Scouts ride out in all directions.

Wan Ling'er strongly asked for battle, but Zhao Yuan couldn't resist her, so she had to follow, what made Zhao Yuan vomit blood was that Wan'er wanted him to bring Qiqi with him.

Zhao Yuan thought about it again and again, but still rejected Wan'er and Qiqi.

In order to ensure the safety of Wan'er and Qiqi, Zhao Yuan deliberately arranged ten divine warriors to protect the two sisters.

For the god warriors, Zhao Yuan now has some rough concepts.

Divine warriors also have junior god warriors, the so-called junior god warriors, that is, they have only advanced from the ninth-level berserker, and they are not able to skillfully use the power of the god warriors, so they are called junior god warriors.

After passing the primary God Warrior stage, the strength of the God Warrior is also very different, and the most important thing is reflected in talent and combat experience.

A god warrior who has been tempered and battled for a hundred battles, his combat power is extremely terrifying.

Ten battle-hardened god warriors are enough to protect Princess Wan'er and Princess Kiki, not to mention, they are in a large army, so there is no need to worry about safety.

As for Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, they didn't need protection at all. In fact, Zhao Yuan didn't want to bring the gods and demons warriors by his side, which would affect him and Wan Ling'er's performance, because both of them were cultivators, and if there were gods and demons by their side, it would be inconvenient for them to kill the enemy.

It was only from the moment Zhao Yuan's furnace fire and aura merged into one, and he hadn't had a chance to practice until now.

At this time, it was already dark, and the two of them took advantage of the night to sneak towards the demon capital, and now, they were less than a hundred miles away from the demon capital.

After leaving the large army for about twenty miles, Zhao Yuan found a secluded mountain range and stopped.

"What are you doing?" Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan take her into the woods, and suddenly blushed to her neck.

"I'll see if I can fly Edgeworth. Zhao Yuan didn't notice Wan Ling'er's shyness.

"Oh......"

Wan Ling'er replied softly, inexplicably disappointed. Wan Linger has always hoped that Zhao Yuan would show her something, but Zhao Yuan never coveted it in the slightest, which made Wan Linger extremely depressed......

What Wan Ling'er hated the most was that although Zhao Yuan didn't show the need for male animals for Wan Ling'er, he was always obsessed with those sluts, which made Wan Ling'er have a serious sense of frustration.

In the love field, Wan Ling'er is just a fledgling, she doesn't know what to do, she often ignores Zhao Yuan's existence because of alchemy, she doesn't know how to catch Zhao Yuan's heart, the only thing she can honor is to use tough means to target Zhao Yuan, and more often, she is enduring humiliation and humiliation to please Zhao Yuan, but it seems that all her efforts have nothing in return, Zhao Yuan does not treat her as a woman except for caring for her and protecting her.

Just when Wan Ling'er was feeling sorry for herself, Zhao Yuan had already led her to the dense forest.

In the darkness, Zhao Yuanpan sat on a stone, summoned such an inky little sword, and entered the cultivation.

Looking at the ink-colored little sword, Wan Ling'er had mixed feelings.

It would be great if we could turn back time and return to the Wanjia compound!

You can't turn back the clock......

......

Zhao Yuan didn't know that Wan Ling'er was wandering thousands of miles at this time, and he was urging the aura.

The aura flowed in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the seal of the martial witch was driven by the aura, and actually conjured up countless mysterious rune fragments, those runes were extremely delicate and ingenious, and they were spinning rapidly in Zhao Yuan's sea of divine consciousness.

Zhao Yuan's soul became stronger and stronger, and the aura that merged into one derived countless trickles, and then, it converged into the depths of the Qi Sea Dantian, and there was actually a faint image of "returning to the source".

After more than two months of cultivation, Zhao Yuan's aura has become more and more refined, under the washing of the aura and the transformation of "Ten Thousand Enemies", Zhao Yuan's originally strong body has not lost its previous fierceness, it seems that there is more of a weak aura, if Zhao Yuan wears a set of scholar's clothes now, absolutely no one doubts that he is a scholar.

The pure aura was injected into the formation of the ink-colored sword, and slowly, slowly, the ink-colored sword was quietly suspended in the air, silently, and the glow that emanated was like the eternal stars.

Looking at the quietly suspended ink-colored sword, Zhao Yuan's face showed surprise, got up, and slowly stood on top of the ink-colored sword.

Stand firm!

"Up!"

Zhao Yuan silently chanted, and the aura urged the ink-colored little sword.

Sou......

The ink-colored little sword suddenly flew out of the black without any warning, Zhao Yuan didn't expect the speed of the ink-colored small sword to be so fast, and suddenly, "ah" fell to the ground, and the ink-colored little sword, after flying out of the black for dozens of zhang, without Zhao Yuan's aura, fell into the grass.

"Hahaha...... Ha Lu Ha ...... "Seeing Zhao Yuan fall and gnaw on the mud, Wan Ling'er, who was grieving, laughed with a smile, and she forgot her troubles in an instant with a simple mind.

"And laughed. Zhao Yuan, who looked embarrassed, got up.

"Giggles......" Looking at the few withered grasses on Zhao Yuan's head, Wan Ling'er laughed more and more.

"Don't laugh. Zhao Yuan was annoyed and angry, rushed over, and covered Wan Ling'er's mouth.

"Woo...... Hehehehe...... "Wan Ling'er stretched out her wrist and took off the boredom on her head for Zhao Yuan, still smiling like a flower.

Zhao Yuan let go of Wan Ling'er, but when he saw Wan Ling'er's moving smile, he was stunned.

"Zhao Yuan......" Seeing Zhao Yuan looking at him stunned, Wan Ling'er suddenly blushed.

"I'll come again. ”

Zhao Yuan restrained the evil fire swaying in his body, urging the aura, and among the weeds in the distance, the ink-colored small sword slowly rose, and the sharp blade flashed with a palpitating cold glow under the night.

"If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, the input and control of the aura needs to be gradual, slowly, slowly, you will master the essentials of Edgeworth's flight. Wan Ling'er smiled and pointed at Zhao Yuan.

"Hmm. ”

Zhao Yuan stepped on the ink-colored sword again, and began to use the aura to urge little by little, gradually, the ink-colored sword slowly rose in the air, and Zhao Yuan's body also slowly rose in the air.

"I made it......"

With a "plop", Zhao Yuan fell heavily on the grass again.

"Ha Lu Ha...... Having said that you have to take your time, you are not skilled yet, and you can't do it at the same time...... By the way, you have to pay attention to the magic circle of the ink-colored sword, not the aura of your body, because the aura comes from the heart, and the ink-colored sword can't help your heart......" Wan Ling'er laughed and trembled.

"Well, come again!"

Zhao Yuan was thrown twice in a row, and he was also ruthless, and he boarded the ink-colored small sword again, urging the aura. This time, Zhao Yuan's attention was on the small magic circle of the ink-colored sword.

Zhao Yuan still kept falling, but his control of the ink-colored sword became more and more skillful.

As Wan Ling'er said, as long as the magic circle is controlled, it is much easier to control the ink-colored sword, although it cannot be retracted and released freely, but it will never fall off again.

"Ha Luha, I'm able to fly with the sword!"

Zhao Yuan frantically urged the ink-colored little sword, his long hair was flying, and the whole person flew in the vast sky like a zigzag lightning. At this time, Zhao Yuan had an extremely hearty feeling, all along, his wish was to be able to fly with a sword, and today, his wish was finally achieved.

The joy in Zhao Yuan's heart is incomparable, and his hard work has finally paid off, and he has come to the bitterness.

The sky that was unattainable in the past, in Zhao Yuan's eyes, is no longer as vast and boundless as before.

Heroic, passionate, and the earth, will no longer be able to restrain his actions.

Crazy battle intent surging in Zhao Yuan's body.

"Zhao Yuan, you can be regarded as truly stepping into the realm of cultivation now. Wan Ling'er also soared into the sky with the Ice Divine Sword, and she could feel Zhao Yuan's joy.

"Ling'er, thank you...... Hey...... Quick, there's a demon down there!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly urged the ink-colored sword, Wan Ling'er immediately caught up, and both of them flew towards the lofty mountains below the mountain at a gallop, in the lush woods, squirming, the trunks of the trees swayed, as if a demon was moving......