Dense woods, seeing the sun slanting in the west, the woods shading, birds and birds chirping.

Jiu Zhi and his party, although they were picking up Nian En and Qing Jun, there were not many people accompanying them, only four or five people, but with Mo Changfeng's current cultivation, it was a very dangerous thing to hurt Nian En or Qing Jun in front of him.

Although he was rescued by Mo Changfeng, after listening to what he said, Jiuzhi had been taken back by Mo Changfeng and several junior disciples, Qingjun was still inevitably very surprised, after all, Jiuzhi couldn't hold Jiuzhi at the beginning, how could Mo Changfeng be able to recapture Jiuzhi in just a few days.

It's just that compared to how he did it, Qingjun was more concerned about where he had gone and what he had done over the years.

"Changfeng, where have you been all these years, why don't you go back to Jiuzhi?"

"Back to the words of the uncle, the disciple has been recuperating and cultivating in a place called 'Spirit Fantasy City' all these years, and recently the news that Jiuzhi was jointly defeated by the demon world came, and the disciple and several junior disciples returned to Jiuzhi. "

"Do you still complain about your master in your heart?"

Mo Changfeng paused for a moment, how could he not complain, but after all, he let himself go, Mo Changfeng took a deep breath and said calmly: "I don't want to complain anymore." "

Qingjun smiled slightly, this response was also reasonable, he didn't want to complain, but the reality always made him forget the injury, and when Qingjun asked him like this, Mo Changfeng remembered that he hadn't seen his master.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with my master?"

"I was killed by the witch who killed Wan. Qingjun bluntly said, Mo Changfeng probably guessed that something was wrong, and now it was really confirmed, and it was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

"There are many witches who have been killed, do you know which one it is?"

"You want to avenge him?"

Mo Changfeng heard the words but didn't know whether to respond or not, if it was another witch, it would be fine, if it was her, how could he do it?

"Is it her?" Mo Changfeng still mustered up the courage to ask, Qingjun nodded, and Mo Changfeng felt a little more dull in his heart.

"With her cultivation, she can't actually hurt the master, and besides, the master has obviously seen her, why isn't she a little wary?"

"Your master has forgotten a person's ability in the blink of an eye, and you don't know it. "

Mo Changfeng's heart tingled, and he forgot it after an eye, so a woman who was hurt by him so much, in the final analysis, he only regarded her as a witch who let her play with her, and Mo Changfeng was even more sure that what he did back then was right.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?

Nian En listened to the conversation between the two of them on the side, and didn't know how to speak, and was also very curious about the "she" in their mouths, but he didn't understand what was going on, and he was even more curious about why such a powerful senior brother was actually kicked out of Jiuzhi.

"Nian'en, these are private matters, it's better if you don't know. Qingjun spoke.

Nian En nodded, and suddenly found that the wind was blowing, the branches in the woods were swaying, the leaves were rattling, and several people stopped, and the wind was mixed with demonic and murderous aura.

Qingjun sighed: "The cultivation is very high. "

Mo Changfeng glanced at Nian'en, didn't he come here for him? It's just that with him and Qingjun here, Mo Changfeng can't think of any other demon who is so bold.

"Let's keep walking, she won't do it for a while. "

Qingjun also agreed, and walked for a while, a burst of fragrance wafted in, and suddenly there was a group of demon soldiers in front of him, which was very elevated and very infiltrating, and the demon soldiers emerged like phantoms, continuing to surround the people of Jiuzhi.

The disciples paused in place, looking at these demon soldiers ten feet away from them, as if they were just trying to block their way, not to kill people, but the result might be that these demon soldiers were killed by themselves.

"The Heartless Demon of Wan Killing?" Qingjun's eyes were sharp, and he saw through these demon seeds at a glance, Mo Changfeng felt a little more uneasy in his heart, didn't she appear?

But the next person who appeared made Mo Changfeng feel a little relieved, and saw a woman in red coming out of the demon soldiers, it was Zhao Yi.

"I remember you!" One of the disciples behind Mo Changfeng called out, and the other also said, "I also remember, I was with Senior Brother Ye a few days ago. "

Zhao Yi turned a deaf ear, stared at Mo Changfeng calmly, and asked, "What about you?"

Mo Changfeng naturally remembered, but when he found out that he was a witch that day, because Ye Tao said that she was Ye Tao's sweetheart, Mo Changfeng did not embarrass Zhao Yi, nor did he disrespect her, so he really couldn't think of where he was offended.

"Miss Zhao, do we have hatred?" Mo Changfeng asked.

Zhao Yi thought about it for a while, and said indifferently: "You have no enmity with me, and you have an enmity with Wan Kill." "

Mo Changfeng looked at the unintentional demons around him, thinking about Qingjun's words, and what Zhao Yi said now, he had already affirmed the thoughts in his heart, the unintentional demon that was like a kill, so the Zhao girl in front of him might be related to her.

Qingjun said: "Miss Zhao, thousands of years have passed since the incident, why bother with Wan Killing?"

"Qingjun Immortal, that's not your business, you naturally feel insignificant. "

But there are also some misunderstandings in this, as far as this matter is concerned, Miss Zhao is not an insider. "

Qingjun was right, no matter what happened, it should be Jingyuan herself to solve it, but Ice Prison gave her an order, and she could only kill Mo Changfeng.

"Qingjun Immortal, you are wrong, if he really died three thousand years ago, the matter would naturally be in the past, but now that he is still alive, it is impossible to let him go, in addition, it is my task to kill Mo Changfeng. "

Mo Changfeng clenched the sword in his hand, "In that case, Uncle Shi, you take Nianen to go first, and I will have a discussion with Miss Zhao for a while." "

"No, she's not just the identity of the Great Protector now. Qingjun whispered to Mo Changfeng, and Mo Changfeng understood in his heart that she was still Ye Tao's unmarried wife in name and could not be killed.

"Miss Zhao, you are not only the Great Protector of Wan Killing now, you should think about what Ye Xian's nephew will do if you kill Changfeng?"

This sentence suddenly hit Zhao Yi's mind, yes, she killed Mo Changfeng, what should Ye Tao do? What should I do about the relationship between Wuzhi and Jiuzhi? She also thought about killing Mo Changfeng unknowingly, but it may not be really above board, maybe she shows up now, just to have a better solution.

Zhao Yi looked at Qingjun and the others, and said, "You go, I won't stop you." "

"Uncle Shi, let's go. Mo Changfeng also persuaded, all the junior disciples were reluctant to go, Qingjun looked at Mo Changfeng's firm gaze, understood his thoughts, and said, "Okay, Uncle Shi is waiting for you in front." "

The Heartless Demon made a way, and really let Qingjun and Jiuzhi's people pass, leaving Mo Changfeng and Zhao Yi behind.

Mo Changfeng asked, "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, it's just that I couldn't get over it during that time, and now it's good, but you shouldn't show up again. "

"This is also the reason why it hasn't appeared for thousands of years, but recently, I really don't want Jiuzhi to fall into the hands of demons, so I have to show up, and when the turmoil in Jiuzhi calms down, I will leave. "

Zhao Yizhu's lips moved slightly, if it wasn't for the death order, she didn't want to do anything to Mo Changfeng, she was indeed not a party, and she couldn't make decisions for Jing Yuan.

"You answer me a question, was it my master who injured you first, or did your master attack you first?"

Mo Changfeng didn't think that the order of his injuries was important, and said sincerely: "It was the master who was injured first." "

Zhao Yi was still a little surprised when he heard this, when the Ice Prison went to kill Mo Changfeng, according to the cultivation of the Ice Prison, he could definitely kill Mo Changfeng, and he could even be prevented from being reborn forever.

But he returned to Jiuzhi, so at that time, Ice Prison should not have killed him with his own hands, but let Jingyuan do it herself, so that she could relieve her hatred, but Jingyuan did not kill him.

So, since Qianyi didn't want to kill Mo Changfeng, why did he have to give him a charge and expel him from Jiuzhi?

"Is there any difference between this?" Mo Changfeng was a little shocked when he saw Zhao Yi, and couldn't help but be curious.

"As you may know, now, it's time to draw your sword. "

Zhao Yi took out the Yuxiao flute and faced Mo Changfeng, who hesitated slightly, "I can't do anything with you." "

"As you say, let's talk. "

Mo Changfeng nodded reluctantly, the rain flute in Zhao Yi's hand continued to exude strong coercion, the sound of the wind in the forest became whimpering, Mo Changfeng calmed down and listened to the sound approaching, seized the opportunity to strike back, and the upper sword blocked Zhao Yi's air blade.

With the sound of "ding", the sparks flashed, and the scarce leaves on the ground rose slightly, Zhao Yi chose not to get close, but put the Yuxiao flute to his mouth and blew the flute.

The sound of the flute was poignant, sharp and awe-inspiring, and the notes floating out of the sound hole were like rain, but they were bright red, attacking towards Mo Changfeng.

And around Zhao Yi, there was a cloud of true qi that seemed to be nothing, like the moonlight, protecting people in the middle.

In the face of the dense flute sound, Mo Changfeng did not use all his strength, until his arm was cut by a trace of flute, as if he was slashed by a sword blade and then burned by fire, and the pain spread, from his arm to his limbs.

Mo Changfeng didn't dare to slack off at all, gathered his true qi at the tip of the sword blade, and stabbed in the direction of Zhao Yi, which was a powerful wall blade.

Zhao Yi's eyes stared at the true qi surging up like waves, and the gentleness in his eyes instantly became very cold, and there was only coldness in his eyes.

Putting down the flute, the rain flute swept over the leaves on the ground, and a true qi rolled up the messy leaves, and with a gust of wind blowing, those leaves turned into a swimming dragon and crashed towards the wall of Mo Changfeng.

"Bang ......"

The wall fell and the leaves were all scattered, flying chaotically, Mo Changfeng's upper breathing sword slashed through the leaves and stabbed towards Zhao Yi with a "bang", quickly thundering, Zhao Yi turned backwards with a fierce spirit, and avoided it safely, but unexpectedly, the upper breathing sword swirled and rushed towards Zhao Yi's back.

Mo Changfeng's palm of true qi in front of him pushed over, and Zhao Yi's figure transformed, leaving only a cloud of red smoke, and the sword returned to Mo Changfeng's hand.

It's just that he didn't avoid it in time, Zhao Yi still felt that his arm was scratched, and Zhao Yi snorted in pain, and then there was more blood on his arm.

Zhao Yi held the wound on his left arm with his right hand, blood spilled from between his fingers, and looked at the sword in Mo Changfeng's hand, which still had her blood on it.

When Zhao Yi sighed that his speed was indeed fast, he was even more interested, how high his cultivation was, so Zhao Yi ignored the sleeves that were infiltrated by blood, held his right hand, and the fire in the palm of his hand ignited, and the Yu Xiaodi began to burn, and when the fire was extinguished, the Yu Xiaodi in Zhao Yi's hand turned into a scarlet long sword.

Zhao Yi's hand was full of true qi, Yu Xiao's sword was full of red light, and he snorted and confronted Mo Changfeng's upper breath sword, Mo Changfeng skillfully avoided Zhao Yi's attack, and reflexively pressed down Yu Xiao's sword.