Tens of thousands of miles away from the execution ground, deep in the sky, surrounded by white clouds, vaguely revealed two beautiful figures.
You Ming and Suzaku had been guarding here for a long time. Their eyes were looking through the clouds and through the countless dark shadows of the demon army, and they were looking at a man with disheveled hair who was tied up by a towering pillar in the middle of the execution ground.
"Is it him?" Suzaku asked vaguely.
She is a ghost cultivator, her body can change at will, and she is much better than the Netherworld in terms of invisibility.
But in terms of actual combat ability, she is far behind.
You Ming's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the execution ground over there with piercing eyes, and replied: "This old fox Mo Yuan has sealed all his breath. He doesn't move at all. I can't judge at all."
"What should we do? Should we rob the execution ground?" Suzaku asked.
"Wait a little longer. If we can't be sure anymore, no matter how dangerous it is, we have to take action." You Ming said firmly.
While the two were discussing, Youming suddenly noticed that the vial of vitality on his body was shaking, and Bailitu was communicating with him.
She took out the water mirror and connected it, and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. If you want to stop me from taking action, you can hang up the water mirror now."
"I found Ye Xiong, he is not dead, he is still alive..."
On the other side of the water mirror, Bailitu was very excited. He pointed at the other water mirror beside him and said, "This is an image from the monk lurking in the Baihua Fairyland. Take a look, is it him?"
You Ming looked at the image next to Baili Tu with sharp eyes. Although she was separated by two water mirrors, she could still tell at a glance that the man suspended in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back, was her husband.
Although he couldn't see his face, his body shape, his temperament, and the faint domineering air exuded from him.
Apart from him, who else in the world has this kind of temperament.
You Ming has always been indifferent, not good at expressing his emotions, and does not show his joy and anger.
But at this moment, she found that her eyes were moist, and it took a long time to hold back the tears.
He was indeed not dead.
Suzaku next to him was also shaking slightly, his little fists clenched tightly.
"Is it him?" Bailitu asked.
Because they were too far apart, his men did not dare to get too close when recording with water glasses, so he was not sure.
"I'm sure... it's him." You Ming's voice changed a little, but soon she controlled it and continued to ask: "Where is he now?"
"City of Flowers."
"Is he crazy? Why are he going to Baihua City?" You Ming asked in shock.
Now that the demons have occupied the fairy world, there must be an army of demons guarding Baihua City. It is very likely that one of the two demons will be in Baihua City. What does he want to do in Baihua City now?
While the two were talking, countless demon cultivators had already surrounded Ye Xiong in the water mirror, one layer inside and one outside.
"My guess is that he learned that Mo Yuan had set a trap in the Qin Empire, but he couldn't tell us, so he announced his return in this way." Bailitu said his guess.
"Is he crazy? If he wants to find us, there is no such way!" You Ming said anxiously.
"You two should get out of there quickly. Mo Yuan has probably discovered you. Come back quickly and let's discuss it slowly."
You Ming nodded, and quietly left and escaped with Suzaku.
…
On the other side, among the clouds and mist, a group of people also left quietly.
After escaping for thousands of kilometers and landing on a mountain, Bing Ling asked anxiously: "Old man, if you dare to lie to me, I will never be done with you."
"See for yourself whether he is the master of your family." Yan Beishu communicated with the water mirror. On top of the water mirror, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
"Master, he must be the master. With this pretentious style, there is no one but the master." Sword Spirit said excitedly as he looked at the back figure suspended in the air.
"What pretense? Master is being elegant, okay? Do you think Master likes to show off just like you? He just stands there like a coward," Huo Ling said.
"I also think he is my master." Mu Ling nodded and clenched his little fists tightly.
A group of people cried with joy, standing tightly in front of the water mirror, everyone was extremely excited.
…
In addition, other people who came from various places to see 'Ye Xiong' be beheaded also retreated one after another.
Mo Yuan stood on the stage and noticed something was wrong. At this moment, a figure suddenly walked over in a hurry and whispered in his ear.
"What, Ye Xiong is not dead, and he still appears in the Hundred Flowers Fairyland?" Mo Yuan's face changed greatly, and he was very ugly.
He originally planned a plan and invited the Demon Immortal King to come, ensuring that he could attract many powerful people from the Righteous Path. Now Ye Xiong suddenly appears. Isn't this a slap in the face? It is estimated that all the monks of the Righteous Path are watching now.
His joke.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, please go see him. He seems to be very angry." The subordinate said timidly.
Mo Yuan looked a little ugly and strode away from the stage.
"Lord, do you want to continue to execute the sentence?" the supervisor asked.
"Ask me again, and I'll behead you first." Mo Yuan cursed and walked away.
He had to think carefully about how to explain it to the Demon Immortal King.
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Over the Flower Fairyland.
A man, dressed in a green robe, stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air.
The man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his face is as sinking as water, and his clothes are flying.
He stood there, as if the entire Baihua Fairyland, even the entire sky, and the entire universe were centered on him.
Thousands of demon cultivators surrounded him, surrounding him one layer inside and one outside, but he remained unmoved at all, as if he was just an ant in front of him.
He is only at the peak level of Yuanying. Among the demon cultivators around him, there are many half-step god demon cultivators, and there are dozens of people at the peak level of Yuanying.
But in front of the man, the monks who were the same level or even one level higher than him all acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy and did not dare to approach him. They were all more than ten kilometers away, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
In the past few decades, Ye Xiong's name has been famous in the world of immortals and demons. Everyone has said that it is best not to let Ye Xiong disappear. As long as he disappears once and comes back again, he will be reborn and reborn.
If other monks practice for a hundred years, he can practice for ten years.
After five years of not seeing each other, what kind of changes has he undergone?
Thousands of eyes in the audience were staring at him.
"You guessed it right, it's me, I'm back."
One hundred and eight Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva came out of his body, suspended in mid-air, and condensed into a long sword radiating golden light.
The long sword has no edge, and the Buddha's light shines all over it. It is not sharp, but it carries overwhelming pressure.
The surrounding demon monks, crushed by this coercion, retreated one after another, and the vacuum zone in the middle expanded again.
"If you take action, you will die. Let the Demon Tower come out. I know he is down there!" Ye Xiong said coldly.