The four people who were named looked at each other, and they were silent for a while, they could get the inheritance of their grandmother, and their cultivation would definitely soar into the sky, the eldest brother of the four was the cultivation of the God Emperor Realm, followed by Yi Zhijian, and Yi Sleeve and Yi Sleeve were not enough to mention, so who would it be?

"Sleeve mercy, you speak first. www.biquge.info"Yi Baisu waited for a moment and saw that no one spoke, so he named Yi Sleeve to give his opinion first.

"Grandmother, the eldest brother is profound, and I think the eldest brother should be elected. Yi Zhilian knew that his cultivation was too poor, so he voted for Yi Zhi'an.

Yi Baisu nodded slightly, and suddenly asked again: "Zhijian, what do you think?"

Yi Zhijian is the only one of the third generation of the Yi family who has not been married, and he is also relatively young, so he hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Grandmother, I also think that the eldest brother can do it." ”

"Yes, grandmother, the eldest brother has been inherited, and we have no opinion. Yi agreed.

"Well, if there is no objection, let Zhi'an inherit the position of the head of my Yi family!" Yi Baisu was very satisfied with the humility of her juniors, in fact, she had already been optimistic about Yi Zhi'an, but she just wanted everyone to be willing to say this result, so as to save the trouble of intrigue in the future.

Leaving aside the second generation of Yi Lingyu and Yi Chuanyun, they directly assigned the third generation of descendants to be the head of the family, which made the two sons have a touch of shock and disappointment in their eyes, but they didn't dare to disobey Yi Baisu, so they could only acquiesce to this result.

"It's all gone, Zhi'an, you stay......" Yi Baisu waved her hand, and she was relieved to settle the result. The rest of the people in the main hall are only witnesses to the future transfer of power to the Yi family.

Ye Fan felt that there was nothing to gain from this trip, except for seeing Yi Baisu with his own eyes, it was almost a waste of time, he was thinking about returning to Qianmeng City as soon as possible, and during this time, he could also collect the materials for refining the Fan Divine Pill.

Everyone in the Yi family is also at ease, there are no superfluous words to each other, and the family affection seems a little rusty, and when everyone is about to disperse, a high-pitched dragon chant suddenly came from outside the palace!

The dragon's groan shook the valley, declaring great danger!

"It's not good! It's white!" Ishyong stood up, his old eyes revealing panic.

This kind of roar of the White God Dragon is definitely not normal, what happened?

"Go and take a look!" Yi Bai Su shouted in a deep voice, an accident in the Yi family was what she was most worried about, and now that the upper power structure of the God Realm was on the verge of collapse, no one knew what kind of variables would happen.

Everyone in the Yi family rushed out of the hall and rushed towards the snow lake! The dragon's groan became even more sad and desperate, and the roar was like a dying and struggling trapped beast, making the Yi family feel distressed like a knife.

"Hahaha...... Where is the White Saint King?" A long laugh came from the sky, and two figures stood proudly in the air, one of them was surrounded by dozens of golden circles of light, and the beast patterns on the brocade robe were about to come out, this person's face was as white as frost, and there was an indescribable weird sense of horror, with long hair and a shawl, and a blood-colored plum blossom printed on the center of his eyebrows.

It was this brocade-robed man who spoke, and the other person was surrounded by black qi, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and he was also wearing a mask, which was very mysterious!

The white dragon that rushed out of the snow lake was entangled and bound by the strength of black silk threads, and let out a mournful roar, but it couldn't get out, and those black silk threads fell into its flesh and skin, strangling out golden blood one after another, which was extremely painful.

Seeing the terrible danger that Bai Shenlong was in, Ye Fan's eyebrows were tightly locked, those black lines made his face very solemn, the master hidden in the black qi was probably stronger than the brocade robe!

"Who are you, dare to break into the Holy King's Palace, harm my Yi family's guardian beast!" Yi Lingyu pointed at these two and shouted in a deep voice, he was the boss, he didn't come out at this time, and his face was nowhere to rest.

"It's really presumptuous, in front of this king, you dare to be disrespectful!" the brocade-robed man sneered, "Yi Baisu, don't come out quickly, and tell the younger generation of your Yi family! Although this king is low-key, he has also been famous in the Western God Realm and has done several amazing things. ”

If you can call yourself this king, it must be one of the Nine Bright Saint Kings!

"Are you...... Yin Saint King!" Izhian called out the strange man's name!

The Yin Saint King has always been ranked at the bottom of the Nine Saint Kings, rarely appearing, and is mysterious, but the sequence of the Nine Saint Kings is not simply determined by strength, if you deliberately hide your strength, it is even more impossible to guess.

"What are you doing at my Yi house?" and who is he?" Yi Bai Su appeared with the help of the old man, and looked at the two of them coldly.

The Yin Saint King laughed, "Yi Baisu, this king is here, naturally there is something important to discuss with you, and I believe you have heard of the name of this one, he is hidden without life." ”

"Hidden without life...... Tibetan ......" Yi Baisu repeated the name, and suddenly her face changed greatly, and incomparable fear appeared in her eyes, pointing at the person who did not disperse the black qi, and exclaimed: "You are the son of the Lord of the Ten Thousand Tibetan Gods!"

"Yes, Yi Baisu, it seems that you have not forgotten the name of your father, I am here this time to get back the things of the past, are you ready?"

Yi Baisu's hand holding the dragon's head cane couldn't help but tremble, as a holy king, her strength has reached the realm of quasi-god masters, but when facing this hidden life, she showed endless fear, it was a fear from the bottom of her heart, deeply rooted in the end of the soul!

"No, you can't...... I can't ......" Ibesu suddenly screamed out of control, "He has fallen for ten thousand years, that thing should not be reborn!

"Presumptuous! Yi Baisu, as the maid of my collector's family, did not help the master of the family when he was in danger, but stole the master's treasure, you are guilty of a great sin, and it will be difficult to get rid of it! If you hand over my treasures today, you will be spared the punishment of cutting off your children and grandchildren, and if you are obsessed, the master will kill your Yi surname!" Zang Wusheng drank it, and a black hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, grabbing the countless black silk threads that were wrapped around the White Divine Dragon, pinching his five fingers, and the sound of cracking sounded ruthlessly, the White Divine Dragon let out a terrible roar, and in the blink of an eye, countless flesh and blood flew away, and the corpses turned into a bloody rain in the sky, falling towards the center of the lake, dyed a piece of gold!

"You are such a ruthless method!The children and grandchildren of the Yi family, kill them for me!" Yi Bai Su knew that the situation was no longer maneuvering, and there was no other way to go except to fight to the death, her hunch was not wrong, and the Yi family ushered in the most serious challenge in history!

Only then did Ye Fan know that Yi Baisu was from a humble background and worked as a maid under the command of the Wanzang Divine Lord, probably because of this experience, which gave her the opportunity to win the quasi-divine master, and then followed the Divine Lord of Light and was crowned as the holy king.

Now that the Divine Lord of Light is half-dead and his whereabouts are unknown, some hidden forces have heard the wind and moved, and the descendants of the Ten Thousand Tibetan Divine Lord are one of them