When Ye Junlin returned to the inn, he found that Murong Qingxue's room was surrounded by the city defense force.

"What's going on?"

Ye Junlin was a little confused. The East City Gate was broken and the city defense army did not guard it. Why did he still have the intention to find Murong Qingxue?

"Saint, now that Yulong City is at its peak of life and death, you must lend a helping hand!"

"I have always had a good relationship with Xingyue Shensect. If Sect Master Murong knew about this, he would send someone to help."

The speaker is a burly middle-aged man. He is wearing golden armor and holding a spear, looking majestic.

It was Sikong Jinghong, the lord of Yulong City.

When Ye Junlin heard this, he realized that these people were not asking for trouble, but coming to ask for help.

The city defense army suffered heavy casualties, and all the masters transferred to the escort to assist were absorbed.

Sikong Jinghong had no choice but to learn that Murong Qingxue, the saint of Xingyue Shenzong, was here, so he came over to ask for help.

"Master Sikong City, the Xingyue Shenzong is probably unable to draw the strong ones, unless..."

Murong Qingxue looked around and happened to see Ye Junlin standing outside, and said in a deep voice: "Unless Mr. Ye is willing to help, Yulong City can survive this disaster."

Everyone turned around and looked at the direction where Ye Junlin was.

"he?"

A look of disdain flashed in Sikong Jinghong's eyes, but he still asked out of politeness: "What's special about this Mr. Ye?"

Murong Qingxue didn't know how to explain for a moment.

After all, Ye Junlin had a first words and could not reveal his true identity, so as not to alarm the Taixu Shenzong.

Seeing this, Sikong Jinghong did not ask in depth, but continued to explain the situation of the Black Armored Devil.

"The saint doesn't know that this big demon is not eating people at all, but simply devouring everything about the monk."

"He wants to swallow someone who is weaker than him. He wants to swallow someone who is slightly stronger than him. Those who are devoured will become a dry bone."

"A cultivator with a level of strength like the Saint will definitely become the first choice target for the great devil."

Sikong Jinghong's explanation immediately attracted Ye Junlin's attention.

"Is it Gong Qianqiu? I didn't look like my body from a distance just now."

"Is it Dugu Xiao?"

Such a thought flashed through Ye Junlin's mind. After all, these two people practiced the extreme devouring technique.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people who practice similar exercises in Kunlun Ruins.

"Lord Sikong City, I understand what you mean, but I really can't make the decision on this."

Murong Qingxue looked at Ye Junlin again and said in a deep voice: "In fact, as long as Mr. Ye is willing to take action, the entire Yulong City can be safe and sound."

"Saint, I've said this to this point, why are you still shirking it?"

"Yes, Saint, even if you don't want to care about the life and death of Yulong City, there is no need to just launch a minion to take the blame, right?"

"I have been to Xingyue Shen Sect many times. The senior officials have basically known each other and have never seen this person. How could you just follow his orders?"

"With his level of cultivation, he may be immediately sucked into a person when he meets a big devil."

Everyone was already full of anger, and with their fear of the big devil, now that they had this venting vent, they all began to target Ye Junlin.

Of course, even the elites of the guard house, including Sikong Jinghong, did not look down on Ye Junlin, and the strength he found was mediocre.

"You guys are really..."

Murong Qingxue swallowed the words "I have eyes but don't recognize Mount Tai" because he felt Ye Junlin's sharp gaze.

Ye Junlin sneered in his heart, the life and death of Yulong City was nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!