It was obvious that although Shan Gui's goal was to kill the late Saint Baili Wushang and take the seat of the Holy Saint of the Western Regions himself, he didn't believe it at all when he heard the news of Baili Wushang's death!
Don't say that mountain ghosts don't believe it.
Even those people from the Holy Cult who are surrounding them at this moment, even if they saw that scene with their own eyes at that time, still feel that the death of the ancestor Baili Wushang, that is, Murong Shuo, is not real.
"Oh, why don't you come out..."
Shangui's hands tightened a little more, and everyone present didn't dare to breathe.
Ye Lin, who was also disguised as Emperor Xiyue, had a terrifying aura, "Let go, little master!"
After being strangled to the point where she felt like she was worse off than dead, Jiu'er rolled her eyes in her heart as the man in black probably strangled her to death when he got excited.
The Holy Cult is a group of people who are usually very evil or ruthless. Why are they so timid now?
Including Ye Lin, whom she has trained for so long.
Although the man in black might strangle her to death in a fit of excitement, couldn't they make a bet that they would attack in groups before the man in black strangled her to death, and kill him quickly and accurately?
They really can't take the gamble.
The mountain ghost holding on to Jiu'er's life is no different from holding on to the weaknesses and inverse scales of the entire Holy Religion!
If the mountain ghost took the life of their current saint, Baili Feiyue, their reactions would not be the same.
After all, even if Baili Feiyue suffered a little, as long as they found the right opportunity, Baili Feiyue would not be killed by the mountain ghost all at once.
They can seize the opportunity in the blink of an eye.
But this little ancestor couldn't do it.
Although this little ancestor is a little devil, he is as fragile as tender tofu. They don't dare to fight for the chance to win the blink of an eye!
But this is not the way to go...
Several holy sect elders exchanged glances quietly.
Seeing that everything here is going to change in an instant, life is at stake.
On the other side is the residence of Mrs. Murong who was so angry that she vomited blood.
The confidant nun whose mouth was smashed had already been quietly taken away for treatment. At this moment, after hearing the eyeliner's report, Mrs. Morong's chest rose and fell sharply again.
The little monster was caught and tortured, and she felt a wave of evil in her chest.
However, the matter was so big, even though the person who reported it didn't say anything happened to her husband, she already knew about it. How could her husband not know about it!
The person next to the little monster who disguised himself as her husband was now exposed in full view of everyone!
How could your husband not see anything strange, find out, or guess what happened!
There was pain and hatred in her chest, and suddenly, another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Madam!" The eldest maid had tears in her eyes. She comforted her and gave her water to rinse her mouth. "You must take care of yourself!"
"The mountain ghost, who has little success but more than failure, secretly followed my husband to this holy city, and actually did such a ridiculous thing!"
Her almost crazy hatred spread, "How could Murong Shuo not be dead? How could a monster like Murong Shuo not be dead!"
That mountain ghost didn't kill the young prince of Southern Xinjiang immediately, but he came to the Holy Cult at this time to do such a stupid thing!
She coughed again, "Go, let someone inquire about your husband's movements and opinions..."
"Madam, even if the king knows about it, it won't be a big deal. The king has always been considerate and protective of his wife. It was the little witch who was too cunning and deceived the guards outside. How could the king think it was the wife's fault..."