Those saints, masters of killing three corpses, quasi-sages, all lay on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Only Wang Shuo turned his head and glanced at Yin Sen.
That glance contains too much information, the domineering power of life and death, the coldness of the cold, and the dazzling murderous intention!
Is he... planning to kill?
The clan leader and the others have already surrendered. Yin Rouer's eyes were a little frightened, and she unconsciously reached out and grabbed Wang Shuo's sleeve.
This grab made Wang Shuo feel like he had in Yaochi when he grabbed his sleeve and looked at himself pitifully, waiting for food.
Thinking of this and Yin Rou'er's watery eyes, Wang Shuo finally sighed: "Forget it, from now on, you can step down from the position of clan leader and let Yin Rou'er be the clan leader. She may be more suitable for your Yao Chi."
The original intention of the ancestors.”
"This..." Yin Sen looked uncertain and hesitated.
Changing the clan leader... This is a major event for the Tuntian clan in the past. How can it be decided by one person? What's more, he is not willing to give up such great power, as well as the benefits and resources that the clan leader can bring.
These are the foundation of his cultivation.
"Why? Not willing to give up?" Wang Shuo smiled, and with his smile, the surrounding space laws began to distort, and his figure had already arrived in front of Yin Sen in the next moment.
The hand quietly raised up and pinched Yin Sen's neck. Even though he was a saint or a late-stage saint, in this grasp and the transformation of more than two hundred laws, his saint's power was completely destroyed.
He was so suppressed that he had no ability to resist at all.
Complete suppression!
There is no ability to resist at all.
This... is a bit scary.
At this time, although he was reluctant to give up the position of clan leader, he had no choice but to give in first.
I had organized my words in my mind, and at the same time, I had made plans to wait for this person to leave, and then use my own energy to regain the position of clan leader, as long as this person leaves.
Maybe he will be like the ancestor of Yaochi, and he may be gone for hundreds of thousands of years.
Just when he wanted to ask for mercy, admit his mistake, and temporarily give up his position as patriarch.
He raised his head and saw a gentle face, with a smile as warm as the sun.
Just beneath this warm smile is a fear that makes even a cold soul tremble.
He saw death.
It is the threat from death, the fear between life and death...
This man must be killed!
"No, the position of patriarch..."
Click!
A few short words, accompanied by a clear throat-breaking sound, echoed under the silent tower.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, swallowed their saliva, and felt chills in their hearts.
The strongest person in the clan, the clan leader in the late Saint stage, had his neck pinched and broken like a chicken. I'm afraid no one would believe him if he told me about it, right?
Yin Rouer was so frightened that she exclaimed. This was the first time she saw a clan member die in front of her... and the person who died was the clan leader.
After staying in the sea for 20,000 years, this was the first time she saw a dead person, and the dead were members of her tribe.
"Qing... the ancestor of Qinglian, otherwise, I will no longer be the leader of this clan?" Yin Rou'er couldn't bear it.
After all, these are her tribesmen, the people who have lived with her day and night and raised her up.
Wang Shuo was stunned for a moment and looked at Yin Rou'er. Didn't these people want to kill her? Didn't she have any complaints?
"You don't hate them?" Wang Shuo asked.
"Yes, a little bit."
"A bit? If you hate me, wouldn't it be nice to kill him? It will just give you a bad breath."
"But... I don't want them to die."
Those innocent and simple words, as well as the weak strength that he had just desperately guarded in front of the tower, couldn't help but make Wang Shuo laugh.
"Okay, if you don't want them to die, then spare their lives. If it happens again like this next time, the entire Tiantian Clan will die." Wang Shuo's gaze swept across.
Everyone who touched those eyes was frightened and did not dare to look at them, and slowly lowered their heads.
Facing Yin Rouer's innocence and Wang Shuo's ruthlessness, these people were ashamed and fearful, intertwined in their hearts, and felt particularly uncomfortable and depressed.
"Leave here, I will take you to experience. Staying here will only make you weaker and weaker. Now you are too easily deceived by these people." Wang Shuo said.
"Yes." Yin Rou'er did not object. The Goddess Rules were prepared for Wang Shuo. She would not disobey any of Wang Shuo's orders or even his words.
"When the training is over, you come back and take charge of the Tiantian Clan. From here on out, it will be yours." Wang Shuo squinted his eyes and took one last look at the broken tower behind him.
There is nothing left inside. All the useful elixirs, spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits have been put into the storage space by Wang Shuo, leaving only an empty tower.
Therefore, Wang Shuo had nothing to commemorate, but after all, this was a tower built by Yaochi. Finally, he said to the people of the Tiantian clan: "Next time I come back, I want to see a complete Tower of Destiny."
How could a group of people dare to disobey? Even the leader of the clan had his neck easily broken, without the slightest ability to resist.
These people nodded quickly and said: "Okay, okay, we will definitely restore it intact before you come back."
"Well, Yin Rou'er, do you have anything else to clean up?" Wang Shuo asked.
"Yes, yes, I still need to go back to Canghai. All my things are on Canghai Rock." Yin Rouer said.
Wang Shuo nodded: "Lead the way."
So, Yin Rou'er walked in front, looking back at Wang Shuo from time to time. When she was young, she came to Canghai.
The so-called Canghai cannot be regarded as a sea, but can only be regarded as a vast lake. Above the lake, there is a huge astrolabe, and the position of the entire star sea is marked here.
At the entrance of this lake, there is a flat stone with a futon on it. On weekdays, Yin Rouer sits on this futon, looking at the astrolabe on the lake, waiting for the brilliance of the ruler to shine in the astrolabe.
.
Waiting for the person in front of you to appear.
Behind Canghaiyan, at the entrance, there is a jade altar with a painting hanging on it, which was carefully decorated.
There are also two small characters "Yaochi" in the lower left corner. There is no doubt that it is a painting of Yaochi.
Looking at this painting that had been with her for more than 20,000 years, Yin Rouer walked over, rolled up the painting, held it against her chest, then packed up the surrounding clothes and some daily necessities, and put them all into a hanging bag around her neck.
in a small bag.
This is all she has. She has stayed here for 20,000 years and these are the only things she has used.
"Are you ready?" Wang Shuo looked at the empty surroundings of Canghaiyan.
"It's done." Yin Rou'er lowered her head, still holding the painting in her arms, unwilling to let go.
Originally, Wang Shuo wanted to put away this Yaochi painting, but seeing that Yin Rouer liked it so much, he finally shook his head: "Don't worry, it's okay to give this painting to you, not to mention that it has been with you for twenty thousand years, and I am not willing to take it."
Walk."
"Really?" Yin Rouer looked at Wang Shuo happily, he was really afraid of being taken away.