The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 167 Undercurrents surging
He doesn't know whether immortal gods really exist, at least the word is too hazy for him now.

Leaving Xinzheng City, the two walked straight towards the northern suburbs.

Withered bones shine in silver armor, white blood-clothed castle.

Bai Yifei is an all-powerful hereditary general who destroys cities and villages. Xueyibao is the old nest of every generation of hereditary marquises.

"Snow Cloak!"

Standing on a branch, looking at the castle hundreds of meters away, Yan Lingji's eyes flashed a sinister look. She never forgot that she was chased and killed by the White Armored Army, exhausted, and finally captured by South Korean soldiers.

"I said before, forget all the unpleasant things, now you are no longer a killer."

"Ah."

Looking at the back who was walking in front, the murderous intent in Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes dissipated, and a vague smile appeared on her soft and pretty face, she jumped off the branches and followed closely behind.

Leaping over the suspension bridge guarded by the White Armored Army, and stepping into Snow Cloak Castle again after three months, there have been new changes here.

The sun was shining brightly in Snowcloth Fort, and the cold atmosphere of three months ago was no longer there.

Not long after, a pale complexion, silver-white long hair, blood-red lips, a white girdle, a red and black jacket, a simple and coquettish tiara, an evil and wild appearance, and an air of nobleness shrouded his whole body. Qi's figure appeared in the line of sight of the two of them.

"Bai Yifei, welcome, Your Excellency."

Bai Yifei bowed and saluted, his long and narrow eyes showed respect.

Standing behind her, looking at the enemy in front of her, Yan Lingji's mood was as calm as water, without any waves.

Early Masters.

Taking a look at Bai Yifei, Qingxuan's expression was calm, and he said: "It seems that you have gained a lot in these few months."

Bai Yifei was originally a peak martial artist. After switching to Xiantian Kung Fu, he accumulated a lot of money, and within three months, he could directly break through the peak and step into the realm of a master, which is really normal.

One must know that Li Mochou was stuck at the top of the peak for several years, and finally got the Jade Heart Sutra to enter the master realm, while Bai Yifei took a longer time, there is absolutely no reason not to break through.

"Thanks to the cultivation of adults."

From the beginning to the end, Bai Yifei didn't even look at Yan Lingji, with a wicked smile on his face, he said, "My lord, please come inside."

"What I have ordered you to do, how are you doing now?"

Sitting on the Marquis throne, looking at Bai Yifei, Qingxuan's tone was calm, and there was no wave in the deep eyes, without any trace of emotion, just like a deep pool.

Bai Yifei knelt down on one knee and said, "My lord, Wuji has already taken shape, and as long as it is gradually mixed with fresh blood, it will grow stronger and stronger."

To be honest, in just three months, if he hadn't used extraordinary means, it would have been really difficult to organize Wuji.

Ordinary warriors are everywhere, but the youth on the throne once said that what is needed is quality, not quantity.

The quality refers to the high strength value. Although there are many such masters, it is impossible to be everywhere. If it is not a coincidence, I am afraid that this task will not be completed.

This is the first mission, Bai Yifei dare not neglect at all, this is a test for him.

If he completes the task, he will be valued. If he fails to complete the task, he has never thought about the end, because in his heart, no matter what means he uses, this task must be completed.

"Has it begun to take shape?"

The index finger and middle finger tapped on the throne a few times, Qingxuan was very interested, and said: "Bring him up and let me have a look."

"Yes."

For about a quarter of an hour, holding the wine bottle and looking at the four figures in the main hall of Snow Cloak Castle, Qingxuan glanced at Yan Lingji beside him, with a strange look on his face.

The leader was a burly young man with long dark blue hair, red eyes, and a cold-blooded and violent aura.

Tianze, also known as "Red-Browed Dragon Snake", was the deposed prince of Baiyue King. He was extremely skilled in martial arts and was imprisoned in death row.

Wushuang Zhang is tall, his eyes look fierce and brutal, his shape is terrifying, he is born with strange strength, his skin is as hard as armor, and cannot be hurt by ordinary swords. He is a member of the Baiyue killer group.

Behind the two, there was an old man in ragged clothes, pale and disheveled hair, who looked like a beggar, and another tall figure was shrouded in a cloak, holding a soul calling bell in his hand, dressed strangely.

The King of Hundred Poisons is an old snake user from Baiyue, who is good at making and using poison.

The Exorcist belongs to the Baiyue Killer Organization led by Tian Ze. There has always been a tradition of driving corpses thousands of miles away in Baiyue, Hunan and Chu, and the Exorcist is the leader of the hidden witches.

While Qing Xuan was looking at the four people, these four people were also looking at him.

Seeing Bai Yifei's respectful appearance, Tian Ze's scarlet eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Yan Lingji, wondering what he was thinking.

Bai Yifei bowed and saluted, with a soft voice, and said: "Master, these four innate masters were originally Baiyue killers. They were captured by their subordinates and have been imprisoned in the cage of Xueyi Castle. Each of them has practiced Baiyue. Witchcraft, the strength can barely be called a master, I wonder if the adults are satisfied?"

"I hope you can control it properly."

Among the four people in front of him, Tian Ze, the strongest, is only a late-stage congenital, equivalent to an extremely late-stage warrior. It is estimated that the current Yan Lingji can compete with them. For him, there is really nothing worthy of attention.

"It will definitely live up to the expectations of adults."

Said, Bai Yifei said again: "Except for these four innate masters, the Bihaichao banshee, and the coir raincoat under the moon are all subordinates."

Qingxuan nodded lightly, not surprised. If there is no such city, the latter would not be a bloody prince. If his guess is right, this guy probably has many pawns in the night and the birds.

In the eyes of everyone, Bai Yifei is Ji Wuye's right-hand man, but in fact the latter also has evil intentions, probably because he didn't find a chance.

The four innate masters and the deployment of the night curtain can indeed temporarily support Wuji, but it is far from enough to deter the Seven Kingdoms.

"You did a good job, Ji Wuye will die tonight, and you will be the general of South Korea."

Bai Yifei's bewitching pupils shrank suddenly, with a faint smile on his face, he said, "My lord, do you need your subordinates to do something?"

"No need."

Leaving the general's throne, Qingxuan's voice was indifferent, and said: "You are responsible for taking over Yemu and everything in Ji Wuye's hands. Without the order of this seat, don't take the next step."

"Yes."

When Qingxuan left, Bai Yifei clenched his fists tightly, Ji Wuye was dead, but the sky in South Korea would also change at the moment Ji Wuye died.

This is already a foregone conclusion, a foregone conclusion that no one can change, who can save Ji Wuye from the sword master, who dares?

"Who is that person?"

Tian Ze, who was standing aside, finally couldn't help asking.

"Master Wuji, I hope you can see the situation clearly, and don't make trouble for this Marquis."

Bai Yifei smiled evilly, turned around and left.

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