Helian Wudi's words immediately threw the Murong clan from the surprise hope to the abyss of disappointment.
Thousands of casual cultivators rushed over with murderous intent, and they all looked at the Murong clan members with a gaze of fire.
They survived from death. Although Su Bei was the culprit, what they were more concerned about was that after the Murong clan opened the city-shadow formation, they could not allow them to escape from Shuye City.
Among them, there are many people with advanced cultivation. Of course, when attacking the city protection formation, the inferior people of the cultivation class were almost killed or injured. Almost all those who were left were cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.
This is a powerful force. The Murong clan devoted its entire clan's power to the face of the scattered cultivators who suddenly gathered together, and was overshadowed.
Murong Yuan's face was pale, and the true energy in his body was scattered, and he almost fell from the air. And Murong Qianshuang, who came out of the crowd and wanted to recruit these scattered cultivators, had no expression on his face in an instant, and he forgot to retreat to the children of his clan behind him.
The appearance of the Imperial Tu Hegemony Salute instantly made the entire Murong clan angry, but at this moment they did not dare to do it easily. Those casual cultivators were not easy to deal with.
The city of Thunder Ye, a symbol of royal power, just fell into the opponent and appeared in front of them in a swagger. This was naked/naked provocation and insult.
In just a few days, the Murong clan has been carrying the most and almost unwashable shame that has been passed down for thousands of years.
All of them looked at Helian Wudi with a bloody eyes. Helian Wudi felt countless murderous gazes, and his body trembled slightly. However, when he looked at Su Bei, he immediately straightened his body, flapped his halberd in his hand, and looked at the Murong clan without fear.
Su Bei looked at Helian Wudi in surprise. He didn't expect that Helian Wudi would gather the entire scattered cultivators in the Thunder Ye City to fight back against Murong.
"Haha, that's great." Su Bei smiled indifferently, shook his hand, and retracted the Qiantian Blade into a short knife.
As Helian Wudi and Ziyun and the four of them gathered, their eyes unconsciously fell on Su Bei in anger.
The faint, not powerful spiritual energy fluctuated, but it always revealed the aura of a strong man. Even when Su Bei smiled, he could not feel a trace of warmth.
However, they knew that it was the boy in black in front of them who forced the Murong clan into such a situation. The terrifying strength made them tremble with trembling terror.
After just a few dozen breaths, tens of thousands of casual cultivators gathered behind Su Bei. Some of them had already mastered magic weapons and ascended into the air to confront the Murong clan from afar.
At this time, Ziyun and Bai Ling and his daughter, seeing Murong Qianshuang standing in front, suddenly had a cold look in her eyes, and she looked at him with murderous intent. The Golden Python Sword and Phantom Sword appeared together, and they attacked Murong Qianshuang without saying anything.
Ding, ding.
Two sounds of gold and iron clashing, and Murong Yuan's golden sword flew out the flying sword of Ziyun's mother and daughter. Under the locking of the aura, Ziyun's mother and daughter were shocked to retreat several steps away.
"Everyone, can you think about it again? Do you really want to be an enemy of my Murong clan?" Murong Yuan took a deep breath, but ignored Ziyun and the others. He only looked at the group of casual cultivators, clasped his fists at them, and said in a long voice.
"Hmph, the Murong clan intends to kill me. Fortunately, I am waiting to escape from danger, so of course I have to come to seek justice from your Murong clan." Among the casual cultivators, an old man came out from the crowd, pointed at Murong Yuan in the air, and said coldly.
The old man was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with a dao bun on his head, a slightly dark face, without any beard, thick eyebrows, big eyes and wide mouth. He was carrying a typical Taoist sword with the Bagua diagram engraved on his back.
Su Bei looked at it and suddenly felt the unique power of the soul after the soul was stabilized. The old man was a cultivator in the Yuanshen stage.
"Fellow Daoist Qingping is so serious. My Murong clan will never do such a thing. But I understand that you blame me, but at that time..." Murong Yuan's face changed and he wanted to explain.
However, the old Taoist who called Qingping had a bad temper. Before Murong Yuan finished speaking, he immediately started to curse: "Fuck, Murong, don't make any clever explanations. Today, I will deal with you with one, two or three."
Murong Yuan smiled bitterly and sighed: "Fellow Taoist, let me finish listening to me. It's not too late for you to argue with me again."
Qingping waved his robe and said angrily: "That's a big deal, I'm in the desert to practice asceticism. Humph, I usually want to come to Saiye City to avoid the wind and sand and make up for the supply. I just earn the city expenses, but you damn it, you said, in the Luotian world, which city is the one you can collect high?"
As soon as Qingping's old Taoist finished speaking, a group of casual cultivators responded in unison: "Yes, yes. Damn, the Murong family is not afraid of being suffocated to death."
Murong Yuan's face changed immediately. Sure enough, things were not as simple as he thought. For a long time, the Murong clan's extremely high entry fee has laid the root of the disaster today.
After smiling bitterly, Murong Yuan sighed and said, "What you said is very true. I, Murong Yuan, can give you a guarantee. If you do not become enemies of my Murong family today, I, Murong family, will be fortunate to exist and continue to preside over the Thunder Ye City. From now on, you will be exempted from entering the city to repay you for your kindness today."
"Hmph, I'm not too late to make such a promise now?" Bai Ling glared at Murong Yuan. The first city they experienced when they first arrived in Luotian World was Thunder Ye City, and they were deeply worried about entering the city. When she heard Murong Yuan's words, she immediately retorted.
"Yes, this girl is right. A promise is not different from farting. Today, the Murong family was destroyed, and from then on, Sailye City became a homeless land, and we don't have to pay the city fee." As soon as Bai Ling finished speaking, a young man suddenly stepped out of the crowd. A stunning look flashed in his eyes when he looked at Bai Ling, and he spoke and responded.
When Bai Ling heard this, he turned his head to look at the young man, and immediately hugged and smiled. The young man was flattered and nodded repeatedly, but his eyes could no longer be separated from Bai Ling.
Su Bei stood up in awe and watched coldly as the casual cultivators fought with the Murong family and their words. In the end, they were just a group of people fighting for their interests.
In the past, the Murong family was dominant, and the casual cultivators had their own ideas and could not truly unite. But today, under the same hatred of the enemy, the casual cultivators joined forces for the first time, approaching the Murong clan's palace.
In Su Bei's opinion, this has nothing to do with him. He cannot become the lord of the Thunder Ye City, so he doesn't have to think about how to recruit these casual cultivators.
Of course, the most important thing is that northern Jiangsu is not afraid that after the Murong clan persuaded the casual cultivators, they would disperse themselves, or help the Murong clan to become enemies with him.
With his means, he wanted to kill Murong Qianshuang and escape safely, so he was naturally extremely relaxed. Before, he asked Murong Qianshuang with the Murong clan, but he just wanted to kill his enemies with Ziyun and his daughter.
Helian Wudi saw that Su Bei was silent. Although he looked a little anxious, he did not dare to speak. Once upon a time, as the general of Shuye City, Helian Wudi knew the way to control people and knew how powerful it was after recruiting these casual cultivators. He was a little confused about why Su Bei was unmoved by this.
The master's idea may be unusual, Helian Wudi thought secretly.
Little did he know that the ambition of northern Jiangsu was not in the Luotian world at all. Since he learned from Daopo that this Luotian world was just a middle world.
In the unknown place, there are countless larger worlds, and in the higher world, more powerful and even great figures will be born.
The Luotian world cannot bear the existence of peerless strong men. Here, it is just a matter of tangle of power, but it is just a waste of effort.
Just as Su Bei and Helian Wudi were thinking about each other, Murong Yuan's face turned upright, and as he waved his hand, countless spiritual crystals fell towards the scattered cultivators like rain.
"This time, I, Murong Yuan, will compensate you for your past losses." Murong Yuan shouted loudly.
One billion, ten billion, and ten billion spirit crystals fell down. Every casual cultivator could pick up the spirit crystals under his feet and distribute them evenly.
Thousands of billions of spiritual crystals are nothing to the Murong clan that dominated the Echo Desert for nearly two thousand years, but it is infinite wealth for the poor and careless casual cultivators.
They almost forgot the hatred of the Cai Murong clan, and bent down to pick up the spirit crystals, desperately putting them into the spirit crystal bag with them. Of course, in the Qiankun bag, they did not forget to grab the spirit crystals of the cultivator beside them.
The group of casual cultivators were suddenly in chaos. The shouts of snatching Ling Jing were endless. In the air, a group of Murong clan people looked at the casual cultivators who were snatching them with weird expressions. After a trace of flesh pain flashed in their eyes, they all showed disdainful expressions.
Throughout history, money can make the devil push the mill. Su Bei sighed inwardly, and sure enough, no matter which world is in, such a thing is inevitable.
The human heart is not old.
When Murong Yuan saw it, his nervous expression finally calmed down. He shouted in a deep voice, raised the power of his entire body's true energy, and said loudly: "Everyone, don't rob it. Today, if you are willing to fight against the powerful enemy with my Murong clan, afterwards, I, Murong Bang, promised that each person would survive would never go back on his word."
When Helian Wudi heard this, his face changed drastically. His eyes immediately looked at Subei, but Subei still looked calm and gentle.
After Murong Yuan finished speaking, the cultivators who were robbing the spirit crystal stopped immediately. They looked at Murong Yuan with strange expressions, and then looked at Su Bei again.
There were 50 million spiritual crystals, and as long as they could survive, everyone had them. Suddenly, someone was moved. Some people in the crowd began to whisper and whispered something.
Even the old Taoist Qingping, who jumped out to question Murong Yuan, looked at Su Bei with a strange expression, and his powerful soul power quietly approached Su Bei.
"Hmph." Su Bei snorted heavily, and his cold eyes immediately looked at Old Taoist Qingping.
The old Taoist Qingping looked stagnant, and cold sweat rolled down in an instant. He suddenly shouted, "My fellow disciples, don't listen to Murong Yuan's evil words. We are here to help the master with help."
After saying that, Old Taoist Qingping didn't forget to look at Su Bei carefully. Seeing that Su Bei no longer looked at him, and the aura that made him feel cold disappeared quietly, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph, Qingping, it sounds nice. I'm afraid of being poor. Today, I'll fight for these 50 million spirit crystals." Qingping's words fell, and a bearded sighed and shouted loudly.
"Yes, fight." Suddenly, most of the wandering cultivators responded in unison.
Helian Wudi's color changed, and Ziyun, Bai Ling, and Qing Shang also changed their color.
Su Bei shouted lightly, and the cold momentum came out. He suddenly turned around, looked around the cultivators with cold eyes, and said coldly: "I don't know how to live or die."