Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Seeing that Kong Ling'er was eating happily, everyone was puzzled, what is the situation, it's just a bowl of noodles, how could it be like this.

However, the strong aroma of the soup is really refreshing, and the senior executives couldn't sit still. They had been bigu for many years, but today their appetites were suddenly aroused.

As a princess of the Holy Land, Kong Linger has received the best treatment since she was a child. She is well-clothed and well-fed. She has never eaten anything good. How could she gobble it up today? She has already forgotten about etiquette.

Several high-level officials at the scene, as well as the disciples below, looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

What is the secret in this small bowl of longevity noodles?

The Fifth Elder slowly came over with a pleasant expression on his face.

He whispered: "Ye Chen, can I have a portion of this longevity noodles?"

Ye Chen shook his head quickly and said, "According to the custom, this longevity noodles can only be eaten on the birthday, and only once a year."

The fifth elder took out a Lingbao flying sword from his pocket without hesitation.

"A small gift is not a respect, look at this longevity noodles."

Ye Chen still refused without hesitation.

This made the faces of everyone at the scene even weirder.

At this moment, a disciple hurried in.

The Fifth Elder, who was a little annoyed by Ye Chen's refusal, scolded him on the spot.

"Why are you in such a hurry, what does it look like to rush in on an occasion of great joy!"

The disciple hurriedly knelt down on one knee and said, "It's not good, something happened, something serious happened!"

Shengzun's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he said: "What happened, please speak slowly."

The disciple hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Third Elder, the Third Elder was besieged by the Demon Sect. I'm afraid he won't be able to last long. He may have been taken down by now."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions suddenly became serious.

It was a good birthday party, but now it has lost its original atmosphere.

The venerable said: "Everyone, continue, I will go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, his figure directly turned into a streamer, and quickly left the hall, the speed has already broken through the sound barrier.

Everyone looked at the direction in which the saint left, and they lost their mood.

The Second Elder said: "Everyone, don't worry. Maybe it's just that there are demons who don't have eyes, and relying on the large number of people to bring us a little trouble. Now that the Holy One is going in person, it should be resolved soon."

Everyone nodded, hoping it was true.

But they are always a little uneasy.

It can be seen that the holy venerable was a little nervous just now, and the matter must be serious. It may be really troublesome for the holy venerable to come forward in person.

On the outskirts of the holy mountain, hundreds of people are engaged in a great battle at this time. Hundreds of people from the Demon Sect are besieging the holy land with a team of dozens of people. The scene is very huge.

All kinds of martial arts were flying in the sky, swords were contending, and the fighting was lively.

The person who fought against the three elders was a middle-aged man wearing a long black coat, and his overall strength was strong. The two fought hundreds of moves evenly.

Ever since Wang Tianba, the former city lord of the Evil King City, was beheaded by Ye Chen with a single sword, Zhang Xiaotian, among the devils, took over as the Lord of the Evil King City by virtue of his own strength, and overwhelmed the group of demons.

This time, he was even more arrogant and set his mind on Holy Land, wanting to have a head-on contest with Nan Litian's righteous forces.

The third elder looked angry and muttered something.

"Zhang qingyang, how can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon in your little evil king's city! Now the holy land is inseparable, otherwise you will be the first to wipe out the rest of your evil!"

Zhang qingyang didn't care at all.

He sneered, and said, "Do you really think the Holy Land is very strong? Let me tell you, if the Holy One came here in person, I would still be a bit jealous, but you guys, I'll kill every one of you."

The more the two fight, the more angry they are, and they will use magic skills to show off.

The third elder made a series of handprints with both hands, and then, like a thousand swords facing the sect, the sixteen flying swords behind him had been condensed, and released forward at the same time following the direction of his fingers.

The sixteen flying swords are still dividing rapidly, reaching dozens, and finally there are countless numbers. The dense blades form a storm, which seems to be able to sweep everything.

Zhang qingyang muttered something, and then a huge skull appeared out of thin air on top of his head, which was the size of a millstone, with endless holes in its eye sockets, as if it could swallow the soul.

The skeleton opened its mouth violently, and spewed out clouds of dark black devilish energy, like a torrent, instantly blowing away the blade storm.

At this moment, a metallic voice fell, as thick as Hong Zhong Dalu.

"You wait for the remnants of the devil's sect, hurry up and catch them!"

Everyone looked around and found that the person who came was none other than the Holy One, who can be said to be the strongest No.1 recognized by Nan Litian.

At the same time, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared, and a pitch-black figure walked out of it, making people unable to see through the strength at a glance, and the aura it emitted was terrifying.

"You finally came."

A faint voice came out of his mouth. This voice did not sound like a human voice, and its taste was inhumane. It was like being released from hell, and it made people feel chills behind them.

The holy venerable also recognized the person at a glance.

"One of the strongest demon generals under the Nine Nether Heavens, Esha Demon General."

The people in the shadow let out a series of ugly laughter.

"That's right. I heard that the Holy Lord's strength is the strongest among Nanlitian. I'm going to pay a visit today."

The black mist gradually dissipated, and an evil dragon's eye the size of a wine jar appeared, and a strange light flashed in the eyeball, which immediately enveloped the saint.

The evil dragon's eyes carry evil powers, which can shield people's five senses and six senses, making people deaf and blind, and lose their original judgment on the outside world.

Eshamo will make a quick move, and a magic knife is quickly slashed out, full of killing intent.

"Holy One, be careful!"

The third elder quickly reminded.

The saint took out a bronze mirror to reflect the original evil light back, but the oncoming magic knife really made it difficult for him to react in time.

His figure was constantly retreating, his speed was as fast as lightning, and he gradually withdrew from people's sight, and the battlefield quickly shifted.

In the blink of an eye, Kong Linger's birthday has passed seven days, but there is still no news from the outside world, which is really puzzling.

Feeling restless, she found Ye Chen again.

"Brother Ye, father hasn't come back for seven days since he went out that day, shall we go find him?"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's face was slightly solemn.

If even the Holy One couldn't handle the situation, it would be for nothing if he went by himself, but it would be a distraction.

But seven days have passed, and all battles should be over, which makes people suspect that something happened.

"Okay, let's go."

As Ye Chen said, he followed Kong Linger and walked out together.