"Senior Sister Ziyuan, no, Hong Ling..."
Yu Wenlei whispered softly. Just when he was about to kill Min Hen, Hong Ling's voice appeared in his ears. The voice was cold, warning him not to kill Min Hen.
He paused, and in the moment of pause, the deputy master of the West Demon Hall took action.
The deputy master of the West Demon Hall is a first-level spiritual sect strongman, and he does not dare to anger the old man of the Spirit Palace, Imon, but he thinks that Min Hen is a rare genius in the West Demon Hall in the past hundred years.
"Xi Mo Tang surrenders!"
Under great pressure, the deputy hall master dragged Min Hen away from under Aemon's nose.
When Min Hen was dragged away, the deputy hall master was still a little unwilling in his heart!
The West Demon Hall competes for the two strongest juniors in this Thousand Sects Association, Feng Yun and Min Hen. Even before setting off, the hall master once said personally that as long as one of these two people is the champion of this Thousand Sects Association, It must fall firmly into the hands of Xi Mo Tang.
However, contrary to expectations, the two strongest trump cards of the West Demon Hall were defeated by the same person one after another.
Demon Feng Yun's meridians were disordered, and Min Hen's bones were broken countless times. Both of them ended up with only half a breath left to stay alive.
All of this is thanks to Yuwen Lei.
"Red spirit, red spirit..."
Yu Wenlei had no choice but to look away. With his cultivation, of course he couldn't find Hong Ling's whereabouts, but the voice just now was indeed from Hong Ling.
Min Hen was rescued, and he missed a good opportunity to kill Min Hen.
On second thought, Hong Ling intervened to stop him, perhaps because of the five-marked heavenly spirit battle ax in Tongtian Palace, which confirmed his previous guess.
Hong Ling and Min Hen had probably reached some kind of deal.
"It's a pity that this Min Hen is still here. He is really a serious problem..."
The old man of the Spirit Palace, Imon, stared in one direction with a slightly surprised expression. It was the moment when he was slightly distracted that he did not stop the deputy master of the West Demon Hall.
Originally, he could have used the excuse of "not being allowed to admit defeat" to expel the deputy hall leader.
Although the first-level spirit sect is a top master, in the hands of Imon, he will never be able to defeat three moves.
As for now, Imon smiled lightly and declared: "The battle of the peak masters is over. The Thousand Sects of Western Xinjiang will end here. The winner is Yu Wenlei of Demon-Conquering Peak!"
"Yu Wen Lei!"
"Yu Wen Lei!"
"Big Sword Yuwen Lei!"
"It's really him!"
After Aemon finished speaking, the entire Hidden Spirit Gorge suddenly became agitated. The intensity of this Xijiang Thousand Sects Meeting was truly unprecedented in hundreds of years.
The one who finally swept through all the heroes and reached the top was not from the Haori Sword Sect or the Blood Moon Sword Sect, but a small force from the Western Border Dynasty.
The leader of the Six Swordsmen, Yuwen Lei!
Today, the Six Blades are famous.
The Great Feng Dynasty also became famous.
Yu Wenlei is even more famous throughout Western Xinjiang!
Yu Wenlei, who fought to the end, persisted purely by will. Seeing him forcefully straightening his knees and standing up, his exposed upper body was stained with blood.
There were traces of flame burns on the chest, abdomen, neck, and back.
"Brother..."
"Brother!"
Zhuo Biao and others rushed forward to support Yu Wenlei. The friendship between brothers was fully revealed at this time. They were worried and happy for Yu Wenlei.
Yang Can, who is in the West Demon Hall team, also silently keeps this brotherhood in his heart.
"Little guy, this is a token of the Spiritual Palace. If you come to the Central Continent one day, you can go to the Spiritual Palace. With this token, you can come to me at any time..."
Aimeng suddenly threw a spiritual bead to Yuwen Lei.
Hearing what Aemon said, almost everyone cast envious glances at Yu Wenlei. Even the powerful Spirit Emperor was not qualified to get this spirit bead.
Having this token means that he has been favored by Aemon and the Spiritual Palace. Perhaps as long as Yu Wenlei is willing, he can become a disciple of the Spiritual Palace in the Central Continent. This is something that many people would envy.
"Thank you, senior!"
Yu Wenlei thanked him respectfully. He took a look at the spirit bead in his hand. This spirit bead was strange. It seemed to contain considerable spiritual power. There was a prototype of a battle ax floating in the spirit bead.
It is the Heavenly Spirit Battle Ax of the Ancient Spirit Clan, which is not surprising.
Yu Wenlei put away the spirit bead. In addition to serving as a token, whether this spirit bead had other uses, he would study it later when he had time. But now, his thoughts were still stuck on the sound just now.
Since the red spirit appears nearby, I wonder if there is a chance to meet...
Recalling the unpleasant incident in Nether Cave last time, he had to find an opportunity to get close to Hong Ling again. After all, getting close to Hong Ling was equivalent to getting close to Senior Sister Ziyuan.
After what happened last time, he roughly judged that Senior Sister Ziyuan's situation was not as Hong Ling said, her soul was completely occupied by Red Spirit. In fact, Senior Sister Ziyuan's soul was still there.
Whoosh!
Seeing that Yu Wenlei was in a daze, the old man of the Spirit Palace, Imen, smiled playfully, and then fled away from Yukong. The Thousand Sects Meeting came to an end, and soon, people from all major forces also set off on their return journey.
It can be expected that in the near future, all parts of Western Xinjiang will be talking about today's Qianzonghui competition, especially the battle of the peak masters. Every battle is a thrilling battle.
Yu Wenlei followed the source of the sound but found no results. He first swallowed a few pills to temporarily relieve the feeling of powerlessness in his body.
A group of people from the Dafeng Dynasty walked together on their way back. The great elder of the Qijue Sect, the senior Huo Zheng of the Tianxing Chamber of Commerce, and the leader of the Lingyan Sect, Yundao, talked eloquently along the way.
Yu Wenlei was not good at words. He was seriously injured and did not communicate much. However, Zhuo Biao and Wu Bao, these two guys represented the Six Swordsmen, talked and laughed with several seniors and had a harmonious conversation.
After this battle, the four major forces of the Great Feng Dynasty must unite as one, and the four helmsmen have expressed their intention to form an alliance!
In this regard, Yu Wenlei is of course willing to form an alliance.
In the current situation, although there are several behemoth sects in Western Xinjiang that are restraining the Western Demon Hall, the fangs of the Western Demon Hall have already reached Da Feng, coupled with what happened to the Thousand Sects.
It's hard to guarantee that Xi Mo Tang won't jump over the wall in a hurry.
The Six Swordsmen are gradually rising and have just established a foothold in the Great Feng Dynasty. It is not appropriate to fall into the overall situation of Western Xinjiang too early.
If Ximotang really took some action, Yu Wenlei thought that he would have to rely on the power of the entire Da Feng to fight against it, so he agreed to the alliance.
During the journey, Yu Wenlei's mind was wandering. Regardless of his injury, he released his mental power to explore the surroundings without relaxing for a moment.
In addition to being vigilant, he really hopes to meet Hong Ling. Even if he knows that Hong Ling is not the person he imagined, meeting him is better than not meeting him.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Gu Yu saw that Yu Wenlei had a sullen face on the road, so he asked.
"fine……"
Yu Wenlei shook his head. He had left the Hidden Spirit Gorge for more than a hundred miles, but his mental power still could not find any trace of Hong Ling. He was a little frustrated. It was right to think about it. What Hong Ling really cared about was only the five-marked Tianling battle axe. , maybe they have followed the people from the West Demon Hall.
But in Hong Ling's eyes, he was just a stranger. rw
