"The experimental subject whose ice bloodline suddenly fully awakened could be his wife, right?"
Qing Yiyi frowned and said curiously: "I don't remember his name. I just remember that he is a sixth-level elder of Qiankun Dao. He seems to be of the ice type."
"I don't know. I also observed it specifically. From the appearance, there is no male or female at all. It's just a quasi-eighth-level purple blood monster more than ten meters tall and wrapped in ice."
Qiao silently shook her head. It was obvious that she had asked this question before, but for some unknown reason, Uncle Bing did not say anything.
"Qualified eighth level?" Zhu Yingjun was startled. Blood monsters of such a high level were rare, and their Xuantian Sect didn't seem to have many of them.
After thinking about it, if the bloodline is suddenly fully awakened, there will definitely be a rapid improvement.
If you are already at level six, no matter how good your talent is, it would not be surprising to be promoted to level eight.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and the three people stopped talking.
"I, Uncle Bing, the headmaster of the Blood God Sect, have met your two highnesses!"
Soon, Uncle Bing, wearing a black robe and holding a staff over three meters long, strode in.
He bowed lightly, raised his head, and saw that he was already a seventh-level powerhouse.
Moreover, the ice aura on his body is strong, and it is obviously not as simple as the ordinary seventh level.
"Uncle Bing, some time ago, I heard that you betrayed the great wizard of the Sand Clan, changed the Sand God Cult to the Blood God Cult, and hid in the mountains with a group of subordinates.
Could it be that he stole some treasure from the Savage King and was promoted to the seventh level?" Zhu Yingjun clasped his fists and asked quietly with squinted eyes.
Even though his status is noble, a warrior still has certain rules.
When he meets a seventh-level person, and the other person salutes him, it's fine if he doesn't get up. If he doesn't return the salute, it's rude.
Qing Yiyi also lazily clasped his fists, but this action was very reluctant.
Uncle Bing nodded calmly and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I didn't betray the great wizard, nor did I steal any of the Savage King's treasures.
Instead, I received a gift from the gods. Not only was my level improved, but I was also given the ice blood monster, the messenger of the gods in the human world.
With it, we can lead the blood tide to purify this dirty world and allow the gods to return to this land."
"Oh, which god did you get a gift from? Tell me?" Qing Yiyi laughed and asked casually.
He felt that Uncle Bing's brain was absolutely funny, and he was still a gift from the gods, even if his head was flooded with water, it was almost the same!
"Mo Mo, is this the helper you found for me?" Zhu Yingjun turned to look at his goddess. He wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
"That's enough, Uncle Bing, put away your nonsense to deceive the people. I didn't send you here to preach!"
Qiao Momo's face turned red, he glared and reprimanded, then turned to look at Zhu Yingjun: "Immediately arrange for someone to send him to the super crack in Mobei.
After controlling the blood tide, you can decide whether to go north to deal with the Huns or go south to invade Langya.
I’ll have a night’s rest and leave tomorrow!”
"Okay!" Zhu Yingjun nodded. He treated a dead horse like a living horse. Just give it a try. If you accidentally succeed, there is no harm in failing anyway.
Soon, Zhu Yingjun sent someone to call his second junior brother Zhang Qiang in, giving him a chance to make meritorious service and take Uncle Bing to Mobei in person.
Then he took Qiao Momo to wander around some of the more famous scenic spots in Kyoto City, especially at the space cracks, where he stayed for more than half an hour.
At night, it was finally time to go to bed. Zhu Yingjun washed himself clean. He originally wanted to see if there was any progress, but was kicked out of the bedroom by Qiao Momo because he was in a bad mood.
Waiting until he defeated Langya or the Northern Turks, he was so angry that he almost went to a brothel.
We have known each other for so long and only held each other's hands. It's really sad, but we don't dare to let outsiders, especially Qing Yiyi, know about it for fear of embarrassment.
As a result, this guy spent the whole night watching the moon on the roof!
At noon the next day, Qiao Momo returned to Tianzhu through the portal, but there were a few more female disciples of Wangqing Dao in the team, and the leader was the saint Li Xiangxiang.
Zhu Yingjun only took a brief look at the enchanting Li Xiangxiang, but looked at one of the girls in purple very carefully, feeling vaguely familiar.
"Zhu Yingjun, what happened to you, your soul was taken away?" On the way back, in the carriage, Qing Yiyi looked at Zhu Yingjun with glaring eyes, his tone was very contemptuous.
I have seen people who are afraid of women, but I have never seen anyone so afraid. They are simply afraid of stepping out of the new world.
Ever since Wu Di became the first to be afraid of his wife, it seems that the whole atmosphere of the First Continent has been ruined.
The most depressing thing is that he is also a victim!
"I remembered that I had seen a portrait of that woman. Her eyes were very distinctive. Is she Zhang Susu, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Chuanzhong, known as the Fairy in Plain Clothes of the Eastern Continent?"
Zhu Yingjun slapped his forehead fiercely. He finally remembered the picture album he had read out of curiosity.
After all, men like to see beautiful women, especially women who are as famous as Li Wenhao's queen, Irina, and this one seems to be the only one.
"Zhang Susu?" Qing Yiyi obviously remembered who it was and said in surprise: "Shouldn't she be in the wedding team of the Western Turks?
It stands to reason that we have already entered Langya territory by now. Why are we here with Qiao Mo Mo?
Could it be?"
Having said this, Qing Yiyi looked at Zhu Yingjun in shock, and a thought flashed through their minds at the same time, what a trick!
If something happens to the wedding team of the Western Turks in Langya territory, the bride disappears, and something happens to the groom, Prince Jebu, how can the Western Turks be willing to let it go?
When the blood tide breaks out, the allied forces of the four tribes are watching eagerly from the north, and the Western Turks are raiding from the west. If Bingbo here can really control the blood tide, won't Langya be besieged on all sides?
Qing Yiyi smiled and said in a mocking tone: "You have really found a good woman, and her methods are much better than yours!"
"This is not what I want!" Zhu Yingjun shook his head with a bitter look on his face. Although he wanted to defeat Li Wenhao, he did not want to rely on a woman, especially Qiao Momo.
He can no longer lift his head now. If he relies on a woman to turn over, he will lose the last bit of face.
"Forget it, that's it, let's just let nature take its course!" Qing Yiyi patted Zhu Yingjun on the shoulder.
At the same time, when Tianya is reduced to a human being, no one should laugh at anyone. Although Zhu Yingjun is pitiful, he doesn't seem to be any better!
Different from the calculation of the earth, January 1 here is considered the beginning of winter, that is, the depth of winter and the arrival of the blood tide.
On December 30, two days in advance, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky, and the snow continued to fall like goose feathers.
From early morning to noon, the whole world became a vast expanse of white, and there was still no sign of stopping.