Hua Xing heard the twisting sound of her heart twitching. Although she didn't have a heart, she couldn't help being frightened.
How could Wu Ming survive the serious injury caused by the Holy Soul's backlash? Even if he survived, how could he stand there alive and say hello?
But her original holy path, which had been greatly depleted, told her that it was not an illusion, it was clearly real!
But now she can't care about anything else.
The Holy Scriptures of Confucian Ancestors and the Heaven and Earth Net are two sacred treasures of the human race. The former suppresses demons and kills evil spirits, and the latter provides blessings with the rules of heaven and earth.
The two complement each other, not to mention her, even the stronger Holy Realm power will have to drink hatred on the spot.
Fortunately, I have the Soul-Eating Demonic Crown to protect me, otherwise today would be in danger!
"I will never let you go, nor the human race!"
Countless evil thoughts flashed through Hua Xing's mind in an instant, and he even regretted that he should not have trusted Wu Ming so easily, thinking that he was really going to put a pillow on his back when he was about to die.
As a result, she teamed up with the enemy and severely deceived her.
But until she dies, this matter is not over.
"Go back!"
However, a roar like thunder rolled in, and the terrifying power was released wantonly, as if it was vibrating in the ears.
Even though he is a powerful person in the holy realm and an emperor of the demon clan, he is still shaken to his core and his demon soul is unstable. In order to escape from the net of heaven and earth and the Confucian holy book, the consumption of painting stars is really too great.
Before I could even see who it was, I felt a buzzing in my head, and my whole body was in severe pain, and I was thrown back violently!
Looking from a distance, I was shocked to see the tattered and crumbling Zhenshan Cangyue. The thick breath gourd in my hand was turned, and the mouth of the gourd was facing the painted star.
Thunder was rolling inside, and a big hand made of thunder came out and instantly covered Hua Xing's forehead, pressing it back.
"What's going on?"
No one can figure out what is going on, and even Han Sheng, who participated in this plan, may not really know.
Because, just by looking at the thunder palm breath coming out of the gourd's mouth, it's clearly another saint!
What should I say?
Because a mountain-holding Cangyue ran out of the gourd. Although this heavenly demon is not in the holy realm, it can compete with the saint by relying on the foundation of one of the six demon spirits. Ordinary false saints may not even be its opponent in its current state.
Don't forget, a two-horned demon emperor was also suppressed inside. Who can guarantee that it won't appear again next time?
The most bizarre and puzzling thing is that Wu Ming "resurrected from the dead".
To be precise, even if Wu Ming did not die from the backlash of the Holy Soul, it stands to reason that his soul would be scattered and he would be in a dying state.
The scene where one's strength cannot be restrained and is about to collapse cannot be faked.
Otherwise, Hua Xing will not be so easily convinced that he gets involved.
"Ah, no..."
At this time, Hua Xing seemed to come to his senses and screamed fiercely, but he was no longer able to escape from the dragnet and the suppression of Confucian scriptures.
“Sparse but not omitted!”
Han Sheng avoided the crazy pursuit of the Blood Owl Demon Emperor, pinched the golden pen in his hand, and completed the last step of closing the treasure.
But I saw the mighty forces of heaven and earth gathered together, turning into endless shaped spiritual light, wrapping around the painted star, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to have become a cocoon of light standing in the sky.
One could vaguely hear the roaring and cursing of Hua Xing, a powerful saint in the holy realm.
But anyone can hear the fear in her tone!
Because the Confucian scriptures contain immeasurable awe-inspiring righteousness, hanging on the cocoon of light. The words on it seem to be alive, constantly injected into it, and finally unfolded, and the bamboo slips are like a cage, wrapping the cocoon of light.
"It's done!"
The faces of the saints in China were slightly relaxed, and the overall situation was decided.
Without the Bone Jie Demon Emperor and Hua Xing, the two-horned Demon Emperor and other shadow clones were lost, and with the isolation of the two great treasures, the other shadow clones were almost half useless.
Under this situation, the strong ones in China are already in an invincible position.
Who would have thought that all these accidents were caused by Wu Ming?
Even the most proficient demon emperor in the art of divination would never have imagined that a mere semi-saint would carry with him a six-path demon spirit comparable to a saint, and a true saint.
This is no longer cheating, this is going against God!
After all, how could the Holy and Heavenly Qi be driven by a Half-Saint? This was totally against common sense.
Unless it is a huge cause and effect,
"I'm so suffocated!"
Just when everyone was shocked and had not yet recovered, a domineering and unruly shout sounded out, and the giant thunder palm in the gourd's mouth continued to extend, and suddenly turned into a tall and burly giant, wearing blue and gold armor.
Chinese.
If you look closely, you will see that the armor is somewhat similar to the Azure Dragon Armor that Wu Ming wore before. Even the giant man himself, apart from his overly resolute and ferocious face, is vaguely similar to Wu Ming when he 'fell into the devil'.
"This breath..."
Ao Longsheng, whose opponent had no intention of fighting, suddenly shrank his pupils and said in a voiceless voice, "Long, you are a thunder eel!"
"Oh, the green loach from the North Sea is here too!"
The giant man Tong Ling Huan glared and said fiercely, "Why, you don't accept it?"
"Well……"
Everyone was shocked. Most of them had never heard of the Thunder Eel, but he was still a saint. How could he be so virtuous?
"you……"
Ao Longsheng's expression froze, as if he was blocked.
What can he say?
This is obviously a mixed person, and his strength is quite extraordinary. After all, he is the supreme being of the ancient Dragon Court, in charge of the Rain Department.
Although he was too unruly, arrogant, and powerful in battle, and was eventually cut off by the Dragon Clan from all over the world, but his tyrannical strength in mastering the origin of thunder cannot be denied!
If not, someone else might not be able to slap the painting star back with one palm.
Thunder's ability to suppress evil and slay demons is no worse than Haoran's righteousness, but its power is too violent and few people can truly control it!
"Thank you big brother for your help!"
Wu Ming bowed his hand.
"Thank you for everything, my brother!"
The giant man came closer, obviously in a good mood. He patted Wu Ming on the shoulder with his big hand, making him stagger, and said carelessly, "The main thing is to strive for your own success, otherwise...hehe!"
As he spoke, he glanced at all the saints in the state with disdain, and even looked at Saint Ao Long without concealing his murderous intent!
The lineage of the dragon is almost cut off. Looking around the world, I am afraid that he is really the only one left!
How can this enmity and hatred be eliminated?
roar!
Cang Yue roared, and a large amount of black-yellow sand spewed out from the gourd, clinging to his body, causing his shaky breath to recover at an alarming speed.
The two of them stood behind Wu Ming, and they looked like the two generals Heng Ha and the guardians, but no one dared to underestimate them.
One of the six demon spirits, Thunder Dragon Saint, who dares to whisper?
Even the fox barbarian saint who wished to crush Wu Ming to ashes, or the powerful demon clan who had suffered a great loss, carefully put aside their opponents at this time and joined forces to keep warm, so as not to be surrounded by the saints of China.
Even though he had cooperated with Wu Ming and even killed the Demon Emperor Gu Jie, the Cang Jue Saint still had a complex expression on his face, and there was an inexplicable luster in his old eyes.
Now, I'm afraid everyone thinks that the old man is acting with Wu Ming, and that he was trying to cooperate with Han Sheng in cheating the star.
Unfortunately, the old man really didn't know about this. At that time, he was like a painting star. He subconsciously thought that Wu Ming saw that there was no hope of escape, broke the jar and smashed it, and wanted to drag Zhu Sheng to bear him before he died.
After all, it was truly dying.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye he would be jumping around and release a thunder dragon saint, which would determine the world in one fell swoop.
In other words, Han Sheng didn't know about the cooperation between this kid and him, but he kept the cooperation with Han Sheng in the dark.
Such sophisticated methods and a chain-to-chain layout were extremely ruthless, and they did not hesitate to take risks. Even all the powerful saints present felt threatened.
This young prodigy with only half-saint cultivation cannot be judged by common sense!
"The human race is indeed cunning. We lost this time. Don't be complacent if we beat you!"
The Blood Owl Demon Emperor's face was gloomy, and his blood-red eyes were full of coldness as he said, "Let Star Emperor go, you should know her identity, otherwise I won't be waiting next time!"
The powerful people in China were immediately in an uproar.
I finally suppressed a powerful person in the Holy Realm, and just let him go. Are you kidding me?
"I naturally know her identity, and I can make the decision to spare her life!"
Surprisingly, Han Sheng really intended to do this, but he put forward a condition, "But all the spies and spies of the Chinese Bone Painting Royal Family must be withdrawn, and Xuan Sheng must be allowed to return!"
"impossible!"
The Blood Owl Demon Emperor's complexion suddenly changed and he flatly refused.
"Are you sure you are in charge?"
Han Sheng said calmly.
"you……"
The Blood Owl Demon Emperor's expression froze, anger surged in his eyes, and his chest heaved violently.
It's not that I'm not rich enough as a Demon Emperor, it's just that the feeling of being despised is uncomfortable, especially in front of so many beings of the same level, I really can't stand it.
At this moment, everyone knew that painting stars was the goal of this trip from beginning to end!
It is also the only goal.
Otherwise, why would you take out the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword? Isn’t it just to seduce the powerful members of the Painted Bone Royal Family?
It's a pity that a spoiler appeared who didn't follow common sense and disrupted everyone's plans. Even Han Sheng had to go along with the other party's wishes.
After all, it was true that he was injured, but it was far less serious than it seemed!
Zhu Sheng was silent, looking at his nose and heart, as if it had nothing to do with him, but only he knew what he was thinking in his heart!
Han Sheng gave him a warning, and Wu Ming's sword was a warning!
If that sword strike was real, he deserved it. Wu Ming died voluntarily, and no one could blame anyone.
Ao Longsheng looked at the giant thunder dragon man without any trace, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and his eyes fell on Wu Ming.
It's not that I'm afraid of Cang Yue and Thunder Dragon, but I'm thinking of another terrifying existence.
What if one day, Wu Ming releases Diaosou Fuhai?
"Don't push yourself too far. If you dare to hurt the Star Emperor at all, that old turtle will definitely not end well!"
The Blood Owl Demon Emperor said coldly.
"Since Xuansheng dares to go, he has a perfect plan to protect himself. I believe in him!"
Han Sheng looked calm and said calmly, "Now, I want to escort Hua Xing into the Demon Suppression Tower. You only have three days to consider it!"
"This is a cruel person!"
Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat and he secretly thought, Ancestor Xuan Sheng, please wish yourself well!