The two guards, who were at the peak of their spiritual powers, died in the blink of an eye, and Wu Qianfan felt cold all over his body.
He never expected that a saint and a strong person would come to the Mountain of Immortality.
However, even though he was frightened, he was the prince of the Zhou Dynasty after all and had an extraordinary temperament, so he quickly calmed down.
Wu Qianfan raised his head and saw the person who took action.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, with his hair tied in a golden crown and his cold eyes, as if he despised all living things in the world.
Wu Qianfan noticed that the middle-aged man's robe had a Yin-Yang Tai Chi embroidered on it.
"A saint from the Yin Yang Sect?"
Wu Qianfan was shocked.
Although he hated this person for killing two of his guards, the other person was a saint and a strong man. He could be killed with just a thought. The situation was stronger than that of others. Wu Qianfan hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed in salute, and said: "Junior Prince Wu Qianfan, Prince Zhou, see you.
A senior who has passed through the Yin Yang Sect."
The middle-aged man said: "I am the leader of Yin Yang Sect, Wuji Tianzun!"
What?
Wu Qianfan was horrified.
At the same time, the onlookers were also stunned.
They are monks from the Eastern Wasteland, so they naturally know the status of the Yin Yang Sect in the Eastern Wasteland. Although they have never seen Wuji Tianzun, they are familiar with this name.
They also didn't expect that Wuji Tianzun would come here.
"I've seen Tianzun!"
At that moment, countless monks knelt down and bowed before Wuji Tianzun.
Wu Tian also put away his anger and stood respectfully.
Wuji Tianzun seemed not to have seen these people salute him. His eyes fell on Wu Qianfan and asked: "Tell me, who killed Jiang Wudao? Who suppressed Ling Menghan?"
Wu Qianfan kept yelling at Ye Qiu in his heart, "You're such a bastard, it's all your fault."
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?"
Wuji Tianzun's voice turned cold, and in an instant, the clouds moved in all directions, and the terrifying pressure almost crushed the world.
Everyone present had the hair on their bodies standing on end, their souls were about to explode, and they were trembling.
There were still some monks who had not knelt down, but they all knelt on the ground at this moment.
Wu Qianfan felt his scalp numb, as if the sky was about to collapse, his knees bent, and he was about to kneel down.
"Even if he is a saint, I cannot kneel down. I represent the Zhou Dynasty."
Wu Qianfan quietly activated his strength and tried his best to stand up straight. However, the ray of pressure from the saint was too strong and his back could not be straightened at all.
At this moment, another voice sounded in the void.
"Prince Dazhou, let me ask you, who killed my grandson Tuoba Xiong?"
Tuoba Yunhe walked out of the darkness of the void.
"Another strong saint has arrived?" Everyone's hearts were trembling.
At the same time, what shocked them even more was that Tuoba Xiong died.
Wu Qianfan scolded Ye Qiu again in her heart: "Ye Changsheng, Ye Changsheng, you have caused me great harm."
Unexpectedly, another figure walked out of the darkness and asked coldly: "Wu Qianfan, I am the deputy leader of Butian Sect, tell me, who killed my grandson An Ruoxi?"
What, An Ruoxi is dead too?
The people kneeling on the ground were shaking violently. One saint was already terrifying, let alone three saints coming at once.
Before they could calm down, another voice sounded.
"Prince Zhou, I am the great elder of Taichu Holy Land. Let me ask you, by whom was Li Beihai killed?"
Li Zhaohui also appeared.
Everyone was so scared that they almost cried. They came to Immortal Mountain just to see the excitement, but who knew it was so lively.
Not only did so many geniuses die, but several saints and strong men also came.
You must know that the saints and powerful men are super important people. The dragon can never see its tail. It is difficult to see even one of them. Who would have thought that so many of them would come at once.
"If I had known that so many saints and strong men would come, I wouldn't have come here to watch the fun. Otherwise, my life would be in danger."
This is the sentiment of many monks.
Wu Qianfan's heart was cold and cold, and he did not expect that saints and strong men would appear one after another.
"Ye Changsheng, I am about to be killed by you."
"You bastard, you're just trying to steal my luck, why are you trying to trick me like this?"
"You are my nemesis when you step on a horse."
"And God, I am the Prince of Zhou Dynasty, why do you always make me unlucky?"
Wu Qianfan was filled with despair.
These are some genuine saints and strong men. Even if all the masters from the Great Zhou Dynasty show up, they are no match for these saints and strong men.
At this moment, a gentle female voice echoed throughout the world.
"You old guys are all mighty saints after all. Can you speak in a gentler tone? Aren't you afraid of scaring the younger generation?"
Hearing this, some monks kneeling on the ground couldn't help but raise their heads and glance into the void.
I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman walking out of the darkness. She was wearing a thin shirt and a pair of exquisite soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes.
There is a red jade hairpin stuck diagonally on her head, and she holds a round peony Ruyi fan in her hand. She has a smile on her face, and her waist sways from side to side as she walks, still retaining her charm.
Especially her clothes, which were as thin as cicada wings and translucent, revealing a large area of skin in front of her.
Every time she took a step, people on the ground would feel their hearts skip a beat, fearing that somewhere in her clothes would break and jump out.
"What a nice view!"
Countless monks were fascinated by the charm of the middle-aged beauty.
"How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Who is she?" A young monk stared blankly at Nangong Jingyun in the void, his mouth almost drooling.
As we all know, a woman like Nangong Jingyun who still has charm is fatally attractive to young men.
"I know her! She is the elder of Chaos Holy Land, Nangong Jingyun."
A monk showed off to the people around him: "When Nangong Jingyun was young, she was a peerless fairy on the list of immortals. I once saw her portrait..."
Before the monk finished speaking, his body was restrained by a huge suction force, and he rose into the sky, suddenly arriving in front of Nangong Jingyun.
"Young man, do you know me?" Nangong Jingyun asked with a smile.
The monk only felt the fragrance hit his face, and almost fell into a trance. He secretly glanced in front of Nangong Jingyun, and two words popped into his mind involuntarily.
Great!
"Gulu~" The monk swallowed.
Nangong Jingyun stretched out her jade finger, stroked the monk's face, and asked softly: "Does it look good?"
The monk nodded sharply.
"If it looks good, look at it twice more." As Nangong Jingyun spoke, her fingers went up along the young monk's cheek, and finally came to the top of his head, and flicked it gently.
"Bang!"
The monk's body immediately turned into powder and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Hmph, you dare to call me by my name. It would be a pity to die."
Everyone was horrified.
No one expected that Nangong Jingyun would look so pretty when she smiled, but would be so ruthless when she struck.
Wu Qianfan's eyelids twitched wildly, and he said to himself: "This woman is not a good person."
After Nangong Jingyun killed the monk, she fiddled with the hair beside her ears with her fingers, and then said to Wu Qianfan with a smile: "You are the Prince of Zhou, right?"
"Let me introduce myself. I am Nangong Jingyun, the elder of Chaos Holy Land. Nice to meet you."
