There was a dead silence in the canyon. The strong men from various tribes who had just shouted for Wu Ming to pay for his life were all silent and hunched their necks like quails. No one wanted to touch the bad luck of the Mountain Leader Saint Monarch at this time.
In fact, word has spread secretly in the past few days, and various tribes also know about the special relationship between the Danshan clan and the mountain giant spirits. Although they do not say it verbally, they despise the Danshan clan and the ways of the temples in their hearts, even if they are in a different place.
, everyone will do this, but when it happens to yourself, it is not the case.
Songpu's heart was bleeding, his old face turned black, and he kept looking at the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt for help, even pleading.
Song Yao is not only his direct granddaughter, but also the most outstanding, youngest, and most talented peak emperor of the Danshan clan today. If nothing unexpected happens, if the conspiracy with the temples succeeds, the canonization of the saints will be here.
On women.
But now, the person is missing!
The middle-aged man in Confucianism turns a blind eye, but in fact he is suffering in his heart and cannot express it.
Seriously speaking, he is just a clone of the divine mind. He is transformed into a special treasure with divine thoughts. Although his combat power is comparable to that of a semi-saint, in front of the real saint, he is no different from an ordinary person, even if he thinks
What you think is no different than what you think.
No one knows how tyrannical the mountain leader is than the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt from the temples. As far as he knows, he is the only giant spirit left in the entire mountain range. Now one of them popped up for no reason, but he died.
In the ancestral land that has been lost for many years.
You can know what this person is thinking with your toenails. If you really blame him, or even suspect the deliberate layout of the temples, even if it is true, you cannot discuss it in broad daylight or on the table.
After all, the layout of the temples is too bad. Which foreign race will dare to join them in the future?
For a time, hundreds of emperors, plus seven or eight semi-saints, and even his spiritual avatar of the holy king, all became mute, and only Wu Ming was left shouting and yelling.
"Can you please say something?"
"Is that the end of it?"
"No matter who you are, you have to pay the price!"
Wu Ming's bouncing joy was like a mirror in his heart, and he knew very clearly about the person who killed Mopan.
To put it bluntly, Mopan's strength is indeed tyrannical. Even if Song Yao has initially mastered the holy way, he can't leave even half of his strength when it explodes, so that he can't stop in a head-to-head confrontation and beat him to death on the spot!
Otherwise, she would not have used the precious treasures given by the temples to attack Wu Ming from the air to prevent him from climbing to the top.
"This matter..."
Shan Kui finally spoke, his hazy eyes sweeping across. Everyone who was seen shivered and avoided, their chins almost hitting their chests.
"This is definitely not the work of the temples!"
The middle-aged man in Rushan expressed his stance immediately, seeming to have chilled the hearts of Song Pu and even the Danshan clan, and added, "I can guarantee that the Danshan clan will not kill the mountain giants. No matter what, the two
The clan worships an ancestor."
"His Majesty Shan Kuan clearly knows that this junior will never let anyone kill brother Shan Pan Clan!"
Song Pu's expression softened and he hurriedly explained that he was close to swearing to the sky, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Ming from time to time, wanting to know the whereabouts of his precious granddaughter.
It's not that I didn't think something might happen, but the soul lamp was burning brightly and I used countless secret techniques, but I couldn't find anyone.
As for his death at the hands of Wu Ming, he didn't even think about it. No one knew better than him what his granddaughter was capable of. Not just one, but even a hundred Wu Mings bundled together would be no match for her.
"Well, in that case, let's drop this matter, even if his life is bad!"
Shan Kui nodded gloomily and waved his hand casually.
Amidst the humming and muffled sounds, the sound of wind and thunder was loud, and hundreds of emperors from various ministries disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Only Song Pu, the middle-aged Rushan, and Wu Ming were left in the field.
"According to the agreement, I want to take away the royal family's ancestral land. Do you two have any objections?"
Hearing these words, Song Pu's old face fell, his eyes were filled with bitterness, but he did not dare to say no more. The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt hesitated slightly, and finally nodded slightly.
Can you disagree?
If it is said out, who will be thrown out? In order to stabilize the tribes in the Xianbei Mountains, this decision was made as a last resort. It was also the result of discussions with the temples after contacting this deity.
But who could have imagined that something so sure would end up like this?
"snort!"
Shan Kui clearly sensed the fluctuations in the thoughts of the two, his eyes flashed, and there were mountains, rivers and lakes looming. He raised his big hand fiercely and grabbed into the canyon.
The buzzing and rumbling was endless, ripples shook at the top of the sky, and among the lightning and thunder, hundreds of miles of whirlpools were surging, and the space was sunken, like a shape grasped by a big hand in the sky.
Wu Ming's pupils shrank. Although he had known for a long time that the power of the saint was unparalleled, this was the second time that Shan Kui had taken action. The first time he was just cultivating the dragon-eating vine and choosing a suitable growing environment. Only then did he truly realize this.
How powerful the position is.
Standing next to this old man, I still feel nothing, but looking at Song Pu's pale face, the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt is surrounded by light and shadow, ripples are surging, and it seems that he will collapse at any time.
It is impossible to withstand the pressure just from outside. Even if there is suspicion of Shan Lao deliberately demonstrating, it is enough to show the power of the Holy King!
"Um?"
Suddenly, a thunderous sound of surprise exploded in his ears, and he saw the mountain leader frowning, as if he was a little confused. He pinched his hands again, and yellow light and shadow poured into the sky and earth like clouds and mist.
Through the infinite space ripples, a vague shadow of a mountain supporting the sky and the ground disappeared in a flash, and then the entire space ripples collapsed.
"How is that possible?"
The leader of the mountain was shocked and angry. He glared at the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt and said, "What tricks have you done? Why can't I communicate with the origin of my ancestral land?"
"this……"
The eyes of the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt flickered.
He knew the layout of the temples clearly, but he couldn't explain it clearly. After all, it was previously certain that the ancestral land of the Wang Family would be completely controlled, but now the situation was unknown.
After all, Song Yao is missing!
Songpu's eyes twitched and he quickly lowered his head, fearing that this person would vent his anger on him.
Although it is true to worry about their precious granddaughter, if they really offend this person and they are in the wrong situation, even if they have the support of the temples, no one can guarantee what price the Danshan clan will pay to appease this person's anger!
"Tell me, do you really think that this saint didn't notice your little moves?"
The chief of the mountain was really angry. It was about the ancestral land of Wangwu, which was the foundation of the inheritance of the mountain giant spirit clan. He couldn't help but stay angry. He stared at Song Pu with cold eyes and said, "What a temple, it's just a matter of breaking one's word and getting fat."
, Do you really think that this saint is made of clay?"
Wu Ming subconsciously took two steps back and quietly turned his face away, hiding the smile on his lips.
You are not made of clay, you are indeed made of stone!
But dare you think it or say it, otherwise the chief would definitely not mind beating him to death and using his flesh and bone marrow as fertilizer.
The most important thing is that the more cheerful this noisy person is, the better it will be for him, because it is easy to fish in troubled waters!
"Sage Shankui, please calm down. This matter was definitely not my fault. I don't know why this situation happened!"
The middle-aged man in Rushan no longer has the calmness and calmness he had when we first met him, because Shangui has always called himself me, and when he calls himself the saint, according to records, it is already a precursor to action!
With his strength, he would never be able to block this slap.
"Shan Lao, when I was in the Eighteen Bends of the Winding Mountain, I was attacked by someone. That person used the mighty power of the Holy Path. If I hadn't used the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal to borrow your power from a distance, I would have been killed long ago!"
Wu Ming didn't want to let him go, so he stepped forward at the right time and said with anger on his face.
"No wonder I, the saint, felt your aura fluctuating abnormally before, and there was even a force disappearing out of thin air. That's it!"
Shan Kui's complexion suddenly turned black, his eyes were flickering, but in fact he was feeling guilty. After all, he had bad intentions in the first place, and this was the second time he had tricked Wu Ming.
At this time, he had no choice but to follow what Wu Ming said, and Lei Ting had to hold him accountable and cover it up, otherwise Wu Ming would see through it, and God knows what trouble would happen.
Based on his understanding of Wu Ming, if Wu Ming dared to throw excrement in the Heavenly King's Tent and Hanyue Lake in Beijindu, he would definitely be able to do the immoral thing of digging up people's ancestral graves!
The mountain giant spirit clan has withered like this and can no longer withstand the torment!
"Tell me, what's going on? Don't think that if you don't tell me, I can't know. Even if this matter goes to all the temples, I won't let it go!"
The Shankui's gaze turned sharply to Song Pu, making the half-saint's heart tremble at the sight, and cold sweat ran down his spine.
"This, this..."
Song Pu Na Na can't speak, and he can't express his suffering.
Could it be that my precious granddaughter obtained the treasure of the temples and went to refine the origin of the ancestral land of the royal palace, but she disappeared inexplicably?
If you say this, don't think too much, Shan Kui will definitely slap him to death.
"Sage Shankui, please calm down. The truth of this matter remains to be discussed..."
The middle-aged man in Rushan didn't know what was going on. Knowing that Song Pu might not be able to withstand Shengwei's telling the truth, he quickly interrupted.
"Do you think he is lying, or am I trying to be mysterious?"
The mountain leader showed a fierce look in his eyes and took action without giving him a chance to explain.
Buzz!
The wind and clouds changed color, and the giant palm that covered the sky flashed away at the top of the sky. The middle-aged man in the scholar's shirt didn't even have the slightest reaction, but turned into powder and scattered like the wind!
"hiss!"
Wu Ming took a deep breath and smacked his tongue secretly. This is too overbearing!
In his eyes, the usual mountain old man was like the dullest old farmer. Even if he was bullied, he would remain silent, otherwise the mountain giant spirit family would not wither away.
But now it seems that there must be some secrets that he doesn't know about. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the mountain giant spirit clan has indeed reached the limit of life and death. The mountain leader is expressing his attitude to the temples!
If killing a holy king's spiritual clone is not enough, he doesn't mind doing something else to show his toughness!
Just as Wu Ming thought, he saw Shan Kui's eyes turning sharply to Song Pu.
"Saint Lord, please calm down. I really didn't know this would happen. Before opening the Holy Land, Saint Zhu asked my granddaughter to refine a treasure. As for what it was, I don't know what it was. I only know that it goes to the origin of the ancestral land!"
"
The dignified semi-saint couldn't withstand the pressure. He fell to the ground in fright and kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic.
"It's done!"
But no one saw the flash of light in Wu Ming's eyes.
In this way, this scapegoat has been firmly placed on the heads of the Danshan clan and the holy temples! (To be continued)