The magic bell is gone, with a hint of fear.

This was the first time she realized Ye Changsheng's terrifyingness since she knew Ye Changsheng.

The magic bell was still a little sad, a grievance that she couldn't even say.

She missed Ye Changsheng, who was hijacked by her in the carriage, but instead used gloomy wood to heal her wounds.

She misses Ye Changsheng, who was in a wheelchair and said to her, "One part, two wide".

She misses Ye Changsheng even more for deliberately playing tricks on the tossed coin and letting her escape.

And not long ago, Ye Changsheng asked Liu Yiyi casually, because of his intentional or unintentional concern, he saved Liu Yiyi's life.

And now, on Ye Changsheng's body, there was darkness and depth that even she felt trembling.

It is conceivable that when those eight statues appear at auction, it will inevitably cause a competition between the Daomen, the Buddha Gate, and the Demon Gate.

Ye Changsheng only needs to borrow from it, even if he can't crush the Zuo royal family, which represents the imperial power, it is enough for him to gain equal status.

This is a dangerous game, this is a point of no return, but if there is a slight deviation, any force will crush Ye Changsheng, will ask the Sword Hall, and crush the entire Ye family to the point that there are no bones left.

The reason why Ye Changsheng wanted to do this, the magic bell was probably still clear.

Today's grand occasion in the Sword Hall is just a blazing fire cooking oil, which seems to be full of flowers, but it will be disillusioned at any time.

And disillusionment was precisely the biggest fear in Ye Changsheng's heart, and it was also something he could no longer bear.

He had been betrayed by his most beloved people, he had been betrayed by his most respected elders, and his relatives, including himself, had almost died of conspiracy and conspiracy, while some had already died of conspiracy, including his own parents.

So he chose to fight back, and from that day on, he was no longer a simple teenager, a genius swordsmith obsessed with sword forging.

He recaptured the family business, he killed the Hong family, and he even sent the woman who he couldn't tell whether he loved or didn't love himself, and sent him to the grave of the fire with his own hands.

He and Wen Jiantang have gone all the way, and they seem to be soaring, but in the end, it is just a bargaining chip in the hands of the superiors.

The difference is that the weight of this chip is getting heavier and heavier, but it is still a chip that is destined to be exchanged for others.

The so-called sincerity is vulnerable in the face of interests, and the lack of humanity also makes the world illusory and strange.

To reject disillusionment means to resist the dictates of fate, and only those who have made deals with the real devil are qualified to be a chess player, not a pawn.

Obviously, Ye Changsheng was ready.

Maybe in his heart, he also has to pay a heavy price, so why succumb to fate and become a pawn?

Ye Changsheng is enchanted.

The night was like ink, and the silver light was silently swaying down.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair, his long white hair flying in the wind, like a silver flame.

Ye Changsheng didn't fall into the demon, he just sighed a little.

In the past few days, he has seen countless flattering and condescending faces, and while he is disgusted, he finds that he seems to be such a person.

Many times, people often have to give too much in order to get something as simple, but when you give everything, he finds that what he wants is actually long gone, or has lost its meaning.

Such as dignity.

Changsheng didn't know if he was delusional, or if he woke up in time.

But when he thought that after he entered the capital, he would crawl at the feet of the crown prince Zuo Yuanyi and at the feet of those top magnates, he felt uncomfortable.

If Sledgehammer saw the scene of him groveling, would he look down on him for it?

Those dead elders of the Ye family, those who fought for the Ye family's bloodshed, and those undead who wandered in the valley of the Iron Eagle Hall, would they look down on him because of this?

Could it be that what they wanted, what they followed, what they defended with their lives, was a thing that had broken its backbone?

No, by no means.

Ye Changsheng's cold eyes burst out with two rays of fine light.

He was different from his father, who had to take care of so many people back then, so he had to bear it silently, and there was no way out.

But he has.

Yi Shui Tang is the retreat of the Ye family.

If he died, according to that secret agreement, Yi Shui Tang would provide protection for all the people of the Ye family and the Wen Sword Hall.

Changsheng was convinced of this, because this was Qin Feng's promise, a swordsman's promise.

In that case, why can't he give it a go?

Could it be that he didn't wake up until Wen Jiantang was completely accustomed to submission, only to find that the dignity he thought was priceless had actually become worthless?

Moreover, this time he deliberately provoked a dispute between Buddhism, Taoism, and Mormon, and the situation may not be as bad as he imagined.

If he can seize this opportunity, the fate of him and Wen Jiantang will also be reversed.

Ye Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

The wheelchair slid forward, like a bird with folded wings, tumbling and falling into a bottomless cliff.

The rolling man and the wheelchair fell into the clouds, and when they were about to fall to the ground, the circle at the bottom of the wheelchair was suddenly activated.

The light reflected the cold smoke, and Ye Changsheng hovered on his knees on the wheelchair and shouted: "Suck!"

At the bottom of the cold cliff, black lights and shadows and green smoke swam towards Ye Changsheng one after another, circling and dancing.

The next moment, they all burrowed into the black vortex on Ye Changsheng's chest.

The black storm surged, and under the traction of the mystery of the "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter", the yin and evil qi was transformed into attributeless spiritual power, flowing towards the spiritual sea.

Since the last time Ye Changsheng had refined the six dark relics of the Demon Gate powerhouse, the second-level floating slaughter in his spiritual sea had almost taken shape.

On the contrary, it was his own cultivation that couldn't keep up with the cultivation of the seventh-level floating slaughter.

Now that the cultivation of immortality is still in the transformation realm of the spirit realm, in the spiritual sea space of the dantian, the spiritual power has been condensed into a small crystal clear droplet.

And in order to reach the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, it is necessary to compress this small water droplet into a solid state, and the spiritual power required will also increase exponentially.

After the powerhouse of the Demon Gate was counterattacked, Changsheng got the token ring and got a large number of high-grade spirit stones from the storage space of the ring.

These days, half of those attributeless top-grade spirit stones have been refined by him, but that water droplet still hasn't changed at all.

After half the incense, the yin qi at the bottom of the cliff was also refined, and the small water droplets in the spiritual sea space also did not change at all.

Maybe the total amount of spiritual power increased, but he didn't feel it.

The black storm in his chest subsided, and Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

After feeling it for a moment, he shook his head depressedly: "It seems that before going to the capital, I have to go to the underground Xuangong of the Black Wind Ridge again." ”

(End of chapter)