God's Favorite: Master, We Are Really Not Fighting Against The Master And Rebelling Against The

Under the leadership of Mie Shenmen Wang Jing, the Black God Cult invaded the Northern Snow Country, and quickly accepted the war with a crushing attitude.

The next thing is to deal with some follow-up things.

As a large number of important prisoners of the Black God Sect were imprisoned, their interrogation was also in full swing.

However, the mouths of this group of high-ranking prisoners of war are very tough, and some of them would rather die than speak.

Wang Jing and the others don't care about this at all, they are best at dealing with the Black God Sect, it's easy not to speak up, there are plenty of ways to greet them later.

In the temporary prisoner-of-war detention camp, after interrogating around, Wang Jing saw the deadly Black God Pope, and said.

"Detain all the members of the Black God Sect above the King Realm to the headquarters of Mie Shen Sect, and let the comrades in the Interrogation Department interrogate them one by one. They like hard-talking Black God Sect scumbags."

"Yes!"

This time, 50,000 experts from Mie Shen Sect came to Bei Xue Country to support them. Now that the war is over, they sealed all the captives of the Black God Sect to the realm, unable to use their spiritual power, and then imprisoned them in more than 10 steel giants on the dragon's back.

Under the guard of the two saints Song Tingshan and Kate, they were escorted to Mie Shenmen.

There are only a few remaining members of the healing department and a small number of fighters who are temporarily stationed in the North Snow Country to help the North Snow Country resist foreign enemies and be responsible for their safety.

Wang Jing led the crowd to stand on top of the wall, looking at the dilapidated North Snow Country.

I saw the originally quiet and peaceful city, but now most of the city has been turned into ruins, and some wounded people can even be seen crying on the streets.

The people who survived on the dilapidated streets were crying for the burial of their dead relatives, and the whole city was shrouded in sorrow.

Wang Jing sighed softly, "Before Zhuge Xiao, this city was still so quiet and peaceful. When I came last time, I drank the ice and snow fairy wine unique to this city. Now the fairy wine is gone, and the city is almost gone. gone."

"It's a pity, if we came one step earlier in the morning, there wouldn't be so many tragedies."

As if feeling Wang Jing's remorse, Wang Zhen, the guard behind him, said in a low voice: "The general has tried his best, there is no way. In this troubled world, when encountering the Black God Sect, a medium-sized country like this can only wait for death."

Wang Jingning said: "This is not a simple country. Their ancestor Bingfeng is a strong man in the False God Realm. Now they don't know where to fight with the evil gods. Is it safe?"

They looked at the starry sky of the universe, and they didn't know how the battle there was going on, and who would win and who would lose.

Wang Zhen looked a little worried, and he said slowly: "According to the classics I consulted, the ancestor Bingfeng had been seriously injured very early, and it has only recovered for hundreds of years now, like the injury of the Void God Mirror. There may not be any improvement, and if she fights against the evil god now, it may be more dangerous than good."

"That's right, this is really what I'm worried about." Wang Jing looked at the universe, and Xingkong's eyes became more and more serious, "It's okay if Patriarch Bingfeng defeats the evil god, but if he fails, it's not just Beixue Kingdom that will suffer. , and even the nations will be greatly implicated.”

"It will have a huge impact on our war planning."

These heavy words made everyone who accompanied them feel heavy, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing for a while.

Because there are not many False God Realm powerhouses like Patriarch Bingfeng in this world.

It can be counted on one hand. If Patriarch Bingfeng dies again, without such a top fighter, the world does not know how many creatures will die.

Seeing everyone's silence, Wang Jing said: "No matter what the future holds, we must maintain the belief that we will win, and we must drive out these dark and filthy things from this world."

"We were born to destroy the evil gods, and we will die for the destruction of the evil gods."

"When the evil god is destroyed, there is no need to fear death!"

His words ignited everyone's fighting spirit again. Everyone clapped their eyes firmly on their chests and shouted in unison.

"When the evil god is destroyed, there is no need to fear death!"

"When the evil god is destroyed, there is no need to fear death!"

"When the evil god is destroyed, there is no need to fear death!"

Everyone knows that the future is a battlefield that cannot see the light, but it is precisely because of the existence of these people that the common people in this world have such a chance to survive.

So people can die, but their thoughts cannot be destroyed, otherwise the people in this world will never see any hope.

The people at Mie Shen Sect gradually dispersed, and Wang Jing went to Beixue Palace.

In the Phoenix Hall of the Imperial Palace, Wang Jing walked to the door, and Ling Xue, who was in charge of the guard, said respectfully immediately after seeing him coming.

"I have seen Master Wang Jing."

Feng Xueer's face was full of sadness, the serious injury of the empress made her unable to calm down.

Even Wang Jing, the strongest saint in Mie Shen Sect, was a little absent-minded when standing in front of her.

"I don't know why the Lord Saint came here?"

Wang Jing said: "I want to go in and have a look at your queen's injuries."

"This..." Feng Xue'er's expression suddenly became serious, with a trace of vigilance in her eyes.

Wang Jing was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if I want to attack your lord empress, all I need is a thought, and you have nothing to do."

Ling Xue showed an embarrassed smile, and said respectfully: "Master Saint, please wait a moment, I will go in and ask the queen first."

"Okay." Wang Jing stood there quietly, and after a few seconds, Ling Xue came out, "Master Wang Jing, please come in."

"Um."

After Wang Jing entered, he looked at the beautiful queen who was lying on the bed with a wandering breath, feeling complicated.

Feng Hanbing was lying on the bed, her voice was extremely weak, "Thank you, Mr. Wang Jing, for saving our North Snow Country in times of crisis. I am extremely grateful."

Wang Jing didn't speak, but carefully sensed her physical condition.

I saw that the strong evil spirit had already penetrated her body and sneaked into her internal organs and blood vessels.

Don't look at Feng Hanbing, the skin on the surface is as white as snow, and the skin is as thick as fat, but the black air inside has long been misunderstood.

There is no cure, and no one knows how many days she can last.

"Your injury is too serious."

This simple sentence made Feng Xue'er and Ling Xue feel like a knife was twisting their hearts, and tears rolled in their eyes.

Feng Hanbing didn't show any fluctuations in expression, and even a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I know, but the emperor is already very satisfied if he can live to see the safety of the people in the city."

Wang Jing could see the death intent in her eyes. For the queen of Beixue Kingdom, the top fighting force in the world, he couldn't bear to die like this.

"If you come back to Mie Shenmen with me now, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope for stock."

Faced with this life-saving hope, Feng Hanbing shook his head.