Holding Concubine Wei's hand, Han Ming walked all the way to the hall in the middle of the mountain, raised his head and looked forward, his face full of strange looks. This hall was interesting, and the guards were all female cultivators.

Outside were two 26 or 27 years old women with fair skin and beautiful appearance, but they were expressionless. They looked straight ahead, wearing thick black armor, and behind them were two wide swords three points thicker than their waists, which were quite heroic. In the hall behind these two female cultivators, there were vaguely many figures wearing long skirts and dancing gracefully, singing and singing everywhere.

"Could it be that she is here?" Concubine Wei muttered strangely before she could reach the hall.

"What? Fei'er guessed that someone from the sect came?" Han Ming was slightly curious.

"It should be the thirteenth woman of the third uncle, Ling Nuo, a very strange person, and he can be regarded as my childhood sweetheart!" Concubine Wei looked at the hall from afar and explained with a smile.

Regarding Concubine Wei's third uncle, Han Ming also heard Concubine Wei say in detail during the years he came to Zhongtu. Like Concubine Wei's father, he is also the parent-child of the ancestor of the Nightmare Demon Sect, and is also one of the two great cultivators of the Nightmare Demon Sect today!

Concubine Wei's father and the third uncle were two extremes. Concubine Wei's father had no wives, no concubines or maids in his life. He had never heard of any woman looking at him differently, but this third uncle was completely opposite. In addition to a double-cultural companion who died early, there were more than 30 concubines, which was still on the surface. As for the maids of cauldrons, there were countless likes!

Concubine Que was the only descendant of her father's family, but the third uncle had no less than twenty descendants. Those with spiritual roots would be admitted to the sect to practice, and those without spiritual roots would be sent to the secular world to become rich and noble mortals.

Although they are both the bloodline of the old guy from the Nightmare Demon Sect who doesn't know where to go, the treatment of the third uncle's descendants and Concubine Que is very different. Concubine Que's spiritual roots are surprisingly good, and the ancestor also does not think that the bloodline of the third uncle's lineage is pure enough. After all, sometimes the third uncle doesn't even let the demon clan go.

Among the many descendants of the third uncle, only three or four of them could speak to Concubine Wei, the young master of the Nightmare Demon Sect. The others had to salute each other when they saw Concubine Wei, regardless of whether they were Concubine Wei’s cousin or cousin.

"She is a strange spiritual root with dark attributes. She is considered to be of great talent among the many descendants of the Third Uncle. She has also been cultivated by the sect. She has a very high status. She is sixteen years younger than me, so she is my cousin!" Concubine Wei explained with a smile, then took Han Ming's hand and walked inside.

"So that's it!" Han Ming nodded.

When they walked closer, the two black-armored female cultivators turned their heads at the same time, looked at Concubine Wei and Han Ming, and subconsciously touched the giant sword behind them with their right hand, and said in a deep voice: "The person who comes to stops. This is the important place of this sect. Idle people are not allowed to enter without permission, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"

Although these two female cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot see through the realm of Han Ming and Concubine Wei, they are still full of confidence.

The two female cultivators offended her, but Concubine Que was not annoyed, but said with some teasing words: "It's been more than a hundred years since we parted, and a new generation is better than an old one. When did you two join the sect, you don't know me anymore. Those who helped her guard the gate used to know who I am!" As she spoke, Concubine Que flipped her hand and a token the size of a palm was held in the palm of her hand.

"The Demon Palace Token!" When a female cultivator saw this token, she immediately widened her eyes. Then she carefully sensed and confirmed that this was the token of the eight palace masters of the Nightmare Demon Sect. She bent down and saluted respectfully.

"Disciple pays homage to the young palace master, and he abruptly. I hope the young palace master will forgive me!" At this time, another guard also recognized the token and bent down to worship respectfully.

Concubine Wei nodded slightly, pulled Han Ming straight past the two guards and walked towards the hall.

At this time, Han Ming couldn't help but think of the structure of the Nightmare Demon Sect. Unlike the situation where most sects in Dibei are in power alone, the power of the Middle Earth is too strong. Unless the real cultivation level is absolutely absolutely impossible, one person will not control a large sect (those old monsters have long stopped asking about the sect affairs)!

The same is true for the Nightmare Demon Sect. The decisions are mainly determined by the eight palace masters, namely the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, and the Eight Palaces of the Universe. Before Concubine Wei's father died, he was the palace master of the Demon Palace. Concubine Wei was naturally the young palace master, and the third uncle was the palace master of the Demon Palace.

After entering the hall, Han Ming glanced around, and a strange look suddenly appeared on his face. He glanced at Concubine Wei, but found that her Taoist couple was not surprised by the situation in front of him, but had already expected it.

In the center of the hall, there were sixteen white-faced scholars and sixteen girls in long skirts dancing while singing poems and songs from ordinary people. Aside, there were ten attendants wearing colorful clothes playing various strange instruments. At least Han Ming could only recognize a few of them.

It wouldn't be strange if it was normal to play. After all, cultivators always have special hobbies. People like this kind of ordinary singing and dancing. But what Han Ming couldn't bear to look at were the men who were wearing heavy makeup, colorful clothes, long hair, and skirts, and occasionally threw some autumn waves over.

The gender of the dancer in the center of the hall was completely reversed. The scholar was dressed as a beautiful girl, but the girl was played by a man. That's fine, she was still flirtatious, but some were charming, some were shy, and some were cold and noble, and there was a deformed beauty, which made Han Ming shudder and give him goosebumps.

He actually thought these men were beautiful!

Just above the hall, there was a hazy gauze tent, with two beautiful figures half kneeling, holding a small fan in his hand, gently slapping the wind, and in the middle of the gauze tent, there was a slim-shaped tent with only silk satin, supporting his chin with one hand and touching his feet on the maid next to him with one hand.

"I said before that my sister is a bit strange. Although she is a daughter, she not only likes men, but also women. More than a hundred years ago, before I left the sect, she had eight concubines and nine personal concubines and maids!" Concubine Wei sent a message to Han Ming silently.

Han Ming's face was even more strange when he heard this. Unexpectedly, Zhongdi was really a talented person, and he had all kinds of talents. He was so arrogant and open that he could be lewd in the day!

Concubine Wei and Han Ming walked into the hall without any cover. At this time, even Ling Nuo, who was lazy and enjoying the crowd, finally found the person coming. When he looked closely, he immediately showed a look of joy. He pushed away the maid who was fanning the wind and shook his figure, leaving the big bed in the center, and appeared in front of Han Ming and Concubine Wei.

"Sister Concubine, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, I miss you so much!" He was only wrapped in a tulle and exposed a large piece of spring light. He opened his arms and was about to pull Concubine Que's arm to act coquettish, but was shocked by the inspiration in Concubine Que's body and automatically bounced away.

When this beautiful woman saw this, she immediately pursed her lips and showed a pitiful expression, like an abandoned little beast.

Han Ming looked up and down at the charming woman who suddenly appeared. Her face was even more strange. She was covered with only a transparent gauze, which could not cover anything at all. Han Ming could clearly see her plump peaks and the mysterious area looming below.

Han Ming asked himself that he was not a gentleman. According to his nature, he would not have any false aloof attitude in this situation. He would not look at him without looking at him. But after he felt the cold gaze that Concubine had cast, he immediately pretended not to care and turned to look next to him, looking like Liu Xiahui.

Concubine Wei was a little angry at Han Ming's actions just now. She turned her head and spilled her breath on Que Lingnuo, frowned and said in a cold voice: "Give you three breaths, put on your clothes, and then expose what you want, I will cut you with something!"

"I haven't seen you for so long, are you so fierce?" Qing Lingnuo bit his mouth and replied pitifully, but his hands were not slow. He waved his sleeves and turned around lightly, and then put on a robe of a secular young master, but not a dress of a female cultivator.

Qing Lingnuo grabbed a folding fan, spread it out in a casual manner, and then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm dressed up, now it's OK!" While speaking, he looked at Han Ming next to him curiously, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Who is this? Sister Concubine will introduce it to me!" asked Li Linnuo with a smile.

"This is my husband, Han Ming, from Dibei Shengxing Sect, and now he is the honorary elder of the Demon Palace!" Concubine Wei took the initiative to pull Han Ming's hand and spoke solemnly, with a kind of attitude of declaring sovereignty.

After spending decades when she was young, Concubine Que knew Que Lingnuo very well. She was not only a man and a woman, but also a person who was not bound by ethics. As long as she liked her, she dared to climb onto anyone's bed, no matter what the other party was, an actor Youlian, or an elder. Although this cousin only likes a little white face with red lips and white teeth, and has nothing to do with her husband, Concubine Que still dared not take it lightly.

"I've seen Miss Lingnuo!" Han Ming grinned slightly and said with a smile, calmly.

When Que Lingnuo heard this, he was stunned and shook his head, looking completely disbelief: "Husband? Why has the concubine and sister already had a dual-cultivation partner? Why don't we know that you have been practicing with your grandfather and his grandfather for the past hundred years? Why did you suddenly have a husband? No one in the sect knows it! This cannot be counted, why are you so in a hurry? You can't do this."

"It can't be counted? Why can't it be counted? Can anyone in the sect control my marriage? When my father was still alive, he announced that no one in the sect can handle my marriage. Whoever I marry, and whoever I don't marry is my freedom!" Concubine Wei shook her head, and then held Han Ming's arm, looking kind and loving.
Chapter completed!