Dong Donghai's three hall masters, Wen Yiming and the rest of the Dragon Soul team members were waiting in the square, and the surrounding Chuangyi Pavilion people looked at each other, exchanged heads and whispered.

It is true that they are hostile to Wen Yiming, but under the humiliation of the pavilion master, the five hall masters they respect seem to have learned some secrets, and their faces are very ugly, and they seem to be begging Wen Yiming right now.

The five hall masters really didn't feel good in their hearts, but their talent was like this, more than ten years ago, their cultivation was only the eighth layer of the Martial Sect, which was already a leap forward, but in front of the few Martial Sect late stage at the entrance of the Holy Demon Cave, they knew that they were not opponents.

Not to mention that two of them are the ninth layer of the Martial Sect, just sensing the fierce forging aura on the opponent's body, they know that the combat power is no longer at the same level, if Wen Yiming does not help, although the other party is only five people, it will be difficult for them to win even if they fight to the death.

Finally, Wen Yiming's temperament is no longer the same as before, of course, they also found that the Fifth Autumn Cross pulled Wen Yiming's cuffs several times in a row, knowing that in addition to remembering Meng Lao's kindness, this person is largely looking at the face of the Fifth Autumn Cross.

Wen Yiming didn't go in person, which is enough to explain the problem, he waited in the square, and another reason was that he was determined to kill Night Dance Frost.

If Meng Wuxian still survives, he will wait for this old man to see Ye Wu Shuang, no matter what, Ye Wu Shuang is also the great-granddaughter of Meng Wu Wu, although he will feel cruel when he does this, but at the same time, he also decided that even if Ye Wu Shuang did not harm Meng Wu Regret and Dongfang Zhiyu, he will still have to use it and cannot change it.

Dong Donghai and the others have been sharing Wen Yiming's aura of concentration, and they are not only admiring but envying this god-level auxiliary martial art.

In the perception, in the late stage of the five fierce martial arts, under Cui Lang's fan-shaped diamond blade cutting, let alone the power to fight back, they couldn't even have the qualifications to defend, after all, they were two realms higher than the cultivation.

Without a trace of blood, the five Martial Sects fell to the ground and died in the later stage.

Whether it was Dong Donghai and the three of them in the square, or Hu Hang and the others who entered the passage of the Holy Fire Cave, they all secretly guessed what kind of cultivation Wen Yiming was now because of the strength of the dragon soul.

Their strength can't see the actual cultivation of Wen Yiming and the Dragon Soul at all, but it is said that Shu Jia's strength is the God of War period, and in Wen Yiming's hands, he only has the share of escape, which can be imagined.

After a meal, Hu Hang and the others returned to the square, causing the entire Sage Square to be slightly turbulent for a moment, and then fell into silence, and the expressions on everyone's faces were ugly.

Because Li You personally pushed Meng Wuregret, who was covered in blood, although Meng Wuregret has a high status in the Valley of Tribulation, most people have seen it, this old man never pretends to be mysterious, and he is very kind and easy-going.

At this time, the old pavilion master's expression in his sleep was extremely sluggish, and his gray hair was scattered messily, stained with a lot of blood.

When Dong Donghai went up, he found that Meng Wuregret was seriously injured, and he needed to recuperate for at least three or five years before he could fully recover.

The most important thing is that his vitality has been greatly damaged, his face is gray, and he has a short lifespan, and it is estimated that he will come to an end in ten years at most.

Many people who have cultivated to reach the level of military generals have discovered this, and they can't help but feel sad, although they don't know what happened at this moment, but it is obviously related to the night dance frost.

After all, Wen Yiming and the Dragon Soul have been letting them release Meng Wuregret and Dongfang Zhiyu since they arrived in the Valley of the Tribulation Dust, which is an undoubted fact.

In this regard, everyone's hostility towards Wen Yiming instantly decreased a lot, and they showed a hint of apology.

Dongfang Zhiyu was also among them, held in Cui Lang's arms, although the injury was not serious, but in a coma and weakness, Ling Qingping investigated and determined that there was no major problem, but there was a kind of ecstasy in the body, and it was very simple to relieve, Cui Lang was relieved.

The other person was brought out by Hu Hang, and the appearance of the cloak was scattered, and everyone almost didn't recognize it, until Ling Qingping woke him up, and his face recovered a trace of spirit, and the people of the Art Pavilion recognized that this haggard old man who looked like a withered old man turned out to be the grandfather of Night Dance Frost, Ye Mingzhen.

Meng Wuregret was still in a coma, and although Ling Qingping had taken a lot of high-grade potions for him, it still took a few days to wake up.

The Five Great Hall Lords had a look of disbelief on their faces, and they looked at the weak and dying Night Dance Frost, and their eyes were full of disappointment and disgust.

They only understood from the resentment and all kinds of extremely complex emotions in Ye Mingzhen's eyes when they woke up and found Night Dance Frost for the first time, and all of this was really inseparable from Night Dance Frost.

Because, when Ye Mingzhen saw the tragic situation of Night Dance Frost, his face did not show pity and distress, but showed a kind of mocking sneer after being stunned.

It is conceivable how much disappointment and resentment this must have to make Ye Mingzhen, who is his own grandfather, have such an expression, not only the five hall masters, but also the elders of many Creative Arts Pavilions who worship and know that Ye Mingzhen really loves this granddaughter to the bones, from childhood to adulthood, it is far from enough to be described as a pearl in the palm of his hand.

This is also the reason why the five hall masters are extremely disappointed, and they are full of disgust, they are just the masters of Night Dance Frost, like grandfathers and great-ancestors, Night Dance Frost dares to be ruthless, not to mention them.

This kind of person is described as a white-eyed wolf, and it is an insult to the beast.

Dong Donghai's brows have never been so tightly wrinkled, and the folds between the eyebrows seem to be about to burst the center of his eyebrows, constantly trembling, Night Dance Frost does this, even if it is the emperor's house.

He looked down at the night dance frost who was paralyzed on the ground with disgust, and said in a trembling voice: "These...... Did you really do it?"

Nightdance Frost was so badly injured that she could barely speak, but the thought of survival still flashed in her eyes.

At this time, Ye Mingzhen struggled to sit up a little straighter with Hu Hang's support, and his throat made a loud sound, intermittent and very vague, as if he was expressing something.

Ye Mingzhen's emotions were very excited, and he kept choking and coughing up a little blood from his mouth, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Just when everyone thought that he was pleading for Night Dance Frost, Ye Ming raised his finger violently, pointed at Night Dance Frost fixedly, and finally burst out of his mouth with a word of all his might.

"Kill ——!"

Even in such an unbearable state, everyone could hear infinite heartache from this difficult word, mixed with deep anger.

The hoarse and tearing sound made the Sage Square instantly quiet.

Night Dance Cream's face, which was already as pale as paper, was horribly white at this moment, and then it seemed to be too agitated, instantly congested from the deep layers of the skin, and a split flush appeared, which looked a little hideous.

Wen Yiming didn't want to look at this disgusting face anymore, and waved his hand to turn a true vitality into a sword, and slammed it into a head.

Blood was splashed on the spot, and the head dragged the blood stains out of the square, and everyone frowned deeply, although there was no sympathy in their eyes, there was a faint regret.

Ye Mingzhen howled hoarsely, and his head dizzy.

(End of chapter)