Devouring Immortals has only been loyal to the last emperor from beginning to end, so the emperor's character deeply affected it.
As a result, the Devouring Immortal didn't have that much emotion about the demise of the Jiuhua Kingdom, because it was just a sword spirit and only loyal to the emperor.
They were in the same camp before, but now they are enemies of Zhao Lei, that is, they are enemies.
The ghost general saw that the Immortal Devourer had no reaction, and the light in his eyes dimmed. This silent movement revealed the Immortal Devourer's answer.
"Kid, just wait! One day I will get it back. You can only slander its reputation by holding it!"
"Hmph! Don't talk too much. Who is running away like a drowned dog with his tail between his legs? The winner in this world is king!"
If the ghost general left like this before, Zhao Lei might still be wary and let him go without causing more trouble, but after saying this.
Then the matter cannot be solved so easily. Now he is the master of Devouring Immortals.
If Zhao Lei didn't react at all when someone else said such cruel words, wouldn't it mean that he just responded to the other person's words? If the Devouring Immortal accepted a coward as his master, he would only let his reputation be humiliated.
Zhao Lei held the Devouring Immortal in his hand and looked at the ghost general with burning eyes, and the ghost general also felt the anger and fighting spirit in Zhao Lei's heart.
The ghost general was originally used to hold back Zhao Lei. Since he wanted to challenge him in a duel, that was what he wanted.
Since the other party looks down on me, then I must prove to him openly and honestly that the Devouring Immortal will only get better in his hands.
Zhao Lei withdrew the blood shield, and then the blood sea spread back to his body, eventually forming an armor with mysterious patterns covering his body.
Then an afterimage flashed by, dust rose on the ground, and Zhao Lei who was standing there disappeared.
And the ghost general didn't give in, only one red and one black were seen in the sky, two rays of light fighting together.
"Ding! Zheng! Clang!"
The ghost general and Zhao Lei were fighting in the air at a speed that was completely invisible to others. Except for the shadows of swords and guns leaking out from time to time, they left deep scars on the ground.
Such a fierce battle is just an appetizer, used by the two to test each other.
If you want to win with one blow, you need to find the opponent's flaw, use magical powers, and kill with thunderous means.
At this time, a huge pit was left above the original address of Prince Yan's Mansion, and in the pit, there was a tattered blue paper umbrella hovering in the air.
Under the paper umbrella, there was an old Taoist in tattered clothes. His face was like a piece of gold paper. Although he seemed to be fine and his limbs were sound, he had internal injuries. He might not be able to recover without a few more months of rest.
There was also a well-dressed man with good figure on the ground. These two people were Dongfang Ye and Zhao Xuan who survived by chance.
Dongfang Ye recalled the earth-shattering explosion before, and could not help but feel palpitations. He had never thought that the black tiger had such magical powers. A full blow from the foundation-building elders might not be more than this.
Dongfang Ye looked at the tattered paper umbrella suspended in the air and sighed, fortunately there was this green paper umbrella, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here at this moment.
But what surprised Dongfang Ye was that Zhao Xuan actually survived the explosion. Although the Buddha on his body was broken, his life was saved.
Dongfang Ye was confident that with the few pills left on his body, he should pay attention to support him in bringing Zhao Xuan back to the capital and complete the task.
Even if the paper umbrella is broken, there is no other way. This time we did encounter a special situation. I think it will be implemented and reported, and the sect will not scold him too much.
As long as they can make it to Fucheng, relying on the teleportation array set up by the sect, they can quickly return to the capital.
This is how Dongfang Ye came all the way before, otherwise he would not have been able to come to Pingyang City thousands of miles away from the capital so quickly.
He first came to Xinghua Mansion through the teleportation station from the capital, and then flew with his sword all the way to this place.
A thousand miles away is only a short time.
However, each time these teleportation arrays are opened, a large amount of spiritual stones are consumed. Dongfang Ye is also in a critical situation this time. Otherwise, he would usually be reluctant to open these teleportation arrays to rush on the road.
And these teleportation formations are also arranged in the deep mountains near the city. There are other formations to protect them secretly. Their status is unknown until they reach a certain level.
After all, each set of teleportation formations consumes a lot of resources to set up. If it is found and destroyed by hostile forces, once or twice, the loss will be not even a star or a little bit, and even the Ten Thousand Souls Sect cannot afford it.
Dongfang Ye put away the paper umbrella, then carried Zhao Xuan on his shoulders. The long sword behind him also flew out of the scabbard and fell at his feet.
Dongfangye does not rely on swordsmanship as its strength. The long sword is just a flying magic weapon used to rush on the road.
The one Dongfang Ye was most proficient in was the Soul Refining Flag. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
As he waved, a tattered stick appeared in his hand. This was the majestic soul refining flag before, but now it was only charred black.
At the last moment of the explosion, Dongfang Ye released and recalled, and all the evil ghosts and ghosts were able to save themselves.
This trip was really a heavy loss. He had practiced the soul refining flag for nearly a hundred years, but now only a blackened wooden stick was left.
What the explosion took away was all his hard work, and there are only a few hundred years in life. Ordinary Qi-practicing Dzogchen monks only have a life span of more than two hundred years.
Dongfang Ye was very calculated, and he only had a few decades left to live, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the risk this time.
In his current situation, unless he breaks through the foundation building, he can only take life-extending elixirs, and breaking through the foundation building can give him a life span of five hundred years.
But Dongfang Ye knew his own talent well. To be able to reach the Great Perfection of Qi Refining was already like the thunder and smoke of his ancestors.
Unless there is a great opportunity, going further is just a luxury.
Fortunately, in addition to breaking through foundation building, there are also pills that can extend lifespan.
However, elixirs like this are not only expensive, but also very rare. As soon as they come out, they are robbed.
Death is scary to mortals, and so are immortal cultivators.
After tasting the sweetness of power, no one can forget this feeling. Immortal cultivators have the power to turn mountains and seas, turn clouds and rain, which makes people fear and envy.
Because of this, they are even more afraid. Mortals have nothing to lose when they die when they grow old, except for some money and other personal belongings.
Immortal cultivators are different. When they die, their power will gradually drain from their bodies, and dying is a great fear for them.
The same goes for Dongfang Ye. Even though he has been a national counselor in the Zhao Kingdom for so long, he still cannot escape.
In the past, he had watched those emperors abandon their kingdoms and seek the elixir of immortality like mad dogs.
There were also those who humbly knelt on the ground and prayed for him to give them life-extending elixirs. He used to look down on these things, but now he can understand this feeling.
