Chang Ye searched again with his divine sense, but he didn't find anything abnormal, and his heart couldn't help but sink, since that incident three hundred years ago, he had really consumed a lot of Yuan Shen, and his mana naturally decreased greatly, but he never expected that his skill had regressed so much that he had already entered the Jiuli Pot Law Circle Enchantment, but he didn't know it.

Thinking of this, he stopped and looked around, but still found no flaw, as if someone had specially let him in.

This kind of bad feeling, Chang Ye experienced for the first time, just like a praying mantis and a car, the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and he still had a little fun of being a cat as a mouse.

"If Xianjun regrets it, it's too late to go out now."

The soft and glutinous voice sounded again, a little less gentle, a little more tough.

Chang Ye hooked the corners of his mouth, and there was no way out: "What if this immortal doesn't go out?" ”

The voice was silent for a while, revealing a bit of regret: "If the immortals of Kunlun Mountain are willing to be buried in the Quinoa Mountain, it is also the honor of this mountain. ”

Chang Ye sneered, and immediately turned out a red lotus fire between his palms, and threw it in the direction of the sound with the momentum of thunder, the orange flame didn't know what to encounter in the air, it burned crackling, and even the dead wood on the side was ignited, and the fire suddenly spread, illuminating the air, and reflected in Chang Ye's blood-colored eyes, which was extremely gorgeous.

"The Red Lotus Flame only burned a lot of the Yuan Shen's body, but I didn't expect the Kunlun Mountain Immortal to give such a generous gift as soon as he came." The whisper sounded again, as if in a distant place, drifting.

Pretty fast!

Changye Dan's eyes narrowed slightly, clenched his fists, and the orange flames around him disappeared, only to see a pile of black ash powder floating in the air. He walked over with his sword, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, smiled coldly, and used his divine sense to spread into the distance: "Anyway, he is also a pot keeper of ancient artifacts, but he is as timid as a mouse, and he only dares to put a piece of rotten wood as a stand-in." ”

In a word, it is full of provocation.

Sure enough, the other party quickly responded, this time it was no longer the voice of a soft and glutinous girl, but a hoarse and old voice: "Radical generals? Hehe! I'm afraid that Xianjun forgot, it has been three thousand and five years since the last war between gods and demons, and the old man has grown wise, everything has changed, only Xianjun remains the same, it seems that he suffered a loss three hundred years ago and has no long memory. ”

The last few words, like a blunt hammer, struck into Changye's heart word by word, like breaking the solid ice that had been sealed in his heart for a long time, and he was a little out of breath, but then he reacted and sneered: "I didn't expect you to guard the Jiuli pot for thousands of years, and you are still very transparent about the outside world." ”

The hoarse laughter of the pot keeper sounded, as if showing off: "The old man doesn't know about other people's affairs, but the affairs of Xianjun have made such a big noise, it's hard to think about it." ”

"Shut up! How can you be slandered by a half-demon monster in the Nine Heavens! ”

Chang Ye's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his face was extremely indifferent, his blood-colored eyes revealed a faint anger, and a red lotus flame behind him was eager to try.

"Is Xianjun angry?" The pot keeper laughed again, "But I know more than that, I heard that this Immortal Monarch came to visit, and I was forced to do so." ”

"Really?" Chang Ye's face sank, and he stared at a certain place in the mountains and wilderness for a moment, like a beast that had found its prey, and suddenly jumped forward, rushing over with the Qingfeng sword, the white light cold blade cut through the air, bursting out with a fierce sword aura, and everywhere he went, he raised sand and rocks flying all over the sky, and there was a great tendency to destroy it.

"Xianjun's temperament still hasn't changed, and he'......s still in such a hurry."

The voice of the pot keeper was not in a hurry, only the sharp sound of weapons colliding and dazzling sparks in the air.

Chang Ye's sword hand was a little more forceful, and he pressed the opponent's blade tightly, without the slightest intention of backing down. The other party also seemed to use all his strength, recruiting the death hole, turning out countless sword flowers to resist the attacks of the Qingfeng Sword again and again.

Between the lightning and flint, a fork of golden light flashed in the dark clouds on the top of the sky, and then a deafening thunder slashed the ground, exploding silver-white sparks, and two streamers of light, one purple and one red, burst out of the sparks, strangling each other, fighting to the death, and countless sword flowers flashed in the air, destroying everything.

After a few rounds of fighting, the two men with swords stood intact on the two protruding stone pinnacles, and only the sound of swords resounded through the wilderness.

"You!"

Chang Ye constricted his pupils suddenly, staring at the other side for a moment.

The other party got rid of the crimson anger behind him, took a step forward, and sneered: "I didn't think that Xianjun was a nostalgic person, and I can't forget that battle after three thousand years, but it's a pity that Xianjun's mana is not as good as before, but his swordsmanship is still excellent." ”

"You change me back!" Chang Ye's expression became gloomy.

"Hehe, it seems that Xianjun minds this face very much!" The pot keeper flicked his dark red hair, and his lips raised a beautiful arc, "I just conjure up what the Immortal Monarch thinks in his heart, not voluntarily." ”

Chang Ye showed a look of disgust, and waved his sword at the other party: "It's so good that Cangyi is the demon prince, how can you be a monster to be defiled!" ”

After finishing speaking, he kicked with the strength of his feet, and the Qingfeng Sword suddenly turned into a silver-white dragon and rushed over, seeing that he was about to hit the person in front of him, but the other party did not hide, and the corner of his mouth suddenly had a strange smile.

Chang Ye frowned, instinctively noticing that it was not good, and when he understood, he saw Zhaoyang, who was standing in pink yarn three zhang away in front of him, looking east and west for something.

"Don't come here!"

With Chang Ye's roar, the silver-white dragon crashed into the nearby cliff, smashing a huge pit on the stone wall, and the stone fragments fell in all directions.

The moment Chang Ye landed, he only felt a fishy saltiness gushing out of his throat, coughed a few times, choked out two mouthfuls of blood, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw that the person standing opposite was looking at him playfully, and then the other party moved his lips, evoking a provocative smile.

Damn it!

He gritted his teeth and subconsciously raised his sword to chase, but was blocked by Princess Zhaoyang who pounced.

"Changye! Are you okay! She looked at him with worried eyes, and before she could reach out to reach it, she was blocked by Chang Ye's impatience.

Zhaoyang frowned, and wanted to say something, but he saw Chang Ye raise his sword and wave, choking, and resisted the blade that slashed down.

"Pretty agile!" The pot keeper showed a look of uncertainty, and tossed back, dodging the red lotus flames that burst out from behind Changye.

Taking advantage of the gap, Chang Ye grabbed Zhaoyang's arm, jumped on the auspicious clouds, turned around and ran away. The pot keeper still wanted to chase it, but was blocked by three black-clothed men who suddenly appeared.

Chang Ye glanced behind him, then at Princess Zhaoyang, and snorted with a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhaoyang was dissatisfied with Chang Ye from just now, and now he was laughed at by him, and his heart was even more unhappy.

Chang Ye looked at the front with a faint expression: "The last immortal admires the emperor's wisdom and martial arts, and he will never let the princess get into danger in the lower realm." ”

Princess Zhaoyang sneered: "Changye, do you want to say that Brother Wang has gone back on his word?" ”

"The last immortal doesn't dare."

Chang Ye was not in the mood to quarrel with her, and after a perfunctory sentence, he unfolded his divine sense to probe the enemy's situation, and made sure that he had thrown off the other party before slowing down. Probably relaxed all of a sudden, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest, a fishy sweet liquid gushed up his throat, and he couldn't help choking, and then his eyes went black, and the whole person fell down.

Princess Zhaoyang didn't expect Changye's internal injuries to be so serious, she called her name a few times in a row, but she didn't see the other party's reaction, she panicked for a while, and randomly turned out the pill in the Qiankun bag, whether it was useful or not, she stuffed more than a dozen elixirs in Changye's mouth, and then the six gods sat sideways.

To say that there is no guilt is a lie.

If he hadn't appeared out of nowhere just now, the man in front of him wouldn't have been injured by the sword qi of the Qingfeng sword. If it weren't for her appearance, maybe the man in front of him would have completed the emperor's explanation.

Even so, he chose to protect her and abandon the mission.

She suddenly thought to herself, maybe there was still a chance between them to work hard.

Thinking of this, Princess Zhaoyang's heart couldn't help but soften, she immediately waved her sleeves, summoned several Nine Heavens elite soldiers, and ordered: "You guys hurry up and find a breakthrough in the enchantment to protect this princess and Kunlun Mountain Immortal to get out safely!" ”

"Yes!"

The elite soldiers received the order in unison, and scattered in all directions with a roar.

Just waiting for the surroundings to be quiet again, Princess Zhaoyang leaned down, her fingertips slid across Changye's face, and said softly in a gentle voice: "You are my man, I will never let you run away this time." ”

In a small town five kilometers away from the Quinoa Mountain, a few decent buildings are scattered in a thatched house, which is very out of tune, and looks like it stands out from the crowd.

Princess Zhaoyang chose the two best upper rooms of the inn and waited for something.

A man in black knelt on one knee and saluted with fists: "Princess, it's the fifth day, if Lord Changye still can't wake up, the last general suggests that the princess should go back to the Nine Heavens Emperor Ming first, after all, the mana of the Lord is not as good as before, it is still important to heal, and it is not too late to take the pot and come back one day." ”

Zhaoyang didn't say yes, nor did he say badly, he just squinted at the person who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, and then looked at his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground, and was silent for a long time.

Even if she was masked and changed into mortal clothes, she still recognized the person's identity.

There are no weak soldiers under strong generals.

This person is one of the fierce generals of Kunlun Mountain, Lihu, and in the battle of preparing water in the Tartar Demon Realm, he also made great achievements. I want to see the coach I once followed and convinced, but now I am embarrassed, and I feel a little bad in my heart.

Zhaoyang playfully stirred the lock of green silk under his sideburns, speculated in his heart, and then thought of the emperor again, I don't know if his old man really didn't care or deliberately arranged for Lihu to follow him for another purpose.

Was it to test Changye's reaction? Or did the emperor never trust the Kunlun Mountain Immortals?

But if it weren't for Chang Ye personally following and protecting the emperor, the ancient artifact might not have been able to be obtained in a short period of time. If it weren't for Chang Ye, who personally led the vanguard into the Demon Realm camp and stabbed the Demon Prince, I am afraid that the battle would last for hundreds of years.

It's not a good thing to be able to get a high level of merit.

Zhaoyang looked at Chang Ye motionless with a complicated expression, and his memories began to drift into the distance.