Wen Zhiming grabbed Lin Zhihuan's wrist tightly with one hand and felt his burning eyes. The other three people couldn't help but look in the direction of Wen Zhiming's eyes.
"Red clothes are back?"
"No, that's behind you? Is that Jiang Xiaoyu?"
The monks at Qinghongxuan had not yet recovered from the chessboard star move. Taking advantage of this brief gap, the Wutong boat drew a curved arc in mid-air and landed on the ground.
Beside Wen Zhiming and others.
Jiang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked around. The Sixiang Sect in front of him no longer looked like what he recognized.
He couldn't imagine what kind of battle it would take to completely change the appearance of the four elephants in one day.
"Tianshi!" Ye Hongyi grabbed Wen Zhiming's hand, "I'm back!"
The frail-looking little old man in front of him instantly reminded him of what happened many years ago. At that time, his grandfather also looked like this. However, not long after, he left this world forever.
Wen Zhiming's body bears the back of her grandfather. In Ye Hongyi's eyes, he is not only his sect master, but also his elder.
The state of his old age has already appeared on his body.
"I got the psychic flower back! Heavenly Master, we can win!" Ye Hongyi said word by word.
Wen Zhiming shook his head unexpectedly and looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, why are you here when you come back?"
For this little old man, Jiang Xiaoyu had an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Seeing him like this, Jiang Xiaoyu whispered: "I understand, because I understand everything."
"Do you know that since you are here today, those people opposite will never let you leave safely."
"I know." Jiang Xiaoyu nodded.
"Yeah." Wen Zhiming responded without any more words.
"Where are they? Where are they?" Qiao Kaishan asked eagerly.
"They went to the mortal world."
At this time, Ye Hongyi directly handed the psychic flower to Wen Zhiming's eyes, "Heavenly Master, psychic flower."
Looking at the delicate color, Wen Zhiming shook his head, "In my current state, I can't use it anymore."
He paused and said: "Lin Zhihuan, Qiao Kaishan and Zhu Jun, and the three of them, it is impossible to activate the Psychic Flower now."
"Hongyi, please do it. Although the things displayed by the psychic flower are closely related to the psychic's strength, with your cultivation level, it shouldn't be a big problem to keep yourself and Jiang Xiaoyu safe."
"Me?" Ye Hongyi glanced inside. Her consciousness had been trapped in the illusion for many days, and her strength had not been fully restored at all.
As if he felt Ye Hongyi's eyes flickering, Wen Zhiming gently pinched her wrist with one hand. After a long time, he sighed: "Time is also fate!"
From a distance, seeing Ye Hongyi coming back at this moment, Lu Haodang understood the general reason, and he shouted: "Come on!"
The remaining eight Mahayana monks immediately gathered their breath and attacked several people.
Lin Zhihuan and the other three looked at each other and hurried forward to greet them.
"Sect Master, don't worry. I have already asked someone to request Sect Leader Yun of the Beast Control Sect. He is nearby and will definitely agree to take action. As long as we hold on, the Four Symbol Sect will definitely be able to survive!"
There was no surprised expression on Wen Zhiming's face, "After all, you have made it this far..."
In fact, Wen Zhiming had already seen through everything about Jiang Xiaoyu. Otherwise, he would not have been called a Half-Step Heavenly Master by the world.
He had deep prejudices against the Beast Control Sect, but Wen Zhiming showed the greatest tolerance towards Jiang Xiaoyu.
In his opinion, a monk will walk through many small roads in his long life. As long as the final road he takes is the broad road, then those small roads will never affect the overall situation.
"You really shouldn't come back." Wen Zhiming sat cross-legged and said while adjusting the chaotic breath in his body.
"Master Tian, haven't I come back?"
Wen Zhiming pondered for a moment and looked at Ye Hongyi, "Give him the Psychic Flower. With the help of the Psychic Flower, he can leave here safely."
"No!" Jiang Xiaoyu declined: "Master Tian, I said, the Beast Control Sect will definitely come, believe me! I won't leave!"
"Heavenly Master!" Ye Hongyi did not look at Jiang Xiaoyu, but said to herself: "In the Beast Control Sect, there is a master with extraordinary strength. I am afraid that even you in your heyday are not on par with her.
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"Oh?" Wen Zhiming shook his head, "The Beast Control Sect took away the Xuanwu from my Four Symbol Sect. I didn't expect that even the fate of heaven and earth would be on their side."
Ye Hongyi lowered her voice again and added: "That master calls Jiang Xiaoyu..."
"Why?" Wen Zhiming was a little curious, "Is it possible that he also wants to accept Jiang Xiaoyu as his disciple?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked a little embarrassed when he heard this.
"Call Jiang Xiaoyu my husband."
Wen Zhiming was dumbfounded on the spot. At first, he had privately deduced that Jiang Xiaoyu would have a bond with the members of the Beast Control Sect, but he did not expect that such a situation would arise.
It is impossible for a person with that kind of cultivation to find a Taoist companion. Even if he does, it should be someone of equal strength and mutual benefit. And even if Jiang Xiaoyu is a genius, how can it be possible?
"When she was brought to the Beast Control Sect, she and I..." Jiang Xiaoyu was about to explain, but Wen Zhiming stopped him.
"Everything is your chance. I am not a stubborn person." Wen Zhiming stared at Jiang Xiaoyu closely, "I only ask you one question, can you admit that you will always be a member of the Four Symbols Sect?
Disciple?"
"I'll never forget!"
"That's enough." A smile appeared on Wen Zhiming's face. He knew in his heart that the hatred between the Four Symbols Sect and the Beast Control Sect would never be resolved in this generation.
Even if it is to be solved one day, this merit should belong to the next generation of disciples.
"Catch the psychic flower, and I will teach you the method of stimulating it!" Wen Zhiming reminded.
Ye Hongyi frowned. In the history of the Four Symbol Sect, the only person qualified to activate the Psychic Flower was the sect leader. Even if the situation is urgent now and Wen Zhiming's physical condition does not allow it, no matter what happens, this will not happen.
It can't be Jiang Xiaoyu's turn.
Sensing the doubts in Ye Hongyi's heart, Wen Zhiming looked at her and said, "Whoever survives today among you elders of the Four Meridians will be the leader of the Four Elephants Sect in the future, and Jiang Xiaoyu will be his mourner!
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Ye Hongyi was shocked all over, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly. She wanted to say something but couldn't say it.
She looked at Jiang Xiaoyu's resolute profile again, and then thought that if it weren't for Jiang Xiaoyu, she would have been physically destroyed long ago, so she nodded heavily.
If you are a mourner, you have the right to use the psychic flower under special circumstances.
Lu Haodang, who was fighting in a group, happened to see the brilliant psychic flower in Ye Hongyi's hand. He suddenly thought of something, and his energy surged, and he wanted to leave the group.
However, the blow given to him by Tianzuo Qiban Xingzuozi, who had just learned his fate, was too great. In addition, the three elders of Sixiang Sect were fighting without regard for their lives. He tried several times but could not escape.
He shouted: "Honorable Trinity, please take action to save Wen Zhiming and others!"
Trinity sat cross-legged in the void, her eyes opened slightly, and then slowly closed again.
Jianglong sighed and reminded: "Sir Sanyi will not attack those who are seriously injured or whose strength is too low!"
"Damn it, what kind of stinking virtue is this?" Lu Haodang couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
"Time is running out." Wen Zhiming said to Jiang Xiaoyu, "Close your eyes! Concentrate! Gather your energy!"
Jiang Xiaoyu immediately did as he was told. This psychic flower was the key to why Ye Hongyi was trapped and killed by the illusion. He could imagine how extraordinary this thing was with his toes.
The reason why Jiang Xiaoyu didn't refuse was simple, that is, with this thing, he might be able to join the battle and hold on until Yun Manlou came.
"Cough cough cough cough." He coughed a few times, and a glimmer of light appeared on Wen Zhiming's fingertips. He raised his hand, like a Buddha enlightening a living being, and touched Jiang Xiaoyu's eyebrows gently.
Suddenly, a massive amount of information was poured directly into Jiang Xiaoyu's mind.
His spiritual power flowed involuntarily along with the lines that appeared in his head, and then, his hands produced dozens of magic formulas without control.
A ball of red light gradually appeared on the psychic flower.
The red light seemed to be pulled by something, and it sank directly into Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead.