"What's the merit?" asked Garcia. “”

"Do you remember the day of the fire in the Withered Leaf Valley, I asked him to come over and kill Han Mou with my own hands?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

When he came, the seven-star sword trembled. ”

"What?!, you mean he-"

Ye Ling nodded, "Well, apart from me, he is the first martial artist to make the Seven Star Sword feel something. ”

"Then you can cultivate it. Garcia bowed.

"It's not just about cultivating, it's impossible for me to stay in Tianyan Sect all the time, and when I absorb the Hongmeng aura, after a little cultivation, the day of ascension is getting closer and closer. ”

Da, da.

Garcia didn't respond, and the sound of the horse's hooves was a little small.

"What's wrong?" Ye Ling asked.

"I can't bear to let you go. Garcia's voice was small.

Ye Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, "Hey, why wouldn't I? If it weren't for the Stygian Blood Prison to do things, I really want to stay in the world until I grow old." ”

Chen Chen, he said again: "But don't worry, like Xiaotang and Jia Yong, they will be ten years at most, Zhang Buyu will be fifteen years, Shenzhu Shentao and their brothers, forty or fifty years, they should be able to soar." ”

"For the upper realm, decades have passed in a flash, and we will still be together sooner or later. ”

"Hmm......" Garcia pursed her lips, "I'm just complaining, in fact, everyone knows that only Ascension can directly fight against the Stygian Blood Hell." ”

"Don't be stressed. Ye Ling's words changed, "I'm just talking, ascension is not a trivial matter, we have to do too much." ”

Ye Ling found that when he ascended in the previous life, he was alone and had nothing to worry about.

A person named Ye Ling suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth, this world is still running the same, the birth of an immortal is like a dead leaf falling, silent and without waves.

But this life is different.

With his strength, he is enough to accurately grasp the timing of his ascension.

If he wished, he could even immediately retreat into penance, and within three months, he would be able to ascend to the ranks of the Ascended.

However, this is not realistic.

The human world needs a strong enough guardian power to allow his celestial realm to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, without worrying about the safety of the mortal world.

Although he has been constantly accepting apprentices, training, making friends with sects in the past few years, and even becoming the sect leader of a large sect, Ye Ling still feels that it is not enough.

Whenever his brain relaxes for a moment, he asks himself:

If in the next second, the demon army returns and is overwhelming, will people be able to resist it?

The answer is hard to determine.

In addition to the frontal threat, Ye Ling found that now the Stygian Blood Hell had changed its tactics.

Take this Soul Shaper Han Mou as an example, if he hadn't been stupid, pretended to be smart, colluded with the Fire Phoenix Pavilion, monitored the Tianyan Sect, and was discovered by Ye Ling, then he would still continue to lurk in the Hongyuan Empire.

How many snakes and insects are there like him?

Ye Ling was not steady.

It's not enough.

For the whole world, Ye Ling will always be a little ant.

No matter how powerful he is, he is at most a diligent ant.

We have to find a way to make the whole world, at least the whole Hong Yuan, stronger!

Only when everyone is strong will these evil invaders be inaccessible.

"Ye Ling. ”

"Ye Ling?"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright? I've called you several times. Garcia asked.

Ye Ling shook his head and said, "It's okay, I was thinking about things just now, and I was a little distracted." ”

"You're so tired, you haven't rested for a long time. ”

"No, I had a good night's sleep yesterday. Ye Ling replied.

"No, I mean real rest, a break and a moment of nature...... Anyway, you're so tired that you started talking in your dreams again last night. Xiao Ya's expression became more and more serious.

Ye Ling smiled awkwardly, as a martial artist, talking in dreams is a sign of restlessness, often talking in dreams, it means that the cultivation of the mind has been scattered, and the cultivation should not be forced, but should be closed to the heart.

What a luxury idea to keep your mind behind closed doors.

He closed his eyes on horseback and let out a long breath of turbidity.

Ye Ling was inexplicably a little sleepy.

"By the way, Jia Yong hasn't come back yet. He asked, opening his eyes.

"Well, if we come back, we should receive a letter from the sect. ”

After that, Garcia then added: "But don't worry, their blood vials are still intact, which means that there is no fear of life, it should be that the enemy is too difficult." ”

"It's hard to say, it's been a few months, and there haven't been any major things to do recently, so let's go and see for ourselves. ”

"Wait a minute, the United States is far away, and it will take a long time for them to sail back and forth, and they may already be on their way back. ”

This sentence is obviously Garcia's delaying tactic, if Jia Yong and they really come back, they will definitely release Feihong to send a message back first to inform them of their next actions.

At least let Ye Ling rest for a day, and if there is anything, wait for a day.

This is the first thing that comes to Garcia's mind as a wife.

The winter night sky is as clear as water, and countless stars converge into a river.

Suddenly, a swift shadow appeared from the sky.

A cry sounded, and the golden-winged roc, who had just not known where to hide, flew towards the swift shadow.

But at a distance of about 100 miles, both slowed each other down.

The Golden-Winged Roc screamed again and disappeared into the sky.

It seems that it is not the enemy who is flying.

Soon, the swift shadow swooped down.

"It's Feihong. ”

The pitch-black Feihong "Night Feather" fell from the sky and landed on Ye Ling's arm.

A small secret letter, wrapped around its foot and neck.

"Written by Senior Zhang?" Garcia guessed that it was a letter from Zhang Buyu.

Ye Ling unfolded the secret letter and gradually frowned.

"It's Shenzhu. ”

"They're back?!" Garcia said happily.

Ye Ling shook his head.

"It's not them, it's him. Ye Ling turned his head to look at Garcia and said, "Jia Yong didn't come back, Shen Zhu urged us to go back quickly." ”

Ye Ling raised his arm, released Feihong into the sky, and then whistled towards the sky.

Feihong rises, and Jinpeng falls.

"I'm tired, take the two of us back to Tianyan Palace together, you see if it's okay. Ye Ling said while holding the back of Jin Peng's neck.

Jin Peng was screaming.

Both of them climbed on its back at the same time.

"Sit tight. ”

Shaking its wings, Jinpeng is indeed a little difficult, but it can also fly.

Although it is relatively reluctant, relying on flying, even if Jinpeng has to come down to rest for a while every few hundred miles, it is much faster than riding a horse.

"Hey. Looks like you don't have time to rest again. ”

"It's fine. Ye Ling held Jinpeng's saddle in his hand.

Half a day later, the two returned to Tianyan Sect.

Shen Zhu was already waiting in the conference hall.

"Brother Ye, Sister Xiaoya. Shen Zhu saluted.

"What's wrong with you, Jia Yong, we're being detained in the United States?"