In Ye Changsheng's spiritual sea space, the red and black flame hanging in the air was not asleep, but in a subtle confrontation.

After the dark flame and the child and mother spiritual fire merged with each other, the spirituality of the two did not disappear, and there was a big question of who was in charge.

And Ye Changsheng has a super affinity for both, so they chose to enter Ye Changsheng's spiritual sea space.

The twenty-one zhang Linghai space became a place for them to negotiate, and Ye Changsheng became an outsider instead.

Since it is a negotiation, there must be times when there is a quarrel, and every time there is a quarrel, a powerful current of fire will escape, making Ye Changsheng suffer.

This level of pain, Ye Changsheng is not unbearable, nor is it unbearable.

But the problem is that if he is in the middle of forging a sword, or when he is engaged in a battle with the enemy, that flame suddenly eats himself, and the consequences are unimaginable!

Ye Changsheng had no better way, so he could only wait passively, only waiting for the spiritual fire of the son and mother and the dark flame to truly merge into one, regardless of each other, and this hidden danger could be completely lifted.

Half an hour later, the big ship was running normally, and Ye Changsheng returned to the cabin of the cabin and crossed his knees into pranayama.

At night, the river rises in fog, and seven large ships seem to sail in a sea of clouds.

Ye Xiangdong, who patrolled to the stern of the ship, accidentally saw a puddle of water stains on the side deck of the ship, and instantly drew his long sword.

The subordinates who followed him did not know why, but almost instinctively, and they also drew their long swords one after another, and looked around vigilantly, as if in the mist of water, hidden invisible enemies.

Ye Xiangdong squinted slightly, and suddenly caught a flash of light, and after a moment, he put the sword into the sheath.

The subordinates put away their weapons in the same way, followed behind Ye Xiangdong with a blank expression, and walked towards the other side of the ship.

In the mist, the figure of the magic bell emerged, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put away the jade carving in his hand.

I didn't expect this Ye Xiangdong to be so astute, no wonder in the battle a few days ago, more than 300 people of the Iron Eagle Mercenary Group would be killed by them.

After a while, the back door of the cabin opened from the inside, and the magic bell flashed and entered the cabin.

In the dark, Ye Changsheng still took a clear look at the magic bell that flashed in.

The Magic Bell dived in, wrapped in a black smooth leather coat that looked like a second skin.

It is too tight, and it also shows her convex and concave figure, especially the full hips that bulge after Ying Ying's small waist is closed, just looking at it, you can feel the amazing elasticity.

It's just a pity that the face of the magic bell is always shrouded in a faint smoke, covering what must be a beautiful face, otherwise it would be even more perfect.

The magic bell smiled: "Is it good-looking?" said and deliberately puffed up his chest.

Ye Changsheng staggered his gaze, coughed and said, "You came to me secretly at night, not just to let me take a look." ”

Hearing this, there was some ambiguity in his ears, and the magic bell's cheeks were hot, and his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a fierce light.

Ye Changsheng's face was as usual, and he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his words, so the magic bell's eyes became even more fierce.

Ye Changsheng was surprised, so he had to say helplessly: "It was me who was assassinated by you, I really don't know what you have to be angry about." ”

The magic bell said angrily: "We didn't assassinate you, it was the people of the Shenyin tribe who assassinated you." ”

When it came to business, the Demon Bell said: "The mastermind is Wu Tianshu, the inspector of the Demon Sect's main altar, and he is also one of the three people who escaped from the Fayan Sect. ”

Under the encirclement and suppression of more than a dozen warrior monks of the Fayan Sect, the Demon Sect Shenyin who assassinated Ye Changsheng suffered heavy casualties, and even the strongholds established for many years were wiped out.

However, the three people who escaped were also the three with the highest strength, especially Wu Tianshu.

Previously, the actions of the Divine Sound Tribes were under the secret monitoring of the Demon Bells, but now that the whereabouts of these three people are unknown, they have become more dangerous and unpredictable when they are out of surveillance.

With the magic bell's understanding of Wu Tianshu, Wu Tianshu would definitely continue to assassinate Ye Changsheng, and the next time he did it, he would be even more unguardable.

Because of this, the magic bell hurriedly touched the boat and gave Ye Changsheng a wake-up call in advance.

Ye Changsheng obviously thought of this as well, and couldn't help but have a little headache: "Isn't it possible that your general altar can't restrain him?"

He didn't know what level the inspector of the Divine Sound Sect was, but Wu Tianshu was definitely not an idle person who could make the magic bell say his name so solemnly.

The magic bell said helplessly: "Believe me, for your safety, we can kill them, but the biggest problem is that they are gone now." ”

Seeing Ye Changsheng's unhappy face, the magic bell added: "But don't worry, we will try our best to track down Wu Tianshu's whereabouts, you have officers and soldiers escorting you along the way, and it is unlikely that they will do it directly." ”

It can only be like this, not long after the fleet has left Condor City, the magic bell can risk being discovered by the Fayan Sect to warn him, this is the essence of human feelings.

Suddenly thinking of something, Ye Changsheng groped for a moment in the demon space, took out a few drawings and handed them to the magic bell: "Demon bell, help me inquire about the origin of this Xingtian axe." ”

Xingtian Axe?

The magic bell curiously flipped through the drawings in his hand, and when he saw an ancient magic pattern, he was surprised: "This is the weapon of my demon gate?"

"Probably. Ye Changsheng didn't want to reveal too much, and nodded vaguely.

The magic bell put away the blueprints, and when the footsteps of the patrolling samurai at the stern of the ship were gone, her form flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

Ye Changsheng returned to the cabin and sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind always thinking of the full and delicate body of the magic bell, and his heart was hot.

After falling asleep in a daze, he actually had a night of spring dreams.

He'd had spring dreams before, but he had always woken up in the nightmare of the pink skull, but this time he didn't.

got up and took a cold shower, Ye Changsheng wore his long wet hair, sat in the cold bucket, his eyes were lowered, and there were words in his mouth:

The beauty is moving, only a thin layer of skin on the outside, if you peel off this skin, the flesh and bones, pus and blood, feces, urine and hair, dripping and messy, there is nothing to love......

After reading half of it, he couldn't read it anymore, and he always felt that he was invisibly destroying some originally beautiful things.

Five days later, the fleet crossed the border of the Principality of the Condor, and another team of naval warships took over and continued to escort Ye Changsheng westward.

The fleet sailed along the border of a small country for three days and finally entered the territory of the Principality of Furong.

It was getting closer and closer to Furong City, the eastern capital, and the tense nerves of Ye Xiangdong and other Ye family warriors also slowly relaxed.

Since those assassins didn't do it on the journey, when they arrived in the eastern capital, where there were so many masters, it was even more unlikely that they would have the opportunity to do so.

When everyone on the boat was relaxing, Wang Dazhui, who followed Su Yun to the Eastern Capital in advance, was enduring inhuman torture, looking forward to the arrival of Gongzi day and night.