Ye Hua was seriously injured and the demon army was on the verge of defeat. Chang Ling frowned coldly and shouted: "Disciples, stop the demon army."
The disciples of Yuntian attacked in response. The morale of the demon army was low and they fled in panic.
At this time, Taniguchi was still venting his evil spirit, the flags were in ruins, the flag array was in a mess, the original aura of awe was gone, replaced by a suffocating coldness.
Chang Ling returned to Lan Sheng like the wind and lightning, looked at the little face that turned pale with shock, and gently rubbed her head.
"Are you scared?" Chang Ling's voice was still as warm as spring, and his dark eyes were full of love.
"Hmm~"
Then Lan Sheng made a "woo" sound and threw herself into Chang Ling's arms. Her little body couldn't stop shaking, and her heart was beating wildly. It took a while before it slowed down a little.
"Senior brother, this...isn't it appropriate?" Zhuling stared at Lan Sheng who was leaning against Chang Ling's arms, with a look of confusion, and pursed her lips.
"It's okay, Lan Sheng was just frightened." Chang Ling remained calm, his eyes never leaving the person in his arms.
A moment later, when Chang Ling turned his gaze to Zhuling, she lowered her head instead, not daring to look into his eyes for fear that he would notice her expression: "But she is still a girl..."
Chang Ling's arms trembled slightly, but his expression remained as indifferent as water: "Wait until Lan Sheng loses her fear, and then let her come down." There was still a trace of panic in his tone, but then he changed the topic: "Zhu Ling, you Do you know what flew out of the valley just now?"
"That's the green water bead. Fengye was able to break through the flag formation because of the power of the clear water bead." Zhuling replied.
Chang Ling couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
Legend has it that the blue water bead was the personal possession of the leader of the dragon clan, and was surrounded by aura. Now that it has reappeared in the sky, it appears to be deeply evil, and must have been tainted by the evil arts.
"Zhu Ling, go find the whereabouts of the blue water droplets, and let's go after Ye Hua." Chang Ling Jian frowned, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before making a decision.
The Bishui Pearl must not fall into the hands of the demons again, but Chang Ling looked at the direction Ye Hua was escaping from. Now that they were seriously injured, they could not give up this opportunity to pursue.
"Are you and Junior Sister Lan Sheng?" Zhuling was a little hesitant. She didn't know why, but felt a little flustered and tangled in her heart.
"Don't worry, they are injured and are no match for me."
After saying that, Chang Ling took the Xingyue Sword from Lan Sheng's hand, and then looked back at Zhuling: "The blue water beads have been eroded by evil spirits, so you should be more careful." He turned around, hugged Lan Sheng and left Feng Ye to chase after her. go.
Zhuling lowered her head and hesitated, wanting to say something. When she raised her head to speak, Chang Ling's figure had disappeared from sight.
Zhuling was a little frustrated, with a hint of loss in her eyes. She reached out and patted her cheek gently, then moved her sword in the direction of the blue water drop.
At noon, the Yang Qi was at its strongest, and there was still thick fog around the Falling Dragon Valley. Although there was a flicker of light, Chang Ling could sense that Ye Hua and Feng Ye were nearby.
In vain, with a "whoop" sound, a ray of cold light came through the fog. Chang Ling protected Lan Sheng's head with one hand, and hurriedly raised his sword to block it with the other hand.
"Clang clang", a spark flashed across, and in an instant, the man escaped into the thick fog again.
Chang Ling swung the Xingyue Sword, and a sword energy with the force of thunder rushed towards the direction where the man disappeared, followed by a dull low groan.
Chang Ling immediately stood up and jumped into the mist, then slapped the man's chest with a palm and pointed his sword directly at his throat.
Only then did he see the man's face clearly, it was Ye Hua.
Meeting his eyes again, Lan Sheng's eyes flashed. She had already regarded him as her master since the last time Ye Hua let her go.
Even though he was in a desperate situation, Ye Hua's unruly and domineering aura was still strong.
"Chang Ling, can we let him go?" Lan Sheng hesitated and hesitated for a while, and finally came up with this idea.
Hearing this, Ye Hua's expression changed suddenly, and he frowned and stared at Lan Sheng, as if he was so incredible.
Lan Sheng tugged on the corner of Chang Ling's clothes and begged eagerly, but before he could say the word "ok", Feng Ye came from behind in an instant.
The target is Lan Sheng, who has no power to fight back.
Just as he was about to strangle Lan Sheng's neck with one hand, Chang Ling pulled Lan Sheng over and leaned forward suddenly, narrowly avoiding him.
Feng Ye jumped into the air, turned around and faded into the thick fog.
Chang Ling suddenly became angry and formed a sword formula in his hand. The Xingyue Sword flew out quickly and penetrated Feng Ye's shoulder blade, pinning him to the ground.
Shocked by this, Lan Sheng jumped into Chang Ling's arms again. Chang Ling patted her back gently and comforted her softly.
After being baptized at the entrance of Falling Dragon Valley, Lan Sheng was no longer so timid.
It's just that she hasn't been hugged by Chang Ling for a long time, and she enjoys the warmth in his arms.
After a while, Chang Ling put down Lan Sheng in his arms and pinched her nose: "You should have had enough."
With a hiss of "Ah~", Chang Ling pulled out the Xingyue Sword from Feng Ye's shoulder, then lifted Feng Ye up with one hand and looked at Lan Sheng: "Do you still want to let them go?"
"Yeah!" Lan Sheng thought for a moment and nodded firmly.
Chang Ling looked at Lan Sheng's serious face and hesitated for a moment: "Okay."
"Plop", there was a dull sound of flesh hitting the ground, and Feng Ye was thrown to the ground again.
"I also hope you can cherish it and never leave the demon world again." Chang Ling stared at Feng Ye coldly, but he spoke to Ye Hua behind him in a calm and powerful tone.
"Hmm, please don't come here again, okay." Unlike Chang Ling's intimidation, Lan Sheng's words were full of requests.
But Ye Hua didn't respond to Lan Sheng, and stared at Chang Ling, as if he wanted to eat him alive. Lan Sheng stepped forward to pull Ye Hua up, but he pushed him away.
Ye Hua stood up unsteadily, helped Feng Ye who was dying, and then threw out the red fan. The red fan instantly grew bigger, and he helped Feng Ye sit on the red fan.
Chang Ling looked at Ye Hua's leaving figure and let out a long sigh. The kindness he and Lan Sheng owed him before could be considered as repaying him today.
When Chang Ling and Lan Sheng returned to the camp, Zhu Ling was already waiting in the tent, talking to the Master Yunxu about something unknown.
"Brother, can you trace the trace of the Demon Lord?" Seeing that Chang Ling and Lan Sheng returned safely, Zhuling breathed a sigh of relief.
Chang Ling bowed to Immortal Yunxu and Tianzun Yuntian and saluted: "This disciple is not good in his studies and failed to capture the demon king."
Immortal Yunxu looked at Chang Ling, his face turned cold, and his face suddenly darkened: "So, have you caught up with them?"
Chang Ling paused and said, "Yes."
Master Yunxu seemed to have noticed something, and his face became even colder. Due to the presence of the elders, he did not have an attack and just stared at Chang Ling without saying a word.
Tianzun Yuntian noticed the subtle atmosphere in the tent, chatted with Chang Ling for a few words, and then asked the three brothers and sisters to leave the tent.
There were many casualties in this battle. Outside the camp, the brothers and sisters were busy rescuing the wounded. Chang Ling and the other three later joined the rescue team.
"Have you traced the whereabouts of the Blue Water Pearl?" Chang Ling was a little confused and had never heard Zhuling mention the Blue Water Pearl.
"No, I searched for a long time but still couldn't sense it, so I came back first." Zhuling lowered her head and said with some frustration.
Chang Ling and Zhu Ling chatted casually for a few words. Seeing that she was fine, he didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't notice that her eyes were a little evasive.
The next day, there was a celebration banquet. Chang Ling severely injured the demon clan, led his disciples to defend the flag formation, and severely damaged the demon army. He was recommended by the elders as the leader.
All the elders congratulated Yunxu on becoming a great master and disciple. The two masters and disciples are the pillars of Yun Tian.
After the banquet, in the training room of the Rising Sun Palace, Master Yunxu had a serious expression on his face and was about to vent his violent storm.
At this time, the clear voice of Yun Tianzun came from outside the door: "Yunxu, such a trivial matter disturbs your integrity?"
Master Yunxu calmed down his chilling aura, leaned down and saluted Yun Tianzun: "Master."
"There is no need to force things from the past." Yuntian Tianzun came to the presence of Yunxu Shangxian in lotus steps, with an unworldly temperament.
"But... releasing the demons privately is..." Before Yunxu Shangxian could finish his words, he was interrupted by Tianzun: "Everything is God's will. Didn't we expect that there would be blue water beads at the bottom of the valley?"
Yuntian Tianzun's tone was as calm as water, and he turned to Chang Ling and said, "I am here for Chang Ling."
"Please give me some teachings from Heavenly Lord." Chang Ling was a little puzzled and bowed and cupped his hands.
Immortal Yunxu looked Chang Ling up and down and asked, "Is there anything gained from going down the mountain this time?"
Chang Ling was stunned for a moment and replied: "Nothing gained."
At this moment, Lan Sheng broke in and threw the Xingyue Sword in front of Master Yunxu: "Master, why did you give me this broken sword?"
After Chang Ling and Feng Ye fought, the Xingyue Sword was already "scarred", but Lan Sheng didn't notice it at the time. When he was preparing to practice sword practice today, Lan Sheng was furious when he saw the curled Xingyue Sword. Come.
The sword was indeed a good sword, but compared to Feng Ye's spiritual weapon, it was much inferior. After the handover, it was beyond recognition.
"Are you Yunxu's little disciple? You look quite smart." Lan Sheng suddenly broke in. Yunxu was not angry, but instead had a smile on his face.
Seeing Tianzun Yuntian, Lan Sheng hurriedly saluted: "Thank you Tianzun for the compliment."
Then he continued to pester Yunxu Shangxian for a better sword, which made him angry.
