Suiren... Zhaoming knew the name of this powerful man who controlled his strength. ~

What was amazing strength that surprised him even more was that he only felt the aura of the Immortal King from this person.

With his current cultivation level and the Immortal King realm, it is not that he dares to say that he is more steadily than him. The high priest of the Witch Clan, the Eastern Prince, the Three Pure Taoist... Even if he faces the Ancestor of the Styx again, as long as he is not in the sea of ​​blood, Zhaoming feels that he can handle it for a long time.

But the person in front of him had already taken him down in a flash, without any backhand power, which made Zhaoming feel like a weak person again.

"Suiren..." The prince on the side of the East widened his eyes, looked puzzled, and was stunned for a moment. He suddenly thought of something, looked towards Di Jiang, and said in a deep voice: "That...that is Zhao Lei!"

"Shh, he changed his name, now he is called Youchao!" Suiren grinned again: "This name is really appropriate. What else can he do if he doesn't build a nest if he doesn't build a nest?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle over there was a decisive outcome. Di Jiang was hit hard and kicked back from the cave that came out. When he saw a figure appearing in the air, tall and thin, with a slightly pale face, and a gray-white dress, it was Zhao Lei.

"If you don't want to leave, you have to compete with me for speed!"

It seemed that Zhao Lei had a little unhappy because he was provoked by Di Jiang.

Di Jiang is the leader of the ancestor witch, and his magical power is speed. His speed is so fast that Zhaoming can only barely react with the spiritual sense brought by his natural instinct. No one can compare with the great witch of the Immortal King of the Great Witch in the Great. Looking at the world, I am afraid that only Zhao Lei can surpass him in speed.

The battle between the two was very different, but in this moment, the winner had been completely decided.

"Chi Yunji, long time no see!"

Another elegant man holding a red flute and looking handsome, walked out. He was wearing a long water cloud-colored gown and smiling. He looked like a scholar.

This person seems harmless and not aggressive, but the person who can appear here will never have a simple existence.

"Song Zhe..."

The Eastern Prince clearly knew these people and could name them one by one.

The man holding the red flute slowed down and shook his head and said, "That name. No need for now, it seems like he called me Cangjie!"

Cangjie... Zhaoming's heart moved. He seemed familiar to him, and he seemed to have heard of it.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally remembered that in the seventh heaven, Sun Jiuyang and Yu Butterfly reminisce about the past, played the flute, and talked about it. His flute was taught by a Cangjie, and it turned out to be this man.

"Cangjie...Suiren...Youchao, why do you change your name? I know you were directly resurrected by Chen Pan using his magical powers and never reincarnated!" The Eastern Prince was shocked at this moment, obviously puzzled by the appearance of these four people.

Song Zhe shook his head: "There is no way, someone is told to guide some things, and I have to do this. But don't worry, we don't have the idea of ​​getting involved in too many things... Of course, it's meaningless to say these."

"Meng Xuan, where is Meng Xuan? All three of you have arrived. He can't be away!" The prince of the East looked like he was looking for someone else.

Suiren laughed: "That fool... isn't right, no wonder he is. If we want to recover, we must find a place to rest. He was originally in the extremely cold place of the North Sea, but the glaciers there collapsed. He was lost by Master Zhou Yi. However, that guy will definitely not die."

"I actually asked you to protect this so-called human race. What do you want to do? How strong will this new race be? It's actually your group of people pay attention to it." The Eastern Prince stared at the many babies wrapped in the light of life, his face heavy.

Cangjie shook his head: "Actually, this new race is not strong, so we need to protect it. Moreover, their talents are not very good, and it is more difficult to practice than any race."

"Is this kind of failure again?" Prince Dong sneered: "Then are you going to protect them for the rest of your life? Or like the sky, slaughter all other races. Don't forget, you are also immortals!"

"Your grandma raises bears, don't tell me about the immortal clan, you idiot!" Suiren's face darkened and he cursed: "A good human clan, you must be guided by you idiot to become an immortal clan, which makes me disagree now, and I am not immortal. If someone asks me what kind of clan I am, I don't know how to answer."

"Our clan is extraordinary and can surpass other clans. What's wrong with the name of "Immortal"?" said the East Prince loudly.

"If you like to be your fairy, just be yourself. Don't touch me!" Suiren snorted.

The Dong Prince's face turned solemn: "No matter what you are planning, I will definitely find a way to stop you. If you kill me today, others will know that there must be great help from the so-called human race, so that your affairs will be exposed to the world. Let Chen Pan succeed in his plan."

"It's self-righteous!" Suiren curled his lips: "We dare to show up, so we are sure that you can't speak out. Song Zhe recently made a new song, which can make you forget some of your worries, listen."

"You want to eliminate my memory!" The prince of the East seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, and his body retreated quickly.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, how quickly he could surpass Zhao Lei. There was no movement in the void. The Eastern Prince seemed to be hit by a strong force and flew back directly.

In a blink of an eye, there was a figure falling on the ground, with four flesh wings on his back. It was Di Jiang who was kicked into the hole and hid it in it. Zhao Lei was too fast and had captured the two of them back in the blink of an eye.

"ah!"

Zhaoming also felt something was wrong, and he struggled hard to get out of trouble.

Suiren grinned at him: "Why do you want to give me such a chance? Don't you know that slapping you in the face makes me feel very happy?"

The flames in his hand rushed, which made Zhao Ming scream in pain. The flames in this person's hand exceeded his expectations, and actually made him feel the pain of being burned, as if he was being placed on the fire and burned.

Not to mention the Immortal King Realm, even in the sub-saint realm, he was not afraid of the flames for a long time. Even the Nine Yang True Fire of the East Prince did not make him feel the pain of being burned.

Now that they are clearly in the realm of the Immortal King, the flames in this person's hand can actually make himself, who is a fire-swallowing demon, suffer so much.

"I've never hit that guy before, it's good to hit you!"

As Suiren laughed, he held the flames in his hand and was about to take action again, but a figure flashed and grabbed him. It was Zhao Lei.

"Don't go too far!"

Zhao Lei seemed a little unhappy about Suiren's nonsense.

"What's going on? This guy is not Chen Pan!" Suiren muttered. Although he stopped, he looked eager to try his best, and seemed to be able to attack Zhaoming.

"Senior!" Zhao Ming shouted anxiously. He had some friendship with Zhao Lei, hoping to know something.

Zhao Lei sighed and shook his head: "Sorry, there are some things that you can't know. You can only do this. Don't worry, it won't affect your cultivation and body."

"No, you can't do this!"

The East Prince roared, activate the flames, and wanted to take action.

Just as he had taken action, he saw Suiren pointing out, and all the condensed flames dissipated for no reason, without leaving any left. When he saw him, he said to the Dong Prince: "When you are playing with fire, you were no match for me back then, and now... it is far behind."

"You should have been with us, why do you have to... the old era is gone, and you are still obsessed with the meaning of those hatreds." Cangjie also shook his head and sighed: "I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put the red flute in his hand beside his mouth, and a lingering sound of the flute sound rang leisurely.

The three people who were suppressed wanted to struggle, but they were useless. With Zhao Lei here, no one could escape at that speed.

The sound of the flute slowly flew over and wrapped around the three of them, like a swamp, making them unable to raise their strength.

In a trance, a large area of ​​clear lake water appeared in front of me, with ripples, circle by circle, extremely regular, attracting the minds of the three of them, and feeling like they were sinking into the lake water.

But in a moment, Di Jiang was the first to stop resisting, and his whole body became confused and motionless.

Then there was the King of the East, whose divine light no longer appeared in his eyes, and he became like a walking corpse.

Zhaoming had the strongest mental power, and he supported himself tightly, and a raging fire ignited all over his body. A twelve-grade fire lotus appeared in his heart and slowly circled to resist the sound of flute coming from Cangjie.

"This karma fire lotus platform is a bit annoying!" Suiren curled his lips, suddenly punched the flames, and directly hit the twelfth-grade fire lotus out of Zhaoming's chest.

Without the help of this innate treasure, Zhaoming, who had struggled to resist, instantly fell into decline, the flames in his eyes disappeared, slowly faded, and finally became exactly the same as the Dongwanggong and Dijiang.

Soon, the sound of the flute changed, and this time it was no longer about eliminating memory, but about affecting the six senses and implanting the memory.

After a while, I stopped.

"Have you done it?" Zhao Lei asked.

Cangjie nodded: "No problem. After they went out, they only remembered that there was a tree here. The human race was protected by the big tree, which made them unable to do it. Instead, they were forced out by the divine light of the big tree. This method can only last for a hundred years... but it is more than enough."

"Send them out!"

Cangjie blew the red flute again. When the princes and Duke of the East, Zhaoming and Dijiang heard the sound, they immediately stood up slowly like puppets, turned around stiffly, and rushed out of the cave quickly.

The three of them rushed to the entrance of the cave in a short while.

The sound wave turned into a ball of energy and exploded behind the three people, turning into infinite divine light impact, illuminating the hole.

The three of them were impacted by the force, like birds throwing themselves into the map of mountains, rivers and the country.

From outside, it seemed that the three of them were pushed out of the cave entrance by a divine light.

"Director East!"

"Dijiang!"

"Brother!"

Many immortal kings and witches were shocked and shouted.
Chapter completed!