Even though the Blood Scholar is a powerful person in the Holy Realm, no matter how well he has cultivated himself or the city, he is still trembling with anger.
Even if most of it is fake, it shows that Wu Ming's provocation ability is so strong that he can stir up the minds of powerful people in the Holy Realm again and again.
This is no longer an attempt to challenge the bottom line of a powerful person in the Holy Realm, but a deliberate provocation and contempt for Chi Guoguo!
The saints are in harmony with heaven, and the power of heaven cannot be violated!
Although Wu Ming's various actions have caught the eye of a powerful person in the holy realm, in the final analysis, he is just a semi-saint. Do you really think there is nothing you can do against him?
It's not that there is no way, but the high cost and the amount of vested interests make them reluctant to touch Wu Ming for the time being.
This does not mean that the Holy Realm Power cannot touch him. At least it can give him a small lesson.
"Oh, are you getting angry now?"
At this time, Wu Ming seemed to have no idea how dangerous it was to anger a saintly power, and he didn't even know how to write the word 'death'. He tried his best to provoke him, "I am really curious. You are already old. You are no longer here."
They were born late, but they happened to be born at this time in the past and present. Is it a coincidence or a calculation?
They gave birth but didn’t raise them, and grandma didn’t love their uncles, so what did they think of them?
You are so disrespectful of human relations and contrary to the way of heaven. Do you think that you have been honored as ancestors for a long time? Do you really think that you have the final say on this day? In other words, if you have no humanity, are you still considered human beings?"
"snort!"
The blood scholar's face suddenly darkened, and there was a cold flash of blood in his eyes, like two magic knives unsheathed, which spanned a hundred feet in a flash, appeared in front of Wu Ming's door, and headed straight for his eyebrows.
"Blood Divine Sword!"
Although Wu Ming spoke lightly, his expression suddenly became extremely solemn. In the depths of his pupils, the golden dragon soul and the silver-gray snake shadow that he tried to hide appeared instantly, roaring and emitting bursts of mysterious sound waves.
Tsk!
The invisible wave ripples were like a brush, brushing past the two sword lights countless times in an instant at an unimaginable frequency, but it didn't seem to weaken much, and it didn't even show signs of slowing down.
There was a soft pop sound, and the two sword lights merged into one, and instantly disappeared into the center of his eyebrows, as if a stone had been dropped into the waveless lake like an ancient well, causing ripples.
"throat!"
Wu Ming's face turned pale, he groaned, staggered back a few steps, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be lost for a moment.
But no one knew that huge waves were rising deep in the sea of consciousness.
The golden dragon soul and silver-gray snake shadow looked up to the sky and swallowed the earth, roaring endlessly, entangling the sudden sword light.
Boom boom!
The sound of ear-piercing explosions and cracks rises and falls one after another in the sea of consciousness, like the cracking of thunder, with each wave rising higher than the next.
Even so, the sword light still carried the two visions forward for an unknown distance, and finally gradually disintegrated. It is unknown whether it was absorbed and swallowed, or was excluded from the sea of consciousness.
But in the eyes of the outside world, it only took a blink of an eye for Wu Ming's eyes to regain clarity.
"Huh, you do have some skills, no wonder you are so arrogant!"
Scholar Xue snorted coldly, took a deep look at Wu Ming, turned around and rolled his sleeves and said, "This is a lesson for you, so that you can remember it for a long time. Don't think that just because you have some ability, you can show your teeth and claws in front of the saint and do whatever you want.
Remember, before being canonized, if it is a dragon, you have to curl up, and if it is a tiger, you have to lie down, otherwise... hum!"
Although the words were not finished, the meaning was expressed very clearly.
"hey-hey!"
Wu Ming laughed lowly and did not refute, but it was all in one smile. He expressed it vividly and said calmly, "Your Majesty, the Blood Scholar, is here just to teach me how to behave, right?"
"Hmph, I can't even take care of my own daughter, so how can I have time to take care of you?"
The blood scholar stepped away, and when his figure was about to disappear into the dusk, a voice came, "In order to prevent someone from misunderstanding me under the instigation of some people, I came here specially to take a look and let you know by the way.
Although I taught that boy the "Blood God Sword Sutra", his becoming a demon was not caused by me, and his subsequent actions had nothing to do with me.
Some people, please don’t blame this saint for Sun Xiaozi’s death!”
In the words of this great master of the Holy Realm, Sun Buming could only be regarded as a junior among juniors. It was not an insult, but rather a familiarity. It was obvious that the two knew each other.
"Oh, a mighty man from the Holy Realm, just for one sentence, he deliberately came here to explain?"
Wu Ming looked at the dimmed valley, his face getting colder, "Are you deliberately playing a double act, or are you doing it for fun, or both?"
Sun Buming, the legitimate son of the old god of Yaowang Valley, is a master of alchemy who is famous throughout China and has unparalleled medical ethics!
His art has been passed down for a long time, and he has countless people alive, and he is known as the Little Medicine King!
Although he is old and has never cared about his name, it is undeniable that although this man is not as good as his father, he still has connections beyond imagination.
Not to mention, the old god is still alive and his legitimate son was killed. How can he remain indifferent and show no sign?
It is conceivable that no matter who killed Sun Buming, he would definitely be extremely passive.
The appearance of the two saints was not just because of Wu Ming, he didn't think so either, because his face was not that big yet.
In other words, the two saints did give him a little favor, but more importantly, they wanted to use his words to explain to someone that they had absolutely no direct relationship with Sun Buming's death.
Naturally, the only thing that can make the two saints value him so much is the old god who has friends all over the world. No matter whether they are human beings or monsters, they will give him three points of thin-faced old gods.
The old immortal has been practicing medicine all his life. His cultivation strength may not be very strong, but in terms of connections, no one in China can match him.
Most of the powerful people still alive in China today have received his kindness. Even if only a few of them remember the love of the past, it is enough to make any young person shy away.
As for other people, even if they don't want to take action or just say something, powerful people in the Holy Realm such as the Dragon Binding Demon Lord and the Blood Scholar have to think carefully.
This is the horror of his connections!
As the saying goes, there is nothing better than this: if you are in the right way, you will get a lot of help, but if you are not in the right way, there will be little help.
"What do the old gods think?"
Wu Ming was silent for a long time, as if he was stabilizing his injuries, and suddenly shouted.
"Hey, those two boys didn't tell me to break up Xingzang, so why should I bother?"
A sigh was heard, and the green light in the valley flickered, like the sky was bright, and the vegetation released its brilliance. There appeared an old Taoist wearing linen robes, with fair hair and a childlike face, and a peaceful expression, like an Antarctic immortal.
"If the old god leaves early or disappears, can I still force you to grow old?"
Wu Ming bowed and bowed.
In any case, this is a respectable doctor and the only medical saint in the world!
But looking at his titles, such as Wan Jia Sheng Buddha, King of Medicine, Old Immortal, etc., although there is an element of flattery, this one is worthy of it and is absolutely worthy of his name.
"Others can't do it, but my little friend is used to being lawless. If the old man doesn't show up, he will be in trouble in the future!"
The old god stroked his long beard with his hand, and slowly came closer. He stood at the spot where Sun Buming was killed by a knife, and his expression changed indescribably.
Perhaps, there is a trace of sadness, perhaps a trace of loneliness, or nothing has changed, it is just Wu Ming's illusion.
"The old god has promoted the younger generation!"
Wu Ming slightly cupped his hands, but his expression showed no uneasiness. Obviously, what the old god said was true.
Perhaps, this person is one of the most difficult people to offend in the world. He has a background and energy that is difficult for ordinary powerful people in the holy realm to achieve. Even Wu Ming now is a terrifying existence that he will not easily provoke.
But back then, he had a grudge with Sun Tongtong, killing two of his extraordinary-talented grandsons, and already had a life-and-death feud. How could Wu Ming not make arrangements?
"Oh!"
The old god smiled bitterly and shook his head. Like an ordinary old man, he walked slowly a few steps to sit on a boulder aside, but his eyes did not leave that place. He said quietly, "Aren't you curious, how come they are so old in this era?
Are you going to get together to have a baby?"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank and he looked at the old god in surprise.
This person is actually a gynecological saint?
"That's right, it's the old man!"
The old god sighed, with a sad look in his eyes.
"It turns out that old gods are not exempt from vulgarity!"
Wu Mingliu said thoughtfully.
"I am also a human being, how can I be exempt from vulgarity?"
The old immortal did not think this was a mockery, but followed the words and said, "When you reach the level of cultivation in the holy realm, your life is almost transcendent, and your lifespan is beyond the scope of heaven. How difficult is it to leave an heir?
It's a pity that I can't understand why I suddenly had the urge to leave an heir.
I have disciples who preach, receive karma, and resolve doubts, so that their art career will not be cut off, and they will practice medicine all their lives, which is what this old man wants to do in his life.
I never thought that as time goes by, I would suddenly have a son."
Wu Ming had a strange look on his face. He was so old, could he have a better mouth?
"Haha, I am also a human being. Human beings naturally have seven emotions and six desires. What's wrong with doing what you want and what I want?"
The old god seemed to see what Wu Ming was thinking, and laughed and shook his head, but the sadness in his eyes did not diminish at all, "So, nine hundred years ago, I had my first son!"
Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat and his eyes were filled with shock.
A half-sage has a lifespan of five hundred years, but Sun Buming actually lived almost two half-sage lifespans. What does this mean?
"Now that I have the first one, I didn't want the second one. I have been wandering all my life for thousands of years, and I have enjoyed the blessing of having grandchildren when I am old. I never thought that I would have a second one!"
The old god seemed unaware and continued, "That's it, troubles are coming one after another!"
Wu Ming was silent.
Those beings who are honored as ancestors either have children in their early years, are descendants of relatives, or are alone.
Who wouldn’t be tempted to watch the old fairy tree blooming more than once?
Especially when the evil catastrophe of ancient and modern times is approaching, people are tempted and want to plot it, but which chess piece is more suitable than their own direct blood?
As a result, not only one great saint in the holy realm suddenly had a child, but there were countless more noble second-generation saints in the world, and there was also a gynecological saint!
What ordinary people couldn't see, Wu Ming saw!
In this birthing feast, the table is filled with the souls of victims of flesh and blood, and countless extraordinary women have died for them!
The life of a powerful person in the holy realm has long been close to transcendence. How can the essence of life be endured by ordinary people?