Not long after, the nearly 100,000 troops under Guangming Ding began to prepare food. After all, among the 100,000 troops, there were tens of thousands of system figures from the six major sects, and these people needed to eat to have the strength to fight.
Ye Cheng, who was seriously injured, followed the others back to the temple on the top of the mountain. The players who had been waiting for a long time burst into cheers when they saw the appearance of everyone. The previous decline was swept away and their spirits were lifted a lot.
Enjoying the worship like a hero, the gods and others are also in high spirits. Although there is still a battle to be fought, there is a slight chance of victory that does not exist.
Ye Cheng touched the God lightly and said in a low voice: "Why aren't Yang Xiao and others here? Logically speaking, they are coming out to make a speech at this moment to improve the morale of their disciples. It feels a bit wrong!"
The God kept nodding to the disciples around him and said softly: "Maybe they are still discussing the war. After all, as soon as it gets dark, people from the six sects will attack the temple, but some of them will be troubled!
"
Ye Cheng frowned slightly and said slowly: "That's it. I'm probably paranoid. By the way, there's no secluded room here. That monk was too cruel. My injury was serious. After all, I quickly found a place to heal, otherwise
I won’t be able to help you much for a while!”
The god smiled bitterly and said: "The temple is packed right now, how can there be any empty room anywhere! But your injury is serious, I'll ask Fang Hua to take you to a secluded place. You can take these some good elixirs first.
It’s important to regain your strength quickly!”
After that, he pulled the funeral flower beside him and gave her some instructions.
Zanghua nodded, nodded towards Ye Cheng with a smile, and pushed through the crowd to the outside.
The cheers in the hall lasted for several minutes, which clearly shows how important the victory of this sneak attack brought to the morale of the Ming Cult disciples.
After finally walking out of the passage, it was quieter. Fang Hua visited each room and finally found a small small room in a small corner. After the two of them entered, they saw tattered clothes and weapons all over the place.
, it must be a place like a utility room.
Zanghua threw some things directly out, then turned around and said: "Now we can only find a room like this, let's just feel aggrieved and make ends meet!"
Ye Cheng hurriedly sat down cross-legged, ignoring the thick dust, and said with a smile: "It would be great to find such a place, please excuse me!"
Zang Hua nodded slightly and suddenly said: "I'm sorry for what happened in Chengdu last time. I'll apologize to you. Don't keep it in mind!"
Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what she meant. He couldn't help but smile. He looked up and saw that the funeral flower's cheeks were actually red. It was less evil than before and more like a little daughter. He couldn't help but joke.
Said: "I have forgotten that matter a long time ago, otherwise why would I fight side by side with you! Why is the Flower Burial Girl so embarrassed? You are not like the Valkyrie just now!"
When Fang Hua was told this, her face became even redder. After taking a deep breath, she said: "It was God's intention to recruit you. At first, I looked down on you. After all, the rumors about you in the world are too outrageous, so for you
I have a feeling that it is nothing more than this, so naturally I don’t take you to heart, but I have been scolded by the gods, so don’t bear any grudge against us!”
"Ha ha--"
Ye Cheng suddenly laughed, which suddenly affected the injury on his chest. He took a breath of pain and hurriedly suppressed his smile. He looked up and saw that Zhan Hua was biting her mouth tightly to hold back laughter. She couldn't help but
Feigning anger, he said, "I'm already hurt like this, and you're still laughing there. It's so heartless!"
Zang Hua coughed lightly, but with a smile still on her lips, she defended: "I didn't mean it, it's just that you were so funny like that. I'll leave right now, and you can heal slowly!"
After saying that, he ran out without looking back, for fear of being complained by Ye Cheng again.
Ye Cheng laughed. He had seen how Burian Hua killed people. In the battle just now, no less than a hundred people died under her hands. The level of cruelty was also extremely horrifying. How could anyone see someone like this?
On the female side, I couldn't help but sigh slightly, even the most murderous person still has such a docile side.
He smiled and shook his head, driving away distracting thoughts from his mind. He swallowed some elixirs to restore his injuries. He closed his eyes and slowly healed his injuries. With the slow flow of true energy, the broken bones in his chest and abdomen gradually healed, and the damaged bones
The meridians also repaired quickly.
Gradually he forgot all his worries. The previous battle kept flashing in his mind, and he kept imagining the fused sword technique in his mind. With the practical trial, he understood it and had knowledge of the sword technique.
gain a deeper understanding.
Time passed quickly. When Ye Cheng opened his eyes again, all his injuries had been completely recovered. Even the dust on the ground could be seen clearly and abnormally wherever he entered his eyes. He could feel the full and vigorous truth in his body every time he breathed in and out.
The Qi is extremely energetic, and the feeling of being full of power throughout the body is really fascinating.
Closing his eyes slightly and taking a deep breath, Ye Cheng understood that his internal strength had finally made a breakthrough after a series of hard battles, and he was naturally one step closer to the unknown innateness.
His ears twitched slightly, and even the movement outside the room was heard in his ears. However, he immediately opened his eyes and frowned slightly. The passage of a little movement made him feel a little strange. He suddenly remembered that he had spent an unknown amount of time healing his wounds.
I secretly screamed in my heart, and hurriedly stood up and pushed the door open to go out.
Looking at the empty passage, Ye Cheng immediately knew something was wrong and walked quickly towards the end. After walking a few feet, he heard a dense sound of swords clashing.
He quickly rushed to the entrance of the passage, looked towards the inner hall, and suddenly took a breath of cold air. The Mingjiao disciples who were originally filling the hall, now looked at it, there were less than a thousand, and they were forced to the depths of the hall. Looking back at the inner hall
In the direction of the entrance, there were densely packed disciples of the six sects, and naturally the leader of these six sects was the leader.
Ye Cheng smiled helplessly and silently, knowing that he must have lost track of time due to healing, and thus missed the defense battle of the Ming Cult. Looking at it, the core figures of the Ming Cult had not suffered any losses, but they were all slumped on the ground.
As if he was recovering from meditation, even Yang Xiao, who was currently the most powerful, was sitting cross-legged, his face a little pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bloodshot.
This discovery shocked Ye Cheng, who hurriedly scanned the six sects, but did not find any special masters. He was extremely puzzled that anyone could injure Yang Xiao and other Ming Cult disciples.
The gods and others who were following him also had tired looks on their faces. Huo Tian, Fat Buddha, and Tian Yi were missing from the crowd. He vaguely felt that these three people must have been broken. Even the Martial God
, Netherworld also lost an arm, Fudo Mingwang and Zhanhua didn't suffer any loss, but the helplessness at this moment can also be seen from the eyebrows of these two people.
There was a distance of several feet between the two parties, and there were two people in the field who were constantly fighting each other. The Mingjiao was actually the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, while the six sects on the other side were a master from the Kunlun Sect.
.
Yin Tianzheng didn't use any weapons, he just used a pair of flesh palms to fight against the enemy. His body was made of flesh and blood, but he couldn't use gold and iron. But at this moment, Yin Tianzheng's flesh palms were like fine iron. He didn't care about the opponent's long sword at all. He grabbed and buckled it.
, press, and sweep various techniques quickly, and for a while, the sky was full of claw shadows, and the sound of energy was endless.
At this time, in the Shaolin square formation, Monk Kong Wen raised his voice and said: "Prince Yin, you have escaped from the Demon Sect for a long time. Since the establishment of the Tianying Sect, you have restrained your disciples and rarely committed any crimes.
Seeing that you have corrected your evil ways, why bother to stand up for these remnants of the Demon Sect? If you leave with the Sky Eagle Cultists now, I, Shaolin, will never make things difficult for you, and I don’t think other sects will make things difficult for you either!"
"Master Kong Wen is right. Mr. White-browed Eagle King is an upright man, and his eagle claw skill is superb. Besides, Yin Susu and my fifth brother Zhang Cuishan are married, so the Tianying Sect and Wudang and I are also related by marriage.
I really can’t bear to meet you with swords!”
Ye Cheng heard the words and looked around, but he was a Taoist in the Wudang phalanx. He was about forty years old. He was wearing a green shirt and white Taoist robes. His hair was neatly crowned and his eyes were bright. He felt very energetic.
, and gives people a very kind feeling. This person is none other than Song Yuanqiao, the great disciple of Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.
In the middle of the fight, Yin Tianzheng suddenly turned his hands and grabbed the sword of the Kunlun master. He shouted lowly and a white light flashed on his hands, twisting the fine iron sword out of shape.
He suddenly let go and punched out with both fists, imprinting on the opponent's chest.
"boom!"
The Kunlun master flew backwards in an instant and fell heavily to the ground. He vomited out blood and turned pale. Although his life was not in danger, he still had no strength to fight anymore.
Yin Tianzheng let out a long breath, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead without wiping them away. He turned around, hugged his fists towards Shaolin and Wudang, and said in a loud voice: "I, Yin Tianzheng, would like to thank you both for your kindness, but although I created my own Sky Eagle Sect
, but I have always been from the Holy Religion. Now that the Holy Religion is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch? If I forget my ancestors, I will become an unkind and unjust person. It is really difficult for Yin to do such a thing. In today’s battle, all he wants is to fight with me.
The Holy Religion will live and die together!"
"Well said, Protector Yin is worthy of being the pillar of our Holy Religion. It is indeed the blessing of our Holy Religion that he still thinks about the survival of the Holy Religion in this life and death. Even if he sacrifices his life for the Holy Religion here today, we will face it calmly.
!”
Yang Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged, said with a smile, praising Yin Tianzheng a lot in his words, but his words affected his injury, he coughed again, and his face became even more ugly.
Yin Tianzheng finished adjusting his breath secretly and said loudly: "If anyone wants to destroy my holy religion, please step over my corpse!"
Ye Cheng, who was standing by, laughed secretly. He didn't expect that the White-browed Eagle King would actually say such a thing. Naturally, he wanted people from each sect to compete with him. After all, as one of the six major sects, he would not easily attack one person for fear of tarnishing his own identity.
Naturally, the reputation of the sect can only be fought alone. This will delay the healing time for Yang Xiao and others, but it is still a good idea. Jiang is still hot!
Sure enough, there was a buzz among the six sects. It was obvious that they had been discussing for a long time. A middle-aged man from the Wudang sect stood out with his sword and said in a deep voice: "Wudang Mo Shenggu is willing to learn Yin Protector's clever tricks. Please give me some advice."
!”
Yin Tianzheng stood proudly and shouted in a deep voice: "I have long heard about the extraordinary swordsmanship of Wudang. Today I will learn about it. Mr. Mo, please help me!"
