Ying Xiu'er rushed to the camp gate in anger.

More than a dozen exposed dancers rushed forward and grabbed Ying Xiu'er with all their strength.

The Tiangui Cultists outside the camp were laughing loudly, and they were laughing proudly and arrogantly.

These dancers entangled Ying Xiu'er and persuaded Ying Xiu'er to surrender to You Qianxun quickly.

"Young Master Ying, don't talk about Young Master You's feelings for you, you must also consider it carefully for your tribe members!"

"Isn't that true? These days, just for your stubbornness, let's see, how many Ying clan members have been killed in front of you?"

"Oh, we are not blessed. If Young Master You can take a fancy to us, that would be a great blessing, right?"

"Yes, yes, how beautiful is it for Young Master You to fall in love with Young Master Ying? As long as Young Master Ying, you follow Young Master You and let Ying surrender to the Yougui line, everyone will be their own people in the future."

Under the moonlit night, the Tiangui Cultists who were laughing wildly were as ferocious as ghosts, covered in blood, and several white bodies roared in the plasma to struggle their lives. Ying Xiu'er struggled in anger. More than a dozen dancers who had ribbons wrapped around their arms and calves were wrapped around her, and their pink legs and jade arms exuded evil beauty in the moonlight.

In this situation, people with a slightly fragile state of mind are enough to lose their minds, become directly deviled, and then completely sink into depravity, becoming a plaything in the palm of others.

Ying Xiu'er scolded her in anger, slapped the dancers in the face and kept whipping them.

The dancers let Ying Xiu'er beat him, but kept smiling, pestering Ying Xiu'er not allowing her to rush out of the camp.

Shang Yun, Shang Wu, and many other old men of the wild tribe walked out of the tent tremblingly. They looked at the beheaded maids outside the camp without saying a word. They seemed to be emitting fire in their eyes, but they didn't say a word and had no choice.

After a full quarter of an hour of trouble, a strong man in heavy armor came over and scolded him impatiently.

The Tiangui Cultists then laughed and picked up several corpses, sang the slogan "Evil Ghosts from Heaven Pure the World", and slowly sank into the darkness.

Ying Xiu'er was surrounded by the dancers and entered the largest tent in the center. After another angry roar and scolding, the dancers walked out one after another, and they didn't disperse and just lay on the mat outside the tent and fell asleep.

Shang Yun, Shang Jun and other tribes murmured a few words to each other, sighed helplessly for a while, and got into the tent dejectedly.

Chu Tian quietly looked up at the sky. He silently calculated the time according to his heartbeat speed. After more than a moment of effort, when the Tiangui Cultists outside this small camp started yawning one by one, Chu Tian launched the "Great Dream Divine Classic" with all his strength.

Invisible strange power enveloped a thousand feet of land. The bodies of a thousand elite Tiangui Cult stormed at the same time. They fell asleep without any knowledge and fell heavily to the ground one after another.

Chu Tian walked over with a gloomy face, his body turned into a gust of wind, and he circled around the camp.

The Qingjiao Sword pierced the eyebrows of these Tiangui Cultists and directly killed the green light ball in their minds. The Qingjiao Sword instantly swallowed the huge essence in their bodies, and swallowed all the energy and spirit of the evil ghosts in their bodies in one mouthful.

The Liantian Lu opened the six fire doors happily, and the spirit of the elite ghost sect of a thousand Heavenly Heaven was swallowed up by the Liantian Lun and turned into a ball of blood as big as a sea bowl, wrapped in layers of purple flames and quenched madly.

Mr. Mouse came outside the camp gate. His thin tail poked the invisible blue light curtain, then nodded, and whispered: "It's not a very powerful barrier formation. Mr. Mouse just poke it lightly!"

With the sound of "hissing", a hole the size of a city gate cracked on the light curtain of the camp gate.

Chu Tian and Mr. Mouse walked into the camp. Mr. Mouse flicked his tail and the blue light curtain healed again without leaving any trace.

In the small camp, Ying Xiuer, dozens of old men of the Manghuang clan, and hundreds of important generals of the Manghuang clan were all sleeping in the tent. Chu Tian nodded to Mr. Mouse, and Mr. Mouse lay on the ground and screamed a few times.

Silently, the ground in the middle of the camp was sunk, revealing a large pit about a meter in diameter.

Hundreds of fat and strong bamboo rats, mountain rats, and groundhogs rushed out of the pit, jumping happily around the rat master, as if they were filial sons and grandsons saw their ancestors' virtues.

Behind these rats who are huge and dozens of times larger than their normal counterparts, large groups of normal rats surged out like a tide.

With a subtle squeaking sound, these rats quickly poured into tents of all sizes, moving out Ying Xiu'er, the elders of the tribe, and important generals of all races, like ants, and transported them into the tunnel under the pit in an orderly manner.

These rats are all little monsters carefully taught by the Rat Master in the mountains and fields for three years in Yazhou. Their strength is not worth mentioning, but the smallest rat also has dozens of kilograms of strength. Seven or eight rats can easily transport a living person by joining hands.

In just one cup of tea, hundreds of people were transported to a tunnel that was dozens of feet deep underground, and followed the straight tunnel to the direction of the distant forest. Some rats were responsible for transporting people, and some rats were responsible for re-sealing the tunnel with soil behind the rear hall.

Chu Tian did not enter the tunnel, but walked quickly along the direction of the tunnel on the ground.

After walking for more than ten miles, a sharp roar suddenly came from the camp behind: "A group of waste, my beauties have been kidnapped... You are still sleeping! Beauty, Young Master Ying, where are you going?"

The ghost altar I saw that day rose into the air and rushed towards this side with a large area of ​​evil spirits.

The altar composed of eighteen huge ghost heads was full of ghost energy, and it was still more than ten miles away from Chu Tian. The urgency of the evil wind had already condensed into large clouds in the sky. Plates of blue-green snowflakes as big as palms fell from the sky, frozen large areas of mountains and forests into ice and snow.

Fortunately, Ying Xiu'er and the others retreated in a tunnel that penetrated dozens of feet deep underground, and they were not affected by this evil spirit.

Chu Tian jumped up and slept on the wind and thunder in the air dozens of feet above the ground.

He looked at You Qianxun who was chasing quickly on the altar of the ghost, and laughed loudly: "A female ghost who is neither male nor female, I ambushed hundreds of millions of soldiers here. Do you dare to chase him? Come, come, come, if you chase him, brothers will definitely make you live a happy life!"

Chu Tian was so naughty that he had already used the scoundrels in the market to swear at each other's most rogue idle men.

Some words are so vulgar that they are so vulgar that they are so vulgar that they are not easy to record. When Chu Tian shouted loudly, he felt a burst of red face! It is really, some words are too shameless, too vulgar, and too filthy!

You Qianxun was so angry that she was scolded by Chu Tian. She left Ying Xiu'er for a moment and drove the ghost altar to chase Chu Tian.
Chapter completed!