Not to mention how the four mighty saints were trapped outside the gates of the temples by Wu Ming in an understatement. The ancestor of Xuan Sheng was a little distracted, and somehow he followed Wu Ming's footsteps and stepped into it subconsciously.
"this……"
After stepping into it, the ancestor of Xuansheng came back to his senses with horror. He subconsciously stopped and looked down, and seemed to have discovered something incredible.
As a demon clan and a strong person who is friendly to the human race, Xuansheng Ancestor has been to the temples countless times, and he has also been to this hall to pay homage to the sages.
But it has never been as easy as today to step into this place without feeling any discomfort.
Once upon a time, even with his status and strength, if he wanted to enter this place, he had to fast, bathe, and follow a series of strict and even outrageously cumbersome rules formulated by the human race's Li family.
After going through all these procedures, even an old man like him would be dizzy and annoyed, but he could only be patient.
There is nothing wrong with it, it is just a disrespectful hat that disrespects the sages and has no respect for others.
If not everyone was like this, and it wasn't just him as a member of the demon clan, I'm afraid they would all think that this was a deliberate targeting, and it was necessary to create resentment.
Even so, every time he entered this place, Xuansheng Ancestor would feel uncomfortable, as if there were several eyes staring at him secretly, and the slightest movement would lead to disaster.
This is not because Xuansheng Ancestor is too sensitive, but his intuition tells him, and he can also vaguely feel, densely in the dark, the countless restrictions on the holy way that have been blessed by the saints and sages of the human race.
Not to mention him, even if he is the most powerful person in the Holy Realm, if he dares to force his way in, he will definitely not be able to get away without saying that his body will be destroyed and his bones will be shattered.
But now, Wu Ming not only came in, but he was not hindered at all. Even the perceived restrictions on the holy way seemed to have disappeared.
"not good!"
For no reason, Xuansheng Ancestor felt a warning sign in his heart, and he subconsciously pulled back his feet. His expression suddenly changed wildly, and he screamed loudly, "Back off, quickly..."
"Ignorant rats who dare to break into the temple and disturb the sages will surely die without a burial place!"
"For those who have no respect for their superiors and have forgotten their ancestors, it is not a pity to die!"
"snort……"
As if to verify the bad thoughts in Xuansheng Ancestor's mind, a mocking sneer came from behind.
When the ancestor of Xuan Sheng turned around and retreated, he could clearly see that the four saintly powers who were trapped outside the palace gate and should not be very clear seemed to be sneering at him.
At this moment, Xuansheng Patriarch didn't understand that the other party was just pretending to let Wu Ming enter here in order to use the countless holy Dao restrictions here to kill him here.
It's a pity that a series of changes made the Xuansheng Ancestor who should have known about the danger here not think of this for a while.
Or, perhaps, some special power has blinded one's own perception, causing one to step into danger unprepared.
But seeing that Wu Ming had gone deep into the hall, seemingly unaware of it, as if he was moving forward indomitably, the ancestor of Xuansheng suddenly felt at ease for no reason. He glanced at the four saintly masters with pity, and the feet that had been retracted landed on the ground again, calmly
And go.
It's a long story, but in just half a breath, no one knew that so many thoughts were going through the mind of the ancestor Xuansheng.
"How come?"
"Why didn't the great formation in the Sage's Temple activate?"
"What's going on?"
The cold mockery on the faces of the four great saints, after watching the Xuansheng Ancestor enter, they suddenly stiffened inexplicably and became increasingly ugly.
Just as the ancestor Xuansheng thought, the saints are now dealing with the Qilin Holy Elephant Rebellion, and it is difficult to spare their hands to mobilize more power to deal with Wu Ming. After noticing Wu Ming's movements, they secretly reached a consensus and wanted to borrow
The restrictions in the Pantheon killed Wu Ming in one fell swoop and prevented future troubles forever.
Unexpectedly, the ban was not activated as expected. No matter how they used cooperation methods, it was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, without causing any waves.
What makes the saints even more uneasy is that in the past, the restrictions that could be clearly sensed through the control center now seem to be obscured by an invisible force, as if they are ignorant, and the connection with the restrictions is almost completely severed.
For all the saints, this is simply unimaginable, and they cannot figure out why such a thing would happen.
You must know that the prohibitions in the Pantheon are based on the icons of the seventy-two saints and saints. They were created by the saints and sages of the past generations, adhering to the methods passed down by these seventy-two sages, and were superimposed layer by layer.
Throughout the countless years in the Temple of Heaven, no one has ever been able to control the restrictions here alone.
Firstly, the restriction here is too strong and difficult to control by one person. Secondly, it is to prevent someone from being unable to resist the temptation and being swayed by the power, thus giving rise to other thoughts.
It's not that the saints are unworthy of trust, but even the saints may not be able to withstand the test under such great power.
It is inevitable that such an unpleasant result will occur, even if the chance is very small, the Temples still stipulate that the ban on the Pantheon must be in the hands of at least three people.
It can be seen from this that the strength of the restrictions here is absolutely terrifying.
But now, the three Holy Realm powers who are clearly guarding the ancestral hall have activated the restriction through special means, but there is no response at all, not even a weak fluctuation.
No matter how hard they broke their heads, they couldn't figure out what was going on. But for a while, they couldn't break through the siege of the three real and phantom figures. They could only watch Wu Ming walk to the depths of the hall.
Vaguely, there are shadows there, like mountains and seas.
"Nie Zhan, what do you want to do?"
"What qualifications do you have to worship the sages?"
"How will the saints and heroes accept your worship?"
Although they couldn't see it clearly, the four great saints clearly knew what was there, and even vaguely saw what Wu Ming was doing. They couldn't help but get angry and scolded.
Different from the fierce reactions of the four saintly powers, Xuan Sheng Ancestor completely relaxed after stepping into this place. Seeing Wu Ming walking to the front on his own, a trace of expectation arose in his heart for no reason.
There, there was only an incense table, on which was placed an incense burner the size of a square ocean bowl. It was unpretentious and engraved with unknown Sanskrit characters, but it looked like an incense burner covered by patina.
Wu Ming walked forward slowly, stopped by the incense table, and silently looked at the empty nothingness for a moment. He casually touched the incense burner, and there were three more long incense sticks in his hand.
Xuansheng Patriarch's pupils suddenly shrank, his breathing seemed to pause at this moment, and he stared at Xianxiang.
Wu Ming's face was solemn, he held the incense in both hands, bowed his head to the void, and bowed it to the end.
call!
There seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing, and it seemed as if nothing had happened, but the incense stick in Wu Ming's hand suddenly gave rise to plumes of green smoke, which appeared extremely eye-catching in the bright hall, but there was no sense of sudden disharmony.
"It's done!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng's face suddenly relaxed, and he looked slightly excitedly at the numerous images that appeared in the void and didn't know when, as if they should be there, but he didn't notice them.
"How is that possible?"
"How could the ancestors and heroes accept this animal sacrifice?"
"For so many years, the sages and heroes have not passed down any holy thoughts. This must have used some kind of evil magic to deceive the saints!"
Outside the main hall, the four great saints had lost their composure and kept shouting angrily, their voices full of disbelief.
Only the core leaders of the temples know that the seemingly ordinary incense stick is actually shaped by the rules of this place and has unpredictable divine power.
Anyone who enters this place can get three sticks of incense. However, if any treacherous and unforgiving person dares to hold this incense, once the incense is burned, it will be turned into nothingness by the fire of the rules contained in it.
But now, not to mention all the saints, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the saints and heroes accepted Wu Ming's sacrifice.
It's no wonder that the faces of the four saintly realm powers are so ugly, because this not only means that the seventy-two sages recognize Wu Ming, but also the recognition of those heroes who have fought in all directions and sacrificed their lives for the human race.
Even if not all of them are present now, the seventy-two sages are here, not all of them, just the most representative ones.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Ming bowed again, and the image in the void became more solid by three points, and there were a lot more.
But what made Ancestor Xuan Sheng's heart skip a beat, and the eyes of the four mighty saints almost popped out of their heads, was that the shadow of the saint that appeared first suddenly moved to both sides.
In disbelief, the four holy masters thought it was because they were affected and were dazzled. They even rubbed their eyes and looked carefully, only to find that it was true.
"how so?"
The four great saints looked at each other as if they were constipated. It was simply unimaginable. They felt that their three views collapsed, their beliefs were unstable, and there was thunder rolling in their hearts.
"What on earth did this kid do? To make the ancestors of the human race dare not accept the courtesy?"
Ancestor Xuansheng asked himself that he knew Wu Ming quite well.
Whether it was the integration of the mountains and seas into China and the restoration of the will of heaven and earth, or the subsequent events until the Devil's Cave under the Vajra Temple returned to China and consolidated the barrier between heaven and earth, they all contributed greatly to China.
But Wu Ming was also ruthless and ruthless, and he had never been merciful to the strong men of the human race.
Since his debut, in the more than ten years since his debut, the number of strong men from the human race who have fallen at his hands, although not that many, is because Wu Ming deliberately kept his hands, but what about before and after the battle of Kunlun Heavenly Palace?
The three great saints, Lao Jijiu, Zhu Sheng, and Zhao Shuhang, including the old, middle, and young generations of great saints, were killed by Wu Ming.
Not to mention, the previous interruption of the holy path of Li Twelve Niang and the destruction of the sacred heart of Long Jing Bodhisattva. These are the five powerful saints. For the human race, it can be said that it is a severe loss of strength and vitality.
Too much.
Under all these circumstances, it was enough for the saints and heroes to accept worship from Wu Ming. Why did they not dare to accept more worship from him?
This is by no means a simple matter of China’s will favoring it and luck favoring it.
Among them, there must be something happening that he doesn't know about, and it is most likely that Wu Ming has done something unknown secretly.
Wu Ming ignored it, stood up slowly, and bowed again.
"good!"
Like a great bell, billions of bells are ringing. It is suspected that the sound is transmitted from the nine heavens, and the loud sound is coming straight into this place. Without any concealment of appreciation, seventy-two emptinesses of different shapes and colors appear in the void, and the body shape cannot be seen clearly.
film.
The rich light of humanistic enlightenment, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, came from nothingness, supporting Wu Ming to rise slowly, his thin but strong and upright figure, like a god! (To be continued)