Wei Ai still had the same indifferent expression that had not changed for thousands of years. He was not moved by Little Golden Crow's words. He just moved his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhi Ying, showing some displeasure.

She was not aroused by Little Golden Crow's words, but Bingyi was indignant. He had long disliked Little Golden Crow.

Just as he was about to take action, a sharp sword energy with scorching breath suddenly vibrated, making him stagger. Fortunately, Wei Ai released the barrier in time to block it, so as to avoid being injured by the sword energy wrapped in the true fire of the sun.

.

"If you had been born ten thousand years earlier, this sword formation might have been able to stop me." Dongjun looked at Iwakawa calmly with a smile on his lips.

To despise people based on their age is really a huge insult to Iwakawa!

But Iwakawa knew that Dongjun's words were a compliment.

Although it has not been in battle for more than ten thousand years, Dongjun's strength is still there. The Ninefold Sun True Fire, which once caused Fudan and Huaishu great suffering, cannot even match the power of Emperor Gouchen, let alone him.

With such a powerful opponent, Iwakawa should have been more motivated to fight, but there was another doubt that distracted him.

Iwakawa's eyes returned to the black sword in his hand, and then to the uninjured Weaver Shadow who was calm and composed, his brows were furrowed almost to the edge.

Not to mention the full strength of this sword, the eighth level of power was there. After a hundred years of hard work, just to avenge the shame, unexpectedly...it couldn't hurt her.

This person surprised him even more.

Wei Ai warned: "Reinforcements from heaven have arrived, it is not appropriate to fight."

As soon as he heard her voice, Iwakawa felt unhappy.

If she hadn't suddenly attacked Xiao Jinwu, confounded the public, and ruined his plan, Zhi Ying would have been thoroughly investigated by the heaven, and his relationship with Ju Lue would have been found out. With the emperor's temperament that can't get rid of the sand in his eyes, he would have been dealt with.

She serves as a warning to others.

It's a pity that she was so involved.

But it's not a happy ending. Wei Ai is right. Dong Jun once fought side by side with Emperor Gouchen. He is not someone he can deal with at will. Now is not the time to be aggressive and competitive.

After calming down a little, Iwakawa reluctantly looked at Dongjun Zhiying and others outside the Cangmu Mountain, then turned back and took a sharp look at the enemy, and then retreated with his troops.

At this glance, Wei Ai felt that she had been unjustly punished, and she did not take action at all!

But thinking that the other party had not done anything detrimental to New Heaven, she silently took Bingyi and left with Iwakawa's troops.

Dongjun, who was originally coming to support, did not pursue him. The disciples of Yunmu Mountain waved their seals, and the mist outside the mountain revealed a passage for them to enter. They carried the wounded and half-dead Changcheng Shenjun and the seriously injured disciples back to the shrine for treatment.

The situation of Changcheng Shenjun is not optimistic.

The energy of heaven and earth is endless and inexhaustible, but the power of God will eventually be exhausted.

Although the Changcheng Shenjun has the energy of the Nine Virtues to protect his body and his own cultivation is not bad, but in the face of endless attacks, the results can be imagined.

His spiritual power was exhausted, and he was severely injured by the sword energy, and now he seemed to be running out of gas.

After hearing Dongjun's words, the female disciple Fairy Huiyao who was guarding Changcheng Shenjun's bedside immediately turned red and felt indescribable grief. However, she still bit her lips to hold back her tears so as not to lose her composure in front of everyone.

"Please God save my master?"

Fairy Huiyao suddenly knelt down with a plop, and looked at Dongjun longingly with her red and swollen tearful eyes.

Dongjun sighed, let her get up, took the elixir and gave it to Changcheng Shenjun to take, and then used his energy to help him absorb it.

Looking at the Changcheng Shenjun who only had one breath left on the couch, Zhi Ying pursed his lips.

Depleted spiritual power can be replenished, and injuries from sword energy can also be healed, but the energy of the Nine Virtues is difficult to recover in a short period of time. It seems that the Lord Changcheng will have to rest for a long time this time.

Thinking of this, Zhiying couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, the Changcheng Shenjun did not have to do this. Among the nine virtues, there was not one virtue called foolish loyalty.

No matter what, Mount Kunmu is still in the heavenly realm. Although there is no internal damage at all, its vitality has been severely damaged. All the masters and disciples have been killed and injured. Now the only one who can make the decision in the entire Mount Mu is Huiyao, who stays at the shrine.

The fairy and a few disciples who have just started.

Poor Fairy Huiyao, on the one hand, she has to take care of the Lord Changcheng, appease her younger brothers and younger sisters, and take care of the shrine. On the other hand, she also has to entertain Zhiying and others who are temporarily stationed at Zhuanmu Mountain. She goes back and forth like a spinning top all day long, unable to stop for a moment, and her face is very haggard.

.

Fortunately, the elixir took effect, and as soon as the morning dew dispersed the next day, Changcheng Shenjun woke up. With a backbone, everyone in the shrine no longer had to worry all day long.

The atmosphere is about to improve, but here comes some bad news.

——Wu Hui was ambushed during his march and was seriously injured and was about to die.

After Dongjun received the news, he went directly to Wu Hui's place to check the situation, leaving Zhiying and Xiaojinwu alone.

Little Jinwu was in a good mood. Seeing that he had nothing to do with him at Kunmu Mountain for the time being, Zhiying went to Gongshan again to see Hua Zhuo, so he jumped up to the roof with a pot of wine and sat there for more than an hour.

"If Mr. Dong knew that you were enjoying the moonlight and drinking leisurely here, I'm afraid he would be furious."

Hearing this voice, Little Golden Crow looked back.

Under the vast moonlight, the woven shadow of a plain dress stood pretty in the wind. The wind picked up the clothes and patted his shoulders playfully, as if coquettishly.

The corners of Little Golden Crow's cold eyes were dyed with a smile: "I'm back." He took her hand and sat down beside him, then replied what she just said, "That scene must be more beautiful than this pale moon.

However, now that you are here, I still prefer to stay here."

Facing the waning and cold moon, I still enjoy drinking. Facing the smoking Dongjun...

Weaver Ying curled his lips, if he didn't spit it out, he would be calm.

She took the jug and was about to pour it, but was stopped by Little Golden Crow.

"I come."

Taking the jug from her hand, Xiao Jinwu poured half a cup. He felt it was a little short, so he added a little more. Unexpectedly, the scene of her grabbing the snake and uncovering the tiles in Ruoxie Valley flashed through his mind, and suddenly there was a flash in his hand.

Shake, the cup is full in no time.

Zhi Ying couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, couldn't he just fill it up, it would be like dividing the spoils.

She took the cup and drank half of it. The wine, which perfectly blended the aroma of mellow wine and sweet osmanthus, spread between her teeth and cheeks, and her voice seemed to be affected, with a bit of lingering sweetness.

"Hua Zhuo is a quick learner, and I will be able to be a hands-off shopkeeper in a short time."

This girl is a piece of raw jade, and she is determined. She has already mastered the Thousand Miles Ice Frozen Technique, but it is difficult to change her nature for a while, so she failed to meet her expectations, so she extended the period of seclusion very much as she promised.

Thinking of Hua Zhuo's tearless expression when he suddenly heard the "bad news", Zhi Ying smiled unkindly.

"Aren't you already the boss?" Xiao Jinwu teased.

Before the expedition, Zhi Ying asked Si Zhi to take care of Siyun Palace on behalf of the Lord God. Dan Sheng was temporarily in charge of the Ying Department. All the regulations had been finalized. Even if she was away, Siyun Palace would not be in chaos.

Zhiying didn't refute him, drank the rest of the wine, and handed the empty wine glass in his hand to him.

Little Jinwu took the wine glass away without saying a word.

Weaver Shadow: "..."

Seeing Little Jinwu taking it for granted, Zhiying felt that he still needed to remind him: "This seems to be the osmanthus wine I brewed." Even if he stole her wine, he didn't give it to her to drink!
Chapter completed!