Shao Haoyue remembered that in the past, that person said that he wanted to learn alchemy and become her exclusive alchemist, making elixirs of various flavors for her.
Unfortunately, that agreement could never be fulfilled.
She turned her head and looked out the window, at the clear sky, and murmured in a low voice: "Huahua, these elixirs are still so unpalatable, when will you make them orange-flavored for me?"
What answered her was the silence in the room.
The wound on her chest sent out a biting coldness, bringing her thoughts back to reality. She lowered her eyes and looked inside at the wound. Several strands of cold evil energy lingered on it, preventing the wound from healing. The flesh and blood at the outer edge of the wound even appeared necrotic. .
It was the essence of Houxie's original demonic energy, with only a few tiny strands. It was surprisingly powerful and tenacious, and its grade was no worse than the Nirvana Heavenly Fire.
It is extremely rare to be able to cultivate such pure demonic energy at this age and cultivation level, even if there are only a few strands. No wonder Houxie is called a demon. She does have two brushes.
Shao Haoyue exhaled and thought in her mind. The peach pink scimitar appeared in her hand. The blade rotated slightly to cut off the necrotic flesh and blood. Then she mobilized a cluster of crimson flames to gather around the wound, scattering it and turning it into dots of crimson light. It sinks into the wound and eats away the entrenched cold energy bit by bit from the inside out.
After processing the yin and cold energy, she stuffed the elixir into her mouth with an expressionless face and began to perform exercises to heal her injuries.
An hour later, the ban on the cabin was triggered. Shao Haoyue exited the cultivation state and opened the ban. The soldier in charge of the guard respectfully reported: "Yue Palace, the setting sun has arrived."
Shao Haoyue nodded, strode out of the cabin and came to the deck, looking at the battlefield ahead. The vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see. The original thousands of miles of withered yellow disappeared, revealing patches of crimson land, as if stained with blood.
In the center of the wilderness, the two qi of immortals and demons clashed fiercely, and the killing cries were deafening, resounding throughout the world. The defensive array across the entire Sunset Plain had long been breached, and the soldiers were fighting bloody battles.
Because the demon army that besieged the Crescent Army came from four different military branches, with very different costumes and fighting styles, the entire Sunset Plain looked chaotic.
Shao Haoyue's eyes moved upward and landed on the two women in the top circle.
A woman is petite, wearing a dark purple outfit, with black hair tied high, and the only beautiful thing about her pale face is her blood-red lips, which makes her appearance delicate and strange. She is Xunxia from the Abyss, a famous family of the demon clan;
There was a woman with a hot figure and a frosty face. A layer of white light floated on the surface of the silver-white armor on her body. She was the head of her bodyguards - Lian Yang.
At this time, Lian Yang held two swords, holding the crescent scimitar that Xun Xia had struck. The scene was frozen. The two swords in Lian Yang's hands were filled with cold air, and countless ice flowers condensed on the blades. The scimitars in Xun Xia's hands glowed with purple light, as if A dark purple crescent moon.
In front of the two people, cold water vapor was billowing and purple light was swirling. Behind them, whirlwind bursts. For a moment, their long hair was dancing wildly and their clothes were flying.
At first glance, they are evenly matched, but if you look closely, you will find that Xunxia looks calm and at ease, while Lian Yang purses the corners of his mouth tightly, and there is slight sweat on his forehead, obviously he is struggling.
In the center of the battlefield, a white jade chair was placed in the air. A young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes sat upright, playing with a small and exquisite dagger.
Beside the seat, stood a guard-looking immortal soldier. The young man was condescending, overlooking the overall situation, and said a few words to the immortal soldier beside him from time to time.
The immortal soldier solemnly conveyed the young man's instructions to all parties through the summons token in his hand.
The corners of Shao Haoyue's mouth twitched slightly, and he commanded the overall situation. Why did he act like an uncle?
The young man's name is Lian Xiao, from the Jiutian Kunpeng clan. He is her distant cousin. He was originally the chief bodyguard assigned to her by the clan. Because she chose Lian Yang in advance, Lian Xiao was relegated to second place.
In the past, Lian Xiao was a bit sultry in private, but he was still very normal on the battlefield. Now he is acting like this, tsk tsk, liberating his nature!
Lian Xue held the Shadow Blade tightly and asked softly: "Your Highness, shall we take action?"
In the current battle situation, the demon army is fully suppressing the Crescent Army, and Lian Xiao can barely maintain it by demolishing the east wall and repairing the west wall. The situation is precarious and may completely collapse at any time.
"I'll go first, you guys will wait." Shao Haoyue jumped out from the fairy ship. The Yu Clan was at a disadvantage in this battle, and the focus was on improving morale.
This time, she will make a high-profile appearance and announce her return to the entire world of immortals and demons!
She stopped above the edge of the battle line, rubbed her thumb and index finger, "Pop!"
The crisp snap of fingers was not loud, but everyone on the Sunset Plains battlefield, regardless of the immortals or demons, heard it clearly. This crisp snap seemed to resound deep in their souls.
The low-level soldiers were unaware and ignored it. The high-level soldiers of both the immortal and demon tribes were frightened and vigilantly searched for the source of the snap.
Xunxia, Lian Yang and others immediately locked the direction of the sound and looked towards the edge of the battle line.
The thin orange gauze floated down, like the gorgeous sunset in midsummer, flying across the sky, and the grand orange light enveloped the entire Sunset Plain.
At this moment, Sunset Plain enters dusk, just like its name.
Such a huge change, the low-level warriors who were previously unaware also felt the strangeness and raised their heads to look at the sky.
While the silk yarn was flying, the woman in light gold clothes slowly walked into everyone's sight along the road paved with orange yarn.
"Your Highness!"
Lian Yang's eyes filled with tears. Although she had received the news a few days ago, when she saw it now, she could not suppress her excitement.
It wasn't just her. When Huanshi Ling appeared, almost everyone recognized her, and the entire Crescent Army was extremely excited.
"It's Your Highness!"
"His Royal Highness is back!"
"Thirty-seven thousand two hundred and forty-three years, Your Highness, you are finally released..."
Some people were so excited that they burst into tears. The scene from that year was vivid in their minds. The devil suddenly arrived, and everyone thought they would die. However, as always, that petite figure stood in front of them and used blood to build a way for them to survive.
The orange gauze was gorgeous and decisive, covering the sky. It was the most beautiful sunset they had ever seen.
For more than 37,000 years, the Sunset Plain, which has lost its coach, is like a piece of delicious fat. The demon army has pressed on the territory and used them as a breakthrough time and time again. There are also many forces in the Immortal League who are eyeing the Sunset Plain and want to annex the Sunset Plain.
Now, the king who led them to the Megastar Palace, led them to create miracles, and stood up to the enemy alone in times of crisis is back!
They finally waited until the orange gauze fluttered! Wait until the sunset fills the sky! Wait until the king returns!
All these years of perseverance have not been in vain!
Lian Yang forced back the heat surging in his eyes, the swords in his hands emitted a dazzling light, and the sword light spurted out, knocking Xunxia Lian's sword away.
She did not catch up. She crossed her swords in front of her chest and raised them upright. The cold wind tightened and the wind and snow swept around the sword tips. Countless ice swords were formed in the air and poured down with irresistible sword momentum. Large swaths of demon soldiers The body was penetrated by an ice sword.
