Ye Fan agreed to Xuewei, which made her very excited.
"Xuewei, since you are the descendants of the Blood Spirit Demon King, why will Miss Blood Spirit inherit his name?"
Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Blood Spirit... is a title, not a name! The eldest sister is the 'Blood Spirit Saint' of our Blood Mo Clan!"
Xuewei shook her head, "Just like my name was never Xuewei, but I inherited the title of 'Xuewei Saint' after becoming the Soul-binding Demon Eye."
"I see."
Ye Fan chuckled, "Then what's your name?"
"Moweier!"
Xuewei said: "The eldest sister is called Mo Ling'er, and the second sister is called Mo Yao'er! Brother Xueling, from now on you can just call me Xuewei. My own name has not been called for a long time!"
"Then I, the Blood Spirit..." Ye Fan touched his nose and said sarcastically: "It doesn't seem that simple to pretend to be the descendant of the Blood Spirit Demon King!"
"Nope!"
Xuewei shook her head, "There are also saints in our clan, but over the years, most of the people recognized by the Soul-binding Demonic Eyes are women.
There are very few saints, but all of them are geniuses.
When my grandfather, the priest, was a child, he was also the holy son of our clan.
If he hadn't been injured decades ago, he might have broken through to the holy realm now!"
"Um."
Ye Fan thought about it and thought it was right.
With the old priest's lifespan, it would not be a problem to live for two or three thousand years.
However, because he was seriously injured, he only lived for a thousand years before he died. Even if there was immortal grass, other people could live an extra five hundred years if they ate it, but he only lived for more than two hundred years.
It can be seen how serious the injury he suffered was, which directly caused the loss of life force several times.
If he could break through the holy realm within two hundred years, he might be able to get some relief, otherwise, he would have to wait for death.
According to Ye Fan's guess, the reason why the old priest so readily agreed to unite the entire Bloodmoor Wasteland was because he was about to expire and wanted to bring all the demon tribes in the Bloodmoor Wasteland back to a unified state to avoid being annexed by the Black Mountain Alliance.
Once many tribes in the Bloodmoor Wasteland become tributaries of the Black Mountain Alliance, the fate of the Bloodmoor Demon Clan will be even more tragic.
The former glory of the Blood Spirit Demon King will completely become history, and no one can change it.
Because of the appearance of Ye Fan, the major problem of the Xuemo Demon Clan, the Black Poison Demon Clan, was solved.
Only by pulling out this nail planted by the Montenegrin Alliance can the old priest be able to relieve his worries and revive the Bloodmoor Demon Clan! Coupled with the impending changes in Shangxue City, it is a great opportunity, and the old priest will naturally not miss it.
Otherwise, even if Ye Fan was kind to him, he would not be able to drag the entire Xuemo Demon Clan into gambling with him.
"Brother Xueling, when are we leaving?"
Xuewei looked at the old priest who was talking outside the window, her hands almost sweating because of her nervousness.
This was her first time leaving the Holy Land, and she had to hide it from everyone, which was both stressful and exciting.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave with the old priest first, and I'll pick you up tonight at the latest!"
"good!"
Xuewei nodded repeatedly, "Brother Xueling, please don't lie to me, otherwise I will be very sad!"
"Don't worry, I won't lie to people for such a trivial matter."
Ye Fan smiled, explained a few words, and then walked out of the room with Xuewei.
Both the old priest and Xueyao noticed that Xuewei pulled Ye Fan into the house. Even a fool could guess that the little girl must be begging Ye Fan to take her with him.
But judging from Xuewei's appearance, she must have been rejected miserably.
The old priest sighed and said: "Girl, Shangxue City is very dangerous this time. Grandpa doesn't take you there because he is afraid that you will be hurt.
As long as the war in Shangxue City is resolved, I will let you travel throughout the Bloodmoor Wasteland!"
"Yes, Grandpa!"
Xueyao nodded.
She is much more sensible than Xuewei, otherwise the old priest would not have told her all the important things.
"Oh fine."
Xuewei sniffed, pulled Ye Fan and said, "Brother Xueling, you have to be careful! When the battle in Shangxue City is over, remember to come back and you promised to teach me how to practice!"
"Don't worry, I won't break my promise."
Ye Fan laughed and said to the old priest: "The matter is almost explained, let's go!"
"Um."
The old priest nodded slightly, called over a dozen tribesmen, and left with Ye Fan.
The members of the Xuemo Demon Clan led by the old priest are not too young, and they have all reached the realm of gods.
It has to be said that the strength of the Xuemo Demon Clan is pretty good. In addition to the old priest, who is at the pinnacle of the True God Realm, there are also several True God Realm powerhouses among the tribes outside.
In addition, there are countless masters in the Divine Realm.
This time, just in case, he only brought a dozen or so Divine Masters with him, and there were hundreds of other Divine Masters left to guard the Holy Land.
You must know that there are only about 10,000 Xuemo Demon Clan in the entire Holy Land, but they can produce nearly a thousand God Realm masters. The ratio is very terrifying.
The number of common people in Shangxue City plus the army is almost over 100 million, and they are only at the level of a few hundred gods.
As for the Holy Land of the Blood Mo Clan, they are only the direct descendants of the Blood Spirit Demon King. Other collateral descendants with blood have formed their own tribes.
In terms of blood relationship, maybe the Skeleton Demon Tribe, the Blood Cliff Tribe, and the Black Feather Tribe are all descendants of the Blood Spirit Demon King.
But if they add up to billions of people, how many gods are there?
The ratio is almost the same as that of the Blood Mo Clan Holy Land.
It can be seen from this that the cultivation talents of the direct descendants of the Blood Spirit Demon King are very terrifying.
Of course, the reason why the Holy Land of the Blood Mo Clan is declining now is directly related to the design of the Black Po Demon Clan decades ago.
In that battle, the Black Po Demon Clan colluded with the Montenegro Alliance, causing the Xuemo Demon Clan to lose most of their true god realm experts.
If this were not the case, the Bloodmoon Demon Clan would not have reached the point of needing to ask for help from outsiders.
Ye Fan has no interest in the future of the Xuemo Demon Clan. He only hopes that their vitality will be stronger and they will not be unable to take down a bloody city with millions of demon troops.
Although this possibility is very low, there are strong men from the Holy Realm who are stationed in Shangxue City, but there seems to be no Holy Realm in Xuemo Wasteland.
In terms of high-level combat power, among the many tribes in the Bloodmoor Wasteland, only the True God Realm experts have the upper hand.
However, there is a huge gap between the Holy Realm and the True God Realm. One Holy Realm can easily contain ten True God Realms.
Currently, there are three major enshrinements among the seven true god realm elders in the Elder Hall of Shangxue City.
Among them, the Great Elder and the Great Worshiper are known to be powerful men in the Holy Realm. Whether the others have reached the Holy Realm remains to be seen.
There are two holy realms here alone. It is not a big problem to handle more than ten or twenty true god realms.
Therefore, no one dares to guarantee the outcome of the war between the many tribes in the Bloodmoor Wasteland and the Shangxue City.
The billions of tribal armies in the Bloodmoor Wasteland may seem terrifying, but to deal with them, all you need is a pair of high-level magic eyes.
Although it is difficult to control an army of billions of demons in a short period of time, it is definitely easy to cause chaos within the demon army.
The situation here in the Bloodmoor Wasteland is not optimistic!