The Heavenly Punishment Axe that lost the Dark Flame also lost its true value, but Ye Changsheng still put it away well.

How this Heavenly Punishment Axe was cast, who its previous owner was, and what it had to do with the Demon Gate, these immortals wanted to know very much.

The swordsmith's three-piece set was almost crumbling, the three hourglasses, the cross of the Xuankong stone, and the white flat plate were all burned black.

After Ye Changsheng closed the mechanism, he wiped them clean one by one, and deliberately took out a drop of Zhongshan spiritual essence and evenly applied it to the three-piece set.

Zhong Shan's spiritual essence can contain the sword spirit, and it can also contain the spirituality of the magic weapon, and tonight's three-piece set can also be regarded as a meritorious contribution to his subduing the dark holy fire, and he deserves to be treated well.

After packing up, Ye Changsheng changed into a wide robe and pushed the door out.

Rumble!

The four walls and the roof of the room collapsed with a bang.

With two open doors, standing alone in front of the ruins, Ye Changsheng stepped over the threshold with one foot, looking at the two major offerings that came over, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

There was a bang, and the door fell apart.

After washing up in another room in the small courtyard, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed in a snake dance posture, and with a movement of his mind, his figure disappeared from the spot and entered the Zara Realm.

As soon as the morning dawned, he was going to see the senior monks of the Fayan Sect, and he exuded a dark aura all over his body.

In the early morning, Su Yunfang received a message from Ye Changsheng, and the place where he met with the senior monks of the Fayan Sect was to make an appointment at Liufangju on the side of the canal in the east of the city.

Su Yunfang was surprised, when he came to the Principality of Condor in the early days, he had been to the three major red mansions in Condor City, and Liufangju was one of them.

He was no longer impressed by the singers of Liufangju, but he was deeply impressed by the beautiful painting boats wandering on the canals.

Probably everyone likes to be surprised.

With the prepared gifts, Su Yunfang rode the carriage and drove all the way, and finally stopped in front of the door of a small three-story building.

When you walk around here in broad daylight, you can't see anyone.

Su Yunfang walked through the gate, through the pavilion, into a garden, and finally stopped in front of a small pier.

More than a dozen painting boats are parked side by side on the pier, and even in the daytime, you can feel the thick smell of fat powder.

On the bow of one of the painting boats, a monk looked at Su Yunfang and the others, folded his hands, and bowed his head in greeting.

Su Yunfang didn't dare to slack off, bowed his head, and then took two entourages, stepped on the painting boats, and came to the monk in a moment.

Before entering the cabin, Su Yunfang heard Ye Changsheng's voice, and then a chuckle.

Su Yunfang's face couldn't help but tremble, and her eyes showed surprise.

Su Yunfang always thought that Ye Changsheng could have a relationship with the Fayan Sect, but it was because of the lack of blame, not that there was any origin.

On weekdays, he was used to seeing the children of those families, how submissive and cautious they were in front of the masters outside the square, and he Ye Changsheng would probably do the same.

But he didn't expect that Ye Changsheng not only sat with the senior monks, but also talked and laughed with each other, getting along like a harmonious relationship between elders and juniors, which was a bit incredible.

Thinking in her heart, Su Yunfang walked into the cabin, and at first glance, she saw the two senior monks opposite, with solemn expressions and no smiles.

His heart couldn't help jumping, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Senior Su Yunfang, I have seen a few senior monks!"

Raising his head, he gestured slightly to the Buddha's son.

Looking at Ye Changsheng, who was beside him with a calm face, Su Yunfang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and after a long time, the person who was only willing turned out to be himself.

Ye Changsheng stood up and introduced the two eminent monks and Wu Zhen to Su Yunfang one by one.

Master Ningshan and Master Ningchuan are both warrior monks of the Fayan Sect, and Ye Changsheng doesn't know the specific position, after all, he is also meeting for the first time.

He only knew that these two were one level lower than the Dao Yun Master and the Dao Shi Master of the "Dao" generation.

Su Yunfang saluted again, and then ordered someone to send the prepared gift, which could be regarded as an official meeting.

After Su Yunfang took his seat, Ye Changsheng explained: "Your Royal Highness the Second Prince, last night several high-ranking monks united with the Divine Eagle Palace to strangle the demon demons entrenched here, so today's meeting was simply arranged here. ”

Su Yunfang nodded suddenly, in fact, when he saw the dried blood stains on the dock, the officers and soldiers on the other side of the river had already guessed a rough idea.

Master Ningshan, a warrior monk in his fifties, showed a smile on his solemn face, and looked at Ye Changsheng: "Wuxin, thanks to the collapse of your house, which alarmed them, otherwise we wouldn't have tracked them here." ”

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The disciple is stupid, and he can't help anything." ”

Early this morning, Ye Changsheng got the news that they had eliminated one of the Demon Gate's strongholds in the city, so they hurried over.

Thankfully, the few live mouths caught by the Fayan Sect are just the outer lines of the secret development of the Demon Gate, and the level is very low, and the Demon Bell is not among them.

If the magic bell is caught, it will be a big problem.

Master Ningshan looked at Su Yunfang again, and briefly explained the situation of chasing the Demon Gate, but when it came to confidentiality, he didn't say a word.

After all, Su Yunfang is a member of the Su royal family, and he is a special envoy who came here, so he has to explain a little.

Su Yunfang naturally didn't have any dissatisfaction, even if Master Ning Shan only said one word, one word, it would be enough for him to go back and make a difference.

Fa Yan Sect pursues the people in the Demon Gate, then it is better to hunt it down, no party is willing to get involved, the less you know, the farther away from right and wrong.

Seeing that everyone was no longer talking, Su Yunfang obviously felt that it was redundant for her to stay, so she stood up with interest and saluted her farewell.

The mission of his trip has been completed, and it is time to return to Furong City to resume his life, as for Ye Changsheng, he naturally has the protection of the naval army of the Divine Eagle Principality along the way, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Not long after Su Yunfang left, Ye Changsheng also got up to say goodbye, ignoring the strange eyes at all.

"No mistake, no intention, I'm afraid that I will see through your mind and deliberately avoid you. Master Ningshan's joking words came from the cabin, Ye Changsheng smiled and flew onto the riverbank.

He still has a lot of things to do, he really doesn't have time and no tricks, while the two masters are here, it's still too late to leave.

Otherwise, when the two masters are gone, Wuzhen will definitely follow, and he can't get rid of it.

At noon, the big ship of the Ye family after resting at the north wharf of the city, under the protection of six warships, set sail again and went upstream.

Ye Changsheng was dressed in white, standing solemnly on the bow deck, and the Condor City in his sight gradually disappeared.

It seems that the magic bell will not come, Ye Changsheng really wants to know who is trying to kill him.

Boom!

Suddenly, the spiritual sea space of his dantian, the small red and black flame, jumped violently.

A raging stream of fire instantly swept through the body, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing the body.

Ye Changsheng's face couldn't help but turn pale, and he let out a slight muffled snort.

It's damn good, this is the third time today.

The Spiritual Fire of the Mother and the Son, the Flame of Darkness, when will the negotiations between the two of you end?