Dongfang Lei thought for a while and then said, "In short, the relationship between them is not simple." Feng Mo couldn't help but roll her eyes. Who didn't know that the relationship between Emperor Zun and Master Ye was not simple. But she also understood Dongfang Lei's concerns. Who knew if there were Emperor Zun's secret guards in the dark? What if he said the wrong thing and Emperor Zun and Murong Poison Master regretted reinforcing the formation for them? Thinking about the formation, Feng Mo felt aggrieved again. Her original intention was to hope that Emperor Zun and Murong Poison Master would consolidate the formation first, but they insisted on consolidating it before leaving the Nightless City. This is the right of the strong and the sorrow of the weak! On the other side, Feng Mo has not shown up yet, and people from the Yao Zong and other forces are very anxious. "Why hasn't Lord Feng come yet? Doesn't she want to see us?" "Maybe there's something I haven't finished yet!" "The City that Never Sleeps is a gathering place for desperadoes, but they will not offend so many of our forces." Time passed, and when all the cultivators were about to lose their patience, Feng Mo's figure finally appeared. "Lord Feng City is here!" Seeing Feng Mo, all the cultivators stood up one after another and greeted him warmly. "Lord Feng City!" After greeting them one by one, the Great Elder of the Medicine Sect asked straight to the point, "City Master Feng, when the Tower of Time descends on the city that never sleeps, should we give some opportunities to cultivators who are below the level of transcending tribulation?" "That's right, Lord Feng City, after all, not every proud man of heaven has reached the level of a tribulation-transcending monk." Hearing this sentence, many people present looked at the Yao Sect, Xingyue Immortal Sect and other forces with jealousy, because their beloved son came out of the ancient secret realm and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. Feng Mo kept smiling and said nothing, but saw the changes in the expressions of every cultivator present. After they finished speaking, Feng Mo slowly said, "According to past practice, our city that never sleeps will indeed give you a hundred places for cultivators who are below the level of transcending tribulation." Hearing this, all the cultivators present immediately smiled, and then thought about trying hard to get a few more places later. As a result, Feng Mo's next words directly poured cold water on them, which was really heartbreaking! "However, Xieyun Palace has already taken these one hundred places." After Feng Mo finished speaking, she began to appreciate the wonderful changes in their expressions. The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the Great Elder of the Medicine Sect came to his senses first, "City Lord Feng, you can't be like this!" "Yes, yes, this is unfair to us!" "There are a hundred places, how many of us can we have, right?" "How about you add some more places?" Listening to their dissatisfied words, Feng Mo was not angry at all. After they finished speaking, she said, "You are afraid of Evil Cloud Palace, aren't we afraid of the Nightless City?" As soon as these words came out, everyone present did not dare to speak out because they were also afraid. A smile flashed across Feng Mo's eyes, "Xieyun Palace has already taken away the one hundred places, you can go and compete with Emperor Zun now, maybe you still have a chance. As for increasing the number of quotas, I will not increase it even if you go to hell. You think about your own powerful families, and I also want to think about the practitioners in the Nightless City. " After saying that, Feng Mo and Dongfang Lei turned and left. Their pace seemed smooth, but in fact they were very nervous. After all, if they started fighting now, they would not be the opponents of these people. The arrival of the Tower of Time in the Nightless City is an indisputable fact. People from the Yao Zong and other forces do not want to offend the Nightless City. They are afraid that City Lord Feng will trigger the formation in a rage and throw all of them out of the Nightless City. City. This has naturally happened before, so many forces are envious of the city that never sleeps for having such a protective formation. Therefore, no one feels aggrieved now. "Xieyun Palace actually took away a hundred places in one breath. Emperor Zun didn't leave any chance to us!" "How about we go see the Emperor and get a few spots?" "No matter what, I'm going to try." As a result, a group of cultivators quickly left the city lord's palace and began to inquire about Ye Mulin's whereabouts, while not forgetting to report the situation back. When the major forces in Senluo Continent heard that all the one hundred places through the back door had been taken away by Xieyun Palace, they felt really anxious and hateful, and then they all discussed how to win a few places from Xieyun Palace. At the same time, some cultivators suddenly remembered something, that is, the Canglan Ye family and the Zongzheng family had brought many disciples below the level of Tribulation to the City that never sleeps. "Quick, quick, get someone to investigate the situation of Xieyun Palace, Canglan Ye Family and Zongzheng Family, especially how many disciples they have brought to the City that never sleeps." Xieyun Palace, Canglan Ye Family and Zongzheng Family did not deliberately hide anything, so everything became clear as soon as they went to investigate. When the leader of the Medicine Sect saw that the disciple sent out to investigate had returned, he signaled that he did not need to salute, and asked in an urgent tone, "He Cheng, how is the information gathering going?" He Cheng glanced at the sect leader and reported the situation truthfully. "Sect Master, Xieyun Palace has brought twenty-five disciples who have transcended the calamity and below, Canglan Ye family has brought forty-three disciples who have transcended the calamity and below, Zongzheng family has brought eighteen disciples who have transcended the calamity and below, Canglan The Nalan family has brought four disciples who are below the level of transcending tribulation, the Canglan Tang family, the Mu family, the Han family, and the Yun family and the Jiang family from Overseas Territory, each have brought two disciples who are below the level of transcending tribulation." After saying that, He Cheng kept his head lowered, not daring to look at the sect leader's face at all. Because the total number of these disciples is exactly one hundred, they don't even have a chance to compete with Xieyun Palace. The head of the Medicine Sect looked ugly, because he knew in his heart that they had no chance. "Why did Xieyun Palace give so many places to the Canglan Ye family?" He Cheng raised his head and quickly glanced at the Medicine Sect Master, and whispered, "Master, have you forgotten about the Shura Fighting Arena? Emperor Zun helped Ye Feiran contract the ancient Mingfeng, so..." As soon as these words came out, there was nothing I didn’t understand. The head of the Medicine Sect sighed softly, "Alas, our Medicine Sect is not so lucky. The Canglan Ye family and the Zongzheng family have completely climbed into the Xieyun Palace, and the Fengyun Third Team has also taken advantage of it." The Medicine Sect had found out about this news, and naturally other forces had also found out about it, and they all looked disappointed. Even if they run to fight for the quota now, it is impossible for Xieyun Palace, Canglan Ye Family and Zongzheng Family to allocate it to them! Suddenly, not only the top leaders of each force were heartbroken, but also the proud ones who had just overcome the tribulation. Regardless of their reaction, the one hundred backdoor quotas have now successfully entered the city that never sleeps. As soon as he entered the city that never sleeps, Ye Yuheng immediately sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Raner, we are here!"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
