Both nervousness and anxiety belong to three disciples, and the ancestors had no need to bear anything.

The three of them ate and drank in the Wanjia family rushed to the outer sea with fear, fearing that their master and junior sister would be killed by the demon cultivator, and at the same time they were afraid that they would be beaten to death by their master when they met.

In comparison, the two people they were worried about were much more comfortable, and they were flying over the sea with their swords.

"Sure enough, the more you fly out of the sea, the thinner your spiritual power will be. My golden elixir was active in the Xuantian Secret Realm like a monkey, but now it is as dead as a turtle."

After hearing Wen Yun say this, Ye Shubai looked helpless: "How could he describe his golden elixir like this?"

Wen Yun felt that she had described it very appropriately, and there was nothing wrong with it. Moreover, her flawless golden elixir had a jade baby with white white melted. She was already lazy and ineffective at this moment. If Zhu Erchong or Bao Pilong came, these two people would probably be swimming in the water.

"Your sword-wielding speed is also a bit slower." Wen Yun paid attention to the speed of the floating clouds passing by, and took out a magic stone as big as a fist from the mustard sack: "I'll speed you up..."

This is the advantage of magicians. They originally used their mental power to mobilize magic elements to cast spells, so even in places without magic elements, as long as your mental power is enough and you can find a bunch of magic stones, it is a perpetual motion machine.

The magic elements on the outer sea are thinner than spiritual power, which is about zero, but Wen Yun cannot resist having a whole Philosopher's Stone Mine!

She held a magic stone in one hand, made elegant and weird gestures in the other hand, and murmured the spell of the floating technique.

The magic element was drawn out of the clear magic stone and applied to the wooden sword under his feet. The sword-control technique, which was gradually slowing down, seemed to be pushed, and then increased its speed and rushed forward.

A faint curiosity appeared in Ye Shubai's clear eyes, and he finally spoke: "What is this?"

Very good, the Great Magician Class is on! Stupid Magic Apprentice, listen carefully!

"This is a floating technique. Unlike sword control, it can not only be applied to external objects, but also to itself. However, compared with sword control, it is much weaker in speed and has no practicality in combat, so I have never taught you this before."

When she arrived at the field she was good at, Wen Yun's lazy temperament suddenly disappeared, and a thin layer of light seemed to be dyed between her eyebrows and eyes, becoming extremely dazzling.

"This is the spell of the floating technique. You can recite it with me..."

When those strange-tongued spells slowly emerged from her soft voice, they inexplicably had a sense of elegance and nobility, without any obscureness.

"Come on, sense the magic stone in my hand, and try to extract magic elements from it."

She reached her hand in front of Ye Shubai. The latter was frozen for a moment, and finally gently covered her hand on the philosopher's stone. Her fingertips inadvertently touched her fingertips, so she raised it up slightly uneasy.

Ye Shubai then tried to read it twice, then stared at a feather in Wen Yun's other hand, which was the tail feather of the helicopter chicken who had been killed in the Xuantian Secret Realm. Because it looked good, she kept it, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The feather turned slowly in her palm, and then floated up a few inches tremblingly.

Just as the sword genius felt that "this is the right way" when facing Wen Yun's excellent comprehension in swordsmanship, the great magician Lord Wen Yun now took it for granted when facing the successful casting of this crappy elementary apprentice.

What can you succeed by failing a hundred times? Isn’t it an ordinary operation to succeed by succeeding two or three times?

But as Kuanhe's master, Wen Yun still praised his sword spirit: "It's done well, it's worthy of being my sword spirit. Let's try throwing magic onto the wooden sword to see if it can speed up again?"

Ye Shubai's tone was faint: "I am still far from being a teacher, so don't take risks."

A slim man, every time she mentioned the sword spirit, he would pretend to say "be a teacher", which was just to give up his old face and compete with her for the position of his ancestors.

However, Ye Shubai, who was quite interested in magic, couldn't help but throw a floating technique towards the wooden sword under his feet.

The moment the extremely unstable magic touched the wooden sword, the speed that was originally as fast as the speeding spike suddenly soared, and then-

Two magic elements collided with spiritual power, and the three forces pulled each other, and finally they could not reach a balance, which directly led to the entire wooden sword being out of control!

Wen Yun has witnessed Ye Shubai's appearance when he was a child. This child has been a genius of swordsmanship since he was a child and can learn any swordsmanship quickly in his hands.

But he didn't expect that he could learn magic so quickly, so he could beat the wooden sword!

Sure enough, sometimes being too strong is also a disadvantage.

The wind beside her whistling through her ears. Wen Yun instantly felt a strong sense of weightlessness surrounding her. When she opened her mouth, a strong wind blew into her mouth, making her unable to find the opportunity to chant a spell to save her.

At this moment, the familiar figure in white clothes forced his posture in the air, and put his arms around him tightly to protect Wen Yun in his arms.

The descent was getting faster and faster. In just a few blinks, she and Ye Shubai had fallen into a forest.

With a few clicks, the lush old branches were broken, and finally accompanied by a loud noise, the feeling of weightlessness finally disappeared. The two fell to the ground again.

Although he knew that he was a monk now and would not be killed easily, Wen Yun was used to being a weak magician for hundreds of years and was really not used to the fierce rhythm of life of sword cultivators.

She tried hard to calm down her confused heartbeat and quietly opened her eyes.

"Huh? Did we smash the ground into a big hole?"

Wen Yun looked around blankly, and at this moment, a voice that could not suppress his joy sounded above: "Something has entered a trap, this sound is quite loud, probably a big wild boar!"

After the sound, a boy's head poked out from above.

Before Wen Yun could show a friendly and friendly smile, the expression on the other person's face changed from joy to fear. His head quickly retracted and he greeted his companions loudly: "Someone fell in! It's an outsider, Ah Xiu quickly escape!"

However, before he could run away, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, who were originally in the cave, had already jumped lightly and easily emerged from the trap.

The boy was so scared that he was in a state of despair. He staggered deep into the grass, and did not forget to greet his companions: "I will lead them away, Ah Xiu, go find your mother-in-law!"

Wen Yunluo was helpless: "Children, do you know if you can expose your plan by shouting directly like this?"

She didn't want to scare the child, so she didn't catch him. Unfortunately, the other party was too panicked and didn't notice a vine under her feet, and accidentally tripped to the ground.

He looked at Wen Yun with a desperate look on his face, and crawled to Wen Yun's feet with his hands and feet, hugged her calves tightly with his hands, and shouted angrily at the depths of the forest: "A Xiu, escape, I'll entangle her!"

However, the boy hiding in the jungle did not leave his companions and ran away. There was a rustling movement in the grass. Then a thin boy like a black panther jumped up with a vine hanging on his back and bumped towards Wen Yun.

Wen Yun exclaimed lightly, and there was no need for her to do anything. Ye Shubai beside him had already easily picked up the thin boy.

The crybag boy on the ground burst into tears: "Sir, don't kill Ah Xiu... I'm willing to be your prey, you can let him go."

Although the thin boy named Axiu was young, his eyes were full of ruthlessness. He scolded: "Hei Shi, why are you crying? You're going to die together!"

He stumbled his neck and resolutely acted like he was willing to die.

Wen Yun frowned. These two half-grown boys had no cultivation at all, and they were obviously just mortals. And seeing that they had no totem patterns on them, they were not demon cultivators, but here they looked like a primitive forest with no trace of human beings. How could anyone live here?

She signaled Ye Shubai to put A Xiu down, and then said in a gentle tone: "Children, we won't hurt you. Where is your adults in your family? I'll take you home."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, the horror and resentment in the eyes of the two boys became more profound. They looked at each other and turned over and got up, and without hesitation, hitting the sharp boulder beside them.

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai reacted very quickly, and each of them grabbed one.

"What are you trying to do!"

"Spit!" Ashe spit out a mouthful of saliva and stared at Ye Shubai with gritted teeth: "You shameless demon cultivators, we will never betray our tribe even if we die!"

The boy next to him cried and shouted: "The righteous way will never be a slave!"

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai looked at each other and saw a little shock in each other's eyes.

At this moment, an extremely faint sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the dense forest, and a half-rust axe slashed across the sky, with a stream of low and indeceptible spiritual power attached to it.

The two teenagers were both happy and surprised in their eyes and shouted: "Mother-in-law!"

Ye Shubai just raised the wooden sword in his hand, and immediately moved the tip of the sword after realizing that the other party was using spiritual power. The powerful sword energy flew obliquely to another direction.

As for the axe, it cut off the corner of his clothes without any obstacles. Unfortunately, it fell to the ground weakly as soon as it touched, not hurting him at all.

"Huh? This is..."

An old scream came from the dense forest, and the densely entangled branches and leaves were scattered, and a hunched figure emerged from the bushes.

He was an extremely vicissitudes of life, with death lingering on his body, and he looked like his life was about to end.

What is even more surprising is that she actually has cultivation and has reached the advanced level of Qi Refining!

Here we are almost crossing the outer sea to reach the demon world. It is not surprising to see the demon cultivator here, but Wen Yunguan’s aura on the other side was actually the most orthodox right-minded monk!

The old woman seemed to have not expected that there would be two righteous cultivators here. However, the powerful cultivation of Wen Yun and Ye Shubai seemed extremely dazzling and pure in this place where the spiritual energy was weak, and there were two extremes that were completely inconsistent with the demonic energy on those demon cultivators!

Her turbid eyes seemed to lit up, and then two lines of clear tears fell, and she gave a clumsy and unfamiliar bow. Her lips moved tremblingly, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Immortal elder... You two have stepped into this place, is it because the right path has been won?"

As soon as she finished asking, she seemed to feel that she was not respectful enough and hurriedly knelt down.

Wen Yun was shocked, and he could guess something with just one sentence. He strode forward to support the old man who was about to kneel down.

"You are the people across the sea?"

The old woman cried and said, "That's right, we are the survivors captured by the demon cultivator. Five hundred years ago, the battle between the demons..."

Five hundred years ago, the battle between the righteous and the demons involved not only the monks with great supernatural powers, but also those who suffered even greater disasters were those mortals who had no ability to protect themselves.

The Mainland of Zhengdao is divided into four continents, southeast, northwest and northeast. Southland is further south of the Southland is the boundary of Chuxue Island. In addition to the disciples of Chuxue Island, there are countless fishermen living on various islands.

They rowed among the islands in boats, enshrined the immortals of Fujishu, and were also protected by Fujishushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushushu

However, after the war between the righteous and the demons began, the Kurosue Island, the closest to the outer sea, became the first place to be flattened. The formation cultivators were not good at fighting and could not even protect their own main islands, let alone protect the various islands where ordinary people live.

The magic cultivators practiced harshly and liked to use living people as sacrifices, so the fishermen on these islands became their first round of trophy.

They were tied up like livestock and brought back to the sea to raise, either becoming "cultivation materials" in the hands of demon cultivators, or becoming hard labor for mines, and tens of thousands of fishermen seemed to be seriously injured.

In the village where the old woman was, there was a Jindan-stage monk here at that time. He led the villagers to escape the pursuit of demon cultivators, but because of this, the spiritual energy was thin and he could not return home from abroad. The group had to hide in this dense forest and struggled to survive.

He taught children with spiritual roots to practice, passing on their origins from generation to generation, and telling them that as long as the righteous and demons are defeated, there will definitely be immortals to pick them up home.

After a hundred years and a hundred years, the villagers were dead and desperate, carefully hiding the demon cultivator while waiting for the news of the right path to win with hope.

The newly born tribe members have long no idea what the legendary hometown is like. Everything comes from word of mouth from ancestors, but even children who are just talking know that their real home is on the other end of the sea, and they are all waiting for the immortals to pick them up.

The old cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage burst into tears and asked with anticipation: "Sir, are you here to take us home?"

Wen Yun was silent. She didn't know how to tell the old monk in front of her that the battle between the righteous and the demon ended five hundred years ago, and the righteous path did win.

But they all forgot about these mortals who were taken away.

In the eyes of practitioners, there is a majestic way toward the sky, ascending to the upper realm, and immortality. How could they look down at the ants crawling under their feet?

Even most of them were once one of these ants.

Wen Yun felt sour in her heart. She pursed her lips tightly and held the old woman's hand. Facing the surprise and careful expectation in the other person's eyes, she couldn't say a word for a long time.

At this moment, Ye Shubai, who had been silent, spoke.

"Yes, the right path has been overcome, and the home has been recovered. We are here to pick you up."

Ye Shubai didn't lie, so his tone was a little stiff. Wen Yun stared at him in a daze. He pursed his lips and avoided her gaze.

The powerful man who ascended half-step looked solemn and bowed to the old man in the Qi Refining Stage.
Chapter completed!