On the way to leave, Ye Rong, who was worried about Ye Zichen's injury, introduced Xinghui for him to heal him.
The other masters of the stars were envious in their hearts, but they were also surprised at the number of stars that this young master could absorb. When he was in the Bai family, he had been indoctrinated for more than half an hour. Even the four-star master couldn't resist it, but this young master never showed any unbearable color.
And the starlight falling from the stars in the galaxy seems to be willing to drill into his body.
"Young master should be Wang Xing!"
"I don't need to think about it, it must be. If Fan Xingzhu is the master, who can resist such a flood."
Fanxing Xingzhu nodded and discussed, Ye Rong looked away at them.
"You just need to know, if anyone dares to say it out..."
"Sister Rong, how dare we!"
"Whoever says it's not, let's just say it ourselves. If anyone tells the news that Young Master is Wang Xing, I, Li Lei, will be the first to find him unlucky."
"Count me."
"And I!"
The star masters who spoke were all the direct descendants of Ye Rong, and it was counted as the star masters that she cultivated.
As the Lord of the Seven Stars, no other Star Lords in the Saints Association dared to be presumptuous in front of her. It's just that these star masters have always lived in the star altar, and they have become familiar with them over time, and they can make a few jokes in private.
The relationship between these masters of the stars and Ye Rong is very good, or they would not have known that Ye Rong could hear it just now, and still did not shy away from the discussion.
Seeing them shaking their heads and sighing, Ye Rong felt Ye Zichen's pulse.
"How about it, if you have any hidden injuries, you have to say it."
"Hey, I'm doing fine now. If you don't believe me, I'll punch you." Ye Zichen smiled vigorously. In fact, he didn't want Ye Rong to worry too much about him.
"Okay, you'd better stop. If something happens, your mother will go crazy." Xuan Ji pouted.
"That's right, Auntie, why are you all here? Emperor Xue Yang and senior Zhao Qianhe. I haven't seen the others, but they don't look like ordinary people." Ye Zichen said.
"It's not all because of you." Xuan Ji rolled her eyes and said, "I'm afraid that your little ancestor will make trouble, and he won't stop him even if he tries to stop him. Come on, what is your identity, don't you have any points in your heart?"
"Hey..." Ye Zichen scratched his head, "then they all know?"
Xuan Ji nodded lightly, and at this moment the other great emperors also came over. Xue Yang sighed and looked at Ye Zichen for a long time, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Don't look at me like that, I admit that I was a little impulsive..."
"My daughter didn't make you a friend in vain." I didn't expect Xue Yang to speak like this after staring at it, "Earlier Xiaomo always told me how nice you are, this time I finally see it."
"Me too, Ye Zichen, I admit that I had some prejudice against you before, and I apologize to you here." Zhao Qianhe also bowed deeply.
"Don't, don't, you are all seniors, what are you doing!" Ye Zichen looked a little flustered, and said, "I just did what I thought I should do, and Xue Mo will actually have my problems with it. She wants to take the secret realm. Take the sword and give it to me, or she can retire completely."
Thinking of how Xue Mo was being tortured, Ye Zichen clenched his fists hard.
"How is Xue Mo's situation now? I just heard from Murong Xue and the others that Xue Mo's injuries are very serious. I don't know how serious it is."
"You'll know when you arrive at Wuwanghai." Zhao Qianhe said.
From Zhao Qianhe's low tone, Ye Zichen could hear that Xue Mo's situation was not good. Even the dignified Extreme North Sacred Mountain Holy Land Wuwanghai couldn't heal it, and it was conceivable that Xue Mo's injury was serious.
"Bai Yulong!"
Ye Zichen, who was pinching his fists, touched the broken demon tower, his eyes narrowed and he stopped talking.
…
Jiling City.
Bai Mingli's self-destruction destroyed most of the city, and the monks who survived were all floating in the void, or standing on the street watching the city's mess.
Many monks in the city have moved away from the city. For at least a hundred years, this city will no longer repeat its glory.
"What a lot of resentment." A man wearing a black robe suddenly appeared above the void.
He held a black crystal ball in his hand, and from time to time a gray-black shadow would drill into his crystal ball from the city.
"Great, so much resentment... um... anyone?"
In the sky above the city, the people from the Sifang Hall were long overdue.
In fact, some people have already retreated halfway. The God Emperor suffered such a big loss, and no one can guarantee that he will not directly target the Wuwanghai, Sifangdian, and Yaochi.
Yaochi and Wuwanghai are fortunate to say that none of the clan masters have been dispatched.
The Sifang Hall drives millions of troops, and there are not many masters left in the sect. The Sifang Hall needs to be guarded by heavy troops, and it does not need too many people to clean up the funeral in the city.
"What kind of tragedy did this place go through before!"
The people in the void looked at the situation below and marveled. Before they arrived at Jiling City, they could smell blood in the air floating from the direction of the city. After entering the city, you can see that the ground of the city is almost soaked in blood, and the canals are also full of blood.
Some of them regretted the desperate fight for the remaining places just now.
Why mention robbing...
The monks are used to carrying their treasures on their bodies, that is, placing them in the space artifact. The people of the Bai family are dead, but the utensils they use will not be damaged. They can find a lot of treasures from these dead people.
But now it seems that they may think too simple.
The former Bai family's clan was full of bloody dead.
Fortunately, these people who stayed behind have all experienced killings, and if they saw less blood, they might faint. However, these elites that Rao Shi left behind couldn't help but feel sick.
boom.
At this moment, a man in a brocade robe frowned and blasted a huge deep pit in the west city.
"Throw them all in."
"Three Highnesses, you..."
"Burn them all, and artifacts such as the space ring will naturally fall to the bottom of the pit after being burned."
"His Royal Highness, it's wonderful! It's just that His Majesty didn't say that the resentment of these deceased is very heavy, and he wants us to bury them! If you burn them directly, then the resentment..."
"Thick burial, it's easy to say, how to make a thick burial!" His Highness snorted angrily, "Besides, whether or not a thick burial is a word from me when I go back?"
"The resentment that breeds?"
"What does it have to do with me? Even if there is resentment, the Central Sacred Mountain will suffer. We are far away in the extreme east Sacred Mountain. Whatever we are afraid of, just do as I say. The deceased here is roughly estimated to exceed 10 million, and their wealth can be imagined. According to me Do what you say, 30% of you!"
Thirty percent!
The surrounding people from the Sifang Palace swallowed their saliva, although the third highness accounted for 70% of the total, and the appetite was a little big. But even if only 30% is given to them, there are so many monks, there are many masters, gods and people...
"Okay, just listen to the Third Highness!"
As everyone knows, it is above the clouds above their heads.
The man in the black robe listened to all of their words. "Good boy, it's ruthless, I like the old demon! Burn it, the old demon can get more resentment after burning it all, and the resentment will be imposed on you. When the time comes, I will kill you, old demon, Hehe... Those resentful souls still have to be grateful to the old demon, it is really a great blessing for the old demon to meet you!"