Fairy’s Box

The deep sea, the bottom of the Great Barrier, the Palace of the Emperor of the Sea.

Sparkling waves of light slanted down from the radial skylight, and smoke swirled in the beam of light. A huge stone statue was faintly standing in the smoke. The towering trident was tightly held by it, and the lower body was a strange eight-legged horse.

The ethereal moans of the girls lingered as the smoke rolled, soft as cotton nets and as thin as silk threads, and the ecstasy sound waves were pervasive and swept through every corner of the space.

On the throne at the lower end of the stone statue, Julian was surrounded by countless translucent enchanting shadows, like a group of birds and swallows surrounding their breeders. The stunners licked his earlobes, stroked his body, and cheered him on with sweet, seductive voices.

tick tock...tick tock...

The blood was crawling slowly underground like a thin red snake, like a rhizome trying to take root on the white floor, and the air was filled with the breath of death, **** and carnival.

Julian's shirt was half-open, the neckline showed strong muscles, and a pair of pure white hands exuding scalding heat were pressed against his chest, and the owner of these hands was sitting cross-legged on his waist.

Surrounded by countless blue and white limbs, this youthful body stood out. The delicate girl's eyes were hazy, her brows were lightly wrinkled, and her soft and fullness trembled from time to time.

The dark red blood continued to seep from the position where they were combined, and every time the girl was excited by the other party's teasing, there was a continuous flow of blood full of vitality from her body.

Julian has a perfect figure that is the envy of most men, as if carefully carved by a master artist, without any extra lines on his body.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed the girl's delicate chin, and put his mouth on her red lips, concentrating on absorbing what he needed. The hands in white gloves seemed to be playing music, and the slender fingers danced to the rhythm, constantly throwing the girl to the pinnacle of joy.

"Um?"

Sea Emperor frowned slightly, like a hunter who smelled blood, his movements stagnated for a moment, and his articulation broke away from the girl's lips at the same time. He stared at the closed doors and fell silent. After a while, he sighed:

"Someone betrayed me."

"..."

The girl in her arms did not respond, her pretty face was pink, her eyes were half-open and slightly closed, as if she was still intoxicated with boundless happiness, completely unaware that her life was passing by quietly.

"Hailong, you are destined to pay for what you did."

Julian's eyes flashed with a cold and stern light like a lonely star in a moonlit night, and his toned body shook slightly, and the girl who was squeezed out of the last trace of vitality fell down and fell silently on the floor stained with her own blood.

The life of a fresh virgin makes his skin flow with oily and vibrant light, like a **** descended from the earth, sacred and inviolable.

...

On the winding stairs leading to the Great Hall of the Sea Emperor, a tall and upright figure was gradually ascending the stairs. The pale and broad slate continued to spread backwards from the man's feet. Along the way, the fully armed corpses of the Sea Race were lying on the ground.

His burly body propped up Rosevia's black uniform, even accentuating the outline of his muscles, and an equally jet-black ribbon tightened the collar of his shirt. A sealed long sword hangs from the sword grid at his waist, and the hilt is held in his hand. From beginning to end, there is no edge.

"Stop! Who are you? Don't you fear death if you dare to enter the forbidden area of ​​the sea clan?"

"Behind is the palace of His Majesty the Sea Emperor, and intruders must not be allowed to enter without authorization!"

"You can't bear the anger of His Majesty the Sea Emperor. If you are wise, go back and forth from where you are!"

Relying on the **** of the stairs, the deep-sea guards used their shields to form a copper wall and an iron wall, cowering behind the shield wall, shouting constantly, trying to persuade the invaders to give up their advance.

"..."

Yale completely regarded the blockers as air, and with a flicker of his figure, he crossed their barriers and went straight to the tall palace shrouded in waves in the distance.

Ding--!

Just as he flashed past, countless straight golden lines crisscrossed through the air suddenly, and the sea clan guards still maintained their expressions of shouting and threatening, and their bodies were torn apart like the reflections of the ice cubes shattering.

"What kind of power is that, killing so many people in just one face-to-face?"

"Evil, devil...he must be a devil!"

"Escape, escape, we can't stop this monster!"

Facing the corpses of countless warriors of the same race behind the enemy, as well as the stunt of killing that they had never seen before, the courage of the sea clan to resist was completely wiped out.

For the sea clan who still persisted in the face of themselves, the black-haired knights would all be killed, because most of these people are die-hard loyalists of the deep sea evil spirits, and keeping them will always be a scourge. And he didn't bother to kill those pustules that collapsed at the touch of a touch. After all, there were too many.

The closer you get to the palace in the distance, the clearer the unique position of the will of the deep sea becomes. The energy radiation that is vaguely detached from all things is completely different from the half-finished product of Calf. The two are simply the difference between a fluorescent light and a torch.

In terms of energy level alone, it is already the level of the end of the lower ranks. Except for the inextinguishable sealer, this is the strongest of all Yalei's opponents.

Moreover, he can feel that the core strength of the opponent seems to be damaged, and he may have suffered a serious blow, otherwise the energy level will be stronger.

If he is allowed to recover his strength, in time, it will be another disaster at the level of the **** of blood tongue.

The black-haired knight felt extremely excited to be able to eliminate this level of calamity with his own hands, as if his whole body was bathed in lightning, and every pore was filled with numb electric shocks.

Using the blood of the Heretic God to lay the foundation for his tempered eight-pole body, this is the best ceremony he has dreamed of.

Yale's speed seemed to be slow, but it was actually faster than he imagined. Those movements of stepping up were just an illusion caused by afterimages staying in place.

But in just a few dozen seconds, he crossed the long stairs and appeared outside the door of the Imperial Palace.

Squeak-la-!

The black-haired knight slammed open the heavy carved door at the end of the road. Behind the towering throne, a huge stone statue holding a trident stood opposite the palace gate. The radiating skylight reflected the waves, and the light was like a tidal wave. For a moment, Yale mistakenly thought that he had entered the kingdom of heaven on earth.

The next moment, countless ghost girls' bluish-white and transparent figures, and the red bloodstains on the white floor, dragged this space from heaven to hell.

"You are an honored guest invited by Hailong. It is indeed extraordinary."

A figure stood up from the throne, and the girls jumped up from around him like fireworks. They floated in the air with a chuckle, stretching their beautiful bodies arbitrarily. In the blink of an eye, he lost all his clothes, and his bare feet danced with smoke. In a trance, there was a unique combination of ethereal and enchanting.