After a pause, Elder Song Ji handed over to Nangong Xinran and said: "Miss Nangong, it's our fault. Since Ye Wuwu has been kicked out of the school, he is free, and we have no right to interfere with him. "
When Nangong Xinran heard what he said, he immediately smiled, put away his big pen, and said: "Elder Song Ji, you still know how to speak."
Song Ji cupped his hands again and said: "Then, Miss Nangong, let's say goodbye first. Please don't take the little dispute just now seriously. Our Jianmen and your Danqing Immortal Sect are still good friends."
Nangong Xinran smiled and said: "This is natural."
Song Ji immediately took his men, turned around respectfully, said goodbye and left.
Song Yanjun was very unhappy throughout the whole process and wanted to say something, but under Song Ji's eyes, he did not dare to say more.
Until he was far away from Nangong Xinran and others, Song Yanjun finally couldn't help it and said: "Master, the Tingyu Sword is still in the hand of that good-for-nothing!"
Elder Song Ji said in a deep voice: "Of course I know, but the eldest lady of the Danqing Immortal Sect is nearby, so it is not convenient to take action."
Song Yanjun snorted and said, "What are you afraid of? How can a mere Nangong Xinran stop you, master?"
Elder Song Ji made a "pop" sound, slapped Song Yanjun hard, and said: "You don't understand the overall situation! If you offend the Danqing Immortal Sect, there will be endless troubles. The mountains and rivers ink paintings in the headmaster's cave were all given by the Danqing Immortal Sect. How dare you offend them so easily?"
Song Yanjun covered his red and swollen cheeks, feeling very resentful and dissatisfied in his heart, and said, "Are you just looking at that trash and taking Tingyu Jian away?"
Elder Song Ji said coldly: "Don't forget that the purpose of our trip is to seize the treasure of the Chaos Flame Emperor! Moreover, that waste took back the Tingyu Sword and restored the Dantian. It is probably related to the Lord of Samsara. The Lord of Samsara It might be nearby! Don’t let the small lose the big!”
Hearing this, Song Yanjun's eyes lit up. If he could catch the Lord of Reincarnation, the benefits would be great.
You must know that the Lord of Samsara is the enemy of Demon Ancestor Wutian. If the Lord of Samsara can be captured and dedicated to Demon Ancestor Wutian, the credit will be huge.
"Master taught me that it was my disciple who was reckless!"
Song Yanjun said sincerely, but his eyes kept turning, as if he wanted to find the Lord of Reincarnation.
From beginning to end, neither of them noticed the masked man next to Nangong Xinran and Ye Wuwu just now.
They never expected that the man wearing the mask was actually Ye Chen!
Mainly because Ye Chen's cultivation aura was so low that both Song Yanjun and Song Ji completely ignored him and only thought he was Nangong Xinran's follower.
…
But Ye Chen and his party, after taking a short rest, returned to the restricted area of the sea of blood.
"Hey, Ye Wuwen, your Dantian was destroyed, how did you recover? How did you get expelled from the school?"
Nangong Xinran blinked, feeling very curious inside.
"Don't ask, it's business that matters now. Let's talk about my business after we get out."
Ye Wuwen was worried that Ye Chen was nearby and didn't want to expose Ye Chen's identity, so he didn't explain too much.
However, Nangong Xinran's curiosity was aroused and he could not calm down. Seeing that Ye Wuwen still refused to say anything, he asked Ye Chen:
"Hey, masked man, tell me, what's going on?"
Ye Chen answered simply: "I don't know."
"you!"
Nangong Xinran choked back and turned red with anger.
Ye Chen didn't bother to care about her, he just looked at the sea of blood in front of him and said coldly:
"Think about how to get through this sea of blood."
After hearing Ye Chen's words, Nangong Xinran calmed down and stared at the boundless sea of blood ahead.
When she stared at the sea of blood, the pitiful screams, the wails of evil spirits, and the cries full of injustice and grief filled her ears again.
The creatures who were slaughtered by Ancestor Hongjun all cried out here, and even her Tianjun-level Taoist heart found the cries of injustice unbearable.
"This place is so evil."
"Why don't we go?"
Nangong Xinran took Ye Chen's arm again and said tremblingly.
If there is any enemy in front of her, she is willing to write a decisive battle.
But unfortunately, there was no enemy in front of him, only the boundless sea of blood, boundless injustice and bloodshed.
Ye Chen looked at the sea of blood, and suddenly his thoughts started to wander.
If Emperor Shitian were here, with his extremely pure state of mind, could he withstand the impact of this endless bloodshed?
In Ye Chen's impression, Emperor Shitian had almost no emotions, and he only wanted to practice the inner demon curse sword, judge the world, and establish an utopia.
If Emperor Shitian were here, with his pure state of mind, he might really be able to withstand the impact of this sea of blood.
Also, if the murderous aura of the Human-Slaughtering Holy Grail is refined by Emperor Shitian, he might be able to understand the Great Dao and practice the Inner Demon Curse Sword to the ninth level!
"Strange, why do I suddenly think of Emperor Shitian?"
"Is that guy not exhausted yet?"
Ye Chen frowned, feeling very confused.
"Hey, let's give up on the treasure of the Chaos Flame Emperor. This place is too dangerous."
Nangong Xinran shook Ye Chen's arm, obviously frightened by the sea of blood in front of him.
This restriction of murderous intent and bloodshed is too terrifying.
Ye Wuwu on the side also had a solemn face. Even with his Tianjun cultivation, he did not dare to step in rashly.
"Don't panic, I have a magical power that may be able to withstand the impact of this sea of blood."
Ye Chen calmed down and thought of the Hongmeng Starry Sky.
If the Hongmeng Starry Sky is released, it may be able to block the impact of the blood sea.
Hongmeng Starry Sky can resist even inner demons, and is best at resisting these evil things.
"What magical powers do you have?"
Nangong Xinran was surprised. Even a powerful person like her was helpless in the face of this blood sea restriction.
Could it be that Ye Chen, an ant in the lower realm of Taizhen, could still do something?
"After I use that magical power, my soul may be under great pressure and unable to fight anymore. If I encounter any enemies, you can deal with them for me."
Ye Chen's voice was slightly solemn.
The restrictions in this blood sea were too terrifying. He estimated that after releasing the Hongmeng Starry Sky, all his energy would be used to maintain the operation of the starry sky, and he would not be able to fight at all.
Therefore, he needs the protection of Ye Wuwu and Nangong Xinran!
Seeing Ye Chen's solemn posture, Ye Wuwu and Nangong Xinran were even more shocked. Could he really have a way?
"If you really have the means, I can protect you."
Nangong Xinran held up the giant pen and exhaled like a blue road.
"Brother Chenye, I will protect you."
Ye Wuwu also pulled out the Tingyu Sword and waited intently.
"Well, then it's up to you!"
Ye Chen didn't talk too much, he immediately gathered his spiritual energy and prepared to cast a spell.
