Under Zhang Heng's obsessed gaze, Yan Hongyu was delighted and thought to herself that the other party was a man of flesh and blood and could not withstand the test of women.

Yan Hongyu's pretty face was flushed, and she stared at Zhang Heng with resentful eyes, allowing the other party's hand to stroke his smooth and tender face, and slowly moved downward.

"Women will always be loyal to the strong...My body belongs to you..."

Yan Hongyu smiled sweetly, her phoenix eyes were like autumn water, and she looked back at Zhang Heng's obsessed eyes affectionately.

For some reason, although Zhang Heng looked like he was intoxicated with his beauty on the surface, Yan Hongyu had an illusion that it was not real.

A woman's feeling is sensitive. Although he is quite confident, Zhang Heng's previous sharp and cold look was deeply engraved in her heart.

At this moment, Zhang Heng had a crush on his eyes, but it brought uneasiness and panic to Yan Hongyu.

"Okay, from today on, you will be my 18th concubine, Zhang..."

The obsession in Zhang Heng's eyes kept dissipating, and he hugged Yan Hongyu in his arms. He said lightly, and his voice spread throughout the "blood killing field", making everyone look at each other.

When Yan Hongyu heard this, her expression changed drastically.

The eighteenth concubine?

Suddenly, her heart sank into the bottomless abyss.

She never expected that Zhang Heng, a seemingly righteous person, had so many concubines, and she would become one of the many concubines on the other side.

"Don't worry, as my concubine, Zhang will not treat you badly..."

Zhang Heng did not continue to look down, and stopped trying it briefly. He then put his hand on Yan Hongyu's smooth forehead and said in a strange tone:

"Submit...my servant."

He saw a bloody light shot from his blood-red eyes, approaching Yan Hongyu's body.

In an instant, the blood mist in the blood-killing field surged wildly, blocking everyone's vision.

A special wave came from Zhang Heng's palm.

Suddenly, Yan Hongyu's soul trembled, and then her delicate body stood still.

After half a breath, everything returned to normal. Zhang Heng, who had performed the "soul-submission technique", took back his hand and revoked the ban on Yan Hongyu.

"Owner……"

Yan Hongyu tidied up her clothes and stared at the man in front of her with infinite charm. There was a special relationship in her eyes that was indescribable.

"Yeah, very good."

Zhang Heng put Yan Hongyulou in his arms without any defense, and his spiritual sense swept across other monks in the "Blood Killing Realm", with a look of contemplation on his face.

"Sir, please spare your life. If you have any requests, you can ask..."

"Senior, we swear to pursue you to the death!"

A monk in the God Transformation Stage has an extremely clever Taoist.

"Yes, our seniors are dispatched..."

These monks from the God Transformation Stage bowed down and begged for mercy to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng nodded and said nothing.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you Senior!"

The monks in the God-Stage said ecstatically.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person... I, Mu Ling'er, was blind."

Mu Ling'er held back the tears in her eyes, took back her spiritual sense, murmured, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

“Where should I go…”

She suddenly felt very confused. Her father's life and death were unknown. Zhao Gang, who grew up together as close as his brother, died not long ago. Biyun Island fell into the hands of others again. The man she just liked was a despicable and shameless romantic person...

Fortunately, perhaps because the man was still a little conscientious, the blood killing field had no effect on her.

Mu Ling'er's spiritual sense could peek out of the outside world. Her eyes were set in the distance. She finally glanced at Zhang Heng and flew outside in the escape light.

brush!

A flash of blood, Zhang Heng suddenly blocked her way, holding a woman with a smile in his hand, and said lightly: "Where are you going?"

“Where do I have anything to do with you?”

Mu Ling'er sneered and looked at it, as if she was disdainful to look at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng said indifferently: "I will make the decision on my territory. You are Zhang's 19th concubine now..."

The nineteenth concubine?

Mu Ling'er's breathing became a little rapid, with a few angry faces on her pretty face, her pink fists clenched, and her delicate body swayed slightly, as if she was suppressing the endless anger in her heart.

"The 19th concubine..." Mu Ling'er smiled miserably and said disdainfully: "Do you think I, Mu Ling'er, would be a despicable woman like her?"

Speaking of this, Mu Ling'er's eyes gently stroked across Yan Hongyu's face, and her eyes were filled with contempt, contempt, and even pity.

Zhang Heng was slightly shocked. He couldn't understand why Mu Ling'er's eyes had such pity. This should not be the thought that women in this world should have!

Under such gaze, Yan Hongyu felt ashamed and angry even though she became a puppet controlled by Zhang Heng.

Finally, Mu Ling'er's face showed a gorgeous smile, which was a smile from the heart, and even a proud attitude. She looked directly at Zhang Heng. At this moment, she suddenly had this courage:

"I'm very disappointed. What I like is such a despicable villain... But I'm also very glad that I can recognize your true face in time."

Zhang Heng smiled, "Haha... that's because you are stupid. You didn't understand my essence until now. But now, you no longer have a chance. I want you to be my 19th concubine, and you can't resist."

For some reason, under Mu Linger's gorgeous smile and arrogant attitude, Zhang Heng felt a little dissatisfied. He did not believe that there was an essential difference between the woman in front of him and Yan Hongyu in his arms.

Therefore, the mentality of wanting to let the other party go was immediately changed.

"I'm stupid..." Mu Ling'er's breathing suddenly calmed down, and the smile on her face also calmed down. She looked straight into Zhang Heng's eyes, including the other party's bloody eyes, without a trace of fear.

"But it's impossible to ask me to be your concubine!" Mu Ling'er had a strangely stubborn face.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, unwilling to accept that he would lose to a woman at this level.

To a certain extent, Zhang Heng and Mu Ling'er in front of him are having a spiritual and will confrontation, which cannot be measured by strength.

After pondering slightly, Zhang Heng said in a slightly bewitching tone: "I know you like me... At the same time, I don't deny that I have some good feelings for you... Then, I have changed my mind now. You don't have to be my concubine, you can be my dual-cultural partner. That is a true equal relationship between husband and wife. Are you willing?"

Zhang Heng sneer secretly in his heart. Once Mu Ling'er agrees to his request, he will drive away the other party without hesitation, and even turn her into his own puppet, thus winning the final victory at the level of spiritual will.

"Dual-Medical Taoist Couple?" Mu Ling'er was slightly stunned when she heard this, but in a flash, she stared at Zhang Heng with even more contemptuous eyes and sneered: "I didn't expect... I overestimated your nature again. If I remember correctly, you once told me that you have a dual-Medical Taoist Couple... that was a woman a hundred times more perfect than me..."

"stop!"

Zhang Heng suddenly uttered a word, and rushed into Mu Ling'er's spiritual platform like a thunder.

"You win...let's go!"

It was very difficult. Zhang Heng said these words, but he didn't even look at Mu Ling'er.

As he inhaled and breathed, the blood around him surged wildly, as if it also represented his mood at the moment.

Mu Ling'er's pretty face was pale, and the smile on her face became brighter. She looked at Zhang Heng and suddenly said softly: "Brother Zhang... I was almost deceived by you..."

"I know that your wife is more perfect than anyone else... but you can't drive Ling'er away in this way." Mu Ling'er's eyes were filled with mist, and she smiled and said, "When I knew that Brother Zhang, you don't really hate Ling'er, and even have someone like me in my heart, I felt very relieved..."

Zhang Heng looked calm, but sighed softly in his heart. This woman was smarter than she thought. I don’t know where to see the flaws.

Just as Zhang Heng and Mu Ling'er were at the end of their battle, the cultivators in the "blood killing field" on the other side were ready to move.

A bold person is trying to fly to the outside world.

Buzz!

One of them had a great green light on his body, and seemed to be preparing to use secret techniques to escape from this place. Although the power of various spells in the "Blood Killing Realm" is greatly discounted, it is also a feasible strategy to use secret techniques to escape while Zhang Heng was not paying attention.

"court death!"

Zhang Heng threw the woman in his arms aside, and suddenly disappeared from the spot. He shattered the head of the man who was trying to escape with a palm, and then a ball of silver flames went over and ignited the other party's Nascent Soul.

If a cultivator of the God Transformation Stage is swallowed by the silver flame, it will also have some effect on the improvement of Zhang Heng's martial arts. Although it is not as good as the inner alchemy of a spiritual magic weapon or a top-level monster, it is much stronger than a "pseudo-spirit treasure".

As the silver flame burned on the Nascent Soul, a steady stream of silver particles were generated around Zhang Heng's spiritual core.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Heng could even feel the improvement of his cultivation, although it was not very obvious.

The light in the blood-colored eyes became even more prosperous. Zhang Heng suddenly sacrificed the "Wind and Thunder Fan". His aura reached a terrifying level and had surpassed the ranks of God Transformation.

With the blessing of the "Blood Killing Field", Zhang Heng felt that his combat power had been more than doubled!

In this situation, he even has the strength to compete with the fusion period.

"Sir, please spare me..."

"Sir, please spare me..."

The monks in the God-Stage cultivators were trembling all over and asked Zhang Heng for help.

"No one will be left, all will die!"

A blood flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes, and the thunder fan in his hand "huh" it, and waved at more than a dozen monks in the God Transformation Stage.

Suddenly, a blue light blade accompanied by the dancing raser, instantly annihilated these monks, screaming in pain.

Under the powerful attack of the wind and thunder fan, blood light could be seen creeping on the fan surface, making the power of this attack fill a little more.

After the attack, more than a dozen monks in the God Transformation Stage disappeared, and a blood-colored air wave suddenly rose in the blood-killing realm, and it expanded several times around.

“Huh?”

Zhang Heng swept his spiritual sense and his expression suddenly changed drastically. After waving it just now, he suddenly lost Mu Ling'er's trace.

"Can't it..."

Zhang Heng felt a little nervous.

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