Although the staff of Qingshan Cemetery spoke very politely.
But the words are very sharp!
Directly define Ye Zhenlin as traitors!
These were arranged by the Ye Clan in Jingcheng!
They used all resources to spread the message that Ye Zhenlin and others were traitors.
Now everyone defines these more than 300 people as traitors!
Not only that, but their families are also implicated.
For example, the Tianfu royal family, Ye Family, was punished by Ye Lingtian, and the situation was very difficult.
Ye Lingtian didn’t care about the feelings of his family at all, and just because Ye Zhenlin had escorted Ye Junlin, he sent the Tianfu Ye Family into hell.
Others were also sanctioned by Ye Lingtian one by one.
Now that it was heard that the ashes of Ye Zhenlin and others were to be transported back to Daxia, Ye Lingtian immediately used the method.
“Who is a traitor?”
Ye Junlin’s voice was low and he stared at several people with cold eyes.
“Ask Daxia who doesn’t know, these people are traitors?”
“In order to escort the traitor to the former Kunlun God of War, these people died! They deserve it, they are all dead!”
“A group of traitors died outside and still want to be buried in Daxia’s cemetery? Dream! Find a messy grave and spill the ashes!”
A group of people laughed.
Seeing Ye Junlin and several people still standing, they said angrily: “Get out of here! There is a regular cemetery in Daxia that will accept these traitors!”
“Today, I just want to enter the cemetery, erect a tombstone, and hold a funeral!”
There was cold light in Ye Junlin’s eyes.
This time, Ye Junlin was determined.
No longer care about others.
Who blocks and kills who!
“Yell, who is it? Such a big tone?”
Accompanied by the sound, hundreds of people appeared in the field, all of whom were masters.
Among them, there are many god-level masters.
The head is a young man.
Called Ye Meng.
Daxia Ye Clan is the eldest son of the Northern Ye Clan.
After hearing Ye Lingtian’s order, the Ye Clan of the Northern Territory came here to stop it!
“Boy, tell you! Don’t say it’s in the north, you can’t enter every cemetery in Daxia!”
Ye Meng even glanced at the urn in Ye Junlin’s hand. He ordered: “Come here, take these traitors’ urns for me! Spill them all into the sewers!”
“The ashes of these traitors are only worthy of sewers, mixed with excrement and urine!”
Ye Meng gave an order, and the masters behind him were about to do it.
To grab the ashes from Ye Junlin and others.
“哢哢哢……”
But the next second, a uniform pace sounded.
“boom!”
Strong wind rushed around, and the fallen leaves were swept up.
A murderous breath permeated.
A black figure appeared in front of him.
Black.
War knife.
Devil angel mask.
…
Zhentian Temple!
The masters of the Northern Ye Clan were all stunned.
They felt the pressure from the top of Mount Tai.
Ye Meng saw thousands of people appearing in front of him, swallowing fiercely.
At this time, Ye Meng’s cell phone rang.
He subconsciously connected.
While waiting for him to speak, a voice came from the other end: “Meng’er, just got the message that the Zhentiandian is already in Bei’an City, Daxia! Be careful, don’t run into it! When you meet them, don’t talk about us in the north. Clan, even the Ye Clan in Beijing must be destroyed!”
“The people in the Zhentian Temple are easy to recognize… They all wear masks, half angels, half demons…”
“Patter!”
Hearing this, Ye Meng’s phone suddenly fell to the ground.
“Meng’er… Meng’er… What’s wrong with you? Talk…”
There were bursts of shouts from the phone.