After reconciliation with Jianzun

Ye Zhili just walked side by side with Sheng Jian towards the direction of the Xilai Palace Sect's residence. In order to observe the surrounding situation, their speed was not fast.

From the outer city to the inner city, there were more blood stains and thicker black air as they went in, but at most they saw a few broken arms and legs, let alone complete corpses, not even half a head.

I don't know if the demons didn't notice them, or because Sheng Jian was afraid to make a move, but the journey was very peaceful, and he arrived at the wall of the Xilai Palace sect's garrison without any surprises or dangers.

Ye Zhili looked up and saw that the wall was as high as three grown men, and the vermilion wall was splattered with mottled blood.

He and Sheng Jian looked at each other, and let go of their spiritual sense to investigate the mountain protection circle of Xilai Palace.

Xilai Palace is the number one sect in the North Central region, so the mountain protection circle is naturally impressive, especially the word "guardian" has been used to the extreme.

There are four entrances in the entire sect garrison, east, west, north and south. If a monk tries to climb over the wall, it will be automatically blocked by the magic circle.

Those with a high level of cultivation, such as Sheng Jian, or some elders and disciples like before, can also force a breakthrough, but the guards in the palace will receive an early warning.

The structure of the magic circle is not too fancy, but it is safe. The setting of each circle eye is quite satisfactory, and there is no fault. For Ye Zhili, who likes to dismantle other people's magic circles, it is difficult to do it for a while.

Sheng Jian could see that Ye Zhili was standing there thinking deeply, not only did he not rush, but he also showed no signs of impatience.

He is slightly taller than Ye Zhili, and from his angle, he can just see the whirling hair on Ye Zhili's head, the faint light from Ye and Liuxian mixed with the vermilion of the surrounding wall, reflected indistinctly On Ye Zhili's gentle side face, under the black air pervading all around, there is a strange beauty and ambiguity of pure desire.

No matter how many times, whenever he sees Ye Zhili standing in front of him alive, he will feel that this is the greatest blessing in the world.

The scope of Xilai Palace is too large, and Ye Zhili's own cultivation is not enough to circle the entire magic circle without triggering the magic circle. Fortunately, Sheng Jian kept channeling his spiritual power for him. After a long while, he finally Take back the consciousness.

He looked up at Sheng Jian: "This magic circle is too stable, and it can be entered, but it needs to be well prepared."

Sheng Jian: "It's getting late, let's go back first."

Ye Zhili said "Yes", and walked towards the inn with Sheng Jian.

However, before he took a few steps, Sheng Jian stopped and turned to look southwest.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Jian: "There is movement."

What will happen in this kind of place?

He held Liu Xian tightly, and followed Sheng Jian silently to the southwest.

At first he didn't notice anything, but after walking for a cup of tea, he finally heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, as if someone was being chased.

The two quickened their pace, and soon saw a bloody man in red clothes rushing out of the black mist. Behind the man in red clothes, there were dozens of demons holding sharp knives and drooling from their mouths.

Perhaps the man in crimson clothes didn't expect to see people in this place, and beyond the initial astonishment, he hurriedly yelled weakly: "Run!"

On the fringes of the Xilai Palace sect that is full of dangers, and in the inner city of Xilai City, a scene of monsters and monks chasing after each other is suddenly staged, which is more vigilant than pure monsters.

But human life is the first, and we must save it.

Sheng Jian's figure did not move, he got out of the sheath from the night, and a few cold sword lights killed all the demons.

Ye Zhili half-hid behind Sheng Jian, and quietly urged the demon to face the man in crimson clothes. After confirming that it was not a demon, he exchanged glances with Sheng Jian, and the two walked towards the man in crimson clothes together.

It was only recently that they had to guard against the monsters hiding in the monk's body, but Ye Zhili and Sheng Jian seemed to have rehearsed countless times, and their movements were fast and natural.

So much so that the man in crimson clothes didn't notice the "flickering" of the two at all, and sat on the ground to thank the two after unloading his strength.

"I didn't expect it to be Sword Master, thank you Sword Master and this..."

Probably because he hadn't recovered from the tension of escaping from death, the man in crimson snorted his face with his hands, and the blood was pushed away with his movements, revealing a stunning face.

And the crimson-clothed man in front of him has surprisingly bright eyebrows mixed with blood, with smooth lines from the bridge of the nose to the chin, flamboyant and sexy, making people forget the vulgarity.

Ye Zhili looked at it, why did he feel that the facial features looked familiar?

At the same time, the man in crimson clothes suddenly widened his eyes, looked him up and down in disbelief, and shouted, "Zhili?!"

Ye Zhili was taken aback by the shout, and subconsciously retorted: "You have mistaken the person."

Regardless of his own injuries, the man in crimson clothes got up and approached Ye Zhili, and didn't care if Sheng Jian stretched out his arm to block him, and called out cheerfully: "You still have Liuxian in your hand, you Forget? I helped cast Liuxian!"

Ye Zhili glanced at Sheng Jian, who obviously didn't remember who the person in front of him was.

The man in crimson clothes: "I am Lu Juchen, the sword spirit of Master Lianlu."

The two finally remembered.

Master Lianlu is the most famous craftsman in the cultivation world, and his most proud sword-making even gave birth to a sword spirit, which was cultivated into a human body.

When Ye Zhili saw Lu Juchen last time, Lu Juchen was still a kid whose head only reached his waist, but he didn't expect that he had already grown in the blink of an eye.

Lu Juchen thought of something again, and stood there analyzing: "No, Zhili, you are not...but Sheng Jian is by your side, and you are still holding the Immortal Sword. Could it be that you have revived Duo Ren She?! One that looks so much like you used to."

Forging a sword is definitely not a one-day job. When Lian Lu helped refine the Immortal Sword, Sheng Jian happened to be not very busy, so he waited with him at the Lianshan Mountain where Lian Lu was.

During the days of refining the mountain, the relationship between him and Xiao Lu Juchen was not bad, and the other party was also a decent person, and he had already guessed his identity, so he no longer forcibly covered it up.

"It's a long story, why are you here?"

Lu Juchen: "I heard that there are monsters near Wushuangzhou, so I came to help, but I didn't expect to be caught by the monsters and taken into this Xilai Palace because of my carelessness."

Ye Zhili asked curiously, "You ran out by yourself? Where are the others?"

When it came to business, Lu Juchen's expression became serious: "Those demons didn't know what they wanted to do, they captured many monks and ordinary people, and put away their souls. I am a sword spirit, and I don't have a soul. It was only a lucky escape, and took the opportunity to sneak out."

Seeing Ye Zhili and Lu Huanchen chatting with each other happily, Sheng Jian's heart couldn't help but move.

It's not that he can't see Ye Zhili making friends. Ye Zhili and Xu Song's relationship has improved, and he also feels sorry for Ye Zhili.

Lu Juchen didn't seem to have any problems, but the matter of Ye Zhili's identity was originally just a secret between him and Ye Zhili.

This secret is like a hidden symbol, representing that in Ye Zhili's new life, he is the most special one.

Now there is another Lu Juchen...

He interrupted the topic of Ye Zhili and Lu Juchen unhappily, and said, "Intestines."

Ye Zhili was at a loss: "What intestines?"

Sheng Jian nodded at Lu Juchen's abdomen with his eyes, maybe Lu Juchen was really happy to see his old friend back from the dead, but he didn't notice that the intestines were about to flow out from the abdominal wound.

Ye Zhili hurriedly took out some of the usual wound medicine from the storage bag and handed it over: "I didn't notice it, put it on quickly."

Lu Juchen didn't care too much: "It's okay, I've been covering it all the time."

Sheng Jian reminded: "Let's go."

They are still in the inner city of Xilai City, there will be monsters rushing out at any time, not to mention that Lu Juchen is still injured, the three of them hurried back.

Ye Zhili looked at Lu Juchen's side face, feeling quite emotional in his heart. He still remembered that when they first met, Lu Juchen was still shyly hiding behind Master Lian Lu, and would only sneak half of his head out to look at him and Shengjian, a pair of Shui Lingling's eyes are truly lovely.

Unexpectedly, after decades, the child has grown so big and looks so good-looking.

But it can't be called a child. The growth rate of sword spirits is different from that of humans. If you really want to count, Lu Juchen should be hundreds of years old this year, and he is older than him.

He sneaked another glance at Sheng Jian next to him.

Sheng Jian's appearance is also extremely superior, the outline is clear and profound, indifferent but noble, but there is always a coldness in his eyes that are so deep that people are daunting and dare not look more.

He smiled lightly, the strong are always easy to become a symbol in the eyes of the world.

In fact, Sheng Jian just doesn't like talking, and he doesn't like excitement.

The surrounding area of ​​Lianshan Mountain is covered with an enchantment. Looking out from the mountain, the sun is not dazzling red all day long. He once took Sheng Jian to watch the sun on the top of the mountain for a long time. talking.

Sheng Jian listened carefully to every word he said throughout the whole process, and responded to him more or less, and occasionally handed him a cup of tea, caring and gentle.

Shengjian is the root of the ice spirit, which comes out from the night sword and mourns Kyushu.

But on the Lianshan Mountain, the monstrous spiritual power that made others fearful was only used to bring down the scorching heat for him.Maybe it was because he was distracted for too long, Sheng Jian glanced at him sideways and asked silently.

Peeking at the caught bag, Ye Zhili's ears turned red, and he said to Lu Juchen, "By the way, you're out, where is Master Lian Lu?"

Lu Juchen lowered his eyes: "A few days ago...gone."

Sheng Jian obviously just heard the news, he was stunned at first, then thought for a while, and said: "The last time I went to the master to repair Liuxian, he did have some signs, is he dead?"

Seeing Ye Zhili's concerned eyes, Lu Juanchen raised a shallow smile: "My master has been unable to break through for a long time, and he knew his destiny earlier, but he didn't force it, saying that the weapon he had practiced all his life had already Very satisfying."

Although monks live longer than ordinary people, if they are still unable to ascend, they will fall sooner or later and re-enter reincarnation.

Although Master Lian Lu was happy and mourning, it involved life and death after all, and the three of them didn't speak any more on the way back.

Lu Juchen escaped from Xilai Palace, so he must know a lot of secrets inside, but before asking, he had to ask Yao Wu to help heal his injuries, at least he had to stuff his intestines back.