After reconciliation with Jianzun

Zhongxi is still in the inner room of Wentianzhai. When Ye Zhili and the others arrived, Dr. Zhang was treating Zhongxi's injuries inside.

Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo had already arrived, and they were standing outside waiting together.

Ye Zhili noticed that Xia Xingchui's friendly face was a bit anxious, as if he was worried about Zhongxi's injury, but Wen Mo's expression seemed to be carved out of Xia Xingchui's. It is not known that he had a big argument with Zhongxi and lost.

But if you think about it, how can you not even have the ability to control your emotions if you can sit in the position of deputy leader.

Compared with the leader, the only difference between the vice leader and the leader is probably that he holds a sword in his arms. The scabbard is transparent green, and three complex ancient characters are engraved vertically on it.

——everything is born.

Ye Zhili's scrutiny was over in a flash, and he was about to ask about the situation, but Lu Juchen beside him spoke first: "How is Zhongxi?"

He turned his head in surprise, he didn't expect that Lu Juchen would take the initiative to care about Zhongxi, but he saw that Lu Juchen's sword hadn't been retracted yet.

It doesn't seem like he cares about Zhongxi, but he seems to be afraid that Zhongxi is not dead, and he is always ready to make up for it.

So what exactly was Lu Juchen trying to say just now, he was so angry when he was interrupted...

He secretly patted Lu Juchen and told him to put the sword away.

Xia Xingzhui nodded at Wen Mo, who replied, "No life was hurt."

Only then did Ye Zhili feel relieved, and after waiting for about a stick of incense, Dr. Zhang opened the door and walked out, bowing down to Xia Xing: "Leader, Elder Zhong is fine."

Xia Xing said "hard work" and headed into the house.

Zhong Xi was leaning on the bed, with a large bandage wrapped around his chest, and was about to salute when he saw Xia Xingchui.

Xia Xingchui hurriedly stopped him, and pressed it back again: "How does Elder Zhong feel?"

Zhong Xi's face was pale and his breath was vain, and his speech was not very stable: "Thank you for your concern, leader, and your subordinates are fine."

"That's good," Xia Xingchui continued to ask, "Does Elder Zhong know the identity of the attacker?"

Hearing this, Zhong Xi's dark eyes froze for a moment, mixed with a bit of obvious cruelty, just when Ye Zhili thought Zhong Xi was about to reveal his conjecture, the other party shook his head: "This subordinate doesn't know."

Xia Xingchui: "What about your body shape?"

Zhongxi: "I don't know either."

Xia Xingchui's face darkened obviously after the two were unclear.

In Xianmeng, Xia Xingchui is in charge of the general affairs, Wen Mo is more like a vanguard officer, leading his disciples to fight against demons all the year round, and Zhongxi is responsible for internal security, such as the establishment of Wentianzhai to repair the defense The magic circle is led by Zhongxi.

Now Zhongxi himself was attacked inside the Xianmeng, and he still didn't know anything about the situation of the attacker.

No matter how good-tempered Xia Xingchui was, he couldn't tolerate Xianmeng becoming a ragged basket that couldn't even sleep peacefully.

It's just that Ye Zhili looked at Zhongxi like that, not because he didn't know what to do, but because he didn't say anything, he was thinking about it secretly, when a green light suddenly flashed in front of him, it turned out that Wen Mo propped up a barrier .

At this time, only the three core figures of Xianmeng, Ye Zhili, Sheng Jian and Lu Juchen were left in the room.

Xia Xingchui asked again: "Elder Zhong can speak with confidence now."

Zhongxi sat up straight with difficulty, lowered his head, and made a gesture of pleading guilty: "The man is of medium stature, unknown gender, and has a very high cultivation level. The key to unlock Mozhaofeng's enchantment, the subordinates resisted desperately, so the thief did not succeed."

Wen Mo looked serious: "Being able to beat Elder Zhong like this didn't cause too much commotion at the time. I'm afraid this cultivation level..."

Ye Zhili glanced at Sheng Jian subconsciously, and then thought about it again, it seemed that everyone standing here seemed to be particularly good at fighting except him.

There are no rivals in the world in Shengjian, and Lu Juchen's swordsmanship should not be underestimated. Wen Mo is ranked fourth in the list of swordsmen, and her swordsmanship was taught by Xia Xing.

He was about to look away, but bumped into Sheng Jian.

And Sheng Jian shook his head slightly at him.

Ye Zhili touched his nose, of course he knew that Sheng Jian would not do such a thing, it was a subconscious reaction.

Wen Mo didn't agree with opening the second bottle, and seized the opportunity to say: "Leader, Mo Zhaofeng has a special barrier, and if you want to undo the barrier, it will inevitably cause certain damage to the caster. Now Elder Zhong is seriously injured. This matter... ..."

Zhongxi had been reluctant to mention the attack in detail because he was afraid that Wen Mo would take advantage of it. At this moment, he was so angry that the bandage on his chest was stained with blood: "We decent people, how can we back down so easily and fall into the hands of the demon!"

Wen Mo said with concern: "The Hunyuan Qiankun bottle is of great importance. In order not to cause panic among the monks, it has been carried out in secret. The manpower that can be dispatched is limited, and the requirements for the caster who opened the enchantment of Mozhaofeng are even higher. They must be trustworthy. His cultivation base is high-strength, but Elder Zhong's injury... may not be able to withstand the wear and tear."

Zhongxi was about to stand up while supporting the bed, and looked at Xia Xingchui excitedly: "Leader! The cultivation world is in danger, and the people are suffering a lot. This attack is obviously to prevent us from opening the second bottle." , even if this subordinate loses his old life, he must destroy the devil's treachery!"

Wen Mo also pleaded with Xia Xingchui: "The leader once said, 'Although the disciples in the alliance should take killing demons and protecting the world as their duty, they should also take their lives as the most important thing. The world exists only when people exist'. Elder Zhong only Only by saving your life can you better protect the human world!"

The two men had their own reasons, and the room fell into silence for a while.

30 years ago, Master Lianlu came to Xianmeng with the Hunyuan Qiankun Bottle, saying that this object can solve the urgent needs of the cultivation world, but the artifact needs a safe and spiritual place to support.

Xia Xingchui knew what the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle was, saw that it was true, and believed that Master Lian Lu was a man, so he agreed.

But now Lu Juchen said that Master Lian Lu never left Lianshan 30 years ago.

Since it was designed to be opened, the things that have been accumulated for 30 years in this sacred artifact are probably a disaster rather than a blessing.

In addition, the puppet demon is getting worse and worse, and if it continues to drag on, the result is needless to say. It is easy to have some clues, so I have to try it anyway.

But Tao Zizhen, or Zhongxi being attacked in broad daylight, all prove that something is wrong within the Immortal League.

At such a critical juncture, it is really hard to find someone who can take Zhongxi's spellcasting seat.

Xia Xingchui thought for a while, but turned his eyes to Shengjian and Lu Juchen: "If the matter of the puppet demon is not thoroughly investigated, there will be no peace in my world, but the matter is urgent right now, I wonder if Sword Master and Master Lu can deal with it. Help."

"I said what are you doing with this song, I was waiting here." Lu Juchen has always been careless, and after listening to it, he hummed softly, "Leader Xia is really 'making the best use of people'."

Xia Xingchui basked in the sun: "The situation forced me to make the two of you laugh."

Sheng Jian seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and only said lightly: "This deity will go."

Ye Zhili couldn't help but glanced at Sheng Jian again. This person has never liked talking very much, but he has no less protection and love for the world than anyone else.

Xia Xingcui once said that under the sword of the night, demon corpses piled up into a sea of ​​blood, and the cultivation world was able to survive under the huge and fierce offensive of the demon world. Thanks to the sword master's righteousness, these words were not all compliments.

With Sheng Jian's promise, Zhong Xi was finally willing to sit back on the couch again, not forgetting to boast a few words.

"Elder Zhong, you are a member of the Immortal League, you must take care of your health." Xia Xingchui said a few words of relief, and then dragged Wen Mo in, saying kindly, "Momo, you must hurt Elder Zhong The culprit was caught, remember Elder Zhong's injury, and he will return it twice when the time comes."

Wen Mo held his sword and lowered his head expressionlessly: "Subordinates, please remember."

The barrier was removed by Xia Xingchui with a wave of his hand, and the glowing green that was exactly the same as Wen Mo's was fleeting, and thick clouds piled up in the sky outside the house at some point, completely blocking the sun, and even the sky became dark.

The few people left Wentianzhai one after another without disturbing Zhongxi's rest.

Ye Zhili looked at the Wanwusheng in Wen Mo's hands, and then looked back at the white veil that was flying in the corridor through the crack of the door that was not yet closed, his eyes were clear.

Sensing his movements, Sheng Jian asked softly, "What?"

Ye Zhili shook his head slowly: "It's nothing."

Zhongxi was still seriously injured, but the defensive circle of the Xianmeng could not be delayed. Uncle Gong Yang was ordered to prop up the big stall of Wentianzhai when he was in danger.

On the third day after the magic circle was completed, the day to open the second bottle of Hunyuan Qiankun bottle arrived.

Ye Zhili stepped on the flying sword, and was protected by Sheng Jian and Lu Juchen on the left and right in the middle, and carefully looked at the mountain peak not far away in mid-air.

Mozhao Peak is the mountain with the most aura in the Xianmeng resident. It was originally a good place for cultivation, but it was vacated by the Hunyuan Qiankun Bottle. The emerald green brilliance is like an endless waterfall pouring down the mountain from the top of the mountain. The height of the clouds splashed in all directions again, and he felt comfortable even before he got close.

As Wen Mo said, the ones who came this time were the elite of the Xianmeng, and all of them were Xia Xingchui's confidantes, each holding a magic weapon, as if they were facing an enemy.

The matter of the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle was facilitated by Zhongxi. Although he couldn't open the enchantment of Mozhaofeng himself, he insisted on being there, wanting to see what was inside.

Xia Xingchui counted the time and nodded abruptly.

Sheng Jian didn't go there immediately, but said to Ye Zhili: "Protect yourself."

Lu Juchen waved away people in disgust: "Little Ye Zi has me, you go quickly."

Ye Zhili looked straight into Sheng Jian's eyes, and said pointedly: "Everything changes, so be careful."

Sheng Jian smiled very briefly, said "OK", and flew up into the air to stand with Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo.

A beam of cold blue and two beams of fluorescent green light shot directly towards the top of Mozhao Peak from the mid-air. At the moment of collision, they flashed a brightness that almost blinded people, and swayed around with monstrous waves of air.

Ye Zhili hurriedly cast a spell to stabilize his figure, stretched out his hand to cover his face, and half-closed his eyes to look at the three people who were casting the spell.

I saw that the air wave was dissipated before it reached Sheng Jian's body, the white robe fluttered with the spiritual power around him, the red mark between his brows appeared, but his face was still indifferent, like a god who has watched the world with cold eyes for thousands of years, Powerful and unattainable.

"The enchantment is opened!"

Zhongxi's cry of surprise made Ye Zhili look at Mo Zhaofeng again, and the emerald green waterfall finally stagnated, with a gap in the center.

A stone tablet of tens of feet stands firmly in the center of the crack, and there are three big characters written in dragons and phoenixes.

——Mo Zhaofeng.