Nangong Yu never dreamed that he would receive an order from the sect to kill Ye Wentian at such a time.

Since all the major sects have strongholds at the top of the sun and moon, the news that Ye Wentian has won the King of Trials has already spread, which naturally includes the Soul Splitting Sect.

After the trial, Ye Xinyi did not appear, when the news was learned by Ye Zhiqiu, who had just come out of the customs, he fainted angrily, in his opinion, with the grievances between Ye Wentian and the sect, his own daughter must have died at his hands. So, after Ye Zhiqiu obtained the approval of the sect master, he put forward a condition for the Fan Demon Sect: to exchange Ye Wentian's head for the qualification to attach.

Nangong Yu sighed: "In order to grasp the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of attaching to the Soul Splitting Sect, my father will definitely go all out, not only will the power here be mobilized, but also the power will be directly drawn from within the sect, and this time the hunting for the spirit ring is likely to be more dangerous than the trial." ”

"Will there be a Spirit Emperor?" Dugu Jian asked.

Nangong Yu thought for a while and then shook his head: "It shouldn't be, the Fan Demon Sect is not as good as the Ten Sects of the Green Dragon, there are only three Spirit Emperor powerhouses in total, and they will definitely not pull down their subordinates to participate in this kind of thing, but there should be more than one Spirit Saint level powerhouse, and the Spirit King may be more!"

"That's a bastard, go, go and contact Yu Taihang and Lilai!" Dugu Jian strode out, if anyone dares to stop him, then be ready to splash blood in five steps.

"Yes, I'm afraid of an egg! fight!" Nangong Yu also clenched his fists and rushed out.

......

In the Tower of Eternity, Qin Jiushao sent Ye Wentian to the bottom of the steps, and told him to be careful before leaving uneasily.

Ip Mantian and Monica walked up the stairs, and walked into the Eternal Hall along the white carpet with their faces as usual.

Feiyue still sat on the throne at the end of the carpet, as if to confirm the word eternity, her hairstyle and clothes had never changed.

Ye Wentian bowed to Feiyue and said hello, his gaze falling on the right side of the main hall. There are three people standing on the right, the first of which is a dignified woman whose face is seven points similar to Monica, except that Monica's lip line is very hard, while her lip line is soft.

When Monica saw this woman, she immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Mom!"

This woman made of water is the current dragon king of Silver Dragon City: Martina.

Her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her lips, and her qiē all give people a feeling as gentle as water. She is more than 1.8 meters tall, with a mysterious silver pattern in the center of her eyebrows, long blonde hair hanging straight down, the tips of her hair rising up at the waist, and a silver crown on her head. A silver gauze dress hung down to the ground and dragged a full three meters behind her.

Ye Wentian's gaze subconsciously fell on her high bulging chest again, in terms of figure, she is on par with Monica, probably due to more mature reasons, the lethality is stronger and more terrifying.

As if sensing Ye Wentian's gaze, Martina frowned slightly, and her eyes began to become cold.

"Bold, you actually blasphemy the Silver Dragon Queen, her crime should be punished!" The elder on the left behind the Silver Dragon Queen shouted with a scepter, and with a huge sound, the supreme-level Long Wei unceremoniously pressed over.

Monica exclaimed, and was about to stop Long Wei's attack, but was stopped by a look from the Silver Dragon Queen.

Ye Wentian's face remained unchanged, his feet were slightly wrong, and a blood-red light appeared in front of him, and the unique murderous aura of the Divine Martial Spirit Punishment Heaven was released.

The terrifying dragon power swept like a tsunami, but it was split in two by the red light, and slid past both sides of Ye Wentian, and the aftermath slapped on his body, without causing any damage, and he didn't even take a step back.

In the face of the supreme-level Long Wei, he didn't retreat a single step! Whether it was the Silver Dragon Queen or the two elders behind her, they all showed shocked looks, and the elder who opened his mouth to scold him was even more embarrassed, only Feiyue showed a faint playful smile.

"Is this the rule of Silver Dragon City? It's really an eye-opener for me!" Ye Wentian sneered disdainfully.

"Little bastard, you dare to despise Silver Dragon City!" a taunt made the grumpy elder's hair stand on end, his robe was encouraging, and the silver light on his scepter flowed, and he was almost about to shoot out in anger and blast this kid who dared to despise Silver Dragon City into slag.

"Little bastard, I'm a disciple of Teacher Feiyue, you'd better think clearly before you speak, don't spray dragon dung everywhere!"

Hearing Ye Wentian say this, the elder suddenly shrank in fright, and glanced at the flying moon on the throne.

Feiyue finally spoke, and her voice was solemn as if coming from the sky: "Martina, he is my personal disciple, take care of your dog, don't blame me for skinning his dragon skin if you dare to bark again." ”

"You call me a dog?" The elder looked at Feiyue in disbelief, although he knew how terrifying Feiyue was, he didn't expect her to be so faceless and insulting the second elder of the dignified Silver Dragon City.

"Huh?" Feiyue's gaze slanted slightly, and the elder suddenly trembled and almost softened, if it weren't for the support of the great elder beside him, it was estimated that he would have made a fool of himself on the spot.

The second elder was horrified in his heart: a single look made him lose his mind, how terrifying was this flying moon? It seems that she was not so unfathomable twenty years ago!

Feiyue of the Silver Dragon Lady Dynasty bowed down and apologized: "Feiyue, your personal disciple is enslaving my daughter, even if you protect your shortcomings, you should give us a reasonable explanation, otherwise not only will I not agree, but Silver Dragon City will not agree." ”

Feiyue said: "Enslavement? Your daughter Monica was mixed into the trial, destroying the difficulty of the trial, and hundreds of people were killed! I hate others breaking my rules the most, and I didn't kill her, but just punished her to be a maid for my disciple for three years, which is already the greatest mercy." ”

"Silver Dragon City can give enough compensation, but let the dignified Silver Dragon Princess become a maid, where is the majesty of my Silver Dragon City!" Martina looked directly at Feiyue, but she didn't give an inch.

"Martina, I see that you have healed the scar and forgotten the pain, what, do you think that you can be presumptuous in front of me if you have made progress in your cultivation in the past few years? Believe it or not, I will lock you up for another three years!" Feiyue was condescending, leaning forward, and an inexplicable evil smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The word "again" is very reverie, it seems that this silver dragon queen has a very unbearable past.

Sure enough, a flush appeared on Martina's face, and she immediately regained her composure, and she was about to continue arguing, but Monica rushed over and grabbed her arm.

"Mom, you misunderstood, I wasn't wronged, really!" Monica hurriedly explained, she had already learned the unpredictable methods of Feiyue, and she didn't want to let her mother be humiliated again.

Martina took a deep breath, the silver yarn on her chest fluctuated, she glared at Monica, shook her hand and took out an engram crystal from her sleeve, the crystal bloomed out of the light curtain, and an ambiguous scene appeared on the light curtain: Ye Wentian was carrying Monica wrapped in a big cloth, Monica was scolding while struggling, and Ye Wentian waved her ass at every turn, and finally the backs of the two disappeared at the main entrance of the Dream Immortal Residence.

"You sue me, how do you explain this?" Martina turned to look at Ye Wentian, her voice was cold, and her silver eyes shot with anger.