Cheng Yan and His Highness Qi naturally couldn't just watch them fight.
His Highness Qi looked down directly below. Below were countless monks from the Tianyong Sect. Those familiar figures were among them, and he paused slightly.
Cheng Yan beside him said quickly: "Your Highness Qi, leave this to me, and you go help Qiu Yu and the others."
Before he could react, Cheng Yan pushed him away.
His Highness Qi flew forward and glanced back at Cheng Yan, only to see that she was already eager to join the battle without realizing it.
As Cheng Yuan flew down, she could naturally see His Highness Qi's hesitation. Although he was no longer a monk of the Tianyong Sect, it would still be cruel to let him attack his former fellow disciples, no matter what the result was.
She did not want to embarrass His Highness Qi, nor did she want him to bear unwarranted infamy in the days to come.
But she was different. She had long wanted to beat up these sanctimonious demon masters who were full of benevolence and morality!
She and the Lingfu Grass fell from the sky, and as soon as they landed, they attacked the surrounding demon masters like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Lingfu Grass waved countless leaves, picking up countless demon masters wherever it went, and smashed them to the ground until they were dizzy and howled.
Cheng Yan opened his five fingers slightly, and dozens of silver threads shot out quickly. The demon masters around him suddenly felt that some part of their bodies had become stiff.
Cheng Yuan's five fingers were agile, and under the control of the silver thread, the demon control masters turned around and attacked their own people.
Someone was horrified: "Junior brother Wang, you are crazy, why did you hit me?"
"I, I, I, I don't know, it's not me -" Before he could finish his words, he had already hit the doormate in front of him with a hammer.
"I'll go! And you said it wasn't you - you traitor. I'll fight you!"
Situations like this happened a lot around them, and the disciples of Tianyong Sect began to fight against their own people, causing the demon control masters of other sects to be shocked.
The sharp-eyed demon master immediately pointed in the direction of Cheng Yuan: "Stop fighting, it's her who is causing trouble!"
His voice was so loud that the other monks all glanced at Cheng Yan. Seeing that Cheng Yan was just standing there, looking confused, they all withdrew their gazes.
Cheng Yan smiled slightly and looked at the monk: "How is it? You control monsters every day, but have you ever thought about one day becoming the target of being controlled?"
"Witch! What are you doing?" There was chaos all around. This monk was a deacon of the Tianyong Sect. He couldn't believe that the disciple of the sect who had always been friendly and affectionate had lost his mind in the blink of an eye.
Fight.
Cheng Yan said: "It may have really been my method at first, but now you see, it's clear that you Tianyongmen disciples have been grudges for a long time."
She didn't lie. She had withdrawn all the silver threads at this moment. The reason why these monks were still taking action was because they were blinded by anger.
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Above the sea, a group of meditation cultivators have astonishing combat power. Their bodies are strong and stiff, and most of the monks' attacks are useless against them.
After hearing Cheng Yuan's words, His Highness Qi first came to Ji Qiuyu and others. He had a powerful demon body and slapped the meditators incapacitated. Wherever he went, those meditators were like dumplings.
Usually rolls into the sea.
Only then could Ji Qiuyu and others retreat to the spirit boat to rest for a while.
"Qi, how come His Highness Qi's body is so powerful? You see those meditation cultivators didn't react at all when they hit him." Lin Jialuo breathed heavily, staring at His Highness Qi with eyes full of envy and admiration.
Ji Qiuyu was silent. She recalled all the differences between His Highness Qi and Cheng Yan, as well as their previous appearance above the gate of the demon world. The two disappeared, and the white dragon appeared. When the white dragon disappeared, they appeared again.
Something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't catch it for a while.
Yanchu on the side said: "Sister Ah Yun said that His Highness Qi has been practicing hard since he was a child. It seems that he is an individual practitioner, so he has such a strong body. Yes, yes, this is how he is worthy of Sister Ah Yun."
"What are you talking about!" Lin Jialuo really wanted to open Yanchu's head to see what was inside her head. Why did she always say something amazing at critical moments?
The sudden appearance of His Highness Qi naturally attracted Pei Yuanjing's attention.
He recognized His Highness Qi and knew his legend, so he couldn't help but dodge and stopped in front of His Highness Qi.
"Based on seniority, I count you as half a junior uncle." Pei Yuanjing said.
His Highness Qi stood in the sky, his slender figure reflected on the water, and he could only be heard saying: "Prince Yuan Jing, I have long admired your name."
Naturally, he had heard about Pei Yuanjing's deeds. What was even more coincidental was that he had heard about it when he was young, because Pei Yuanjing was the prince of his neighboring country and was more than ten years older than him.
"If you and I had not entered the path of immortality, I think one day we would have met each other in war."
When Pei Yuanjing said this, there was unconcealable murderous intent in his eyes.
His Highness Qi nodded: "You are wrong. After you left, your father sent troops to attack. However, he was already old and was killed by our generals. Our army won a great victory and your brother ascended the throne as emperor.
Our country signed a fifty-year peace agreement.
Therefore, even if you are still in the mortal world, you and I have no chance to meet each other in war."
Pei Yuanjing's eyes turned red as if it was the first time he heard about such old events in the mortal world: "You said that my father led troops to go to war!"
His Highness Qi nodded.
Pei Yuanjing took two steps back. He still remembered that before leaving the mortal world, his father and his brother were still worrying about who to send to the expedition.
His father had originally intended for him, the second prince, to lead the army on an expedition because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child and would be able to show off his talents in the military camp.
But he refused without even thinking about it, and left the letter with his master the next day without even seeing his father and brother for the last time.
Thinking of his father, Pei Yuanjing was filled with anger and resentment, and fell into madness for a while.
"My father died in the hands of your army, and the culprit has long been buried. I could not take revenge in this life. But since you are the prince of Qi State, you should pay for this revenge! Qi Su, don't blame me!" Pei Yuanjing said.
When he started, his eyes were red and filled with hatred.
His Highness Qi did not expect that Pei Yuanjing would become possessed by a demon. Thinking about mundane things, he had always been a demon in his mind.
"You are just looking for an outlet for the hatred in your heart."
"So what!" Pei Jingyuan rushed over suddenly: "If he would have listened to me back then, he would not have ended up like that if he had not sent troops!"
He was even more cruel that as a son of a man, he could not try his best to dissuade her, nor could he go to war for his father or fight for his brother.
When he entered the path of immortality, he should have given up his emotions and desires, and the worldly things had nothing to do with him. But for so many years, those things in the world have always appeared repeatedly in his dreams, and every time they appeared, it was a nightmare.
His father was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with resentment, scolding him for being unfaithful and unfilial. His mother was heartbroken, complaining that he had left cruelly, and could not serve her. His brother even cursed him for being a wolf-hearted man and for being unworthy of their brotherly love...