Yang Wei actually didn't care much about this clan's merit points, he didn't want to return to any soul clan, he wanted to return to the earth! But he couldn't show it, so he didn't have any reason to refuse at all, so he could only let Delmar kindly work for him.

As soon as all the pseudo-gods saw that several true gods were gone, they immediately became active, and a few people who were closer to Yang Wei were already introducing themselves, Yang Wei was no stranger to this kind of entertainment, and he coped with it in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, "You are Yang Wei, the arrow god Yang Wei?!" This cry was full of surprise and disbelief, "Didn't you become a false god a long time ago?"

Yang Wei frowned, how could he have become a pseudo-god a long time ago? His name was known to others, he was not surprised, his name was known even to children. Yes, he laughed and teased: "I'm only fifteen years old, does my brother still think it's too late for me to become a pseudo-god?"

"Huh?!" was silent. Everyone thinks that Yang Wei is very young, but there are many people in this world who pretend to be young, and they can't see their real age by looking at their appearance, Yang Wei's behavior just now is appropriate, and seeing that he is sophisticated and mature in speaking and doing things, they all think that Yang Wei is also pretending to be young, and now I know that Yang Wei is really only fifteen years old, fifteen-year-old pseudo-god!

Now these pseudo-gods finally know why Delmar will look at Yang Wei differently, this is a demon, an absolute demon, and future achievements can be expected. Unexpectedly, the next sentence of that voice completely stunned them, this kid is no longer described as a demon.

The voice said in disbelief: "The last time you almost shot me to death with an arrow, you haven't achieved a false god yet?!" The man broke through the crowd and came out, it was the Xianbei National Master Hu Erchi. Hu Erchi looked at Yang Wei with questioning eyes, and Yang Wei also recognized it, it was the old man who caught his arrow in Zhuoxian last time, and he knew it in his heart.

Yang Wei nodded and said, "I have indeed just achieved a pseudo-god. "Kuerchi suddenly felt a little dizzy, this kid could be equal to himself at that time, and now after becoming a false god, wouldn't he be able to abuse himself completely?

In fact, he thought about it, unless Yang Wei could not use the shooting bow, if he used the shooting bow, he only had the power of an arrow, although an arrow would break the earth, but after an arrow, Yang Wei would be slaughtered, so as long as he faced two false gods at the same time, Yang Wei would only have the share of running away.

This greeting, Yang Wei knew one thing, there are pseudo-gods in all major sects with a long history, and some sects have more than one, fortunately, there are rules that pseudo-gods are not allowed to act at will, otherwise he killed so many people from all major sects in the Qingfeng Dart Bureau last time, as long as there is a pseudo-god, Taoism will only be completely destroyed.

Now the high-end combat power of Taoism is no less than their big factions, there is Ling Xiaozi in charge on the surface, and there is also the existence of his own demon in secret, it can even be said that it is higher than other major factions, and the high is higher than himself, and he can completely destroy the souls of others, but he can't easily show his feet, otherwise he will definitely be targeted by the soul clan, but if Yang Wei is in a hurry, he can't care so much.

The reason why the Soul Clan does not prohibit the battle between the pseudo-gods is because the battle between the pseudo-gods, the worst result is to return early, and it is impossible to kill the other party, and this is what the Soul Clan is happy to see. If Wu Xiu doesn't want to return, it will take a long time before the physical body will collapse, and it is possible to delay it for thousands of years, which is what the Soul Clan does not want to see.

Therefore, the Soul Clan stipulates that every five hundred years, the Northern Temple will be opened, and there will be a battle for survival, in which all the pseudo-gods will participate, and in each big war, half of the pseudo-gods will be killed and return directly to the Soul Clan. And the false gods who won after the war can continue to enjoy five hundred years of peaceful time, and they can also get 100 clan power points.

Because anyone can return, they are still coveting this world, although the reward is rich after winning, but every false god thinks that this is a catastrophe of false gods! A tragedy, a tragedy of false gods!

And three years later, it will be the beginning of the next battle for survival. Now all the false gods are praying in their hearts, don't let yourself run into this demon, if you are unlucky, it is better to return directly, and save yourself from being abused. Don't look at these pseudo-gods now, they are all in harmony, and they will have to fight to the death when the time comes, and only half of them will survive.

Yang Wei doesn't know these now, he is worried, won't he be tied hand and foot in the future, and he thinks that it is a good thing to become a pseudo-god, he can still kill people unscrupulously in the past, but he can't even kill a person in the future. Especially now, he can't wait to kill a special kill, although Ji Rui can't kill him, but Dong Zhuo and Niu Fu are two of them, he wants to kill them quickly, and his anger has not dissipated.

He didn't care what clan merit points were, but if he still acted unscrupulously, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of these soul clans, and it would be difficult to do it at that time. Although he was worried, what kind of person is Yang Wei, he is an actor-level acting master, the smile on his face makes people feel like a spring breeze, it has not been a long time, he has known hundreds of pseudo-gods, with his super memory, he has the right names of these pseudo-gods.

At this time, the two of them probed their brains to look at the Shuai tent, Yang Wei's eyesight has always been compared with the telescope, and it has been clearly seen that it is Dian Wei and Zhang Fei, these two people are particularly angry, and now they are good as back mountains, and this time the two of them came back to see the situation. It's just that a large number of people here give them the feeling of extreme danger, and they only dare to watch from a distance.

Dian Wei and Zhang Fei are now shocked in their hearts, it turns out that there are so many masters in this world, and they used to think that the lord was already the number one master in the world, but now it seems that his vision was not enough before! The masters of the level of the lord have appeared so many at once this time! This has greatly hit the self-confidence of the two of them, and they are even more determined to practice hard.

But they didn't know that the two of them were not soul cultivators, nor were they outliers like Yang Wei, and the day they broke through, they were killed. Yang Wei didn't have the ability to protect them now, and even Yang Wei himself could only deal with it carefully, the Soul Clan was really terrifying! Yang Wei's current strength couldn't even match an ordinary person in the Soul Clan.

The nearby pseudo-gods have basically come, and those who are far away should have given up, yes, there has been no pseudo-god coming for a while. The purpose of these pseudo-gods who came here had been achieved, and it was useless to stay for a long time, so they said goodbye to Yang Wei one after another, and it didn't take long for them to leave cleanly.

At this time, Dian Wei and Zhang Fei dared to come to Yang Wei's side. Yang Wei raised his voice and said, "You don't need to come over, you go and let the army return to the camp." After the two left, Yang Wei went to the tent of the handsome, the war here is over, and he will test the attitude of several deputy marshals in a while, he is now in a hurry to return to Luoyang, even if several deputy marshals do not support him, he will take 20,000 towns [***] to pull the emperor off the horse!