"Come on, let me show you the power this time. You have to do this..." Leng Fengyun made a bird call in his mouth, seemingly deep in thought, but in fact, he arranged things quickly.
And in Leng Fengyun's arrangement, the opposition of Di Wuya's manager became stronger and stronger.
"Di Wuya, in this case, I can only force you. If there is no news within a stick of incense, then..." The Supreme Emperor spoke after careful consideration.
This sentence is not finished, but the meaning behind it is already self-evident.
After burning the incense, if you can't hand over the stolen items or any clues, don't blame them for being rude.[
The wind whistled by.
With these words of the Supreme Emperor's uncle, the whole world seemed to have become colder.
No one answered the call because it was no longer in use.
Check, how to check? If Di Wuya could find it, he would have found it in this noisy morning. This time of burning incense is just a face, a miracle.
Silent orders were passed down quickly, and the garrison troops in Beimang Capital moved and came towards this side with great force.
The seventh-grade peak martial masters who were in seclusion in various palaces moved.
At this point, there were no more spectators around, and they were not expelled at all. The capital city began to close its doors, and only soldiers and horses passed by on the streets, but no pedestrians were seen.
Murderous aura began to fly above Beimang Capital.
But Di Wuya didn't make any big reaction.
However, on the treetops on the roof of Di Wuya Zhuangzi, at some unknown time, all five eighth-grade peak martial masters appeared silently.
There was no fanfare, but the fierce momentum was not inferior to that of thousands of troops.
The lineage of the God King's Palace, even if it is not the God King's line, is by no means inferior to the other Beimang temples, temples, prime ministers and generals in terms of force.
At this moment, everyone's expressions were extremely serious. This was obviously a frame-up. These prime ministers and others did not dare to target them like this. Could it be that the God King wanted to attack them? He wanted to attack his brothers?
Di Wuya and his team's faces were ashen, and their thoughts had completely shifted from stealing and framing, to thinking that the God King was about to kill them. The Emperor was ruthless, so they would fight to the death.
The birds were silent and flew far away. Here, only the sound of the wind was left.
The time for half a stick of incense has passed.
In the whistling spring breeze, the incense burns faster and faster.
Inch by inch, the fragrance is getting shorter and shorter.
Silence, a dead silence echoes here.[
The soldiers surrounded three levels, and the masters held them against each other.
Everything is waiting for that moment of burning incense, waiting for a miracle to happen to Emperor Wuya.
At this time, Leng Fengyun was still thinking deeply with a serious look on her face. Disha beside her was sitting on the ground, not anxious, but looking at Leng Fengyun with a smile, one serious and one smiling, but the shadow that enveloped her was hidden.
The clanging murderous aura was completely discharged, and it seemed that it could not contaminate them at all.
"Oh, this..." Leng Fengyun slowly shook his head and sighed, as if he was very embarrassed.
"Little girl, tell me what you have in mind." However, in the midst of Leng Fengyun's sigh, before she could finish her words, an old voice came over.
Immediately afterwards, Leng Fengyun felt her eyes blur, and an old man with white hair and beard stood in front of her.
Who is this person?
"Grandpa, grandpa." Di Sha shouted in surprise next to him, making Leng Fengyun understand.
Grandpa, Disha’s father’s father’s father’s father-in-law? Damn, how old are you?