In the first half of the Tianjiao battlefield, the battle of the Holy Emperor Realm finally came to an end.

The forces of all parties are also temporarily returning home to prepare for the battle of Futian Island two months later.

Ye Guchen also accompanied the team of the Sword Dynasty, met with a group of friends, and returned to the dynasty together.

After returning to the dynasty, Ye Guchen also hosted a banquet to entertain a group of friends.

It can be said that without their help this time, it would be absolutely difficult for Ye Guchen to successfully win the Holy Emperor Inheritance.

Ye Guchen's personality tends to be indifferent and withdrawn, and he is not good at taking the initiative to make friends with others.

But his personality charm is to make a group of people willing to take the initiative to befriend him.

As for what will happen to Ye Guchen after the Tianjiao battlefield at that time, that is something that needs to be considered in the future.

Jun Xiaoyao and others also believe that Ye Guchen will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune.

The banquet was held for three days before it ended.

After that, Ye Guchen also continued to start pranayama cultivation.

In the palace of the Sword Dynasty, in a pavilion, Ye Guchen sat alone.

He took out a soul lotus.

The translucent soul-attracting lotus reflects the colorful brilliance.

Faintly, waves of majestic soul power fluctuations spread out.

"The top-grade holy medicine, the Soul Attracting Lotus, is as rare as the Enlightenment Ancient Tree in my body. ”

"Can this soul-attracting lotus assist people in condensing the Soul Palace?"

Ye Guchen looked at it carefully.

Then, he took out a crystal coffin from the Yuan Ring again.

It is the Yun Ling coffin fostered by Su Qingyu Yuanshen.

Ever since Su Qingyu last absorbed the Sage's Soul Source Crystal, he had been in a state of deep sleep.

"Although the Soul Attraction Lotus is precious, Su Seniors have great kindness to me, and Dugu Seeking Demons is even more refined by his own hands, and this Soul Attraction Lotus should also be helpful to the resurrection of the predecessors. Ye Guchen muttered to himself.

If there is revenge, there will be revenge, and if there is kindness, this is Ye Guchen's code of conduct.

Moreover, there are five soul-attracting lotuses, and it is not a big deal to give Su Qingyu one.

The most important thing is that Su Qingyu is Su Jianshi's father, and he hopes that one day, when Su Jianshi is brought back by him, he can reunite with Su Qingyu's father and daughter.

Thinking of this, Ye Guchen directly opened the Yun Ling coffin and put a soul-attracting lotus into it.

Suddenly, the sleeping Su Qingyu Yuan Shen independently emerged with a force of absorption and refining.

The pure medicinal power of the Soul Attraction Lotus was also gradually refined and absorbed.

Ye Guchen put away the spirit coffin again.

"I hope my seniors will wake up soon. Ye Guchen thought secretly.

After that, Ye Guchen continued to sink into cultivation.

After all, he had obtained the saint-level swordsmanship inherited by the Chiba Holy Emperor, the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Technique.

If you want to cultivate saint-level swordsmanship, even with a demonic kendo talent like Ye Guchen, it is not so simple.

The entire Southern Heaven Domain ushered in a brief period of calm.

But everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

Two months later, the Battle of Burial Heaven Island began, and that was the big event that could really affect the Southern Heaven Domain.

......

On the South Heaven Domain, in a lively city.

In a restaurant, an old man with a white beard and a rosacea nose is holding a wine gourd and is constantly drinking.

He smelled of alcohol, which made the crowd around him avoid him.

"This old man has been drinking here for more than half a year, is there really no one to care about him?"

"What's there to do with this, anyway, people pay for it, and it doesn't matter how long you like to drink it, and it doesn't matter if you drink it to death. ”

The two shopkeepers exchanged their heads to the ear canal.

At this moment, a group of men with tigers and bears walked into the restaurant.

"Damn, it's the Gangsters!"

The faces of the guests in the restaurant changed when they saw this group of men in black armor.

The Black Devil Gang is a snake-like gang in this city.

"Xiao Er, serve the wine!" said the black-armored man at the head of the group.

"Yes, I'll be right away!" the two shopkeepers trembled and ran to get the wine.

A group of members of the Gangsters sat down.

However, the rosacea-nosed old man, who happened to be impartial, sat in the center seat, and exuded a pungent and unpleasant smell all over his body.

"Old man, get out of the way!" the black-armored man at the head frowned and said coldly.

The rosacea old man didn't hear it and continued to drink with the gourd.

"Hey, can't you find death for the bad old man?"

A skinny monkey-like man stepped forward and pushed the rosacea old man to the ground with one hand.

The old man lay on the ground, still holding the wine gourd and drinking.

"This old immortal!" the black-armored man led by him looked at the fire in his heart.

He raised his foot, and a breath of Heavenly Palace Venerable burst out.

The leader of the Black Evil Gang is a venerable person who is not weak in cultivation.

The leader of the Black Devil Gang kicked on the head of the old man with rosacea.

The others in the restaurant all avoided their gaze, revealing a look of unbearability.

The rosacea-nosed old man still didn't make any moves.

And yet at this moment.

An old man dressed in a linen robe and with a goat's beard appeared in the restaurant like a ghost.

He grabbed the leg of the leader of the Black Evil Gang directly with one hand, and then twisted suddenly!

Click!

There was a scalp-tinging cracking sound, and the leader of the Black Evil Gang screamed in pain.

"Dare to touch our leader, look for death!"

A group of Black Demon Gang disciples roared angrily and shot out in unison.

However, the goat-bearded old man only stomped on one foot, and a terrifying power of the Holy Realm erupted.

The leader of the Black Evil Gang, as well as the members of the gang, didn't even have a chance to struggle and fear, and just exploded into blood foam.

The whole restaurant was bloody.

However, the goat-bearded old man, dressed in a linen robe, was not stained with a drop of blood.

Everyone else in the restaurant was stunned, and they were trembling.

The famous black gang was destroyed like this?

Even one of the Venerable Leaders was directly exploded into a ball of flesh and blood.

"That ...... Mighty ...... Difficult...... Could it be, Sage?" the rest of the people in the restaurant were trembling with their teeth.

In their lives, they have never seen such a big person.

But what's even more frightening is yet to come.

The rosacea-nosed old man, as if he had not seen what he saw, was still drinking to himself.

Seeing this, the goat-bearded old man shook his head slightly and sighed: "Forging Tianfeng, after drinking wine for more than half a year, it's almost time to wake up." ”

If Ye Guchen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this old man with white hair and drinking all day long.

It is the old drunkard, that is, the Southern Forging Holy Hand, forging Tianfeng!

After the incident of the Heavenly Desolate Plain, even Forging Tianfeng thought that Ye Guchen had fallen.

Seeing that a disciple he had cultivated with great difficulty, but in the end he was powerless to save him, Forging Tianfeng felt extremely guilty in his heart.

What made him even more powerless was.

Although he is an eight-star casting grandmaster, his current influence is far from being comparable to what he used to be.

His hands were wasted, and he couldn't recover to his peak.

This also made Forging Tianfeng powerless to retaliate against the Xingyu Sword Pavilion, the Heavenly God Sword Sect and other overlord-level forces.

All kinds of powerlessness made Forging Tianfeng exhausted and very tired.

So he has been nesting in this small town, listening to things outside the window, drinking all day long, decadent and down.

"Elder Yang, what are you doing here?" said Forging Tianfeng, sipping his wine.

He didn't seem to care at all about the Great Elder Yang in front of him, but he was a sage figure.

"Hey, if I don't come to you again, I'm afraid that the entire Artifact Sect will be lost by Gong Xiao and the Nangong family will be in power. Elder Yang sighed deeply.

"What, Xiao Gong loses!"

In Forging Tianfeng's drunken and hazy old eyes, a trace of bitter resentment flashed.