"Junior brother, are you really angry?"
Afterwards, Ji Feiyu found Su Chen again.
"Why aren't you angry?"
"Who does she think she is? She doesn't look down on our Wuji Holy Land. We don't look down on her yet. Let her fend for herself."
Su Chen was lying on the top of the hill, drinking strong wine.
Indeed, he has never met such an arrogant person. He came to help with good intentions, but he turned out to be ungrateful and sarcastic. Anyone else would be unhappy.
"Haha, although junior brother said all angry words, I know that junior brother has the overall situation in mind and will not ignore death."
Ji Feiyu said with a smile.
"Senior sister thinks highly of me."
"I just see Senior Sister working day and night for the Holy Land. As the Holy Son, I should do my part. I don't care about her life or death."
Su Chen said disapprovingly.
"Thank you, junior brother."
Ji Feiyu felt warm in his heart and sat down casually: "But if you know about Senior Fuchen's past, you might be able to understand her."
Su Chen didn't know much about the Holy King Fuchen, but his personality was really weird and he didn't bother to understand him.
"Junior brother, do you know that Senior Fuchen was a great saint back then?"
Ji Feiyu's words shocked Su Chen.
Great Sage?
Not the Holy King?
"About a hundred years ago, there was a wormhole riot. Although Master suppressed it with all his strength, he was also seriously injured. The Shenyin Holy Land took the opportunity to gather a large number of powerful people to invade..."
In that original battle, five quasi-emperors and dozens of great saints fought against each other.
The entire East China Sea was hit and the sun was out of sight for three months.
In that battle, more than ten great saints fell, the five quasi-emperors were all injured, and the Holy Lord Wuji was shattered. Since then, the Holy Land of Wuji has been in ruins.
If the Great Sage Fuchen hadn't come to help and sacrificed his own blood to block the Quasi-Emperor's final blow, Holy Lord Wuji might have fallen.
As a result, the Great Sage Fuchen suffered a great loss in cultivation and fell directly to the semi-sage realm.
Su Chen had heard about that battle, but didn't know the details.
I didn’t even know that the Holy King Fuchen was also involved.
"So, our Wuji Holy Land owes her a huge favor."
Su Chen sighed.
"Master has already returned this favor."
"He used his own origin to protect Senior Fuchen, whose bloodline was exhausted, and helped her to achieve the third-turn Holy Elephant Technique."
Ji Feiyu said.
Although the Great Sage Fuchen was very strong at the time, she was only a great sage. She sacrificed her bloodline to block the killing blows of the four quasi-emperors. Under normal circumstances, she herself would never be able to survive.
If Holy Lord Wuji had not sacrificed his own origin to help, she would not have simply lost her cultivation level.
Moreover, the three-turn Holy Elephant Skill requires the great sage to re-cultivate the power three times, continuously compress and temper the holy power and the principles of heaven and earth, and finally complete the transformation, which will greatly increase the capital to attack the imperial realm.
It's just that this secret method is too time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it's difficult for anyone without great perseverance and fearlessness to succeed.
After spending more than a hundred years, Holy King Fuchen has finally reached the third level of cultivation, and is about to return to the level of a great saint, and even reach the imperial realm.
"Tsk, no wonder Senior Sister wants to win her over no matter the cost."
Su Chen was relieved.
A confirmed Great Sage, who is very likely to become a quasi-emperor, is too important to the current Wuji Holy Land.
"Eh? Senior Sister Ji said that, Holy Master, the old man, and Senior Fuchen, are they..."
Su Chen suddenly thought of something.
These two people are dependent on each other for life and death. They even want to save each other regardless of their own lives. Their relationship is definitely extraordinary.
"Master and Senior Fuchen are supposed to be a couple of gods and immortals."
"However, they both have a strong desire to follow the Tao. They originally planned to get married after they both entered the realm of quasi-emperors."
"However, after that battle, Master's physical body collapsed and his life was difficult to live long. There were also foreign enemies eyeing him, so I didn't want to drag down Senior Fu Chen, and we have no contact with each other since then."
Ji Feiyu sighed.
Su Chen also felt very sorry.
This also reminded him of Ye Qingcheng. The two of them seemed to be the same way at the beginning.
"Unpredictable things happen in the sky, and there are some things that you should probably hold on to tightly, and don't let your sorrow go to waste!"
Su Chen also let out a long sigh, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Ji Feiyu took a deep look at Su Chen and immediately understood the meaning of the last words of Holy King Fuchen.
"Junior Brother Su, don't think too much. In fact, Senior Fuchen's words just now were not directed at you. He was just complaining about Master."
Ji Feiyu suddenly changed the topic.
Su Chen nodded, thinking about it now, it was indeed the case.
"Junior brother does not need to worry too much about the plans of the Saint of the Corpse Yin Sect. With Senior Fuchen's current strength, even if the powerful Great Sage really comes, he may not be able to defeat her."
"Of course, just in case, we'd better stay here and observe for a while."
Ji Feiyu said finally.
After practicing the Holy Elephant Skill for the third time, Holy King Fuchen is able to fight across the ranks, and his confidence is certain.
But when he thought of Lan Ji, that insidious and cunning woman, Su Chen always felt that something was wrong.
"hope so."
Su Chen's premonition was not good and he still felt that he should be more cautious.
…
when! when! when……
In the early morning of the third day, the golden bell on Yuxu Island rang.
All the saints gathered at the top of Nanshan Mountain, and the alliance officially began.
Around the high platform, there are clouds and mist, and the sea breeze blows, like a fairyland.
The nine elders of the Overseas Holy Alliance sit directly above, while the saints line up on both sides.
The young and beautiful maid presented fine wine, delicacies, and all kinds of rare fruits.
In the center of the high platform, a large number of female musicians danced gracefully, creating a peaceful scene of singing and dancing.
Su Chen and Bai Jinnu were sitting behind Old Demon Wuyun, waiting quietly.
Soon, the female singers retreated, and the Holy King Fuchen arrived, and all the saints stood up to greet him.
Today's Holy King Fuchen is dressed in a gorgeous robe, with his long hair embellished with gold ornaments. He looks graceful, noble and aloof.
There were two other people who came with her.
A female saint in purple clothes is the maid of the Holy King Fuchen, and everyone is familiar with her.
The other person was wearing brocade clothes, with a slender figure, extremely delicate facial features, pink and red lips, long hair, and a feminine beauty all over his body.
But people can't tell whether he is a boy or a girl.
"Who is this person?"
"Oh, I heard that a new person has joined the alliance this time, and it's probably him."
It was obviously the first time for all the saints to see this person, and they all talked about Tao.
"This person is too enchanting. He suits my taste very well. I must get closer to him more in the future."
A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance stared at the man in brocade with a smile, showing a trace of evil intent.
"Old pervert, what if it's not a woman?"
A saint beside him joked.
"Wouldn't that be better, tsk tsk..."
The eyes of the wretched middle-aged man, who was called an old pervert, were even brighter.
"Excellent!"
The Wuyun Old Demon, who had always been famous, naturally had his eyes widened.
Su Chen also noticed the man in brocade, his brows furrowed from time to time, and then suddenly condensed.
"Why is it him?"
Su Chen knew that person.
