Return of the War God

Wei Xiong, who was standing in the void with his hands behind his back, was expressionless, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations from that square face, but a pair of eyes that looked like needles were condescending and stayed on Zhou Lieyang's body.

The world seemed to have fallen into boundless silence again, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

"It's easy to dissolve two such mighty forces quietly, such a cultivation base, such a realm, it's really... powerful."

The light in his eyes was like electricity, and a whisper sounded in Ye Wuque's heart, but it also made his spiritual will firmer.

At this moment, Zhou Lieyang is very uncomfortable. He bends down slightly, faces down, clasps his fists, and shoots straight at Wei Xiong, who is in the sky. The wrinkles on the old face are knotted, and there is a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. Deep in his eyes, there was a deep fear.

Because Zhou Lieyang felt that a boundless coercion was pressing down on his body through the sharp eyes in the sky, like falling into an abyss, like going to hell, he felt as if he had become a lamb. Shivering in the icy sky and snow, helpless and hopeless.

Although Qi Shilong on the other side had the same movements as Zhou Lieyang, he was extremely relaxed, his eyes swept across Zhou Lieyang, who was desperately patient, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"This matter, so far."

Withdrew his gaze on Zhou Lieyang, Wei Xiong's words sounded faintly, but his tone was unquestionable, and it echoed in everyone's ears. And with Wei Xiong's words, everyone seemed to feel a sense of relaxation around them, and there was no longer that kind of silent depression and stagnation.

Zhou Lieyang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that he made the right bet.

In the battle of hundreds of cities, as long as you don't die, you don't ask for the means.

This sentence was said by Wei Xiong himself. Zhou Lieyang knew that Wei Xiong had always been one-sided and selfless. As long as people didn't die, everything could be negotiated.

As for the cultivation base being abolished and the tendons broken?

Skills are not as good as people, that's what they deserve!

"Okay, after a little delay, those who passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War, come with me."

"buzz"

The storage ring that Ye Wuque gave to Wei Xiong was sent back by a force, and the bloody knife was also sent into the storage ring again.

"Boom"

With a wave of Wei Xiong's right hand, the white door of light on the horizon suddenly shone with a dazzling white light, and the ethereal aura swept away again, completely covering the dozens of young monks who passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War.

Just as Zhou Lieyang looked at the slender figure shrouded in white light in the sky with a hint of chill, a faint voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Lieyang's ear, and the tone was equally unquestionable.

"Cruel and bloodthirsty, there is no bottom line. After Zhou Huo's injury is healed, he will be sent to Hell City."

Zhou Lieyang's old face instantly turned pale.

...

"Om..."

The two separated Yuanli apertures were dragged by a force and flew in the void.

The roar of Yuan Li came from the ear, and in one of the Yuan Li apertures, Ye Wuque, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, and the three sisters of the Mo family stood side by side.

"Little white lotus, is the injury on your face okay?"

Touching Mo Bai Ou's little head, Ye Wu Que asked with some distress.

"It's alright, Brother Ye, it will be fine in a few days, and you have avenged me too!"

The big eyes play like a crescent moon, and Mo Baiou is smiling.

Lovingly hugging Mo Baiou's shoulder, Mo Honglian continued, "I can't believe that this old man Zhou Lieyang would turn right and wrong and want to kill you regardless of right and wrong."

"This time, if City Lord Qi didn't help in time, you would be in danger."

Sima Ao also had a look of fear on his face.

"It seems that we have to beware of the city owner of this Zihuo main city in the future."

Nodding lightly, a faint light flashed across Lin Yingluo's cold eyes.

"Hehe, don't worry, with City Lord Qi here, Zhou Lieyang doesn't dare to stumbling on me blatantly, but it's still right to be careful."

Seeing that everyone was worried about his own safety, Ye Wuque's heart warmed and replied with a smile.

Immediately, he glanced at Nalan Yan who was standing on the other side of Yuanli's aperture.

When his expression changed, Ye Wuque stepped forward, stopped in front of Nalan Yan, clasped his fists in a salute, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help just now, Miss Nalan."

It seemed that there was no surprise to Ye Wuque's arrival, and the pair of beautiful moonlight eyes on Nalan Yan's heroic face shone with lustre.

She is tall and slender, wearing a white and green close-fitting martial arts skirt with round shoulders and a high chest. The close-fitting martial arts skirt wraps a thin waist, forming an amazingly charming arc after going down, and then a pair of straight Beautiful legs, graceful posture, and slim.

"Young Master Ye is very polite. If Master Ye hadn't arrived in time in Yuanyang Hall, it would still be a problem whether Nalan could stand here and speak. Therefore, if it is about saving people, it is Master Ye who saved Nalan first."

On weekdays, Nalanyan is very heroic and intelligent. Many young talents in Tianfeng's main city are attracted by her sassy temperament that is different from other women, and she can't see Nalanyan showing her daughter's unique attitude at all. .

At this moment, Ye Wuque was blessed to be able to see it, his bright eyes looked at the moist and beautiful eyes, Ye Wuque smiled slightly: "Miss Nalan is serious, no matter what, Ye will have something to do with today's affairs in a few days. report."

After the two exchanged a few words again, Ye Wuque returned to the girls, sat cross-legged and practiced.

In the distance, Nalan Yan's gaze glanced at Ye Wuque who was practicing with closed eyes from time to time, her eyes were inexplicable.

"Haha, Nalan, staring at Ye Wuque so intently, do you like him? Tsk tsk, those young talents in our main city of Tianfeng are going to be sad."

The lively one of the other two monks in the main city of Tianfeng suddenly smiled and spoke with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The teasing from behind made Na Lanyan look away, then sat down cross-legged without answering, but her red lips evoked a charming arc.

This scene was watched by several women.

The little white lotus pouted, Mo Honglian seemed to be thinking about something, Mo Qingye, like Ye Wuque, was immersed in the training, only Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed a hint of serenity.

"Buzz..."

Yuanli's aperture trembled in the void, and it took off for half an hour in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? The speed has slowed down."

Mo Honglian, who was the first to wake up from training, noticed the state of Yuanli's aperture.

"Looks like the destination has arrived."

Ye Wuque, who opened his eyes, flashed light in the depths of his eyes, stood up, and then the five stood side by side, waiting quietly.

"Om..."

The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and a stalwart figure was suddenly revealed. Behind it, dozens of young faces followed.

Wei Xiong, who turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and said to the dozens of young monks in front of him: "For the next three days, you will rest here and adjust your state. After three days, someone will come to pick you up. ."

"call out"

After saying this, Wei Xiong rose into the air and turned into a streamer and galloped away into the distance.

"Look! That's..."

Suddenly someone screamed, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Hey! I read that right!"

"Could it be... the first main city?"

"It must be right!"

...

There were bursts of exclamations among the dozens of cultivators, and their tone was full of surprise and excitement, as if they had seen something extraordinary!

There was also a flash of shock and excitement in Ye Wuque's eyes. At the end of his eyes, in the direction of the streamer that Wei Xiong had turned into the sky, and far away from here, a huge golden city stood majestically!

Despite the incomparably far distance, Ye Wuque can still feel a boundless power from that golden city!

Ruo Yuanyang Palace gives the impression of being vast and simple, as if the years have accumulated, and it has been quietly waiting for the destined people who can open it.

Then this golden city is an ancient domineering!

It lies there, just like sitting in time, nothing can shake it, nothing can destroy it, ancient and powerful, domineering and majestic, the mottled years seem to have been unable to describe it, only the other two words Yes, forever.

"The first main city... It's really fascinating!"

Ye Wuque, who withdrew his gaze, bowed his head slightly, his eyes were hot and bright, and he clenched his fists, and then he was the first to walk to the group of buildings that were separated from each other and connected to each other more than ten feet away.

"These small buildings also look extremely old!"

Looking at the simple and elegant small buildings in front of him, Mo Baiou opened his mouth in surprise.

"That's natural. This should be the place where the participants temporarily rest in every Hundred Cities War."

Then Mo Baiou said, Mo Honglian's eyes showed a trace of emotion.

The other dozens of cultivators also recovered from the excitement of seeing the first main city for the first time, dispersed and walked towards the small building they chose.

"sing"

A subtle sword chant sounded, and the elegant minister carried a long sword on his back, and his clear eyes flashed with throbbing, as if he had seen these small buildings and thought of something.

Ye Wuque keenly noticed that most of the young powerhouses he had noticed on the White Jade Stage were still in it, but there were even more mysterious and powerful fresh faces.

The three people from the southeast, the one headed by the black martial robe, has a unique temperament, stands out from the crowd, the breath is like a sea, and the whole body exudes a cold air, like a piece of ice that has not melted for a thousand years.

The three people from the southwest were dressed in strange clothes. Although they looked different, their temperament was surprisingly consistent. The three of them stood together in an incomparable harmony, but it gave people a very dangerous feeling.

There are three big fat men in the east, all of them are like Roshan, weighing at least three hundred kilograms.

In the west, there are three pretty but pale women. This paleness seems to be innate, not because of lack of qi and blood. The three women's breath seems to be floating, their breathing is extremely shallow, but their bodies are incomparably enchanting.

...

Looking around, Ye Wuque's heart became more and more strange. He glanced at the elegant minister with a long sword on his back again, no longer stopped, nodded to the others, and randomly selected a small building, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards it. And go.

Sima Ao followed Ye Wuque and chose another small building on the left.

The remaining four women also chose the connected small buildings in turn, so that they can take care of each other, and if something happens, they can arrive in the shortest time.

There are many empty small buildings, there are hundreds of them, enough for everyone to live in temporarily.

The layout in the small building is extremely simple, with a round table, two seats and a wooden bed, that's all.

Ye Wuque sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, first activated the holy way and entered the practice, and after two hours of quiet practice, his closed eyes opened.

The storage ring on his right hand flickered, and a scroll appeared on his right hand. It was the scroll that was snatched from Zhou Huo in Yuanyang Palace, and there was a faint brilliance on it.

"Huang-level low-grade unique skills, red cover Siyang Gong."

Then, the light of the storage ring flashed again, and another thing was taken out by Ye Wuque and held in his left hand, which was also a scroll.

"Yellow-level low-grade unique skills, the month is short of treasures."

He let out a sigh of relief, holding a scroll in one hand, Ye Wuque resisted a trace of excitement in his heart, and the words that Ji Yuanyang had last told him echoed in his mind at the edge of Yuanli Jingliu.