At this time, a breath of vicissitudes of life slowly came out from Huo Qilin's body, and the void instantly turned into a sea of Suzaku fire.
The extremely strange flames kept churning, and the flames surged up the crack like a tide.
A thunderous roar instantly resounded across the sky, and an invisible space ripple slowly spread from the crack to the surrounding areas, and then the pitch-black crack was submerged by the tide of flames.
At this moment, Huo Qilin's figure shook and became buoyant.
"Why is there his breath on this crack?" Huo Qilin whispered, and then his body turned into little flames and disappeared.
However, a few breaths after the Fire Qilin dissipated, a black mist slowly emerged, and gloomy words slowly floated out: "Fire Qilin, he is not dead yet!!"
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The entire Niefeng City was brightly lit, and noises were heard everywhere.
Today, Niefeng City is doomed to have no sleep. The fluctuations caused by the Fire Qilin have made various aristocratic families ready to take action, asking for news about the mysterious and powerful man.
However, the mysterious and powerful man seemed to have evaporated, and no matter how hard the three major families in Headwind City looked for him, there was no trace of him.
At this moment, the Ye family is like a city against the wind, with lights brightly lit and people coming and going everywhere, making it look extremely busy.
Several Spirit Emperor Realm experts from the Ye family were also sitting in the conference hall with solemn faces, whispering.
At this time, only one place in the entire Ye family remained silent.
Ye Shaohan's dark eyes were fixed on the willow trees in the courtyard. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he stood in the courtyard as dull as a piece of wood.
Even Ye Shaohan was confused by the changes that had just occurred, as to what could have made Huo Qilin so angry.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, where a dazzling red light shot out. The light was like a meteor sliding down the sky. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. In an instant, a red light appeared out of thin air in the house where Ye Shaohan lived.
Inside.
Ye Shaohan's figure trembled slightly, his feet kicked slightly, and he rushed towards the house like an arrow from the string. Just as he stepped into the threshold, several blasts of hot air hit his face.
In Ye Shaohan's surprised eyes, the slightly insubstantial figure of the fire unicorn slowly emerged. Compared with the previous moment, the fire unicorn at this moment was like a spark in a storm that would be extinguished at any time.
Ye Shaohan's expression changed drastically, he quickly took a few steps, jumped to the bed, and asked softly: "Xiaohuo, what happened!"
Sensing the worry between Ye Shaohan's brows, Fire Qilin's deep eyes flashed with a hint of relief, and then he said slowly: "Boy, this is not the time to answer your questions. I am about to fall asleep. Can you help me?"
Do something!”
Ye Shaohan did not hesitate at all, nodded resolutely and said: "You say it!"
"First, enter the center of the ancient city to find the Yijian Tomb. Second, enter the Qinglong Pavilion again when you reach the Spiritual Emperor realm!" Huo Qilin's voice was slightly weak, and his originally dim figure became even more gloomy.
Like a lonely boat in the sea, swaying.
"Okay!" Ye Shaohan still nodded resolutely, his eyes fixed on the vain figure, not hiding the worry in his eyes.
Fire Qilin smiled slightly, and its small and exquisite figure slowly floated upwards. The imperial sword that was originally tied to the wall also floated out strangely, and quietly floated on Ye Shaohan's chest, sending out a crisp sword sound.
Groan.
In Ye Shaohan's slightly surprised eyes, the entire imperial sword's blade turned red, as if it was burning red!
Hissing, a cluster of extremely weird purple flames appeared out of thin air and instantly wrapped around the sword.
Then the sword seemed to be melted, slowly turning into a ball of silver liquid that strangely flowed in the air, like water.
At this moment, Huo Qilin's dim figure became more illusory, as if it could dissipate at any time.
Ye Shaohan's face changed slightly and he hesitated to speak. Then he sighed softly and stood quietly aside.
At some point, an invisible light shield enveloped the entire house, and invisible energy radiated inside the house.
A trace of red light flashed on the surface of the ring on the chest of the fire unicorn, and the fire iron spirit appeared out of thin air, and immediately turned into a stream of light and shot into the small cluster of flames.
With a hissing sound, black mist emerged from the inner flame, and red liquid flowed out from the flame.
In Ye Shaohan's surprised eyes, the red liquid and the previous liquid slowly merged together, and as they continued to blend, another crisp sword roar sounded.
The purple flame slowly receded, and a sharp sword suddenly jumped into Ye Shaohan's sight.
The seven-foot long sword is two fingers wide and is entirely silver-white. There is a stream of light lingering on it, like a burning flame, and a light breeze is generated.
The sword vibrated crazily and turned into a stream of light, passing through Ye Shaohan's fingertips. A drop of blood dripped from the wound and hit the sword. In an instant, the sword made several more sword chants.
Ye Shaohan stepped slightly and held the long sword with great accuracy. When he took the long sword into his hands, a feeling of flesh and blood was connected to him.
Ye Shaohan didn't care about admiring the long sword in his hand at this time, his eyes were still focused on Huo Qilin's vacuous figure.
Fire Qilin's figure was erratic, and then the light shield shattered, and the weak spring breeze flowed in through the gap between the windows. In an instant, Fire Qilin's figure turned into a faint point of light and flowed towards the necklace on Ye Shaohan's chest.
"Boy! Practice hard. I hope you will be a strong man when I wake up!"
Waves of breeze blew towards Ye Shaohan's face, and Huo Qilin's weak voice lingered in Ye Shaohan's ears. Just after Huo Qilin's voice disappeared, the red light also dissipated, and the entire room suddenly fell into darkness.
Ye Shaohan held a long sword, looked at the red necklace quietly, and said to himself: "I can do it!"
He gently moved the tip of the sword, and the sword kept shaking. Then he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Fire Qilin is now in a soul state, and if it fell asleep, its soul must have been severely damaged. Could it be that the battle just now caused it to be severely damaged?
Although he only got along with Huo Qilin for a few months, Ye Shaohan had already regarded Huo Qilin as both a teacher and a friend, transforming his bloodline and awakening his bloodline. Such a great kindness, Ye Shaohan will never forget it in his life.
Ye Shaohan slowly lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand. There was a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. This time, he owed Huo Qilin even greater debt.
At this time, Ye Shaohan remembered two things Huo Qilin told him.
Sword Tomb, does this place still exist in the ancient city? There is also Qinglong Pavilion. Thinking of this, Ye Shaohan slowly shook his head, with a trace of confusion between his eyebrows. Why did Huo Qilin do these two things by himself?
Ye Shaohan shook his head and stopped thinking. Since he had promised Huo Qilin, he must definitely complete it.
He stood up slowly, looked at the empty house, and took a deep breath sadly. From then on, he had to face the whole world alone...
"The name of the sword is Qilin!" Ye Shaohan sighed softly, tied the long sword behind his back, kicked his feet slightly, and sat on the bed.
Ye Shaohan's chest rose and fell slightly, his hands formed a seal on his chest, and he entered a state of cultivation.
Ye Shaohan did not deliberately speculate on what happened tonight. Those things were not something he could touch like an ant. Overall, he was still not strong enough.
...
The stars in the sky were still glowing with faint starlight, and in the endless void, a figure slowly appeared in the sky above Niefeng City. The black shadow kept jumping around Niufeng City. After a long time, it appeared in the void where the battle between Fire Qilin had just occurred.
superior.
"The fire unicorn's voice disappeared. Could it be that the Lord sensed something wrong!"
A slightly confused voice slowly floated out from the black shadow. Before his voice dissipated, the black shadow mysteriously disappeared.
A few moments later, two old men wearing silver robes with a silver moon embroidered on their backs appeared on the spot.
"The demons actually appeared in this world..." The two old men left a sigh and disappeared in the same strange way...
...
The soft sunlight shines through the branches, leaving several eye-catching spots on the blue-gray floor.
Inside the house, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes. Red and blue light flashed in his eyes. He jumped up, waved his long arm, and the black robe originally hanging on the wall fell lightly.
In his hand, he quickly put on his military robe, tied the Qilin sword behind his back, and slowly pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.
In the courtyard, Aunt Feng's busy figure jumped into Ye Shaohan's sight, while the tables in the lobby were filled with steaming rice porridge.
A smile flashed across Ye Shaohan's lips, and he quickly walked into the lobby. After finishing the rice porridge on the table, he said goodbye to Aunt Feng and walked towards the center of Ye's house with a contented face.
Compared with yesterday, at this moment, the Ye family is not less busy at all, and the Ye family is a lively scene.
After the family competition is the annual internal family meeting. The so-called internal meeting is to reward those disciples who contributed to the family last year and arrange some trivial matters for the family for the next year.
The internal meetings of the Ye family are related to the future of the family, and people from both direct and collateral families come from all over the place.
In the central area of Ye Mansion, on a square in Nuoda, people's heads were moving, buzzing sounds could be heard, and it was extremely lively and noisy.
Ye Shaohan looked at the people of the Ye family who were coming and going around, his face moved slightly, and he sighed softly: "The annual festival is indeed the most lively time!"
His long black hair was blowing in the wind, and his dark eyes stood out among the crowd. The expressions of the surrounding Ye family disciples changed drastically when they saw Ye Shaohan.
Then he respectfully stepped back to both sides to make way for Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan was happy with this and walked through the crowd calmly.
Strength represents respect, and this theorem has been vividly reflected in this world.
Ye Shaohan found a spot at random and slowly glanced towards the magnificent high platform.
On the blackened seats on the high platform, there was a number engraved in the middle of each seat. That seat was the seat of the elders, and the number represented the order of the elders.
A slight sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. He looked around the entire high platform. On the high platform, only his elder position was missing.