"Stop coming!"

A hundred zhang in front of him, a military general stood sideways in the air, blocking Murong Jiu and Raccoon Dog.

"Yang Ye?"

Murong Jiu's gaze froze, the military general in front of him was indeed the uncrowned general Yang Ye in Ice Moon City, he was wearing armor, holding a tiger-headed war sword, standing majestically in the void;

It's the spirit of Lingrui!

Compared to Yang Ye, who met in Ice Moon City, he made Murong Jiu feel a sharp aura at this time, which was an iron-blooded aura accumulated from years of fighting!

"Marshal Yang Ye, I don't know why you intercepted me here?" Murong Jiu hurt the face of the Yang family in the Ice Moon Pavilion, and he didn't know if Yang Ye would hold a grudge.

Yang Ye's eyes scanned Murong Jiu and Raccoon Dog in turn, his face was grim and cold, he waved his arm, the tiger-headed war knife slashed in front of him, the sword light was cold, he turned his body and flew forward, leaving only a harsh voice in the wind:

"Murong Jiu, someone wants to see you!"

As a marshal's iron-blooded soldier, Murong Jiu naturally didn't care about Yang Ye's arbitrariness, but he looked at the back of Yang Ye who was far away, and couldn't help but have a little more thought in his heart:

What a serious Yang Ye!

With him as the pioneer, who else will there be besides the Ice King?

Without thinking too much, Murong Jiu pulled the raccoon dog and followed Yang Ye...... Could it be a conspiracy arranged by many Yang family generals - the Tianmen Array? As soon as such an idea came out, it was directly vetoed by Murong Jiu. The Yang family general may set up a dangerous Tianmen array to take revenge on himself, but the iron-clad Yang Ye will never participate in it!

As they walked away, Murong Jiu and Raccoon Dog followed Yang Ye to the top of a mountain, where the air was cold and condensed, almost solidified, and the ice and snow had not melted, reflecting the crystalline brilliance in the sunlight.

On a piece of ice rock, a middle-aged man stood condensed. He was none other than the Ice King in the Extreme North Cultivation Realm. Yang Ye came to the front. After bowing slightly, he stood behind the Ice King and stepped back half a step.

"Ice King?!"

Murong Jiu's eyes flashed with a strange light, and the two middle-aged people in front of him were exactly the expected characters. But he would never have thought of it. At this moment, the Ice King was wearing a golden robe. On the robe, a five-clawed dragon is embroidered.

Golden robe, five-clawed dragon ...... This is the costume of the emperors of the ancient Chinese country from ancient times to the present!

Murong Jiu's heart was full of affirmative thoughts--Ya, looking at Yang Ye's rigorous attitude with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister. He didn't dare to take half a step beyond it, which was enough to confirm that the Ice King wanted to rebel against the ancient kingdom of China, establish himself as the king, and permanently become the king of Huaxia in the far north, and even he wanted to rebel!

"Murong Jiu, you're here. The Ice King's majestic face glanced at Murong Jiu and said with a flat face.

"The Ice King's grand goal, your ambition, is indeed admirable. ”

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Murong Jiu's mouth, King Xuanyuan of Huaxia is the authentic sect of Pangu, this is an indisputable fact in the Chinese world, the Spirit Sect ten thousand years ago was still defeated, your little Xiaoice King is nothing more than a frog at the bottom of the well!

"Murong Jiu, Hugh is talking nonsense, the person standing in front of you is the brother of the current King of Xuanyuan, the Eighth Prince. Yang Ye was annoyed by Murong Jiu's sarcastic face, his eyes widened, and a wave of energy immediately scraped towards Murong Jiu's cheek, and he said sharply.

King Xuanyuan's elder brother, the Eighth Prince, Murong Jiu's eyes widened, and his heart was shocked, could the Extreme North Ice King be the royal family of the Xuanyuan Clan?

No wonder Yang Ye, who is loyal to the general, will follow him with all his heart...... Looking the Ice King up and down again, Murong Jiu seemed to vaguely notice that the Ice King's body was filled with a dense Ruilong aura.

What a powerful Xuanyuan royal family!

The vast cultivation world is divided into three regions, King Xuanyuan sits in the ancient kingdom of China, and the cultivation world of the Arctic Ice Plain is controlled by the Eight Princes, and it is believed that Buddhism in the extreme west must also hide the kinship power of the Xuanyuan Wang clan. One side of the world is divided into three, and the three sides stand together, but the three regions have always been dominated by the Xuanyuan Wang clan.

In order to control the authentic royal status, the Xuanyuan royal clan has to be said to be a political measure.

"Kid Murong Jiu, I have seen the Eighth Prince, and I have seen Marshal Yang. ”

Murong Jiu bowed and saluted, and at this moment he was truly in admiration. Willing to hide the identity of the royal family, and stoop to the Extreme North cultivation world and mix up all kinds of killing disputes, the Eighth Prince was able to stand out in the Extreme North where fish and dragons are mixed, and become the Extreme North Giant - his abandonment and courage should be admired.

Of course, the eighth prince can have such a status, and his confidant brother Yang Ye is absolutely great and has made great contributions.

"Murong Jiu doesn't need to be like this, as a Xuanyuan lineage, I have the responsibility to contribute to the pacification of the cultivation world. In the world of cultivation, the situation is extremely complicated, if you want to stabilize one side, it is not enough to need Marshal Yang, so I need your help. "The Eighth Prince has survived in the Extreme North Cultivation Realm for many years, and he knows the temperament of cultivators, so he did not beat around the bush, but directly explained his intentions.

"The eighth prince is in love, my Murong Jiu is a reckless boy, how can He De dare to be on a par with Marshal Yang. Besides, I have a wild heart and can't be restrained, so I can only make the prince fall in love. ”

Since Murong Jiu had gained insight into some secrets, with his intelligence, he could naturally guess the intention of the Eighth Prince's solicitation, and it was a good choice to belong to the Xuanyuan royal family in the increasingly chaotic cultivation world. However, as a god and demon, his increasingly reckless personality made him unwilling to be enslaved by others.

Gods and demons, gods and demons, do things casually, and they can't be bound and constrained at all. The gods and demons of 10,000 years ago, because of their arrogant god and demon temperament, and the spirit sect Kong Xuan was hostile, and finally defeated and died, experiencing the cycle of life for a hundred lifetimes!

"Murong Jiu, you are too humble, your strength has already jumped to the ranks of the top young people in the world. At your age, Marshal Yang and I were far inferior to you...... "The Eighth Prince is in a high position, he did not show a majestic face at this time, just like the corporal of Mingjun's Lixian, he had a faint smile on his face, turned his eyes to look at the raccoon dog, and continued: "Ten pairs of blood-red wings, it seems that the elf in the heart of the ancient city was born, but this girl has clearly experienced the change of degeneration......"

"The eighth prince misunderstood, raccoon dog, she is my sister. ”

The Holy Angel of the East who was born in the past has now become the Blood Angel of the East, how could this not be that depraved change? Murong Jiu turned his head to look at the raccoon dog, his right palm tightly grasped her slender hand, and he was moved by guilt.

"Haha...... What a sensual young man of gods and demons. Murong Jiu, from today on, you are my night warrior, Marshal Yang is in the light, you are in the dark, there is no restraint and constraint, I will give you enough freedom. This is your warrior token, which can open the Night Pavilion of the Ghost Immortal Residence underground manor in Ice Moon City, where all the Night Guards are at your disposal, and in addition, Mei Lan Zhuju is waiting in the Ghost Immortal Residence. ”

A blue-blue square wooden warrant flew towards Murong Jiu, raised his hand and grabbed it in his hand, looking at the clearly carved three words "martial artist", Murong Jiu's eyelids rolled over, and he couldn't fall off.

Night warriors, one with Yang Ye in the light and the other in the dark, this is the ultimate strategy of the Eighth Prince. Looking up at the Eighth Prince and Yang Ye in the distance, Murong Jiu sighed, since the Eighth Prince showed his true body, he knew that he would be difficult to refuse, and because the Eighth Prince recognized the heart of the ancient city and the Golden Lotus Spirit that was born, his ending was already fixed on the chariot of the Xuanyuan royal family.

After all, even the heart of the ancient city belongs to the power of others, and he Murong Jiu has already had layers of contact with the Xuanyuan royal family.

The corners of Murong Jiu's mouth twitched, he didn't bother to believe such nonsense, cut, your Xuanyuan royal family may give people freedom, but once they are sent, they will definitely make people die!

"Murong Jiu, you are used by the prince, your grievances with me are temporarily eliminated, please treat my descendants of the Yang family well......"

Yang Ye's words came from the wind, and the two who left broke through the clouds and fog and gradually drifted away.

The invitation of Ice Moon City, which had affected most of the cultivation world in the extreme north, ended with Murong Jiu's being recruited. Maybe the repeated attacks in the Ice Moon City, or the revenge of the Yang family in the Ice Moon Pavilion, will all be the strategies set up by the Eighth Prince, and even more, the appearance of the Evil Beggars King and the Extreme North Cold King has also made the wise Eighth Princes plan once-and the end of the plot is naturally to attract Murong Jiu.

"Childe, are you embarrassed?" Raccoon dog looked at Murong Jiu, two murderous intentions suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Otherwise, I'll kill the two of them?"

Hearing the raccoon dog's words, Murong Jiu's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and he smiled heartily: "Haha...... Chick, they can't be killed, if you kill the two of them, the two of us will finish playing. Also, don't be a girl's family always fighting and killing, not a lady; you play a piano, make a kite, and tinker with knitting and embroidering red in your spare time, how much like a well-bred lady is not ......"

The clouds were surging, and between talking and laughing, Murong Jiu and Tanxi had gradually moved away. (To be continued......)