Long Chile was different from Yuan Jixue. The latter had the body of an immortal ghost and had methods of hiding his traces, so he could naturally sneak into the illusion without alerting anyone and become a part of the illusion.
But Long Chile was wrapped in a thunderous aura and was expectedly rejected by the illusion. The Shen locked his body in an instant. But Yu Ru’e had been molested by his disciple and shizun in turn, and the extreme sense of shame was lingering, how could the Shen let this go?
Long Chile naturally knew this well. He held up his shizun’s befuddled and trembling body and secretly gritted his teeth.
He still had the appearance of a glowing youth, with a slender neck and a thin body, but the two evil roots between his crotch were fully mature. The heads of the glans were red and swollen, and there were circles of black scales on the shaft, ferocious and angry. Dampened by liquid, they looked like cast iron.
The Shen didn’t know the secret method of changing his body, so it forced the change into a penis. As a result, his crotch was swollen and painful, his blood was boiling, and he couldn’t let it hang down. With every step he took, he would inevitably bump into Yu Ru’e’s white and slippery butt, making an ambiguous wet sound.
The pubic mound was swollen and raised up high and it spat out the bright red and slippery inner flesh, the big and small lips revealing a bulging sensuality, the fat red fleshy fruit trembled within the tight slender golden ring. He pinched the clit’s base tightly, almost squeezing it out of a pair of fleshy flaps.
Long Chile walked fast, his waist straightening just in time for Yu Ru’e’s behind to press down. With a sticky suction sound, they inserted straight into the squishy and hot lips. The two holes opened wildly, sucking the swinging sack, licking the shafts, and warm and slippery liquid poured down, washing the ferocious poisonous dragons. With one big step, the cocks cut into the holes like a hot knife through wax, smashing the pearl in one fell swoop, making the soft red pussy fat and swollen. A limp white jade-like cock trembled and wept with every step.
Long Chile struggled to move, sweat dripped from the forehead, but the evil root was stuck in the soft and vibrant fleshy petals, deeply sunken in the deep and soft cavern. His lower body was stimulated enough to exude fire, where did he have the care to walk.
Although Yu Ru’e was drowsy, his body was well weathered and he naturally felt the beauty of the two rods in his ass. His two holes immediately opened up and he spat two streams of glistening sticky juices. His anus had just been pounded by fingers, and it became even more obscene. The wet red flesh hole kept tightening, and seeing that Long Chile was about to ejaculate semen with his two shaking balls, it swallowed Long Chile’s sac tight in one gulp. With the wrinkled thin skin, the soft testicles inside were squeezed until it made a gurgling sound, and the concentrated semen ran wildly.
Long Chile gritted his teeth, the sweat on his forehead trickled down to the pit of his neck. He hugged Yu Ru’e’s slippery thigh, raised it upwards, and finally got out of the clam-like lustful, and thirsty crack. But immediately, he heard a smack. A wet and soft ass hit the young man’s tough waist, trembling softly.
Long Chile took a deep breath as the man in his arms groaned softly and opened his eyes. Mist still lingered in those dew-like silver eyes, but the confusion and pain had disappeared without a trace.
He pressed against Long Chile’s forearm, trying to push away. His strength was weak, but it revealed a firm and irresistible temperament.
Long Chile knew that Shizun was resisting him.
The long dream shared day and night for a hundred years finally disappeared in the forced copulation. He felt dejected, but he was helpless, not to mention, he was neither able nor willing to turn back.
“Shizun,” Long Chile murmured, kissing the cold white hair behind his ear, “don’t be afraid of me.”
A silver teardrop which was transformed by Bai Xiao’s obsession was between Long Chile’s fingers. There was a shocking secret hidden in it.
He lowered his head, held Yu Ru’e’s penis, rubbed his fingertips on the red glans, and immediately pulled out a string of mucus. He slowly twisted the slit open, and the wet and tender flesh inside stretched out, trembling under the provocation.
Long Chile pressed the teardrops into the urine hole and pricked his fingertips heavily.
An extremely sharp chill instantly penetrated Yu Ru’e’s genitals. His pupils suddenly dilated and his waist twitched like a suffocating fish that was flapping its tail on the verge of death. He could only grab Long Chile’s wrist, let out a whimper, and fall back among the treasure-covered ground.
The teardrop couldn’t withstand any strength, and it dripped and rolled within the long and soft red meat, penetrating to a frightening depth in an instant. Yu Ru’e subconsciously held his own penis tightly, strangling the base. But only in time to pinch the bead under his flesh and, with a puff, the bead bypassed the fingertips and was actually squeezed deeper. Astonishing soreness and numbness splashed out with the urge to urinate, enveloping a ray of thrilling pain.
Apparently, the teardrop dug through the end of his urethra, got into a frightening place, was washed by the abundant hot juices in his body, and instantly turned into a piece of silver foil the size of a fingertip, tightly sealing him from the inside.
Whether it is urine or turbid semen, they were completely blocked without revealing a trace.
Yu Ru’e clutched his bulging lower abdomen, trembling all over. His fingers sunk into the white flesh, whimpering because of the continuous pain in the tender place.
His heart trembled violently, his body was icy cold, and the memories covered by the Shen surged in like a cloud. Before he had time to sort out his chaotic thoughts, he heard a low sigh.
“Yu’er…”
Immediately, an inexplicable memory rushed into his spiritual altar.
Bai Xiao stood in the Nine Heavens, breaking his sword body.
The remnant sword fell straight down, with unparalleled power, instantly piercing through the hazy sea of clouds, through the mountains and ravines of the human world, and broke through the twelve barriers of the demon realm in one fell swoop.
At the same time, the Shen opened its eyelids, and the water of the blood lake swirled extremely fast, pouring all of it into the cracks in the pupils. The mountain of meat stretching thousands of miles undulated as if breathing and was nourished by the blood to form a layer of hazy and sticky red. The light was like viscera wriggling and squeezing in the abdominal cavity.
The remnant sword just pierced through the Shen’s eye, only to hear the Shen scream. The folds of flesh trembled frantically, the blood in the Shen’s eye splashed out like a fountain, and the bubbles the size of tumors exploded in succession like a sword just cast from molten iron being thrown into boiling water.
In Bai Xiao’s remnant sword, his demons were already imprisoned, and the evil desires for thousands of years had condensed and remained undissolved, covering the body of the sword with a layer of dark rust. However, he was washed by the extremely violent lake of blood and turned into a demon body in an instant.
The white-clothed black-haired immortal was hanging above the broken sword, and his snow-white sleeves fluttered to the ground, soaked in blood, gradually soaking up a layer of scarlet. His eyes were red, and circles of dark red cobweb patterns burst out on his cheeks, like mottled blood, where there was no trace of gentleness or casualness.
The Shen quickly healed itself in the severe pain, and a layer of blood grew out of the pierced pupil, which was flexible and thick, tightly wrapping the broken blade. The broken blade was also furious, struggling desperately. Sometimes its body skyrocketed, making the fleshy membrane creak, and sometimes it shrank suddenly, as thin as a silver needle, trying to get out of the gaps within the Shen, but the fleshy membrane still clung tightly on.
He saw a sarcoma protruding suddenly from under the reddened flesh, shifting under the skin in all directions.
The cracks on the heart demon’s face also bloomed, his face showing pain, and his pupils shrinking sharply. Obviously, the fusion with Shen caused him extreme pain. Even if he was the most rigid and powerful sword body, it was difficult to withstand the erosion of the world’s evil desires.
How could this Shen monster not take advantage of it?
As early as the first dawn of the primordial world, it had a body, and its flesh and blood was a spiritual treasure conceived by fortune. It was soft and tough, balancing yin and yang. Normally, it leaned against the Nine Heavens and was lifted by the pure energy of the Nine Heavens and it faced the bottom of the blood lake, swallowing the seven emotions and six desires.
It was just that the good and evil in the three realms were out of balance. It had more evil desires, and a corner of the Shen had been eroded. For a while, the lake was filled with blood and water, and it was about to flood into the Nine Heavens. The weak balance between the three realms was crumbling.
It waited hungry for so long but wasn’t able to wait for the white jade to repair the sky. Instead, the already injured Shen was seriously injured.
This time, the opponent was a rare and tough one. It tried its best to draw blood from the lake, but it still couldn’t digest the broken sword. On the contrary, the delicate wound inside the Shen was smashed by the surrounding sword energy and almost turned into bloody mud.
Bai Xiao’s inner demons were frantically washed by the blood, and his handsome face was worn away like the broken sword. With his bones exposed, he could no longer see his true colors.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly said, “I am a demon body, if you devour me, it will be harmful and useless.”
It was not long after he fell and demonized, the celestial energy around him hadn’t dissipated, but at this moment it suddenly withdrew, and a violent demonic aura shot up into the sky.
The Shen howled, the folds of its body surged like waves, and rows of fleshy tentacles popped out, flying all over the sky.
“Let me become the master of the Dao of Heaven,” the heart demon said, “I will give you a big gift.”
He fused with half of the Shen’s body. Although they couldn’t stand each other, neither could they swallow the other, but they could hear each other’s inner voice.
The Shen had not become sentient, so it could only repeat vaguely, “White jade…white jade that mends the sky…”
Only by refining the long-lost white jade could it completely heal the wound.
“The white jade can’t be given to you,” the heart demon said softly, “I’ll give you a sword, whether you can refine it or not depends on your ability.”
A strange smile appeared on the face of bones. Abandoned by his body and forced to merge with the Shen, he hated Bai Xiao, so naturally he wanted to let the high-ranking sword spirit get a taste of a fallen demon.
After that, the rest could be imagined.
Bai Xiao ran into the Shen’s trap almost without hesitation. In the illusion, he guarded the furnace on behalf of Yu Ru’e. He willingly used his sword body to mend the sky and endure the pain of thousands of years of calcination. Day after day, the energy was swallowed and eroded, and most of the sword’s body was corroded.
The day he was completely corrupted was also the day when the heart demon escaped from the Shen completely.
It’s just that the Shen’s hunger for the white jade had not diminished at all. The closer Bai Xiao was integrated with it, the more he could hear its furious voice.
He transformed into a clone in severe pain, rushed to the lower realm, and finally embarked on a road of no return.
Long Chile held Yu Ru’e’s hand and stared at him.
The skin in his palm was as cold as ice and snow, and the fingers that were used to holding a sword, which had never been as motionless as a mountain, were trembling slightly at this moment.
Long Chile put those hands together in front of his chest, trying to warm Shizun’s cold fingertips. The young man’s thin chest heaved violently, like a taut drum, his heartbeat was surging and throbbing, almost burning through his chest.
His dragon transformation became more and more serious. A black scale quietly appeared on his white cheeks with barely an itch, spreading from his chin to his temples, and even his beautiful fingers popped out with sharp claw blades. Obviously, his estrus period was imminent.
Yu Ru’e’s snowy elbow was held in his palm, and he was caught off guard, scratching a few narrow red marks.
Startled, Long Chile subconsciously clenched his claws into a fist, clasping the claws tightly in his palm, and embraced him with soft knuckles and wrists, like a tiger clumsily and hastily spreading its pads to catch a branch of flowers.
He was still in a human body, his skin was delicate, and blood dripped from his hands in an instant.
Long Chile gritted his teeth, desperately resisting his instincts, but in the next moment, his stature skyrocketed. A dragon tail dozens of feet long instantly tore his clothes and slammed into the rock wall and the pearl-covered ground. The wind picked them up and danced wildly, like flying sand and stones.
He turned into a dragon body with black scales all over his body. He lay at Yu Ru’e’s feet and his eyes were like bright lanterns, his dragon whiskers floated in mid-air, eagerly wrapping around the immortal’s dangling calf.
As soon as he touched it lightly, the black dragon raised his jaw and shooed away the restless dragon’s beard.
He was really scorching hot, the dragon’s tail flicked wildly, and the dragon’s saliva dripped along the ferocious sharp teeth. Yu Ru’e’s white soles and pale pink thin and graceful ankles were soaked in a pool of wet slime. They reflected in the huge golden pupils, becoming weaker and weaker like flower branches.
His Shizun, a lofty immortal, was now pale and naked, leaning against the rock wall, drowsy. And his usually inviolable posture, because of the huge size difference, looked particularly weak and deceitful. The ice-like skin, covered with liquid and sweat, was slippery and translucent, just like a soft and ripe nest, ready for anyone to enjoy.
It made him want to use the tip of his tongue to smash it in, lick his lustful and tender inner cavity, and sip out a mouthful of nectar.
What’s worse, Long Chile suddenly remembered that there was a secret hidden in the dragon’s nest.
Ever since he had the idea of deceiving his master and exterminating his ancestors, he quietly set up this dragon’s nest and usually concealed it with secret methods. At first glance, in the quiet and deep ice cave, Bai Xiao was still sleeping peacefully.
But in fact, everything under the ice layer had been hollowed out. Apart from the gold, silver and jade he looted everywhere, there were also buried bones of the ancestor of the dragon.
Fragmented white bones crisscrossed and formed an indestructible bone cage surrounded by majestic dragon energy, which had never been extinguished for thousands of years. This was a prison tailor-made for immortals, as long as he is lured into it, as long as…
He didn’t know how many times when looking at Yu Ru’e’s undefended back, his vertical pupils fluctuated.
When Yu Ru’e bowed his head to light the lamp for Bai Xiao, he was staring at his Shizun’s waist tightly bound by the black robe and the white and slender nape of his neck, silently licking his teeth.
Those good and evil thoughts, the taste of intertwined lust, were like walking on the edge of a knife, and he never wanted to taste it again.
Long Chile suddenly closed his eyes and curled up, not daring to look at him again.
Just shrinking the dragon’s body to the size of a bucket already exhausted him. He really had no energy left to resist the mating instinct.
As soon as Yu Ru’e opened his eyes, he saw the black dragon curled up at his feet, the dragon’s beard drooping to the ground with a teary look.
His little disciple didn’t even have the strength to act coquettishly, his black scales turned up in rows, revealing bloody wounds, the dragon’s horn was broken, dripping blood, obviously from just after a fierce fight.
In his memories, Bai Xiao told him the whole story, so he naturally knew what his disciple had gone through.
It was just that the grievances and resentments, right and wrong, couldn’t be counted clearly in this place.
He was silent for a moment, pulled away from the chaotic thoughts, picked up the huge dragon head, and laid it across his knees.
At the broken part of the dragon’s horn, white bone stubble was exposed. Yu Ru’e’s fingers rested on the black dragon’s hot eyelids, temporarily pacifying his painful trembling, and then he bowed his head and sucked the dragon’s horn.
The dragon horn was as thick as a wrist, he couldn’t hold it in one mouthful. He could only stick out the tip of his tongue and lick it around quickly. The crystal saliva slid down the rough edge of the fracture, the liquid shining. The newly born bone was extremely tender, just like a baby’s deciduous teeth, and bit by bit it came out.
Long Chile’s dragon horns itched to the core, and Shizun’s lips and tongue were warm and soft. He almost suspected that he was pulling out the tender shoots. The dragon’s head rubbed against Yu Ru’e’s thigh and almost washed Yu Ru’e’s waist and hips with his saliva. That dishonest dragon tongue got in between the tightly closed legs from time to time, with a squelch, it swept across the entire meat seam, barely tasting the flavor of meat.
Yu Ru’e really couldn’t hold back his frantic head, so he could only lift him a little by the dragon’s horns.
The black dragon didn’t struggle, but turned over, exposing his soft abdomen. The golden eyes still had tears, as if in unbearable pain.
It was just that the scales on the lower abdomen were opened, and the two evil cocks stood high. They had been soaked in lewd liquid, making them look particularly oily and slippery. The scales were pitch black and moist, and even the barbs were erected.
He shook his waist and flapped his tail, almost covering those two evil rods, and whimpered a few times.
“Claw.” Yu Ru’e said.
He curled his dragon tail and obediently raised his hind paws into Yu Ru’e’s palm.
The dragon claw could barely be held with both hands hung in a strange posture. Yu Ru’e lowered his head, his white hair fell like a waterfall on his bare shoulders, his bright red lips were moistened with saliva, and the tip of his tongue loomed behind his teeth.
Just a second before he sucked the dragon claw, the dragon claw clasped his neck and pressed it hard.
He was thrown against the rock wall, and then, the cold dragon body coiled around his body, and the dragon’s claws violently came out and clamped his wrists and ankles respectively, like shackles made of steel.
The huge dragon’s head looked down at him, and a second pupil was split away into a pair of golden vertical pupils.
The Shen once again took control of the body.
In the dragon nest.
The icy snow-like young man was tightly strangled by a black dragon, and one could only vaguely see a bit of white skin through the wriggling scales, like hazy moonlight. The ferocious dragon’s head rested on his shoulders, and the golden pupils danced frantically.
Yu Ru’e was forced to straddle the icy dragon’s tail, his silky white hair fell on the dragon’s scales like a handful of snow falling into a ravine. The two delicate flesh holes were dripping with sexual fluids, washing the black scales smooth. The bright red lips were opened, and the raised dimples were caught in the gap between the scales. The gravel-like hard scales were roughly brushed, and some of the scales stood straight up like the gills of a dying fish. A bit of tender red soft flesh was squeezed to the point of swelling, and even the most sensitive hard seed was mercilessly scratched and crushed.
Not long after the tender red was squished between the pitch-black scales, a strand of bright slimy juice oozed out, like the honey pulp of an overripe fruit.
His burgeoning male genital was precisely caught between the black dragon’s two evil monsters. The black dragon violently moved its waist and abdomen, its two phalluses were raised high, slamming together from time to time. The dark barbs and hard scales were next to each other, and a light pink fleshy head squeezed out from the thorn bushes, tender and sensitive. A wisp of cloudy white seeped out of the raw soft slit.
His penis was delicate, how could it withstand the black dragon’s malicious squeeze? The dense soft thorns on the dragon’s penis hooked his tender skin painfully sore and hot, as if he was under rough shackles.
The black dragon just moved his back a few times, and then his whole body twitched, pouring out a puddle of obscene juice.
His lower body was already extremely wet and slippery. There was a puffy red groin sandwiched between the snow-white and plump asscheeks. The center was encased and the liquid was incontinently flowing all over the ass and legs, as if it would melt on the lips and tongue as long as one lightly licked.
The black dragon clamped his cock and fiddled with it for a while. Seeing that his muscles and bones were so soft they were close to melting, he flicked his tail and squeezed a snowy asscheek. The glistening white meat almost flowed out. A dragon shaft even blatantly pressed against his entrance.
Pchi!
Yu Ru’e whimpered from being pierced and clutched the dragon’s claw.
The black dragon fucked without any rhythm, completely using his tender hole as a sperm bucket. He only knew how to attack it with all his might, breaking open the soft flesh that was as hot as melted fat, and dragging out waves of obscene fluids without mercy. The red flesh wrapped around the cock was stretched to the extreme, almost turning into a red film. How could it bear this frenzied pleasure. Every sensitive point was hooked and picked by the barbs, softening it until it was like flower paste, and large streams of slick and cum splashed out from the joint.
He grabbed the dragon’s claws, his whole body trembling from being fucked, and his two long legs kept kicking the dragon’s tail.
The dragon’s claws were so sharp that they cut through his skin almost instantly, and blood shot out from his palm.
The black dragon let out a long moan, the double pupil flickered frantically and suddenly turned into a pair of dark and wet eyes. The corners of the eyes were red, intertwined with fright and anger. Yu Ru’e and his eyes met, and in the blink of an eye, there was only time to see the crystal clear eyes in the corners of his eyes. Tears became those cold double pupils in an instant.
It was just that the sharp claws holding him had already retracted. With all his strength, Long Chile thrust the blood-stained sharp blade into his palm and locked it with hard bones.
Yu Ru’e arched his neck up, enduring his frantic thrusting, panting like melting from the endless pleasure, while holding his claw silently. The hot blood of the little disciple gushed out and covered his hands.
It was like catching a beating heart.
The black dragon’s sex was extremely violent, almost lifting him in the air, and he hit against the rock wall over and over, making a loud and wet squishing sound. The sweat on his back was stained on the rock wall, and there were different shades everywhere. The stains were smeared away randomly, like flower branches trembling in the rainstorm. A snow-white asscheek was extremely overripe and red from being slapped, the pain was so much that it was almost numb, and the two holes were fucked into two wet red meat tubes. The soft flesh inside was smashed so thoroughly that even the mouth of the uterus was red and puckered. It was like molten rouge.
With a long groan, the black dragon slammed its waist and abdomen in, almost carrying the sound of the wind, and rushed into the deepest part of the caverns.
Those two long legs sandwiching the dragon’s body raised high, with straightened toes covered in slime.
At the moment when the black dragon ejaculated, the huge dragon’s head suddenly lifted up, and the dragon’s beard shook like crazy, and immediately began to change violently.
The familiar boy’s face appeared in front of Yu Ru’e again with a painful look.
Long Chile’s black hair hung down, sticking wetly to his cheeks, the fair and young face was like a gardenia in the rain, his eyes were wet and soft, with tears in them. Only the shadow of one person could be seen, childishly innocent and persistent.
Below the waist and abdomen, there was still a ferocious dragon body, and the full-blown penis was deeply pressed into Yu Ru’e’s body, thick semen shooting out one after another.
“Shizun…” Long Chile called out in a hoarse voice, trying to stretch out his hand to sweep away the wet white hair, but the beautiful fingers were deeply sunken in the palm.
He frowned, pulled his little finger out of his palm, lowered his head, and bit off a phalanx.
He put the phalanx between his lips, silently recited the incantation, and the knuckle immediately turned into a small sword, the whole body was made of black jade with a warm luster.
The Shen turned the Yu’e sword into a phalanx, thinking it was deceptive enough, but finally let him discover it.
Both of them knew the purpose of this sword.
Yu Ru’e stared at him silently for a moment, hugged the back of his neck, bowed his head, put his bright red lips around Yu Ru’e, and hid it under his tongue.
The warm lips and tongues of the two parted as soon as they touched, as if exchanging a bloody kiss.
In the next second, scales quickly covered the fair boyish face.
The dark and wet eyes were once again replaced by cold golden pupils, and in the eye sockets, a pair of vertical pupils were close together, staring greedily at him.
Yu Ru’e’s eyes were closed, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and it seemed that he only had the strength left to pant. His body was soft and ripe, a deep pink color oozed from his snow-white waist and abdomen, like a juicy peach, and his holes gaped meekly, the tender flesh convulsed from time to time, sucking on the two ferocious penises, mellow and smooth to the extreme.
His snow-white arms were even more weakly embracing the dragon’s body. Obviously, he had been fucked into the most docile and sweet dragon’s nest.
The black dragon bowed his head towards him as if possessed by a demon.
He also raised his neck, his white hair slid down his back, a soft red tongue coated in clear and warm saliva poked out from between his bright red petal-like lips and gently licked that double pupil.
The black dragon wanted to close his eyelids, but he was greedy for the tenderness between his lips and tongue, so he stared straight at him.
Until the sharp pain pierced through that pupil.
This thing was actually just part of the Shen.
Part of it looked like a thin layer of eye shadow, with dense fleshy tentacles growing under it, as thin as a hair, firmly inserted in the side of Long Chile’s pupil, looking like a golden red vertical pupil.
With a sweep of the tip of Yu Ru’e’s tongue, the Yu’e sword cut off every tentacle precisely and gouged out the redundant pupil completely.
Afterward, he opened his lips and spat out the edge of the sword, completely nailing the struggling Shen to the rock wall, cutting off the possibility of it escaping.
There was only a slight chill in Long Chile’s pupils, and before he even had time to feel the pain, the incomparably powerful shackles quickly faded away.
Yu Ru’e held the blade in his mouth and twisted it again, and the Shen immediately exploded into a cloud of blood mist. An extremely painful howl exploded from a distance, and the Shen, whose body was injured, trembled frantically, and the entire illusion shattered.
In an instant, the entire dragon nest exploded and turned into a blizzard and hail flying all over the sky. Yu Ru’e’s sanity sank rapidly, and he was about to fall into a misty illusion.
Long Chile let out a long moan, trying to wrap around his body, but his scales also scattered like foam. Still refusing to give up, he put his bloody claws on Yu Ru’e’s shoulders, trying to grab him.
Yu Ru’e shook his head, turned to hold his claw, and licked the wound for him. The broken claw lengthened again and became indestructible.
Long Chile whimpered, half of his body turned into a phantom. He was being expelled from the illusion, but the ferocious dragon head leaned against Yu Ru’e’s chest, rubbed against it, and spat out a string of words quickly.
Those golden dragon pupils, just washed by tears, stared at him for a moment, as if they were waiting for an answer.
Yu Ru’e was silent for a moment, tapped on his dragon horn, and said, “…Wretched disciple.”