Chapter 501 (1/2)

Yang Xuan and Yan feiwen chatted for a while. After learning a little about the recent situation of Yan state, he asked Su Hanyu to send someone to escort him back.

It can be seen that Yan feiwen is a little disappointed.

However, all the banquets in the world have ended. There is no need to say more about his relationship with the state of Yan.

The enemies he is facing now are more and more terrible and difficult to deal with. The whole country of Yan will end up destroying the country and species to any one of them, so he is really not suitable to be involved in Yan.

This is one of the reasons why he broke away from Yan state with a high profile.

After Yan feiwen left, Yang Xuan patted his head and suddenly remembered something.

Pei Meng!

Pei Meng, who was refined into a corpse soldier by him.

Now three months are coming. If there is no accident, Peimeng should have gone to the holy mountain port agreed with him.

He's had a lot of things recently. He almost forgot about it in a hurry. Now he finally remembers that he can't delay any more.

He left the palace without saying hello to Su Hanyu.

Along the way, he didn't even stop at all. Finally, he reached the holy mountain port three months ago.

When he arrived here, it was late at night. The whole holy mountain port was shrouded in darkness without any light.

Yang Xuan's mind spread out and covered a huge area.

A moment later, he found Pei Meng's position.

When he appeared in front of Peimeng, Peimeng just looked up at him and said, ”you're coming.” then he fell down.

Yang Xuan quickly helped him. Without saying a word, he drew a lot of dead Qi from the yellow spring and began to refine Peimeng again.

I don't know how long later, when Yang Xuan stopped, Peimeng stood up again.

”Has the matter been handled?” Yang Xuan asked.

Pei Meng seemed to want to laugh, but the corner of his mouth as dry as firewood just moved and gave up.

”It's over. Killing a lot of people may cause you a lot of trouble.” Pei Meng's voice was very dull: ”I mean, if someone knew I had something to do with you.”

”Oh? What I'm most afraid of is this kind of trouble. By the way, where did you kill?” Yang Xuan was curious.

”Ice Palace in Northern Xinjiang!” Pei Meng said.

Yang Xuan was dull for a moment, then sighed, and then gave Peimeng a thumbs up.

”You're great!”

Besides, he didn't want to say anything.

The four divine realms, including Pei Meng's offending Beijiang Ice Palace, have offended him almost all over. Even in the holy mountain, he has a large number of enemies waiting to kill him.

Probably no one in the world can cause trouble like Yang Xuan. Sometimes he doubts whether he really has a natural hatred constitution.

”Let's go. Beijiang Ice Palace is just Beijiang Ice Palace. It doesn't matter if there are more lice. It doesn't matter.” Yang Xuan said helplessly, then waved his hand and put Peimeng into the storage ring.

After taking it in, he was suddenly stunned.

The ring he took from Yuan Chang'an did great harm to people's spirit, but Pei Meng was no longer a living man. He was just a corpse soldier. Specifically, he was a zombie.

Yang Xuan let Pei out again.

”Why?” Pei Meng was a little strange.

”How did you feel just now?” Yang Xuan asked.

”No feeling, it's dark.” Pei Meng replied.

Yang Xuan nodded and took Peimeng in again.

He had a whim: if he refined more corpse soldiers and put them in storage rings, when he waved his hand against the enemy, would a large number of zombies appear, would he scare the enemy to death alive.

Thinking of this, he slapped his thigh.