Chapter 127 Youth Song 9
One day after Wang and his party left, Ling Xi began to urge Zhao Yuzhen to go down the mountain.

Now, apart from the two of them, there are only the headmaster and several elders in Wangcheng Mountain.

Sect leader Lu Suzhen had been in seclusion before, and now he has the strength of half-step divine travel, and the other elders have the strength of the peak of the Free Earth Realm and the Free Heaven Realm, so Zhao Yuzhen and Ling Xi will not be in any danger.

Moreover, Ling Xi planned to leave a formation disk from her space on the mountain to protect the entire Wangcheng Mountain and the people living at the foot of the mountain.

Therefore, Ling Xi was not worried about the safety of Wangcheng Mountain.

If she wanted to go to the battlefield, they would definitely not let her, but if her second senior brother Zhao Yuzhen was there, it might not be the case.

After begging the master for a long time, Lu Suzhen finally nodded in agreement reluctantly.

What if he disagrees? His dishonest little apprentice will run away secretly on his own.

He also understood that his little disciple, as a person chosen by Heaven, had a heavy burden on her shoulders, and she had to go on this Eastern Expedition of the Demon Cult.

But if something happened to her, it would be more than just a loss for the entire Wangcheng Mountain.

Before leaving, Ling Xi handed the formation disk to Lu Suzhen, asking him to open it in times of crisis to protect Wangcheng Mountain and the people living at the foot of the mountain.

Afterwards, Ling Xi took his small wooden sword, put the remaining medicine in it, and was held obediently in Zhao Yuzhen's arms, and then flew down the mountain on the sword.

The speed of flying the sword was very fast. Half a day later, the two people, one big and one small, arrived at the northwest.

Zhao Yuzhen and Ling Xi landed on a hilltop and looked down at the battle situation below from above.

A black shadow flashed out from among the numerous attacks so quickly that it was hard to see clearly.

Ten Thousand Books, Black Moon Spear, Iron Horse and Ice River, these weapons, which will always appear on the first list of the Golden List and the List of Hundred Weapons in the next few years, were launched at the same time.

Once, and only once.

It was a peerless combined attack.

But it still failed to stop the black shadow that broke through.

Because the dark shadow had been waiting for too many years, waiting for too many years to go east, straight to Beili, to the imperial city, to bring back his wife.

Ling Xi knew that it was Ye Dingzhi.

He was going to the capital of Beili, Tianqi City.

Kill one person, save one person.

However, the situation suddenly changed.

Suddenly, the black shadow appeared in front of Ling Xi and Zhao Yuzhen in the blink of an eye.

The powerful pressure made Zhao Yuzhen subconsciously hold the sword in front of Ling Xi and pretend to attack.

This was the first and last time Ling Xi saw Ye Dingzhi. She originally thought he was a big devil, but until he stood in front of her, she saw that he was a young man who was too handsome, but looked a little haggard and gloomy.

Although he was obviously possessed by a demon, his eyes were still clear and not violent, but the obsession in his eyes was too deep.

As soon as he saw him, Ling Xi wanted to curse his family. Bah, what have they done? Forcing a good young man to this point, they are such inhumane people.

What a crime.

"Are you from the Xiao family?"

Ye Dingzhi spoke slowly, but his tone was very firm.

Ling Xi nodded: "Xiao Lingxi, the daughter of Xiao Ruofeng."

Ye Dingzhi's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "You and your father are very similar."

Xiao Ruofeng was the most kind-hearted person in the Beili royal family that he had ever met, and was truly different from other people in the royal family.

Ye Dingzhi smiled, a little stiffly. He hadn't smiled like this for a long time. "Are you here to stop me, little kid?"

His eyes fell on the peach wood sword again, "Wangchengshan, Taoist?"

Ling Xi shook her head: "The people of Wangcheng Mountain do not interfere in the affairs of the Jianghu and the court, but only for the people to go down the mountain." "However, if I tell you in my identity as the daughter of King Langya that you only need to wait a few more years, I will bring Miss Yi out, can you withdraw your troops?"

Ye Dingzhi was stunned for a moment, as if surprised, but his eyes were looking towards the north.

That is the location of Apocalypse City.

His wife was locked inside.

He spoke, his eyes dead silent, his voice empty and lonely, and full of deep despair, "I can't wait any longer."

He had waited many times and knew how painful it was.

How could he bear to let Wenjun continue to wait hopelessly like he did in the past?

Ye Dingzhi looked at Ling Xi, staring at her pretty and delicate face, and said, "Thank you very much, little kid. If I can bring my wife back, I will go to Wangcheng Mountain to visit her in person. If I can't come back."

His voice got lower and lower: "Then please take care of Wenjun a little bit."

After saying this, he disappeared like a black shadow, heading towards the north.

Ling Xi sighed, oh, I should have known it wouldn't work, this guy is obsessed to the core.

All the consequences of the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition will fall on Ye Dingzhi and Yi Wenjun. Why bother?

After Ye Dingzhi left, thick fog rose in the mountains. Even Ling Xi and Zhao Yuzhen could not see the situation below clearly.

Ling Xi looked at his second senior brother and said the formation: "Second senior brother, it is the Lonely Void Formation."

Zhao Yuzhen also realized that as a Taoist, he was proficient in not only Taoism, but also had some knowledge of Qimen Dunjia.

However, it is obvious that he does not understand this formation as well as his junior sister.

Zhao Yuzhen lowered her head and asked Ling Xi: "Junior sister, how do we break the formation?"

Ling Xi stared at the lonely and empty formation and said, "Look for the center of the formation."

Ling Xi looked around and looked towards a place in the distance, "Second Brother, over there, the Yin energy is the heaviest over there."

The Guxu Formation was originally a Taoist formation, but the formation here has obviously changed its approach, taking a treacherous approach and focusing on yin, so the center of the formation must be in the place with the heaviest yin energy nearby.

Zhao Yuzhen carried Ling Xi and flew over there on his sword. When they got closer, they found that someone was already trying to break the formation. The sound of gunfire was heard, and the loud shouts of "fall" passed through the formation and came out along with the sound of the bleak wind.

Zhao Yuzhen looked down at the little sister in his hand and asked, "Little sister, someone has already broken the formation. What should we do?"

Ling Xi broke free from Zhao Yuzhen's hand, fell to the ground, then sat down where he was and replied, "Wait."

Zhao Yuzhen: “Oh.”

Then he sat down too.

I don’t know how many times I heard the word “fall”, the powerful force of the spear dispersed the gloomy atmosphere of the nearby Baili Solitary Tomb.

When Ling Xi heard the power of the gun, he knew who broke the formation. After all, there were very few people in the world who could use guns, and there was only one person with such strength.

After the last gunshot, the thick fog on the mountain finally dissipated.

Ling Xi and Zhao Yuzhen stood up and saw the figure after the thick fog disappeared.

Sikong Changfeng's spear fell off the ground, and he fell to the ground, leaning against a tree and breathing heavily, saying, "I'm in a mess, in a mess. When I go back and see Baili Dongjun and Xie Xuan, I must say that I only used one spear to break this damn Guxu Formation. I can't say that I used a thousand spears."

Then, Sikong Changfeng heard a soft and sweet voice that was very pleasant to hear but could never appear here: "Uncle Sikong."

When Sikong Changfeng turned around, he saw the little kid whom he hadn't seen for several months, and was immediately frightened and dizzy.

No, no, he must be too tired and his eyes are blurry.

Rubbing his eyes, Sikong Changfeng looked over again, and it was still that familiar face.

Sikong Changfeng wanted to faint.

Why is this little ancestor here?