Leaving the quiet room of the Spirit Gourd, Ye Mo walked on a piercing road, with thousands of thoughts flying in his mind, thinking about various things.
Suddenly, an extremely noisy sound came from the front.
Ye Mo looked up and saw a large number of monks looking anxious, and they were panicked and hurriedly protecting more than a dozen injured monks, but it turned out that some monks were injured in the battle.
Ordinary monks cannot be sent here. Only monks with a strong status will be severely injured and cannot recover with elixirs alone, so they will be treated and restored urgently.
"What's going on? Aren't you going to the No. 82 array point?"
"Mom, the group of grandchildren of the Intelligence Hall will peel them alive later. We are all ambushed by the ghost army!"
"Steal your mother! Send it to the hospital quickly. They are seriously injured. Their body may be ruined. Please save your soul first."
"Why is this person injured too? It's over and it's over and the sky is falling!"
...
The words kept coming out, and the scene was in chaos.
In a trance, Ye Mo's eyes flashed and he glanced at a snow-white palm covered with blood. His five fingers were tightly clasped, and he grabbed an ice crystal sculpture, making it a flying ice sword as delicate as porcelain...
A flash of inspiration suddenly hit Ye Mo's mind, causing his body to shake suddenly, his eyes wide as an egg, and his eyes were bloody.
"Yan'er!"
With a wild shout, Ye Mo rushed forward, his hands were like sticks, and he pushed away a group of monks. Then his eyes fell on one of the stretchers, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning.
On the slightly broken stretcher, a slender figure lay quietly on it, with her hair dispersed in chaos, delicate and beautiful, like the delicately crafted pretty face of heaven, covered with blood, and the black eyebrows like distant mountains.
The blood was stained and tightly clamped into a ball, as if facing a desperate horror that made people feel pity.
Jade was holding the ice-type flying sword tightly in her hand. Her slender and white arm was already hanging weakly, but her palm did not relax at all.
On the ground, drops of blood quickly flowed down, turning into a pool of desolate red, dyeing the stretcher red, dyeing the ground red, and dyeing Ye Mosen's cold eyes red.
"Ye, Ye Mo!"
"Why did this evil star come?"
Although it was angry that he was blocked by others, no one dared to touch Ye Mo's bad intentions.
He picked up Huangfu Yan in the waist and ran towards the emergency rescue area of the Feitian Warship without saying a word. All the monks he met along the way were pushed away by Ye Mo.
"Bang!"
He pushed open the door of the treatment area with a loud bang. Ye Mo glanced at his red eyes and said hoarsely: "Save people."
Suddenly the entire treatment area exploded, and a group of people surrounded him like a tide. He took Huangfu Yan from Ye Mo, and then entered a large quiet room, closing the door with a "bang".
Ye Mo's heart also sank deep into the depths with the sound of closing the door, and a murderous intent that was like a destructive world was brewing in his body.
Soon, a large group of monks who were whining and whispering also arrived, and then a group of people were sent to the quiet room for emergency treatment, and a group of people were waiting anxiously outside.
Cultivators can usually recover slowly by relying on pills when injured.
But firstly, the speed is too slow, and secondly, some injuries are not something that ordinary monks can deal with.
In this way, the area for the monks is born, which can cure the monk's injuries at the highest efficiency, and can restore the combat power of the alliance monks and immortal soldiers at the highest level and as quickly as possible.
This time, the treatment area is naturally the top priority. Among them, there are countless monks who are proficient in spirit and soul secret techniques, which can cure soul injuries that ordinary monks cannot handle.
Time passed by bit by bit in such a tormented waiting.
A quarter of an hour, but it seems like ten years have passed.
The Spirit Gourd's throne walked like a mountain, with a deep face as water, and slowly came. Even though his daughter was seriously injured, she did not lose the calmness of the Lord of the Merit Hall.
After glanced left and right, the Spirit Gourd Lord looked at Ye Mo: "How is she?"
"The body is severely damaged, and the back is cracked; the ghost energy enters the body, and the vitality is severely damaged, but there is no danger of life."
Ye Mo said powerlessly.
The Spirit Gourd nodded slightly and didn't say much. At this moment, he and Ye Mo were not in a mood to speak.
After a while, another group of people came over from the entrance, and all the senior leaders of the alliance were from the same league.
"Bang" sounded dull, and a young monk with an unyielding expression was pushed down and knelt on the ground with unwilling eyes, looking unwilling to the head of the Pei family, glaring at Pei Wuji with grief and anger.
"Master Pei, what do you mean?"
The Spirit Gourd did not look at the young monk and said coldly.
"Fellow Taoist Linghu, we are also very anxious and heartbroken when Yan'er's niece was injured this time. I immediately ordered a thorough investigation of the entire intelligence team and found out this person. It was his intelligence error that caused Yan'er's niece to be seriously injured. How about it?
Punishment, fellow Taoist Linghu, please do it."
Pei Wuji's face was faint, and there was even a faint sneering sneering on the corner of his mouth.
"I will check what happened to this matter by myself. The head of the Pei family does not need to worry, please."
The Spirit Gourd Lord now has his heart on his daughter, so he has no time to get entangled in these conspiracies and tricks, and said with a cold face.
"Sir Linghu, although you are the master of the Merit Hall and have a high position and a powerful position, you can't refuse the kindness of the ally Taoist fellow Taoists so bluntly, right?"
A venerable beside Pei Wuji sneered.
"Don't force me to do it."
The Spirit Gourd did not look at the Venerable, but just stared at Pei Wuji's eyes and said lightly.
The words were light, but Pei Wuji heard a faint trace of murderous intent, and did not dare to incite the Spirit Gourd's throne anymore. He waved his hand and turned around and said, "Since the Spirit Gourd's fellow Taoist is not grateful, then I will say goodbye."
A group of people turned around immediately, but the spoken venerable sneered, and in front of the Spirit Gourd, slapped the young monk kneeling on the ground with a palm, smashed his soul to pieces and fell on the spot.
"It's getting more and more unscrupulous."
Ye Mo looked at the group of people expressionlessly.
The Spirit Gourd throne said nothing, sat on the chair again, waiting for Huangfu Yan to come out.
...
Half a month later, in the morning.
Ye Mo still came to the quiet room where Huangfu Yan was recuperating. At this time, there was no one else in the quiet room except Huangfu Yan.
Huangfu Yan was refining the medicinal power and recovering from his injuries. Ye Mo gently put down the things in his hand and looked at the face of the beauty in front of him with his chest.
I don’t know how long it has passed, Huangfu Yan seemed to feel something, slowly ended his efforts, opened a pair of clear and arrogant eyes and looked at Ye Mo. The two of them looked at each other quietly, and no one said anything.
After a long time, Huangfu Yan gently turned her head and said in a cold voice: "Have you seen enough?"
"not enough."
An extremely quick answer.
"Good mouth and smooth tongue." Huangfu Yan sneered, glanced at the things on the table beside Ye Mo, and then said: "Ignorance and childishness, everyone is not mortals, what's the use of this? I'm afraid that I will restore my memory, you will be able to do it again.
There is no chance either?"
"I'm not so slick, I'm just telling the truth."
Ye Mo shrugged, not caring about Huangfu Yan's attitude, then lifted the things on the table and came to her bedside, sat down gently, and said softly: "Even if it is an immortal, it is a human cultivation, although you don't
You will be hungry, but isn’t it comfortable to drink some porridge in the morning? It will also be good for your injury."
Huangfu Yan didn't say anything and wanted to take the thing, but suddenly felt a sharp pain on her back, and her pretty face turned slightly pale, but she still stubbornly stretched out her hand to take over the big bowl from Ye Mo's hand.
Grasping Huangfu Yan's hand and pressing it gently but without any refusal, Ye Mo then scooped up a spoonful of spiritual rice porridge cooked by the spiritual medicine: "Open your mouth."
Huangfu Yan had no choice but to have a touching blush on her pretty face.
In her memory, except for her relatives, no one is so close to her, let alone a man. What's more hateful is that her parents actually allowed the person in front of her to do anything, so she was injured.
I was fed like this for half a month.
Ye Mo said while carefully feeding, "I admit that I want to be close to you, but it's not because I'm afraid that I won't have a chance after you recover your memory, but... I'm just used to it."
Listening to Ye Mo's plain words, Huangfu Yan couldn't help feeling soft, and she seemed to be touched, while her face looked bitter and revengeful, drinking the spiritual rice that Ye Mo had made with his own hands.
Porridge.
When the spiritual rice porridge was finished, the door suddenly opened, and two figures were captured in the eyes. It turned out to be Huangfu Qiuyu and Huangfu Feiniu.
"Wow, Sister Qiuyu, we seem to have seen something we shouldn't have seen."
Huangfu Feiniu spread his fingers open, covered his eyes with his hands and laughed.
Huangfu Qiuyu's beautiful eyes slightly dimmed, and then he smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, do you want me and Fei Niu to avoid it?"
Huangfu Yan's blush had spread to the back of her ears, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, and she hated Ye Mo to death. How could she maintain her eldest sister's majesty in the future?
"There is nothing to avoid. Come in, your battlefield has been fought?"
Ye Mo did not deny Huangfu Qiuyu's name and greeted the two of them. In this way, he looked a bit like a "brother-in-law". Huangfu Yan on the side had nothing to say, so he simply remained silent.
"A great victory."
Huangfu Fei Niu slapped the two pieces of fat on his chest, like a proud rooster, and Huangfu Qiuyu nodded gently.
"Okay, from today on Qiuyu, you take care of Yan'er. I have something to leave."
Ye Mo said.
After saying that, before Huangfu Qiuyu and Huangfu Feiniu asked questions, he packed up his things and left the quiet room.
When it comes, it is like clouds, when it goes, it is like wind.
Looking at Ye Mo disappearing at the corner of the door, Huangfu Yan felt a little disappointed and felt a little sad.
Leaving the Flying Warship of the Ice Lotus Palace, Ye Mo turned around and came to the Flying Warship of the Tiandao Sect. After several twists and turns, he came to a huge weapon refining room.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, are you here? Wait, I'll give you the things now."
A sharp sound sounded, and a figure suddenly disappeared into a door in the refining room.
Soon, a sharp voice sounded again, and a thin figure walked out quickly: "This is your eight-type flying sword, almost failed to perfectly refine it, but finally, there is no danger.
.”
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ye Mo took the storage bag, his spiritual sense entered it and nodded with satisfaction, and said in thought: "The first weapon refining genius in Tiandao Sect is indeed worthy of his name."
At this moment, a sharp voice came again: "Fellow Daoist Ye, no matter how you say your little maid is learning weapon refining with the old man. If you have any good business, you must take care of me."
Ye Mo looked up and looked at the old man with a strange look with a little embarrassed look. He laughed and said, "Even if there is, I'm afraid you won't dare to refine it."
"Just! There are magic weapons in this world that old man dare not refine?"
The old man waved his hand and showed disdain.
"Oh? Can Yinming Ghost Artifacts be refined?"
Ye Mo said with a smile.
"Yin Ming...Yin Ming Ghost Artifact? Are you crazy?"
The old man was about to sneer, but suddenly he realized that he glared at Ye Mo like a ghost, and cursed without hesitation.
"If you can or cannot, believe it or not, please consider it carefully. Ye is not in a hurry. Now he doesn't have much material in his hand. If you have any materials in the future, I will ask fellow Taoist for help."
Ye Mo didn't explain much, and said something with a smile, leaving with the Eight-System Flying Sword.
Then, Ye Mo came to another place of the Tiandao Sect’s flying warship, and a blazing light flew out of his sleeve and rushed to the door. Soon, the door of the room opened wide.
"Boy Ye, aren't you going to set out? What else is there?"
The God of Huangmu faced a chessboard and was playing chess with himself without looking back.
"I remembered some things and wanted to tell the Lord of the Spirit Gourd Hall, but now he is not on the Ice Lotus Flying Sky Battleship, so I asked the Lord Huangmu to tell him on his behalf, which is also a discussion with the sect."
Ye Mo said after seeing the etiquette.
Hearing Ye Mo's words, Huang Mu God immediately put down the black chess in his hand, turned around and said solemnly: "Say."
"Ye wants to ask all the senior management to temporarily suspend the battle plan."
"Let's not talk about how long it took for me to discuss it. Just change the order every day, you need to give me an explanation to the top leaders of the sect."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the God of Huangmu, and he frowned.
Because of this incident, the three giants of the sects were fighting red and almost started fighting. It was finally decided that the kid now said that there was no need to cease the battle. Will he use the three giants to start fighting?
"I'm worried that once the truce is in war, or even joining forces with the ghost tribe, there will be unpredictable changes, and there may be two possible consequences. First, they realize our plan, strengthen their defense, and speed up their pace; second, they find that something is wrong, and go straight to the point where they go.
The last step caused the alliance to collapse directly."
Ye Mo showed a worried look on his face.
Upon hearing this, the God of Huangmu couldn't help but feel a little heavier, and he was silent for a long time before saying, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"A wise man will make a mistake in a thousand things, and even an immortal may not make any plans, let alone a boy."
Ye Mo said with a wry smile, this was what he thought of later.
"Hmph, fortunately the plan has not really begun."
Huang Mu God looked a little better, snorted coldly, and said, "I will discuss this with the senior management. You go and pay attention to protecting yourself."
Ye Mo immediately bowed and left, flew out of the Tiandao Sect's flying warship, turned around and returned to the Ice Lotus Palace's flying warship, and came to Zang Jian's room. After staying for a while, Ye Mo came out and returned to his room.
And Zangjie flew away from the Feitian warship base and headed south.