The nine hundred and sixtieth chapters are like a holy presence
The three of them stood in front of the mountain top, staring at the motionless Wu Ming from hundreds of feet away. No one took the lead to take action.
"Brother Sikong, you asked us not to talk about the Bahuang Demon Locking Formation and Demon Suppressing Nails and deliberately consume the power of Ao Feng, Ao Dong, Huan Zhenzhen and Jin Qing. Aren't you afraid of accidents?"
Xiao Ziliang said with a solemn expression.
Cheng Jingyu said nothing and gently shook a red sandalwood fan. No one could tell what this talented scholar from Songyang Academy was thinking.
"You two should know how precious a world treasure that can accommodate space is. If I wait to get it, it will be a great achievement. It is enough to make one person a saint. Even if it is divided, it can save the five of us countless hard work.
I have achieved the semi-saint status, but if it is divided by people from Tianlong Palace and the two major sects, how much will be left?"
Sikong Hui transmitted the message.
The two men's eyes flickered. Although they said nothing, how could they not know the stakes with their intelligence?
Even though we had more than one discussion on the road, facing Wu Ming, I always felt uneasy.
After experiencing the previous space storm, each of them suffered heavy losses, including the death of their subordinates who were traveling with them. Even the proud and powerful people like the five of them, such as the great masters and geniuses, have left a heavy psychological shadow.
I have seen cruel people, but have I ever seen someone so cruel to me?
"If I'm not wrong, Brother Sikong should have some backup, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a decision and put aside such a powerful helper. To be on the safe side, Brother Sikong should stop hiding his clumsiness!"
Cheng Jingyu's eyes flashed.
"Haha, Brother Cheng is indeed a saint. His ability to figure out people's hearts is so great. Since you have seen through it, I won't hide it!"
Si Kong Hui smiled awkwardly, took out a roll of gold and jade-colored cloth, and said calmly, "Both of you know that I have served in the Criminal Law Hall of the Holy Temples for many years and am the deacon of the outer temple. I have previously captured a fallen demon semi-saint in Xixia.
Thanks to your great service, the master of the palace has given me a blank oracle!"
"What?"
The two people's expressions suddenly changed, and they looked at the scroll with burning eyes. The moment they aroused their greed, they extinguished it.
No matter what, I never expected that Sikong Hui's trump card would be a blank oracle. You need to know that this treasure is like an imperial edict, arbitrary and arbitrary, like a holy person coming in person, and his words will be followed!
Wherever the five major dynasties of the human race in China are located, wherever luck is, once the oracle comes out, everyone will follow it!
Even a saint would not be able to make such a treasure easily, otherwise if it falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it will definitely cause chaos.
You must know that except in the war-torn times, saints will make some one-time treasures containing the power of the holy way. At other times, it is impossible to appear in the world. Only a few monuments have such treasures.
The most terrifying thing is that the holder can act expediently depending on the situation and write an edict on it, and the holy power contained in it will be activated. In addition to being non-lethal, it can suppress the ban, or cut off its arms to save treasures, or even
Deprived of martial arts cultivation.
The sage is equal to the heaven, and the heaven listens above, and the people are at peace below. His heart is broad and benevolent, and he will never kill benevolence and his fellow men easily. He will only do it ruthlessly unless he commits a heinous crime or falls into the devil.
Now this is just a blank oracle. Sikong Hui naturally has no ability to let the oracle kill Wu Ming, but as long as he uses the power of the sage's message in it to cut off his arms or ban him, everything can be easily solved.
Come to think of it, Sikong Hui would not have used such a precious treasure so easily if it had not been for the unimaginable achievements he made after suppressing Wu Ming.
You must know that even the mission of this trip to capture Wu Ming was just for a few semi-saints to pass on the edict and escort Wu Ming to the temples to await trial, rather than to kill him without mercy.
But in any era, if there are policies from above and countermeasures from below, it will work!
"Now, you two can cast spells to suppress his martial arts realm and disrupt his cultivation state. If I don't force him to use his last trump card, I won't dare to use this precious oracle easily!"
Sikong Hui solemnly.
"good!"
The two looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"I'll come first to disrupt his cultivation and disturb his mind. When his realm becomes unstable and his mind becomes disordered, you two will take action again!"
Xiao Ziliang slowly took a step forward and took out a two-foot jade box from the ring. After opening it, there was a white jade flute inside.
"Ape bone flute!"
The seemingly ordinary jade flute made Sikong Hui and Cheng Jingyu's expressions slightly change.
"You two have such good eyesight that you actually recognized this ancient treasure!"
Xiao Ziliang's eyes flashed with pride, but he didn't dare to neglect his hands. He took out a jade pendant stored close to his body with an unusually solemn expression. He even bit the tip of his tongue and used the essence and blood as a guide to cast a spell, turning it into a strange and mysterious talisman.
, falling on the jade flute.
Woohoo!
Even though the two of them were prepared and guarded, they vaguely heard a low, tearful sound of the flute in a trance. Fortunately, they were not ordinary people. They had already taken precautions and activated several rare treasures one after another.
Protect your body and stabilize your mind.
"It is indeed a legendary treasure. Even after the changes in the realm and the origin is damaged, it still has such power."
Si Kong Hui praised.
"If someone who is familiar with the music uses it, even an ordinary semi-saint would probably be disturbed by this resentful sound!"
Cheng Jingyu said solemnly.
"What you two said is true, but it's a pity that although there are people in my Xiao family who are well versed in the art of music, no one can resist the remaining resentment in this treasure. They can only be stimulated with special methods to hurt the enemy!"
Xiao Ziliang smiled slightly and gently tapped the ape bone flute.
Woohoo!
I could only hear the low tone of the flute, which easily stirred my heartstrings, soaring up to the sky. The wind and clouds changed color. Even the motionless starry sky seemed a bit darker, and I cried sadly for it!
"throat!"
What made the expressions of the three people change slightly was that Wu Ming, who was sitting quietly, turned a little pale, groaned faintly, shook his body slightly, and then stopped moving.
Buzz!
About ten breaths later, blood suddenly appeared on the ape bone flute, and a streak of blood that looked like characters suddenly collapsed. The flute body trembled endlessly, and a terrifying breath burst out. The three people were shaken by the impact.
, looking horrified.
Seeing this, Xiao Ziliang hurriedly cast a spell with his personal jade pendant and was about to take it back.
Buzz!
At this moment, a brown stone gourd about half the height of a man suddenly appeared behind Wu Ming. The mouth of the gourd shone with a bright black and yellow light, and vaguely swallowed up a sky full of mud and sand, instantly blocking the sky.
What is frightening is that the mud and sand are rolling like clouds and roaring like waves, and an even more terrifying aura escapes, causing the aura on the ape bone flute to instantly dim by three points.
"not good!"
Xiao Ziliang's expression changed wildly, and he vomited three mouthfuls of blood on the jade pendant. What made him sweat profusely and make his veins throbbing was that no matter what he did, the ape bone flute seemed to have lost its sensitivity under this breath.
"This... this is the will of the sky demon. How dare he... how dare he refine the remains of the sky demon..."
Sikong Hui trembled again and again, unable to speak fully.
Cheng Jingyu's body trembled even more, and he turned pale in horror. Looking at the endlessly surging black and yellow sand, he seemed to see a majestic shadow pressing up against the sky and the ground. He snorted, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but
Quickly put your head down.
"Damn it, this ape bone flute is said to be made from the arm bones of an ancient ape saint who had the bloodline of Tian Yao Zhenyue. Could it be that what was refined in the thick breath treasure gourd was the remains of Tian Yao Zhenyue. The two came from the same source.
, pulled out by the resentment on the ape bone flute?"
Xiao Ziliang could no longer control the ape bone flute. He allowed this treasure, which his family had treasured for countless years and brought out for safety on this trip, to be swept away by the black and yellow sand in the sky like a baby swallow.
Inside.
"It was a miscalculation, most likely!"
Sikong Hui said with a gloomy expression.
As the deacon of the Temple of Discipline, he knew far more than others, so he could immediately tell that the aura was the will of the heavenly demon. He also knew the origin of the ape bone flute, which was a statue that was pitted by human temples in the Middle Ages.
Only by killing the powerful members of the Demon Clan Alliance can one possess an almost immortal resentment!
According to legend, almost all of the holders in the past generations died unexpectedly and did not end well, so that no one was willing to reveal that they had obtained this treasure. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the Xiao family, and now it has ended up in Wu Ming's pocket.
Xiao Ziliang's head was bleeding and he stared at Wu Ming furiously.
"The matter has come to this, there is no point in talking more!"
But when Cheng Jing Yuzhen took out a scroll of bamboo slips with great care, muttering something in his mouth, he threw it high into the sky, turning into thousands of green lights, which fell like raindrops.
What is extremely awe-inspiring is that the bamboo slips are held in the hands of a phantom. The phantom seems to be watching silently, and everything in the world is silent, quietly listening to its teachings.
Sikong Hui and Xiao Ziliang looked serious, bowed their heads solemnly, and were extremely respectful, because the phantom was exactly one of the sages in the temples who had enjoyed the incense worship of the human race for generations.
Under the shadow, the starry sky seemed to have fallen silent, not daring to make any noise for fear of disturbing the preacher.
"The late learner is the last to advance, here comes the teachings of the sages!"
Cheng Jingyu prostrated loudly.
"The Master said, haste leads to..."
A sound that penetrated all things suddenly resounded across the sky and earth, and then a flash of green light turned into endless brilliance, falling directly on Wu Ming's head.
"I said..."
At this moment, the situation between heaven and earth changed color, as if there was an existence that had been rampant for eternity, rectifying its name and telling its way to heaven and earth.
"I said...I said..."
The three of them felt that their scalps were numb, their minds were trembling, and they could not hear clearly. There was only an empty thought in their minds, like thunder in the sky, and no one dared to express it.
I don’t know how much time passed, or a breath, or it seemed like a long time. The three people who truly experienced what it means to live in seconds, turned a blind eye to the dim bamboo slips scattered in the air, and remained silent for several breaths.
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"For the present plan, the only solution is to ask for an edict from the Holy Spirit!"
Si Kong Hui gritted his teeth, straightened his clothes in a hoarse voice, held out the gold and jade scroll with a respectful look, slowly unfolded it and said, "Disciple Si Kong Hui of the Discipline Hall, the enemy is here, disturb the Holy Master, listen respectfully to the Holy Edict, the great Lord
In the pre-Song Dynasty, Wu Ziming was ruthless and murderous. A few months ago, he helped foreigners at Heilong Ridge in the Daxianbei Mountains and disrupted the Danshan Festival, resulting in the loss of a valuable human treasure. More than a month ago, he massacred the Yeshahe Jiaolong lineage of the Allied tribe in Danlai Mountain.
, destroying the ancestral land of the Sang family, seizing its treasures, and making the plan of the Holy Temple to unite and cross the southern border fall short. He behaves like a demon, and his crime will not be forgiven. I specially request the Holy Judgment to seal him and imprison his treasure!"
As soon as the words fell, a golden light rose up, and amidst the changes in the situation, a figure with vast majesty appeared, like a saint coming in person! (To be continued)