Chapter 013: The Eighth Personal Disciple
Bai Li's heart was completely churning, and he stared at Ye Xin in disbelief.
This young man, who didn't seem to be as old as himself, made the famous butcher tremble.
The Bai family's family heirloom magic skills are peerless, and there will be outsiders who will learn them.
And he has cultivated to the point where his ancestors have not entered the realm of legends, and the hell of Ah Bi has come.
With the blood and anger of hundreds of millions of living beings, it turned into the most evil and gloomy Nine Hells.
The three thousand wolf riders, the six major sects and the Kunlun faction* were completely immersed in fear.
Compared with Bai Li, at this time, they felt that Ye Xin was the most terrifying devil in the world.
His whole body is a hell where the world is buried.
They didn't know that in the Heavenly Realm of Gods and Demons, there were so many gods and demons who died in Ye Xin's hands.
With millions of gods and demons as the guide, hundreds of millions of living beings as sacrifices.
The hell he condensed in his body was terrifying and terrifying, and the aura was monstrous.
If all of them were released, even the powerful Ancient Gods, Ancient Demons, would not be able to resist the impact of that strong evil qi.
The soul and body were instantly devoured by the Hell and turned into an evil spirit from hell.
Bai Li asked, "How can you know my Bai family's family heirloom magic skills." ”
"When did "God Killing Decision" become your Bai family's exclusive magic skill? Could it be that it was created by Bai Tusheng?"
Ye Xin smiled disdainfully.
Then he put his hands behind his back, restrained the hell of his nose, and said the past indifferently with his temperament.
"Back then, Bai Tusheng was that stinky boy, kneeling in front of me, begging me to save his life and eliminate the anger in his body that grew and raged due to excessive thirst for killing. ”
Thousands of years ago, when he was competing for the world, Bai Tusheng was originally a general of the Dazhi Dynasty, Ye Xin created "Killing the God Decision" to save his life, and then took refuge in Daxia and became the four founding generalissimos.
"Bai Li see the ancestor. ”
Listening to Ye Xin's words, Bai Li immediately restrained his arrogance and knelt down in front of Ye Xin.
Although the Bai family has been in the past dynasties, the ancestor has not been mentioned at all.
But on the other side, the legendary Abi Hell Realm was used, and Bai Li firmly believed in Ye Xinjiao's Bai Tusheng's "Killing God Decision".
Such a terrifying powerhouse, there is no need to lie to him about this matter.
The hell realm of Ah Nose is also ironclad evidence.
Even killing the ancestor of the god himself can't reach this realm, I'm afraid that only its creator can reach this terrifying realm.
The attitude towards Ye Xin instantly changed from hatred to respect.
For the god-killing ancestors, Bai Li worships blindly.
Naturally, he is extremely respectful to the ancestor who taught the "God Killing Decision" to the ancestors.
"Is your ancestor Bai Tusheng still alive?"
Ye Xin did not refute the title of Shizu.
Although Bai Tusheng is not his apprentice, he can be regarded as half a teacher by passing on his exercises.
"Patriarch Qiqi, nearly a thousand years ago, the ancestor led an army to the wasteland alien race, and he had already died on the battlefield. ”
Bai Li's eyes were a little gloomy.
Bai Tusheng was big and small, fought thousands of battles, and never lost a single battle.
In the end, he was defeated in the hands of the wasteland aliens, and he lost his life, which was regarded as a great shame for the Bai family.
Therefore, the Bai family and the alien race in the wasteland have been enemies for generations, and the fight is fierce.
Bai Li's father, Bai Jingtian, is the commander of the million-dollar wasteland army, fighting against the wasteland aliens.
"Although the wasteland alien race is strong, Bai Tusheng is the top general at that time, and his ability and strength are rare in the world, how can he die on the battlefield?"
Ye Xin frowned slightly, a little unbelieving that Bai Tusheng would die in the wasteland.
Then he said indifferently: "Bai Li, you lead the way, I will go to Yuhuang City with you." ”
There are too many doubts, the safety of the Ye family, and whether some of the old people are still alive......
The trip to Yuhuang City, Ye Xin is imperative.
He must find out what happened after he left.
caused Ji Ba to take away the throne, and also tried to erase all records about himself in the world.
He never wanted to believe in his heart that Ji Ba would betray him.
Although he is a master and apprentice, he is like a brother and sister, and he is the person Ye Xin trusts the most and regards him as a relative.
"The Kunlun faction and I have an old relationship, so let them go. ”
Ye Xin said.
The ancestor spoke, Bai Li didn't dare not listen, and immediately withdrew his troops. ”
The ancestor spoke, and Bai Li decided to disobey the imperial decree, and he did not hesitate to do so.
It seems that Ye Xin is worshiped as an ancestor of the god of killing.
The terrible sight of Ah-nose hell still haunts my heart to this day.
"Thank you for your great kindness. ”
Mu Yingxue knelt on the ground gratefully, and Kunlun was finally saved.
"Thank you seniors for your great kindness. ”
Fu Feiyu and the others also knelt down and thanked them.
"Let's go down the mountain and go to Yuhuang City. ”
Ye Xin turned around and wanted to leave.
"Senior, Yingxue is very talented, my Kunlun is weak, I can't teach her to grow better, and I hope that my seniors will be pitiful, accept her as a disciple, and let her better play her talent. ”
Fu Feiyu suddenly opened his mouth to ask.
Although the person in front of him looked young, he was able to make Li Daozong, a master of the righteous path, willing to be a coachman.
For the famous Bai family, he created "Killing God", and even the butcher Bai Li has to respect the incomparably big man.
Mu Yingxue can worship him as a teacher, and she will definitely have a bright future.
He could also see that Ye Xin had a good impression of Mu Yingxue, otherwise he would not have passed on her swordsmanship, so he didn't want to miss the great opportunity in front of him.
Listening to her master's words, Mu Yingxue was stunned at first, and then stared at Ye Xin nervously.
In her heart, she is still very eager to worship Ye Xin, a super strong man, as a teacher.
Ye Xin stood on the spot, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"One woman doesn't have two husbands, and one apprentice can't worship two masters, this is my rule. ”
"If Miss Mu wants to worship under me, she must break away from the master-apprentice relationship with you and quit the Kunlun faction. ”
"Would you like her?"
Ye Xin was very interested in Mu Yingxue's Heavenly Dao Divine Light, and if she was willing to quit the Kunlun Sect, he wouldn't mind accepting her as her eighth disciple.
"Yingxue, from now on, you are no longer a member of my Kunlun faction, and we no longer have a master-apprentice relationship. ”
Fu Feiyu gritted his teeth and said firmly.
Although he was also very reluctant to let Mu Yingxue leave, Kunlun was too weak, and he didn't want Mu Yingxue to lose his good future because of his selfishness.
"Master...... I ......"
Mu Yingxue was anxious, although she wanted to worship Ye Xin as a teacher, but for Kunlun, her home since childhood, she was reluctant to leave.
"Ying Xue, don't say it again, Kunlun is too small to accommodate your top talent, you should have a bigger stage. ”
"Listen to the words of the teacher, withdraw from Kunlun, and worship Ye Xin's predecessors as the teacher. ”
Fu Feiyu persuaded earnestly.
"Master...... Even if Ying Xue is no longer a disciple of Kunlun in the future, she will always remember Kunlun's nurturing grace. ”
Mu Yingxue knelt down and bowed to Fu Feiyu three times.
Subsequently, he bowed to Ye Xin: "Disciple Mu Yingxue, meet Master." ”
"Get up, in the future, you will be the eighth personal disciple of the teacher. ”
Ye Xin smiled slightly and helped Mu Yingxue up.