Ci Qiancheng's expression was solemn. Huang Mo's strength was astonishing and he was not very clear-headed. He didn't know how he appeared.
And now that he is locked, it is obvious that the wild demon can distinguish his opponents.
"It shouldn't be..." Tingting couldn't help but said, "If you don't say that he has gone completely crazy, then you won't be afraid of those who are released..."
"It's the scabbard." Ye Lin said.
"Back then... I heard that the Holy Son got the scabbard, the scabbard of the Desolate Demon's original weapon. He himself did not destroy it, or in other words, he no longer had the consciousness to destroy the scabbard at that time, but the scabbard did
It has become the only existence that can make him restrain himself."
Tingting glanced at him when she heard this, and wanted to ask him where he heard it from, but then she thought about it and remained silent.
"That means the Holy Son has appeared?" she said.
As soon as they finished speaking, the Desolate Demon there had already gone straight to Ci Qian City. The chains on his body clattered against each other, and countless spells lit up, restricting his power.
Ci Qiancheng felt slightly relieved. Fortunately, these chains suppressed the wild demon and prevented him from becoming too powerful.
He glanced at Ye Wu and the others, knowing that even if the target was just him, the Desolate Demon would not distinguish between friend and foe, and had no scruples, so he headed directly towards the void to lure the Desolate Demon away.
Huang Mo's eyes were always on Ci Qiancheng. When he waved his arm, the infinite sword intent and evil aura fell towards Ci Qiancheng.
The laurel behind Ci Qiancheng suddenly emitted brilliance. He waved the nine-jointed bamboo in his hand, and large tracts of laurel swept towards the wild demon. It was beautiful and beautiful, and there was no killing intention at all.
However, the moment those petals collided with the overwhelming sword intent, thousands of wind and waves were instantly set off, sweeping away the white clouds in the sky.
The space cracked and healed inch by inch as they collided.
Everything just happens in a short moment.
In a face-to-face confrontation, Ci Qiancheng knew that even if the power of the wild demon in front of him was sealed at the same level as his own, it was still stronger than him.
So I'm afraid this battle will have to be outsmarted.
He had just finished his thoughts when the wild demon over there fixed his eyes on his sword and raised his hand.
The hand falls like a sword falling.
An identical sweet-scented osmanthus spread out behind the wild demon, turning into thousands of sword lights, carrying the power of the bright moon, and headed towards Ciqian City.
Ci Qiancheng was shocked.
The level of power of this sword intention is actually more exquisite than his own?
As expected, he is worthy of being a wild demon. I have long heard that he can deduce a swordsmanship to the extreme with just one glance.
His way is the fusion of illusion and swordsmanship, but this wild demon can actually see through it at a glance, which is really amazing.
It's a pity...if he wasn't a madman, he would have returned it.
Ci Qiancheng's expression was complicated.
But this is not necessarily a bad thing!
Being able to get in touch with the ultimate state of the world here, which is his own Tao, for him, is it not a kind of hearing the Tao in the morning and dying at night?
As the battle between Huang Mo and the others moved further and further away, Ye Wu and others felt a little relaxed.
"That person is really..."
It was also the first time for Ye Wu to see such an irrational madman, and he always felt that he seemed much scarier than those who had reason.
Just as he relaxed, the next moment, a group of people came straight towards him.
Among them, the most conspicuous young man with extraordinary bearing is the Holy Son dressed in white.
Ye Lin and the others immediately became vigilant.
The Holy Son led the people down, faced Ye Wu, and smiled.
"We met again, but I didn't expect to see Mr. Ye again so soon."
Ye Wu pursed his lips and could see that Miao Haocang was coming now with bad intentions.
Although he didn't know why he was chatting and laughing one second and became hostile the next.
"Why doesn't Young Master Ye speak?"
Ye Wu thought for a while and shook his head.
"I don't know what to say...you want to fight us?"
"Isn't this obvious?" Zhige interjected from the side.
Miao Haocang glanced at her, and Zhige suddenly turned pale, took a step back, and lowered his head.
"I never thought of starting a war with Mr. Ye so soon."
The matter with the Hall of Mirrors Master was an accident, which forced Yan Kuang to take action in advance, and their preparations also needed to start in advance.
Miao Haocang looked at Ye Wu and sighed: "If it weren't for your status and my status, I would actually like to be friends with Mr. Ye."
At least, Ye Wu didn't disgust him.
"Identity? Do you know my identity?" Ye Wu was a little surprised.
"I mean that Mr. Ye has the quota to be selected into the temple. As for Mr. Ye himself... although I can guess that his background is unusual, I don't know."
"Of course, if Mr. Ye is willing to inform, that is also possible."
Of course Ye Wu would not reveal his identity.
He looked at the people around him and said: "Just because of the quota for the temple? Didn't you say that as long as you have the ability and strength, you will be selected? Then aren't we in the same situation? Why do we have to be hostile? Anyway, we are all
It depends on the choice of the temple.”
In Ye Wu's view, this is a fair thing. If you are selected, you will be selected, otherwise you will not be selected.
Miao Haocang chuckled, but did not explain.
The temple has already selected Ye Wu. As long as he is not a waste, the probability of the temple selecting him is basically 90%. It is not fair between them.
Therefore, Miao Haocang must kill him.
"It's useless to talk about it now."
Miao Haocang said, looking up at Huang Mo and Ci Qiancheng above, and then at Mirror Hall Master and Yan Kuang.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Ye thinks who can win the battles above?"
Ye Wu did not look at it, but said directly: "I don't know, there is no result yet."
Miao Haocang was slightly silent.
Then he chuckled.
"Yes, there is no result yet, who knows?"
He took a deep look at Ye Wu.
"Master Ye can always say something that surprises me."
"However, sometimes, the outcome is doomed from the beginning, just like you and me."
Ye Wu frowned and said, "The result is that you and I will have a fight?"
Miao Haocang had confidence on his face.
"It's not that you and I are going to fight, it's that...you die and I live."
Wang Defu immediately rolled his eyes.
"Woof woof!" Such a loud tone, and he hasn't even started yet!
"Woof woof woof!" Don't be a coward, son, just go ahead! Kill him!
Ye Wu pursed his lips.
"I don't kill people," he said.
Miao Haocang said with great aggression: "So, you will only be killed by me."
Ye Wu shook his head, "I don't want to die either."
He looked at Miao Haocang calmly and took out his sword.
"I will fight with you, whether I win or lose."
Miao Haocang was silent, seeming to be thinking about whether it was necessary to agree to his words.
After a while, he raised his hand and waved lightly.
"Do it."
Zhi Ge rushed directly to the front, holding a crystal-like harp in his hand, and headed towards Ye Lin.