Yu Fei was very scared. He was afraid that Wang Shuo would be like the woman who went to Shenxu and would never come out again.
Shenxu is like a place of no return. How many people have made trouble for Shenxu, but who can come out in the end?
Yu Fei choked up and looked at Wang Shuo. He had no relatives, not many people he knew, and the only two people in front of him were good to him.
He didn't want anything to happen to these two...
"It's okay. Shenxu must go. At least... I have to give Qian Wu an explanation. When I come back and rebuild Yanyu Manor, you will be the owner of Yanyu Manor."
Wang Shuo smiled faintly, walked forward and patted Yin Rou'er on the shoulder: "You stay here for the time being and take care of Yu Fei. I will be back soon..."
"But..." Yin Rou'er also felt a little uneasy. Shenxu was praised so horribly by the world. Can the ancestor of Qinglian really do it alone?
"Okay, this time I go to Shenxu, not only because of Qian Wu or the dead people, but also because of a girl... I have to go."
Wang Shuo waved his hand, and the two of them looked at him, unable to say a word. They just stared blankly at the back and slowly left.
Dressed in a green shirt, his figure was rustling in the wind. He was not considered strong, and even somewhat elegant, but his figure was so...tall.
The drizzle gradually stopped and the wind was not so strong.
On this land, blood seeps into the depths of the soil in the slight rain, and corpses and the smell of blood are everywhere...
Only that figure, between heaven and earth, gradually moved away, disappeared on the humid mountains, and finally... turned into a black dot.
Yin Rou'er stretched out her hand bitterly, but finally retracted it and said: "Forget it, since the ancestor of Qinglian said so, we can't stay here and do nothing. I will accompany you to bury your aunt here, and then clean up together.
Let’s tidy up Yanyu Manor.”
Yu Fei also nodded heavily, his expression gradually becoming firmer, not as decadent as before, he began to push the surrounding soil into the pit, buried his aunt, and then erected a tombstone.
Then the two of them found many hiding disciples of Yanyu Village around them. With their persuasion and Yin Rouer's strength, they once again condensed to Yanyu Village.
The dilapidated villa began to be rebuilt in full swing...
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God is empty.
On the building.
The old man surnamed Ling in golden robes stood on the edge of the tower, looking at... the white clouds on the horizon.
Unlike the gloomy sky outside, the sky here is clear, with floating clouds everywhere, a clear blue, and the sun is shining brightly.
In the clouds, hundreds of saints came back from afar. Bishop Miao covered his arm and took a lot of healing medicine. His arm recovered a little, but it still hurt slightly.
Seeing these people with various injuries and panic expressions, the old man in gold robe frowned.
Even within the sphere of influence of the major bishops of Shenxu, many people discovered Bishop Miao who rushed back.
A charming and charming woman flew to the horizon, looked at Bishop Miao in surprise, and said in a voiceless voice: "What is going on with you? You actually ended up like this."
Not only this woman, but also several bishops quickly came forward to check on Bishop Miao, but they were all stunned in place.
Who did such a serious injury happen?
Moreover... there are quite a few saints behind Bishop Miao.
They remembered that when they left, Bishop Miao summoned more than 1,600 saints, but in the end, only about 300 came back here.
What's more, almost all of these people were injured. The brutality of this battle can be imagined...
After paying such a heavy price, what kind of enemy did we encounter?
"Where's Lord Ling?" Bishop Miao endured the pain and asked the charming red-robed woman. The woman finally came back to her senses and breathed out a breath of orchid fragrance: "I'll take you there, right on the building."
Afterwards, a group of people flew towards the Tianxuan Tower. The remaining saints began to arrange for the returning saints to heal their wounds and rest. Some people also began to collect intelligence and wait for their bishops to come back and report.
One after another, a group of people came to the 981st floor of the election building. The old man in golden robe was already sitting on the main seat. His calm eyes were still looking at the blue clouds and the ancient well...
"Lord Ling!" Bishop Miao knelt down on one knee, clenching his teeth. Blood was still dripping from his arms, and his clothes were stained with blood.
The charming woman in red robe and other bishops came one after another.
The old man in gold robes stood up and grabbed Bishop Miao's severed arm. Bishop Miao was shocked and thought that the old man was going to attack him.
But after a gentle breath fell on the shoulder, the incomplete flesh on the shoulder, the flesh that had been eroded by the law and was difficult to recover, began to heal bit by bit.
"This wound has more than a dozen laws attached to it. No wonder it cannot be restored. These laws are related to erosion and block your magic power from repairing it." The old man in gold robe finally waved his hand, and all the laws on the broken arm were shaken off.
It turned into streaks of black smoke and disappeared in place.
Bishop Miao also discovered that he could use magic power to repair his arm, and the entire hand began to repair quickly. He showed joy and said with a cupped hand: "Thank you, Lord Ling."
"No, you were injured while working for me Shenxu. You should be protected and recuperated by my Shenxu." The old man in golden robe waved his hand and motioned Bishop Miao to find a place to sit down, then returned to his seat and waited.
of the bishop who has yet to arrive.
A little while.
On this 981-story building, all thirteen bishops were present. Before these people came, they had obviously heard about Bishop Miao's injury. If they were on good terms, they would step forward to ask. If they were not on good terms, they would make a sound.
sneer.
Everyone sat in their respective seats, and the scene became quiet again.
"Bishop Miao, tell me what's going on." The old man in gold robe asked.
"Yes! Lord Ling."
Bishop Miao stood up and began to tell the story of what happened, from going to the vicinity of Nanshan, entering the fog, being damaged, ambushed, and finally defeated.
Every bit, nothing is missed...
But the only difference is that Bishop Miao did not dare to say that from the beginning to the end, he was dealing with the same enemy, because this was too unimaginable.
On the contrary, it seems that he is shirking responsibility.
"Wearing green robes, you can come and go freely..." The old man in gold robes frowned and asked: "Everyone, I have never heard of a force that wears uniform green robes and kills saints like dogs, and uses assassination to kill saints.
, the main thing is that the speed gradually increases, have any of you heard of it?"
The other bishops looked at each other, having never heard of such a force. In the end, Bishop Miao described how he could break all his laws with just a single grab and crush one of his shoulders.
Dealing with the peak saints is like killing a chicken. This kind of person...will specifically target their gods?
"Everyone, do you remember that woman..." Master Ling suddenly asked.