… argh…”
Zhi Li howled, desperately clutching the wound below.
Blood gushed out frantically.
In merely half a second, two figures flashed in from outside with whooshing sounds. One of them was the great eunuch Li Chenglian. He directly appeared before Gui Qinshao, the Buddhist whisk in his hand fiercely sweeping down towards her head, about to strike her into pieces.