How many times the group portrait is spring

Yan Huai went blind again.

This feeling is not too difficult, but he covered it with a finger of silk, and then he sensed his surroundings with his spiritual sense.

Yan Huai caressed the edge of the medicine cloth, and when he took off the blood-stained silk cloth, his closed eyes were exposed, the eyelashes under the cover were stained with moisture, and the blood and tears were indistinguishable.

He rubbed his fingertips over the corners of his eyes and touched the center of his eyebrows, a little heat came from his fingertips, and the simple lines formed a mark between his eyebrows. This may be the mark of the royal family of the demon clan, which fell after his spiritual power turned into magic power.

Yan Huai was in so much pain that he couldn't move, let alone speak a word, now he has time to touch the mark.

"My lord, what color is it?" Although Yan Zhi said nothing, Yan Huai knew that there were Qin Muzhi and Yan Zhi in the room.

"Blue." Yan Zhi looked at Yan Huai quietly, the silk cloth stained with Yan Huai's blood had long since fallen aside, and now the person in front of him was sitting very quietly, barely a little weaker.

"Blue...?" Yan Huai paused, the color was far from what he had imagined, he thought it should be the crimson color of the demon race, but he didn't expect it to be his original blue.

When the golden core shattered and reshaped the magic vein, he seemed to have had a very long dream, and when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.

Xu is, about this blue, but unfortunately, he can't remember anything.

"Half a month, at most one month, the medicinal cloth can be removed." Qin Muzhi answered, and just as he was about to bring the new silk to Yan Huai to tie it on, Yan Huai pulled the edge of the ribbon and tied it on by himself.

Qin Muzhi looked at the empty palm, and later realized that his senior brother didn't like physical contact with people.

Yan Huai, who had changed into a silk blindfold, looked much healthier than before, Yan Zhi pursed his lips slightly, and then said: "The Xuantian Sect has led the team to the edge of the two borders of the Northeast, in my opinion, you come Be the leader of this frontier."

They had just signed an alliance agreement with the demons in the East Realm. If the first battle with Xiujie was led by the Demon Race Demon Lord, it undoubtedly showed that they still ranked first in the East Realm when they were linked with the two demon clans.

This is the biggest reason why Yan Zhi decided to send Yan Huai.

"Okay." Yan Huai didn't hesitate for a moment. Although the process of transforming spiritual power into magic power in his body was painful, it also helped him break through a major realm to Nascent Soul.

To a certain extent, this time, it was really a temporary pain in exchange for Chang Ning, and the reshaping of the magic meridians could be regarded as fundamentally solving the problem of his previous weak meridians.

Since he's fine, it's only natural for Yanzhi to settle everything.

"Senior brother, your eyes..." Qin Muzhi wanted to say, "There is still half a month before you can recover your eyesight, so it's not suitable for traveling and traveling."

"No problem." Yan Huai didn't have any extra emotions, he had always done things before the banquet, so there was no saying that he could rest for minor injuries and illnesses.

The Xuantianzong team has entered the junction of the two realms, so Yan Huai will naturally lead the demons and demon cultivators to the junction immediately. On the second day of waking up, his spiritual sense can already replace these two eyes to explore the outside world.

In the depths of winter, when the wind and snow were blowing, the demon monarch and the highest city in the east ordered troops, and the city was filled with darkness. The crowds were huge, and the banquet swept around the city. No need to say anything to boost morale. With Yan Huai leading the army, this is the victory. protection.

Yan Huai had always been silent until Yan Zhi looked at him and found a snowflake had fallen on Yan Huai's cloak, Yan Zhi was full of interest: "Didn't you always dislike heavy clothes?"

Yan Huai gathered his cloak and said calmly, "It's prepared for Zhelan."

Ning Qing is afraid of the cold, Yan Huai is always used to wearing more after Xiao Han, so they can put on for Ning Qing when they see each other outdoors, his gentleness is as silent as him, but he always remembers everything about Ning Qing .

"You..." After a pause, he smiled and turned his head away, "I don't know when I will see you again, why bother to remember this."

"What's more, if we really see each other again, have you thought about how to explain your eyes?" They all saw Yan Huai's partiality for Ning Qing, but it was undeniable that they disagreed from beginning to end.

Yan Huai is loyal to the banquet, and what the banquet decides is what he wants to do, and what they are going to do, there is absolutely no possibility for righteous monks to agree.

Coincidentally, Ning Qing is the younger brother of this righteous leader, and he has been partial to Yimo Cultivator until now.

"..." Yan Huai couldn't answer. He really didn't think about it, or even thought about how to explain to Ning Qing that he was not of pure blood.

Now that Yan Zhi mentioned it, his heart was still at a loss, but everything was a foregone conclusion, simply, as long as he could protect Ning Qing, it would be a day.

He assigned Rong Si to secretly guard Ning Qing, and he also forbade the people of Qianjiu Palace to talk about things outside the palace. If he was lucky, he might not hurt Ning Qing at all until the day of success.

"There is one more thing, I should tell you." Seeing that Yan Huai didn't answer him, and the banquet didn't bother him too much, he changed the matter and continued: "In the news this morning, the leader of Xuantianzong's team to our east is Ning Nine dust."

Maybe it was because of the blindfold, Yan Huai's expression was expressionless, and he only responded: "It doesn't matter whoever comes, anyone who blocks my way, I will kill him."

Although it was the expected answer, Yan Zhi also heaved a sigh of relief. He hesitated whether Yan Huai would not be able to deal with some important figures of Xuantian Sect because of Ning Qing. In the Qing Dynasty, Yan Huai was still the decisive ruler.

Seeing off doesn't have to be too far away, and in the end Zhou Jue accompanied Yanzhi and looked at the traveling team, Yanzhi closed his eyes and asked casually, "How much success do you think this trip has accomplished?"

"The subordinates believe that with the leader of the Fujun, the victory is [-]%." ​​Zhou Jue lowered his head slightly, maintaining his due respect.

"I think so too." Yan Zhi smiled, since he has formed an alliance with the demons, he naturally needs to frustrate the spirit of the righteous way, so as to pave the way for him to go to the extreme northern region.

If there are obstacles in the way of what he wants to do, he will kick them all away.

Besides, the group of Promise Palace who had arrived at the defense line of the Xuanbei border, she had faded her red clothes on the [-]th of Spring and Autumn, and she was wearing a dark dress with long hair and high bunches, and there was a bit of heroism between her brows. She raised her eyes and looked at the long rivers of glaciers.

This frost and snow that has come from ancient times has never stopped, nor has it melted.

It's been a long time since I saw this thousand miles of ice field again, and it was only after the Spring and Autumn Eleventh that I realized that this millennium's grudge met with the frost and snow in the extreme north again, and her heart was already empty.

It turns out that time really kills a lot of things. She pointed her sword at the extreme north that year, but she was determined to frighten the demons in the extreme north so that they would stop thinking about the human region.

Now holding a sword and heading north, she has become an ally with the formerly hostile monster clan, and draws her sword to face her fellow clan.

Spring and Autumn Eleven wiped the sword in her hand, and the sky was scorching hot between her fingers. The sword in her hand left a residual shadow and turned northward, and Spring and Autumn Eleven's blow filled with spiritual power shook the surrounding area.

"The Spring and Autumn Eleventh of the Promise Palace, please enlighten me."

The arrival of the Spring and Autumn Eleventh marked the full-scale war between the north and the south, and also increased the pressure on the Xuantian sect. Even though they were the first sect in the cultivation world, they were not happy when they were divided into the southeast, north, and south.

"How about the line of defense on the [-]th of Spring and Autumn Period?" The night snow fell and he stood upright in white clothes. Regarding the death of the master, according to the etiquette system, Jing Rong should observe the three-year filial piety period.

"With Sword Immortal guarding us, the situation is still in our favor." The disciple bowed his hands.

In fact, it is not the case. Ordinary monks can't see through Li Zhifeng's cultivation, and they all regard him as the ancestor of the God Transformation Realm equivalent to Spring and Autumn Eleven.

But Li Zhifeng sent him a message that there was no need for reinforcements, so he dispersed his troops.

Jing Rong doesn't know where Li Zhifeng's self-confidence comes from, but as a junior, he chooses to trust this senior who has lived a lifetime, and more importantly, they have no troops to disperse.

Qin Wujian is the head of the demon guard in the south, and Ning Jiuchen went to the east. After the extreme northern demon clan declared war, they have been trying to break through the barrier of the Xuanbei realm, and there are demons appearing in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that the sentence is mentally and mentally haggard.

Jing Rong stared at the unknown dangers covered by heavy frost and snow in the extreme northern region. The original white and boundless extreme northern snow region was already blood-stained, and his mood was no longer the same as when he first came to the extreme northern region.

At present, the great powers of the Transforming God Realm are joining the battle. It is not enough to see that the highest cultivation of them is the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, but Jing Rong has no spare time to break through a major realm. Once he leaves, no one can stop the already united Demon Cultivators and Mozu.

"If there is any loss, send a message to this seat at any time."

Jing Rong closed his eyes, and the stream of light flashed across the sky for a moment, and the disciples who came with him also left, and only a few disciples left with their fists in their hands and bowed to send them away.

Jing Rong didn't have a fixed place to stop, all within this boundary was his shelter, even if the monster clan attacked, they had to ask the Ling Xiao sword in his hand first.

As for the city defense guarded by Li Zhifeng, the two teams were deadlocked in the frost and snow. There was a demon cultivator in front and a demon clan in the back. They were really facing the enemy.

The commanders of the two armies looked at each other from a distance across the city defenses. They had high hair in spring and autumn, and wore a vigorous attire. She was holding a short dagger in her hand, and she only looked in the direction of Li Zhifeng coldly.

It was clearly from the angle of looking up, which made her feel a little disdainful.

This is the first time they have looked at each other seriously in the thousands of years since they were separated. Maybe it can't be called meeting each other, but a confrontation.

Spring and Autumn Eleven is as blazing and public as before, adding a bit of calmness accumulated over the years. The years have never failed the beauty, and Spring and Autumn Eleven has not aged at all.

It seems that Li Zhifeng is the only one who has wasted these years.

"Long time no see, Eleven."