This bit of blessing is indispensable for a great messenger.
Everyone was thinking: Does the great envoy want to practice here?
In the confused eyes of everyone, the great master suddenly reversed the movement of the technique, and the golden light above his head suddenly stopped, but did not dissipate.
Then, the great envoy ran the technique eight times in reverse, and the golden light pillars shattered one after another, turning into hundreds of golden runes in front of everyone, and falling on the dark wall.
The seven divine envoys were shocked. This method was actually their long-lost "Holy Word Spirit Seal"!
"How can this... Holy War Hall have such a seal?" The hunchbacked old man said with wide eyes in shock.
At that time, the Pope of the Holy War Hall observed the seal here. After all, this sealing technique had been lost for a long time. Naturally, the Pope did not recognize the seal, let alone be able to break it.
The second god made the old woman recover from the shock. She frowned slightly and said slowly: "Could it be that... Dingtian is nailed under this seal?"
"Then we won't know until the seal is released." The great envoy replied.
Although they have now found the location of the seal, they are unable to unlock it because this secret skill has been lost.
The eight divine envoys each used secret techniques in an attempt to unlock the seal. However, after a long time, the seal remained indifferent.
The great envoy tapped the ground with his staff, and everyone immediately fell silent.
"The most urgent task is to resolve the crisis in Thousand Drums City first. Four Divine Envoys, it is up to you to do this."
After receiving the order, the four divine envoys immediately retreated.
"The eight divine envoys will stay and guard this place, while the other divine envoys will find ways to solve the seal. We don't have much time left."
Except for the eighth divine envoy, the boy with different eyes, who stayed here, everyone else turned into streams of light and left.
A man in white robe passed by the Ascetic Pagoda, glanced at the sky, and then continued sweeping the floor.
At this time, the Holy War Hall has been completely controlled by the Divine Grace Sect, and all the disciples have fallen under the command of the Divine Grace Sect.
I didn’t expect that the holy land of the Holy War Hall, which has been passed down for thousands of years, would change hands so quickly.
In the battle of Ziluo City, Yi Xifeng and others won a complete victory, which could be regarded as washing away the tragedy of the defeat that year.
After a celebration banquet, Yi Xifeng sighed with emotion. He had been in these countries in the Western Regions for almost seven years. At first, who could have imagined that this war would be so long.
Unknowingly, Yi Xifeng started drinking again.
It was already late at night, everyone had already gone to bed, but Yi Xifeng was lying on the roof, unable to fall asleep.
He vaguely remembered that he and Zhao Long had also had drinks, also at night, on the roof, under the same bright moon, and with the same wine.
But he couldn't seem to remember when he drank with him. What made him even more confused was, didn't Zhao Long not drink? Why did he think Zhao Long would drink with him?
Yi Xifeng knew that a piece of his memory was lost, which meant that he probably had a drink with Zhao Long in the blood-stained secret realm.
So what was the reason for the two of them drinking? Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng had a headache.
It's not because he doesn't want to remember, but because the memory is so profound that when he thinks about it, his brain will tingle unconsciously.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
A woman's voice came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Zhong Lingxi. Yi Xifeng felt that this scene became more familiar.
Zhong Lingxi gently landed on the roof and sat side by side with Yi Xifeng.
Yi Xifeng groped around and found that he didn't seem to have anything to eat, so he handed over the Jade Drunken Fairy Gourd.
"drink wine?"
"I'm afraid of spicy food."
"Medicine, sweet, not too spicy."
"Then let me have a small taste."
Zhong Lingxi took the green jade drunken fairy gourd, put it to her red lips and took a small sip.
The entrance is slightly astringent, with a little bit of spiciness. After a few more sips, the spiciness dissipates, and a sweetness lingers on the tip of the tongue. For the first time, Zhong Lingxi feels that wine can still taste like this.
After sipping it for a long time, Zhong Lingxi reluctantly swallowed it.
"It turns out that wine can still taste like this."
"Haha, wine has a variety of flavors, and medicinal wine is even more bizarre, with everything from sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty." Yi Xifeng laughed.
"Then if the drink tastes bitter, wouldn't it be hard to swallow?"
"NoNoNoNo, bitter wine is the best."
"Ah? Why is this?" Zhong Lingxi didn't understand. What's so good about suffering?
Yi Xifeng laughed again and without explaining, took out another bottle of wine from the cave and handed it to Zhong Lingxi.
"Try this?"
Zhong Lingxi took it doubtfully and took a small sip into his mouth again.
"Ahem, it's so painful."
Zhong Lingxi's mouth was filled with the bitter taste of the wine, and he couldn't help coughing. But then, the bitter taste began to sweeten, making it even sweeter and more attractive than the sweet wine just now.
Zhong Lingxi pursed her lips twice, then closed her beautiful eyes and began to taste it.
After a while, Zhong Lingxi opened his eyes and saw Yi Xifeng looking at him with interest.
"How about it? It tastes good."
Zhong Lingxi nodded. She almost didn't drink before this, but the two she tasted tonight left a deep impression on her heart.
If she drinks these two kinds of wine, she can still accept it.
Before Yi Xifeng could speak, Zhong Lingxi poured a few more sips of bitter wine into her mouth. This time she endured the bitter taste of the wine. After a while, the sweet aroma of the wine filled her mouth again.
"The feeling of having a hard time and finally being rewarded is indeed very tempting." Zhong Lingxi looked at Yi Xifeng and blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled.
"You can't drink too much of this wine."
"Why?"
"Get drunk easily."
"..."
The two of them were lying on the roof, looking at the bright moon above their heads, and the atmosphere around them was very quiet.
Somehow, Zhong Lingxi enjoyed this atmosphere very much. Everything seemed to be back in the secret realm of blood. Although that period was very dangerous, it was the happiest time in Zhong Lingxi's life.
After all, Yi Xifeng did not lose his memory at that time.
Unknowingly, Zhong Lingxi began to imitate Yi Xifeng by pouring wine into his mouth.
In the past few years, although she and Yi Xifeng have been living together, she found that Yi Xifeng always paid more attention to Li Xintian. Only when he taught her to practice boxing did she have the opportunity to meet Yi Xifeng.
Alone together, she could also tell that this was Li Xintian's deliberate concession.
Therefore, whenever Zhong Lingxi faces Li Xintian, she always feels a little guilty in her heart, even though she knows that Li Xintian is not doing this for her and does not want Yi Xifeng to feel miserable.
Looking at the silent man in front of her, she actually really wanted to tell him what happened in the Bloodstained Secret Realm, but she didn't want to break the current stable life of the three of them. For this reason, she could only bury this incident in her heart.
"Lingxi, when do you think this war will end?"
Yi Xifeng's sudden words woke Zhong Lingxi out of her self-confusion.
"Maybe the war will end when one of the parties is defeated."
Yi Xifeng sighed and said: "This war seems to be a battle between mortals. In fact, who loses and wins in the end still depends on the competition between the powerful Congsheng."
"Ah? But didn't they say that those from the Holy Realm and above are not allowed to interfere in the war?"
"If that were the case, the Pope of the Holy War Church would not have died."
You can't protect yourself from the holy realm, let alone them.
"Dingtian Nail...Dingtian Nail..."
Yi Xifeng recalled the night when he talked with the Pope of Jihad Hall. The Pope once said that his level was not enough to know about that matter. Now that he thought about it, this matter should refer to the Dingtian Nail.
Yi Xifeng was a little puzzled. The Pope was clearly sealed by the Divine Grace Sect back then, so why did he still look confident? It was as if everything was under his control.
When I think about it again, Endless Wilderness hastily launched a war against the seven major sects, it seems to be to cover up something.
"Is it possible..."
Yi Xifeng narrowed his eyes. Although this matter is unlikely, if it is true, it means that they have now reached the point where one thought is life and the other is death.
In order to find out the truth, he must go to the main altar of the Holy War Hall in person.
Turning around, Yi Xifeng saw Zhong Lingxi drinking his medicinal wine.
At this time, Zhong Lingxi's delicate face was dyed red, like a red peach.
Yi Xifeng was a little moved when he saw this. This was the first time he saw Zhong Lingxi drunk. Of course, this was also the first time Zhong Lingxi was drunk.
Yi Xifeng didn't stop him. It was rare that Zhong Lingxi was so interested, and he didn't want to disturb him.
Seeing Zhong Lingxi getting drunk little by little, Yi Xifeng said with a smile:
"After you finish drinking, I will take you back to your room to sleep."
The two of them were so close that Zhong Lingxi could lean on Yi Xifeng's shoulder just by turning her head slightly.
Zhong Lingxi looked at Yi Xifeng's fair and somewhat sad cheeks, summoned up the courage to drink and kissed her.
Yi Xifeng was thinking about the Dingtian Nail when he suddenly felt a piece of soft and hot lips pressed against his cheek, which caught him off guard.
But then, Zhong Lingxi suddenly hugged his neck.
The two people's cheeks were close to each other, and a feminine fragrance penetrated into Yi Xifeng's nose. At such a close distance, he could even feel the breath of the person in his arms.
Zhong Lingxi's gentle voice sounded in Yi Xifeng's ears.
"You've done a good job, don't be too tired."
Yi Xifeng fell into silence. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. He knew that neither Li Xintian nor Zhong Lingxi wanted to get involved in dangerous things, but there were some things that he had to do.
To do it, he had no choice.
After a long time, Yi Xifeng patted Zhong Lingxi's soft back.
"Don't worry, I won't die from exhaustion. My life is in danger."
Zhong Lingxi hugged Yi Xifeng's neck harder. She hoped to hear Yi Xifeng promise not to take risks again.
But she also knew that Yi Xifeng would definitely not say that. The reason why she fell in love with Yi Xifeng back then was precisely because of Yi Xifeng's characteristics that were different from ordinary people.
"Okay, it's getting late, I'll take you back."
Zhong Lingxi nodded, but still didn't let go of his arms.
Yi Xifeng smiled and shook his head. He hugged the soft back of the girl in his arms with his left hand, passed his right hand between her slender calves and thighs, slowly picked up the drunk girl, and jumped off the roof.
After a few ups and downs, they arrived in front of Zhong Lingxi's room. Just as he was about to speak, he turned his head and saw that the girl's steady breathing reached his ears, and she was asleep.
Yi Xifeng breathed a breath of spiritual energy, opened the door, gently placed Zhong Lingxi on the bed, and covered him with a soft silk quilt.