"Didn't you just say that the temple monk didn't have a soft bone?" Wu Heng tasted playful, raised his foot and stepped on the high priest's chest, bowed slightly, put one hand on the thigh that stepped on the high priest's chest, squinted at the second person in power in the temple, and teased: "Then why do I feel that your bones are very soft?"

Wu Heng taunted, his thighs secretly exerted, only to hear a "crackling" sound, and the ribs in the high priest's chest were dented and broken.

The process is slow, so it's also painful.

The high priest clenched his teeth, covered in cold sweat, and his limbs twitched constantly, and the pain was so painful that he didn't want to die.

If Wu Heng just stepped down with one kick, he wouldn't be so painful.

The feeling of the bones gradually being crushed by the powerful force is the most uncomfortable.

The corners of Wu Heng's mouth rose slightly, and he said with a cruel smile: "I know that your longevity is approaching, and it is impossible to make a breakthrough, I don't care about life and death, but the physical and mental torture, I think you will still be a little unbearable!"

"Say!"

"Give me a quick list of the names of the temples and the major holy places!"

"It's all already said, and I can't tell you. ”

The high priest was hard, his chest was trampled and he refused to let go, he was already old, and he had lost his spirit, but his cloudy eyes were still full of murder, and he shouted: "You just wait for the news that the Xuanyuan family has been trampled down!"

"The mouth is quite hard, come on, give me a palm!" Wu Hengda shouted.

The monks in the hall looked at each other, this Wuheng was so bad that he didn't see it at all, and he directly regarded himself as the master here!

Wu Heng glared at Elder Duan and said, "Why are you still stunned, come over to me and reward him with thirty mouths!"

Elder Duan was a little difficult to adapt to this identity gap, and felt embarrassed, so he didn't respond for a while. After all, Fang Cai Wuheng was still respectful to him, and he pointed wherever he was fighting.

Now it is directly reversed, and Wu Heng points to where he must fight.

"What, don't you think your bones are hard enough and you need me to loosen them?" Seeing that Elder Duan was indifferent, Wu Heng clenched his fists and said intimidatingly.

Hearing this, Elder Duan shuddered in his heart, and said weakly: "No, there is no ......"

"Then why are you still standing still?" Wu Heng asked.

Elder Duan's face was embarrassed, beating the high priest was disrespectful, and it was tantamount to betraying the temple. On the other hand, his own life is at stake, and if he doesn't fight, his life will not be guaranteed.

"Damn, let it go!" After thinking about it for a while, Elder Duan thought that it was better to save his life now, and he couldn't live now, let alone in the future.

Seeing Elder Duan walking towards the high priest, the rest of the monks were shocked, Liu Luolin said, "That's the high priest, Elder Duan, you dare to fight?"

"It's presumptuous!" the high priest disciples, who had just arrived at the scene, also shouted.

The high priest's combat power is difficult to rank in the top ten of the temple, but his identity is extraordinary, he has awakened the soul of the Heavenly Machine, is in charge of the entire priesthood, has a high prestige, and belongs to the ancestor figure that any younger generation should respect.

"I think you are simply presumptuous, when you come to my territory, you still dare to make a loud noise?" Wu Heng's cold eyes swept towards the disciples of the high priest, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

The high priest's disciples were stunned, and were speechless.

This is obviously their territory, but they have no room to refute the outsider.

After all, everyone's lives here are in control of Wu Heng's thoughts, and objectively speaking, the priest's hall can be regarded as his territory.

Elder Duan relented, walked quickly to the high priest's side, grabbed the placket of his robe with his left hand, and slapped his old and majestic face with his right hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

The slap was loud, it can be said that it was sharp, one is thirty, one is not more, one is not less.

The high priest's face was red and swollen, his eyes were gloomy, this time it was really too late, he was about to end his life, and before stepping into the coffin board, he would be severely humiliated by a subordinate who he could call around on weekdays.

"To say or not to say?" Wu Heng asked the High Priest in a low voice, he didn't have much time to spend here.

"Bah!" the high priest spat out a mouthful of blood on Elder Duan's face, his hair scattered, and he glared at Wu Heng viciously.

"Keep palming!"

Wu Heng didn't look back, and commanded Elder Duan in an ordered tone.

"You dare! let go of Master!" The high priest's disciples were furious, some of the disciples were already gray-haired, and they were not young, how could they bear to see the master being humiliated in front of him!

"If you don't dare, squeeze his mouth crooked!" Wu Heng drank coldly, and then continued to kill.

The two disciples of the High Priest Tongtian Realm at the scene were beaten by Wu Heng with two or three punches, and they couldn't stand on their feet, and their whole bodies trembled.

"Without using the Holy Law, we can't resist with our fists alone, this is a little too terrifying!"

"I can sense a powerful blessing on him!"

The immortal veins on Wu Heng's back were running rapidly, and the milky white fairy light was not dazzling, but it was quite eye-catching.

It was the power of an immortal, and ordinary monks couldn't compete with it.

"He has awakened the vein of ascending immortals, and it is estimated that there is no opponent in Tongtian. The High Priest said in a solemn tone.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Ming, who had fought with Wu Heng before, was like ashes, and he knew that the enemy in front of him was already an existence that he could no longer defeat. Maybe this is a threshold that he is destined to pass.

Wu Heng slapped a monk who rushed madly towards him and flew on a pillar more than ten meters away, just an understatement took the life of the Dragon Transformation Realm monk, he turned to look at the high priest and said, "You have a little knowledge!"

"Together, I don't believe that his power is endless!" the disciples of the high priest shouted, but one by one they still couldn't change the fate of being beaten away by Wu Heng's random counterattack.

"Don't resist uselessly, we're no match for him at all. The high priest looked gloomy and sighed in a long voice.

"Hmph, do you want to delay time?" Wu Heng snorted coldly: "Do you think that if they don't resist, I won't take the initiative to kill?"

Being pierced by Wu Heng's words, the high priest's facial muscles twitched slightly, he really didn't expect that this young man not only had combat power beyond his age, but also had careful thinking.

"Tell me the list quickly, or there won't be a single monk left in the High Priest's Hall!"

Wu Heng's tone was resolute, until now, no one would think that there was anything he didn't dare to do.

"Tell you what, can you change the fate of the Xuanyuan family being destroyed?" The high priest's eyes were gloomy, and he said, "Thirty-six holy land and my temple monks, do you think your Xuanyuan family can compete?"

"It's impossible to compete, so I'm going to destroy the temple first, so that your coalition army will be leaderless, so that it will be self-defeating!"

"Are you talking in your dreams, the temple is guarded by the Jinpeng royal family, and a small person like you can crusade?" the high priest scolded.

............

(The family died, there was a vigil in the mountains, and the update will not be very stable in the near future).