A moment passed, and in the concave space, the people in the Jiuman Palace no longer had the extraordinary momentum of their original extraordinary aura. Their clothes were damaged and covered in dust, and almost everyone had colorful colors on them. That way, they were simply a group of beggars who were unattended on the street, and they were not like the disciples of the Jiuman Palace overlord!

After a long time, the people in the Jiuman Palace had almost reached their limit. Except for Baili Ke who could barely resist the dead soldiers, the rest of the people had already shrank behind the concave space, sat cross-legged and swallowed the pill to recover.

Another wave of surging death warriors rushed over, Baili Ke's blood-stained face showed a hint of despair in his eyes.

The killing of the previous wave of death warriors has almost exhausted all his spiritual power. Now another wave has come. He can't imagine his other ending except being killed by random knives.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel regretful in his heart. Why did he fight with Wang Jing? If he didn't fight with Wang Jing and didn't take on this task, he wouldn't have died here.

Just when Baili Ke thought he was about to die, a silver sword energy swept across his eyes instantly. The sword energy was like a rainbow, sweeping by, cutting thousands of dead soldiers in half. In an instant, flesh and blood flew, and the picture was terrible!

"Go back and tell the group of old guys in Jiuman Palace that "Lich God Record" is worth a thousand young seeds of Qingyu Yinglong. You don't want it. There are probably many people who want to win thousands of fields!"

Jian Fengyun's cold voice suddenly sounded in the void around him, which immediately made Baili Ke stunned. The anti-vacuum trapping formation in front of him suddenly dispersed and turned back to the shield of Bei'an City. The surging death warriors were blocked from the shield and could not enter at all.

Seeing this scene, Baili Ke was stunned. His exhausted body couldn't help but look at the Bei'an City Tower, but he only saw a white back walking down the city tower.

The disciples of the Jiuman Palace also looked at Baili Ke with Baili Ke's eyes. They only saw an empty city and couldn't help but focus their eyes on Baili Ke in front of them.

"Son of the Holy Son, what should we do now?" asked the disciples of the Jiuman Palace.

"Go back and tell the elders everything here!" Bai Li Ke looked at the shadow of Kongying on the city tower deeply, and after a while, he withdrew his gaze, sighed, and said lightly.

The disciples of the Jiuman Palace were stunned when they heard Bai Li Ke's words, and their eyes were a little surprised.

Theirs know about this saint son. Since Saint Jing appeared in the Jiuman Palace, he has become eager for quick success and instant benefits. All the tasks he took in the sect were completed perfectly. Everyone knows that Baili Ke is the key training target of the Jiuman Point.

However, this time, when he met Jian Fengyun, Baili Ke actually gave up directly. Going back was equivalent to a failure in the mission. Unexpectedly, Baili Ke was willing to give up!"

"Let's go, go back to Jiuman Palace!" Baili Ke said slightly, then his figure flashed and rose into the air.

How could the disciples of Jiuman Palace know that when they were facing death just now, Baili Ke had already figured it out. What is more precious than living?

After walking in front of the gates of hell, I felt that things outside of life and death were not so important.

Everyone from Jiuman Palace left. In Bei'an City, Jian Fengyun had already arranged for everyone from Bei'an City to stay. All the dead would compensate 100,000 low-grade spirit stones. Then he ordered the thirteenth medicine that had been staying at the Jian family to refine the elixir, and distributed the healing pills to heal the injured in Bei'an City this time.

After a while, it was dusk. The afterglow of the sunset fell on the city tower of Bei'an City. The bodies on the city tower had been completely disposed of. The dead soldiers outside the city were all killed as Huang Wu broke free from the formation.

It was not dark at night, and the lights were already brightly lit in Bei'an City. Although I won, there were still white papers all over the city. In this battle, I don’t know how many children lost their fathers, how many wives lost their husbands, how many white-haired people sent their black-haired people, how many brothers separated their yin and yang... I only know that the cheers in Bei'an City were not loud.

However, no one in Bei'an City had any complaints. For these ordinary warriors in Bei'an City, they may only earn a few thousand spirit stones a year, and a hundred thousand spirit stones are enough for their parents, wife and children to spend the rest of their lives.

Looking at the faint smell of blood all over the city, Jian Fengyun's gaze became even colder on the city tower.

Holy Soul Sword Sect! He will definitely get revenge for this hatred!

"Boss, I will definitely practice hard. In the future, the bunny guys of the Holy Soul Sword Sect are good-looking!" Wang Chuyuan said gritting his teeth.

The Wang family is also a big family in Bei'an City. A few days ago, when he returned with the boss, he returned to the Wang family and was still admired by them in the family. Now, they turned into cold corpses and could no longer speak. They could only lie in the dark coffin. Wang Chuyuan's heart couldn't help but feel ache.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Jian Xueer, who was standing beside him, kept holding Jian Fengyun's left hand, and looked at Jian Fengyun quietly with a pretty and fair little face.

"I'm fine!" Jian Fengyun turned slightly, a gentle look appeared on his tired face, and he grabbed the white and gentle little hand with his left hand.

"Oh, if you have something to do, you can tell Xueer. Xueer can help you share the burden with the young master!" When the girl heard this, Shui Ling's eyes blinked slightly, and she immediately said to Jian Fengyun seriously.

Looking at the girl's well-behaved appearance, Jian Fengyun smiled slightly and said, "Okay, the young master must tell Xueer if you have something to do!"

With Jian Fengyun's affirmation, a satisfied smile appeared on the girl's pretty face.

Almost at the same time, Jian Fengyun swept around and realized that something seemed to be missing from around him. He couldn't help but speak and ask Wang Chuyuan beside him: "Fat man, where is Yuan Feng?"

At this time, he realized that he had never seen Yuan Feng since he came out of seclusion. Could something have happened?

Wang Chuyuan was slightly stunned, his eyes turned, and he recalled: "Yuan Feng went back when you were in seclusion. It seemed that there was an enemy attack in Tianyang Imperial City. Go back to help. He is now in the Spirit King Realm. There will be no danger in the Imperial City. Boss, don't worry!"

wrong!

Jian Fengyun's eyes instantly condensed, and his face suddenly became heavier.

The imperial city was attacked, and then Bei'an City was attacked, and there were unprecedented numbers of people coming to attack, so the two must be related.

"Fatty, what day has it been since Bei'an City been attacked?" Jian Fengyun asked suddenly.

When Wang Chuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but wonder, and said, "Today should be the seventh day. If the group of people outside had not attacked for seven consecutive days, how could the formation I had carefully prepared before be broken?"

When Jian Fengyun heard this, his eyes became cold...
Chapter completed!