After reconciliation with Jianzun

The snowflakes are falling down, dyeing the earth into pure white, as bright as the day.

In the square, only Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo, the two leaders of the Immortal Alliance, could stand upright. Xi Le, who was leisurely and confident just now, could no longer relax. He only relied on his long sword to support the ground so that he would not kneel down shamelessly. .

She forced a mocking smile: "Sword Master Yuanheng always comes very quickly."

Sheng Jian didn't have time to pay attention to it. Ye Zhili's devilish energy in his arms was stronger than that of a high-ranking demon. His complexion was gray and pale, and even his lips had turned black and purple. He used his spiritual sense to probe the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness. His face became more and more frightening.

The ice layer cracked countless lines, crackling and stretching out to the surroundings.

He looked up at Xi Le, and said coldly, "What did you do?"

Xi Le was still bent over, trying to look up at him: "Jianzun, what's wrong with being a monster, isn't it more comfortable than being a human?"

Sheng Jian's feet swayed, without leaving an afterimage, and appeared behind Xi Le in the blink of an eye.

The disappearing wind reappeared in the square, raising a strand of black hair on his cheek.

The human head rolled down from Xi Le's slender neck, and hit the ground lightly, not even a surprised expression appeared on that beautiful face.

The demon king's confidant, the demon general who is frightened by the world, got his second life from no one knows where, and ended again with a move that was too fast to be seen clearly.

The blood dripped slowly from the Ye Jianjian, forming brilliant little ice flowers.

Everyone at the scene gasped, knowing that Yuanheng Jianzun was cultivated as a near immortal, but he did not expect to be so powerful!

Sheng Jian turned a deaf ear and wanted to leave with Ye Zhili in his arms.

Xu Ming staggered to his feet, stood in front of him forcibly, and looked at death like home: "Sheng Jian, you and Ye Zhili stole the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle and murdered Xiangling's life, do you want to just go away like this?! "

The astonishment flashed in Sheng Jian's eyes for a moment, but was quickly covered up in his eyes, and he only said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Xia Xingchui spoke from behind him: "Jianzun, what happened today, for you and for the innocence of Daoist Ye, needs an explanation."

Sheng Jian asked back: "He has become like this in your Xianmeng. Leader Xia hasn't given me an explanation yet."

Xia Xingchui replied: "Since that's the case, Sword Master should stay in Xianmeng and have a good chat."

Thinking of the previous friendship with the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle, Sheng Jian became a little more patient with Xia Xingchui: "It's too late."

Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo looked at each other and guessed something together.

Just as he was about to leave, someone stepped on the snow with a sword.

"What's too late! Sheng Jian, you must leave an explanation today!"

Sheng Jian turned around to look, but it was Zong Shaoyuan.

The former high-spirited old friend had half-haired hair, and there was no trace of the heartiness in his memory, only a strange, desperate determination, standing alone on the opposite side of him across a snow-covered path.

Normally, he might have said a few more words, but now that Ye Zhili is in critical condition, he really doesn't care so much.

He frowned and said: "The matter of Zong Xiangling has nothing to do with Zhili, I don't want to do anything with you."

Zong Shaoyuan hadn't lost his beloved daughter for a full day, and it was the time when he was the most mournful, and he laughed angrily when he heard his words: "You really want to protect a former Taoist couple who has been enchanted, and even have a lifetime of fame. Don't you care about justice?!"

Sheng Jian said briefly: "This is my business."

Zong Shaoyuan couldn't bear it anymore and charged forward, and asked sadly, "How innocent is that Xiangling!"

Zong Shaoyuan, as the head of Liuluo Sect, has a cultivation level higher than Xu Ming's. His moves are fierce, and his sword is like the wind, and he goes straight to Shengjian Mingmen every time.

But Sheng Jian was just as he said, thinking of his old love and unwilling to fight with him, he just dodged again and again, but Zong Shaoyuan refused to let it go, knowing that he was invincible, the sword turned and turned towards Sheng Jian's arms Ye Zhili.

Cong Ye finally moved.

Sheng Jian raised his right hand and pushed Zong Shaoyuan aside, taking advantage of the opportunity Yujian was about to leave Xianmeng.

Zong Shaoyuan hurriedly followed: "Stop going!"

Sheng Jian grew impatient and mobilized his spiritual power. Ice rose from the magic weapon under Zong Shaoyuan's feet, wrapped Zong Shaoyuan's lower body tightly in it, and fell to the ground in a whirl.

However, after Zong Shaoyuan was dealt with, Wen Mo chased after him, bringing Wanwusheng and Congye together, and Hanlan and Yinglu exploded in front of them.

As the sparks flew, Sheng Jian said coldly: "Is the Immortal League going to stop the deity?" Wen Mo reminded softly, "Going from the southwest direction, the defense there is weak."

She and Xia Xingchui knew very well that Sheng Jian and Ye Zhili were both innocent and framed by the evil spirits.

But Ye Zhili was judged as a demon by the Yao Pan, this is what everyone saw with their own eyes, and Sheng Jian froze the Xianmeng Square in a rage. If she does nothing, how will Xianmeng deal with herself in the future ?

Face project, always do it.

Although Wen Mo couldn't stop himself at all, Sheng Jian's expression softened a little, and he accepted the affection: "Thank you."

After speaking, without looking back, he took Ye Zhili and flew to the southwest.

Yanquan Mountain is a little-known hill, low-key sandwiched in the corner of a certain mountain range, and it is not even recorded on some maps.

The aura is not abundant, but it is not too lacking. Generally speaking, it is quite satisfactory. Because there are few people, the unnamed trees grow tall, and the weeds grow wildly underneath. I don’t know where so many nutrients come from.

Ye Zhili slowly opened his eyes, and saw a simple and clean wooden bed. He moved the tip of his nose and smelled the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.

what happened?

Because he just woke up, his mind was blank, he sat up with his hands on the bed, and looked sideways at the environment he was in.

The space inside the house is about the same size as his main room in Xuanjian Pavilion. The furnishings are uniform, generous and elegant, and there are no shortage of warm embellishments in the details. One look at the owner can tell that the owner has put in great effort.

Ye Zhili was taken aback suddenly.

its not right……

Isn't this the place where he married Sheng Jian, the owner of the house was him and Sheng Jian, why is he here?

he should be in...

Ye Zhili's expression gradually became serious.

Something abnormal happened to his body, and he was judged as a demon by the demon disc in the public square of Xianmeng Square. Xu Ming came to file a complaint, proclaimed his identity with mixed truth, and pinned a big black pot on him, and then Xi Le led the demons to arrive again, trying to force him completely to the demon camp.

There was a soft "squeak" at the door, bringing him back from his memory to reality.

Sheng Jian, dressed in white casual clothes, opened the door and walked in. Seeing that he was awake, he approached and asked concerned: "How is your health?"

Ye Zhili felt it for a while, the feeling of being about to faint from suffocation anytime and anywhere was gone, except for a little sore hands and feet, there was no other discomfort.

He had answered truthfully, and at this time Sheng Jian had already approached and sat on the edge of the bed, and as he got closer, he found that there was an unconcealable exhaustion on Sheng Jian's face.

Sheng Jian's cultivation has reached the state of perfection, how could he be so tired?

He was about to ask, when he suddenly noticed something, and went to pull Sheng's wrist in surprise.

"What about your spiritual strength?"

Although Sheng Jian will deliberately control the coercion when the two get along, the sense of existence of the supreme spiritual power of the Sword Dao cannot be hidden no matter how hard it is. Cool down a bit.

But now, he couldn't feel any spiritual fluctuations from Sheng Jian.

Sheng Jian retracted his wrist and pulled down his sleeve by the way, but he didn't intend to answer.

Ye Zhili asked urgently: "It's because of me..."

Sheng Jian couldn't hide it, so he had no choice but to explain: "You have been injected with a dense and dense magic energy in your sea of ​​consciousness, which is enough to transform you from a human to a demon."

Ye Zhili only felt cold all over, and said without hope: "What about the devil energy?"

"I'm here." Sheng Jian said lightly, "I'm trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness."

Ye Zhili murmured: "Is there no other way? Why come to Yanquan Mountain instead of Xianmeng or Xuanjian Pavilion?"

Sheng Jian shook his head: "The Immortal League is in danger, there is no way to wait, you have been invaded too deeply by the devilish energy, and you are almost unable to hold on on the way back to Xuanjian Pavilion, so I can only come here temporarily to dispel the devilish energy for you."

Ye Zhili briefly recalled that Sheng Jian didn't find any abnormalities when he was there, and he was probably injected with magic energy into the Sea of ​​Consciousness on the night when the Dream Demon came to his door.

Because the demonic energy was too strong and large, and it had eroded in his sea of ​​consciousness for too long, Sheng Jian had to use all his spiritual power and cultivation to transfer it for him and trapped him in his sea of ​​consciousness.

If he is a little careless, maybe Sheng Jian will fall into the devil's way, or lose his mana.

He lowered his head, curled up the fingers of the hand that was pressing on the bed, and his arm trembled accordingly.

How could he drag Sheng Jian to such an extent.

how come.

"No problem." Sheng Jian's voice sounded from above, he was embraced as soon as he raised his face, as if comforting, Sheng Jian's hands slowly patted his back, "Wait back to Xuanjian Pavilion , Yao Wu will find a solution."

Ye Zhili said anxiously: "Then let's go now."

Sheng Jian gave a short laugh, and rubbed his head helplessly: "No hurry, just rest for a few days."

Ye Zhili reacted with hindsight.

Sheng Jian obviously snatched him from the Xianmeng Square. He was regarded as a spy sent by the Demon Realm to hide the evil in the world.

All the sects in the cultivation world will know about this soon, and they will definitely chase and intercept them on the way to Xuanjian Pavilion to "eliminate harm" for the cultivation world. Maybe there are many people ambushing around Xuanjian Pavilion now, waiting for them to cast a net.

Right now Sheng Jian can't use his spiritual power, and he hasn't fully recovered yet, if he returns to Xuanjian Pavilion, it's better to go directly to Xianmeng to surrender.

He and Sheng Jian must not just bear the stigma of being a traitor in the cultivation world all the time. If they want to clear their reputation, they must have the confidence and strength to talk on an equal footing.

For the current plan, we have to wait for the two of them to rest and find a way to find a way to get rid of the devilish energy in Sheng Jian's body before making any plans.

He got out of Sheng Jian's arms, lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, but I have caused you to be troubled. If you don't talk about it, you will be reviled for nothing."

"Cultivation can be improved, and reputation is even more vain." Sheng Jian gently separated his fingers that were clenched on the bed sheet one by one, and interlocked with them: "You never have to say sorry to me."