Return of the War God

On the way back to the hut, Ye Wuque quietly pondered what Qi Shilong had just told him through sound transmission.

Sound transmission is a profound skill that requires a certain level of strength to be accessible. Just now, Qi Shilong used this skill to tell Ye Wuque the reason why Ye Wuque had to participate in the Hundred Cities War.

The young man walked slowly on the slate-paved path, the breeze came, blowing his fluttering black hair, his handsome face seemed extremely quiet at the moment, which gave Ye Wuque a strange charm.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Murong children who were curious, envious, inquisitive, and admired, especially some young girls. For the first time, they felt that Ye Wuque was born so beautiful.

Ye Wuque turned a blind eye to these, returned to his hut, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice quietly.

The battle with Murong Tian was not difficult to win, but it also cost some Yuan energy. Although he had the origin of the Holy Law of Fighting, this time he was just a beginner, and he was a little bit out of control for a while. Summarizing and improving, the power of the Holy Way will become stronger and stronger.

Ye Wuque, who entered the state of cultivation, temporarily let go of everything. He understood that only by becoming stronger can he defeat Jun Shanlie, find Fu Bo, and explore Kong's past.

Strength is the foundation that determines everything. This world is so cruel.

"buzz"

The fighting spirit of the Holy Dao kept roaming in the body, and the gold and red blood oscillated. Ye Wuque took a few pills of the first-grade and lower-level recovery pills, and slowly practiced...

An hour later.

Ye Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged, trembled slightly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and the whole person became bright in an instant. After an hour of practice, Ye Wuque's wear and tear completely recovered. Only the shoulders covered by Murong It will take a few days for the wounds that Tian scratched to heal.

"Oh, I'm really weak now..."

Thinking of Jun Shanlie's strength, Ye Wuque felt a sense of urgency, but he was not afraid. He firmly believed that in four years, he would definitely kill Jun Shanlie.

"Four years is enough."

The voice that had been silent for a long time sounded in Ye Wuque's mind, it was Kong.

Jun Shanlie gave Ye Wuque ten years, but Ye Wuque changed it to four years. It was Kong's suggestion.

"Haha, what happened today has made your life of silence that has remained unchanged for ten years completely exciting."

Sora's slightly teasing words made Ye Wuque also pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes burning: "It is estimated that my next days will be wonderful."

Reaching out into his arms, he took out the blood dragon jade. The blood-red dragon-shaped jade pendant exuded a faint light, and the tentacles were warm.

"By the way, Kong, how credible do you think what City Lord Qi said? He said that he had seen this blood dragon jade in the first main city."

In addition to improving his strength in a short period of time, Qi Shilong finally said that the reason why moving Ye Wuque represented the main city of Longguang to participate in the Hundred Cities War was precisely because Qi Shilong told Ye Wuque that he had seen this blood dragon jade in the first main city. And this blood dragon jade was left to him by Uncle Fu. In other words, Qi Shilong was telling Ye Wuque that there might be information about Uncle Fu in the first main city.

"He won't lie to you about this, because there is no need. Perhaps, in the first main city, there really is some news about your Uncle Fu."

Nodding lightly, Ye Wuque put the Blood Dragon Jade into his arms.

Speaking of the Battle of Hundred Cities, Ye Wuque reminded Ye Wuque of the sword-wielding boy he met in the Forest of Ancient Times and the monk who was forced to retreat by his punch.

At that time, the sword-wielding youth who claimed to be a handsome minister once told him that he was looking forward to a showdown with Ye Wuque in the Hundred Cities Battle!

"It seems that this battle of hundreds of cities will be quite interesting, but it makes me look forward to it."

With a flash of eyes, Ye Wuque's heart flashed a hint of anticipation.

"squeak"

Opening the door, Ye Wuque walked out of the hut. It was already night outside, and a bright moon hung high on the starry sky, shedding a little soft light.

Ye Wuque swept towards the place where Murong Changqing was. Murong Changqing was injured because of him. Ye Wuque had to go and see how Murong Changqing's injury was recovering. In addition, Ye Wuque wanted to ask Murong Changqing about Uncle Fu. some time.

"whoosh"

Turning into a shadow, Ye Wuque galloped on the stone road. The place where Murong Changqing lived was the core of the Murong family, and there was still some distance from here.

"Well, it's the small building where Xian'er lives."

A delicate and elegant two-story building appeared in Ye Wuque's eyes. It was a small building specially prepared by the Murong family for Xian'er. It was alone in a quiet environment. No one came to disturb him on weekdays. won't bother.

Because all Murong disciples know that Xian'er is not only unfathomable in strength, but seemingly friendly, but it gives people the feeling that they are not in the same world, and will disappear sooner or later.

Only Ye Wuque was able to be with Xian'er without a gap. For this, he was jealous of countless Murong children.

"This little girl, I haven't seen her for a month."

Speaking of Xian'er, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed a hint of doting, which was a brother's doting on his younger sister.

"It's been a long time since I drank the tea that Xian'er brewed. I can't forget it when I look back."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ye Wuque's thoughts flashed away, and he never stopped at his feet.

"buzz"

At this moment, an extremely unfamiliar but fiery wave suddenly came from the small building where Xian'er was! Then came a vague but painful daughter's voice!

"No! It's Xian'er!"

Although the daughter's voice was vague, Ye Wuque instantly recognized that it was from Xian'er!

"Swish"

His body turned extremely fast, and Ye Wuque dashed towards the small building where Xian'er was located at the fastest speed.

"Bang"

The closed door was smashed open by Ye Wuque with brute force, and the living room on the first floor was empty. Ye Wuque, who was familiar with this, did not stop at the figure, and rushed up to the second floor at high speed. There is Xian'er's boudoir, and no one has ever entered except Xian'er herself on weekdays, but Ye Wuque can't care about it at this moment.

"唳"

The moment Ye Wuque stepped on the second floor, a high-pitched chirping sound suddenly came from his ears. This voice seemed to be noble, elegant and full of endless majesty!

At the same time, Ye Wuque's eyes were bright, submerged by the dazzling red light, and an extremely scorching temperature hit, which instantly made Ye Wuque's breathing stagnate!

Covering his face with his arms up and down, Ye Wuque opened his eyes with all his might and looked forward. Under the red light, on the bed, Xian'er was lying quietly, soaked with sweat. At this moment, the innocent little face was flushed red, and the delicate facial features were crowded together, Ye Wuque could clearly feel that Xian'er must be in great pain at this moment!

However, just after Ye Wuque moved his gaze up, his pupils shrank immediately!

He saw a place above Xian'er's delicate body that was a zhang away, and there was a life that was three feet in size, with red light shrouding its body like a bird and beast.

The flaming bird exudes high temperature, but at this moment, the flaming bird seems to have sensed Ye Wuque's appearance. With its wings raised, a fiery red spiritual energy radiates high temperature and is fanned towards the lying fairy!

With the injection of this fiery red energy, the expression on Xian'er's face became even tighter. It was obvious that she was suffering enormous pain!

"Beast! You dare!"

"buzz"

With a loud shout, Ye Wuque was running the Holy Dao's battle aura with all his strength, and the golden red qi and blood were surging. He didn't use his unique fighting skills, but simply stretched out a palm that surrounded the Holy Dao's battle aura and grabbed the flaming red bird!

Ye Wuque's first consideration was to control this strange flaming bird, not to kill it. He was afraid that Xian'er would be hurt in the process.

"laugh"

The palm full of the holy way slammed into the red light around the fiery red light bird, and it was blocked!

It seems to feel the threat from Ye Wuque, and the frequency of the flaming red light bird's wings flashing is faster, it seems that it is also taking all the time!

"Open it for me!"

Ye Wuque's body seems to be boiling with the Holy Dao's aura, and he will never allow Xian'er to have any accident under his eyelids!

"laugh"

Finally, under the condition of Ye Wuque's full strength shot, his palm finally broke through the barrier of the red light and grabbed the flaming red light bird!

"It's hot!"

The moment he came into contact with the flaming bird, Ye Wuque felt like his hand was reaching into a volcano!

"呲"

The scorching burning sensation from the palm of his hand made Ye Wuque realize that his palm must have seen blood!

But he still used all his strength to grab the flaming bird, he would never allow Xian'er to have an accident!

"buzz"

At the critical moment, the fiery red light bird suddenly trembled, and then a golden light turned out! Immediately afterwards, Ye Wuque felt that he was overturned by a huge force!

He quickly stabilized his body. When Ye Wuque was about to make another move, Sora suddenly said, "Don't make a move! This seems to be the soul of Feng Luan Heavenly Maiden! No wonder I always felt that this little girl was not simple, it turned out to be Feng Luan. The descendant of the goddess line! This matter will be of great benefit to this little girl! Don't act rashly..."

Sora's words made Ye Wuque's body stagnate for a while, and he stopped shooting. He looked at the palm of his right hand, which had already been burned with a big wound!

"唳"

For some reason, a golden light erupted, and the fiery red light bird seemed to have gained some huge benefit. The bird head screamed, full of joy, and then looked towards Ye Wu!

"I feel...thank you...let...me...I have...complete...thank you...gold...golden sky...dao..."

A vague sound transmission sounded in Ye Wuque's ear, and Ye Wuque could only barely hear that it seemed to be a thank you from a flaming bird.

"buzz"

Immediately, the flaming red light bird raised its wings, bursting with dazzling red light, wrapped in golden light, and charged into Xian'er's body with incomparable power!

In an instant, all the red light in the entire room disappeared, as if everything had never happened before.

The lying face of Xian'er became peaceful, no longer in so much pain, as if she was asleep.

Looking at Xian'er's appearance at the moment, Ye Wuque was still not at ease. He weighed it in his heart and understood why Xian'er didn't watch the fight between him and Murong Tian, ​​shook his head, and finally walked towards Xian'er's bed. Sit down in a chair and quietly close your eyes to practice.

He wanted to see Xian'er wake up with his own eyes, and then he could leave with peace of mind after confirming that nothing happened.

The night is cold as water.

Time slipped away in Ye Wuque's practice... One night, soon passed...

The warm sun shone into the small building's room, Xian'er's eyelashes who were lying on the bed suddenly moved, and then she opened it, and her clear water eyes instantly saw Ye Wuque sitting beside her.