Ye Xiaochuan's heart was moved by Wanyan's tearless words.
If he could hold the Seven Organizations in his hands, then he would be able to sit back and relax.
Yaoguang is not suitable to lead the Seven Organizations.
What she is better at is eating.
Her hobby is to lift her skirt up to her belly button in front of Ye Xiaochuan to show off her beautiful long legs.
In recent years, if it weren't for Xuan Ying and others' persecution, Yao Guang would have given up his career long ago.
If the horn of the dead is handed over to someone else, Yaoguang may not agree, but if it is handed over to Ye Xiaochuan, Yaoguang will definitely agree with both hands and feet.
Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "This is a good idea, but I am now the leader of Guixuan Sect, can I take over the Seven Organizations?"
Wang Zaishan said: "No problem, Brother Evil God was still the leader of Shushan back then, and he still leads the seven organizations."
Wang Zaishan wanted to retire. In addition to finding a successor to inherit his mantle, there was another important reason. That was that he did not want to get involved in the dispute between Ye Xiaochuan and the evil god.
Both of them are good brothers who have been with him through life and death.
If the evil god and Ye Xiaochuan get into trouble, Wang Zaishan doesn't know who he should help.
After Wang Zaishan's affirmation, Ye Xiaochuan no longer had any worries.
He said: "I would like to be in charge of the Seven Organizations, but I don't have any say in this matter.
The Horn of the Dead is guarded by Qingying girl, and Yaoguang is now the recognized leader of the seven organizations.
And you seven jade medal holders.
If there is a chance, wait for everyone to gather together and discuss this matter.
If you all think that I, Ye Xiaochuan, am suitable to be the leader of the Seven Organizations, I will not refuse.
If anyone objects, I won’t have any excuse.”
In the past, Ye Xiaochuan really had no interest in Organization Seven.
Otherwise, I would not have given the token of the Seven Organizations to Wan Yan Wu Lei freely back then.
But things are different now.
If he wants to achieve his goals, he must strengthen his own strength.
No matter how many of the more than 3,000 people will return when the Seventh Organization calls, it is definitely a force that cannot be underestimated.
Plus Xuan Ying's 637 coffins.
This power can almost match the fighting power of the Pangu tribe.
Even though the Seven Organizations and these zombies in the coffin may not participate in the struggle for hegemony in the future, as long as this powerful force is in their own hands, they can make Yu Jizi and others surrender.
Today is March 29th, and there is no time left. There is still one day left, and Ye Xiaochuan has to go to Golden Turtle Island in the West Sea.
He planned to wait until the incident on Golden Turtle Island was over before discussing the matter with the people from Organization Seven.
Xuan Ying didn't know that Ye Xiaochuan saved his wife thousands of miles away.
She is no longer in Yingzhou now.
In the battle with Yu Jizi, she relied on the special power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk to win.
However, it is not easy to deal with Jade Jizi holding the God-killing Demon Sword.
At the last moment, Yu Jizi used the power of the magic sword to escape.
Xuanying chased him all the way, but finally lost him.
It is already late at night.
Hanyang City, Beicheng.
As the war spread, a large number of people in the northern border had to flee with their families.
In and around Hanyang City, located on the south bank of the Yangtze River, a large number of refugees have gathered in the past six months.
These refugees have been heading south to escape the catastrophe.
They wanted to pass through Qixing Mountain and migrate to the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang.
Since Niangziguan was breached last year, food has been reduced and prices have skyrocketed. Refugees have suffered numerous casualties.
In order to deal with the possible plague, the imperial court sent a large number of manpower to deal with the corpses of people who died of starvation and illness.
It's a pity that too many people died, and the court's power could only take care of some cities.
Like refugee corpses in the wilderness, there is no way to deal with them.
A few miles west of Hanyang City Pier, there are a large number of free villages and mass graves.
At this moment, in a righteous village that was already filled with coffins, a white-haired man with steaming black energy and a blue sword appeared.
Surprisingly, it is Jade Jizi.
After the jade machine fell to the ground, a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
He covered his chest with his hands and gasped for air.
"The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is indeed powerful! What a pity, I have not reached the Sumeru realm! Otherwise, how could I lose to Xuan Ying!"
Yujizi whispered to himself bitterly.
He adjusted his breathing briefly.
He put away the God-killing Demon Sword and opened a coffin.
Inside was a body covered in maggots.
Under the moonlight, fat maggots can slowly squirm on the rotting corpse, and a stench hits your nostrils.
But there didn't seem to be anything strange about Yujizi.
He reached out and pulled the body out of the coffin and threw it aside.
He opened his mouth and blew gently, and a strong wind came out, blowing out all the remaining maggots in the coffin.
Then he laid himself into the coffin.
The tension was absorbed, and the coffin boards that fell to the ground instantly flew up and were covered again.
He really knows how to find a place.
This righteous village is located in the center of dozens of righteous villages in the west of Hanyang City. There are many mass graves around it, and the yin energy is very abundant.
Not long after, strands of Yin Qi quickly gathered from all directions.
Not far to the west of Hanyang City, in a mountain forest.
Li Ziye sat on a big tree and closed his eyes to meditate.
Under the tree, a short, fat old storyteller was lying on the big belly of a rice pail, soundly sleeping.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes.
He sat up and looked around.
Li Ziye said: "Junior brother, what's wrong?"
The old storyteller squinted his cloudy eyes and said, "There seems to be something wrong with the evil spirit here."
Li Ziye flicked it casually, and a tiny white light hit a wandering ghost in the forest.
The ghost screamed and then turned into smoke and disappeared.
Li Ziye said leisurely: "What's wrong? The western suburbs of Hanyang City are full of graveyards and yizhuangs. The yin energy is very strong, and there are ghosts and ghosts everywhere.
If you don’t want to be disturbed by these evil spirits while sleeping, just stay in a big inn.”
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "Staying in a big inn? Thank you for your words! Nowadays, a big inn in Datongpu costs more than ten taels of silver a night!"
Look at what I'm wearing, do I look like a rich person?
Originally, there was only one rice-basket, but now it's better to have you as the rice-basket. Now I am in such a state of desolation that I can only associate with these evil spirits and ghosts!"
Li Ziye said: "You have no money? How many banknotes are there on the soles of your shoes? There are banknotes in the middle of your clothes! There are also many banknotes in the middle of the cloth bag on your bamboo pole. You say you have no money?"
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"What! How did you... I knew you had ulterior motives for not leaving! I didn't expect you were trying to get my money!"
This is all what I have worked hard to save. If you dare to have any evil thoughts, I will not let you go!"
The old storyteller was very frightened. He thought that his banknote was hidden so secretly, or was it in the middle of his clothes that Li Ziye knew about it?