Wu Di was embarrassed and had nothing to say.

He turned his head to Mo Ran below and said, "Ninth Senior Brother, won't you persuade them?"

"Ninth Senior Brother?"

Ye Wuchen was slightly surprised.

Yin Jianyi's registered disciples, but they can only call Mo Ran a senior brother.

Being able to call him a junior disciple means that he is a personal disciple.

"What do I advise?"

Mo Ran raised his head and looked at Wu Di.

He won't try to persuade.

In his opinion, Ye Wuchen did the right thing.

If you are an enemy, then kill.

Wu Di frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Senior Brother, do you know the consequences of killing Yun Tingfei?"

Killing an ordinary hall master is a heinous crime.

If Yun Tingfei was killed, then the entire Northern Spirit Domain Temple would shake.

At that time, Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan will definitely face the crusade of the temple.

Hearing this, Mo Ran's immature brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at Ye Wuchen.

In the end, what to do, it is still up to Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan to make an idea.

"Ye Wuchen, you let Yun Tingfei go. ”

Wu Di said to Ye Wuchen: "If you let him go, I promise that in this Northern Spirit Domain, the temple will no longer be your enemy." ”

When Ye Wuchen heard this, he was a little moved.

The temple is indeed a behemoth, and he cannot afford to mess with it.

If they really kill Yun Tingfei and provoke Yun Tingfei's father to make a move, I'm afraid no one will be able to cover them.

Moreover, being hunted down by the temple, Ye Wuchen was also annoyed.

If you can resolve it, of course, it would be the best.

But—

Ye Wuchen looked at Wu Di: "What do you take to make me believe you, what if you regret it?"

There are many people who don't believe in words, who knows if this guy will regret it?

"Just because my grandfather is Wu Qingyun. ”

Wu Di looked at Ye Wuchen: "As long as he speaks, no one dares to disobey." ”

"I don't believe you!"

Ye Wuchen said coldly.

He would never trust a stranger, let alone an enemy.

"If you don't believe me, believe this. ”

Flipping his hand, Wu Di stood out and appeared with a token: "This is the Heavenly King Order, which represents my grandfather, and the people of the Temple will not take the initiative to provoke the person holding the Heavenly King Order, unless you take the initiative to provoke." ”

As he spoke, he threw the Heavenly King Order to Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen took it.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Fan not far away.

Zhang Fan nodded lightly.

Ye Wuchen put away the Heavenly King Order and said to Wu Di: "I hope you will do what you say, otherwise the temple will be a river of blood." ”

With that, he threw Yun Tingfei over.

Wu Di hurriedly caught it.

"Ahem~!"

Yun Tingfei coughed violently.

Then he was furious and shouted, "Bastard, I'll kill you!"

He's going to strike again.

"Smack~!"

Wu Di slapped Yun Tingfei in the face.

After being slapped in the face, Yun Ting was stunned.

Wu Di looked at Yun Tingfei coldly: "Didn't you hear my words?"

The clouds trembled.

He hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"This is the second time, and I won't save you a third time. ”

Wu Di said coldly.

With that, he turned and walked up the hill.

Yun Tingfei glanced at Ye Wuchen hatefully, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.

Here, he can't afford to mess with Ye Wuchen.

Moreover, Ye Wuchen had the Heavenly King's Order, and he couldn't attack the person holding the Heavenly King's Order.

"Husband, is his word credible?"

Mo Xiyan looked at Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen took a deep look at Wu Di's back and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe him." ”

"If you don't believe it, why do you still believe it?"

Mo Xiyan was puzzled.

Ye Wuchen retracted his gaze, his eyes flickering, "I believe in our strength even more. ”

Mo Xiyan was stunned and moved instantly.

Ye Wuchen wanted to cultivate in a stable place for the time being.

Once they raise their strength, what if these people do it?

Kill them all.

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain!"

Ye Wuchen pulled Mo Xiyan, and the two walked towards the top of the mountain.

The further you go to the top of the mountain, the fewer bones there are.

Soon.

They had reached the three hundred and fifty steps.

Here they saw an acquaintance.

White clouds.

He sat down in front of a skeleton.

The skeleton was well preserved, and the flesh was not completely decayed.

The strength of this person before his death is estimated to be close to that of Xianwu.

At this time, the center of the skeleton's eyebrows shone with a faint light, and this light floated towards the center of Bai Yuntian's eyebrows.

"He's taking the inheritance. ”

Mo Xiyan said in surprise.

To be able to get the inheritance of a strong man 10,000 years ago, Bai Yuntian's luck is very good.

Moreover, Bai Yuntian is now stronger.

His cultivation has reached the Eight Heavens of the Tianchen Realm.

It has to be said that his talent is extremely high.

"With this legacy, he was able to go further. ”

Ye Wuchen said softly.

Mo Xiyan nodded.

The two of them continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

Soon, they crossed the clouds and flew to Wu Di's side.

Wu Di also sat opposite a skeleton.

This skeleton is the skeleton of a Protoss powerhouse.

Seeing Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan coming over, Wu Di raised his eyes and looked at the two.

Wu Di's eyes were full of surprise.

What kind of demons are these two people?

Why are they here?

Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan ignored Wu Di, and they continued to go up.

There are no living people on it anymore.

Even the corpses of the dead powerhouses have decreased a lot.

However, these corpses all exude an astonishing aura.

They are all powerhouses in the Immortal Martial Stage.

Soon.

They stopped at the eight hundred steps.

Ye Wuchen's eyes looked at the mountain wall next to the stone steps.

It was a piece of ice.

There was a man frozen in the ice.

A man with a broken left arm.

Through the ice, he could see that he was covered in wounds.

The internal organs were completely destroyed.

Half of his head was gone.

However, in his heart, there was a dark blue flame burning.

"This is a mysterious cold fire!"

Mo Xiyan endured it at a glance.

Ye Wuchen nodded: "He is the master of the severed hand in the Mysterious Forest, and he is also the powerhouse of the Nanming Holy Monarch lineage." ”

His arm, suppressed a corpse.

And he is frozen here.

"Is he dead?"

Mo Xiyan asked a little sadly.

Ye Wuchen gently touched the cold ice and said softly: "He is not dead yet, but his injuries are too serious, and he has to choose to freeze himself." ”

Ye Wuchen didn't know how many years he had been frozen.

But he could feel that this person's breath was already very weak.

His life force is dissipating.

Seeing this, Ye Wuchen felt sad and sad in his heart.

His palms immediately shimmered.

That's the aura of creation.

He fed his aura of creation into the ice.

That person absorbed Ye Wuchen's Creation Aura.

The faint flame in his heart gradually brightened a little.

An hour later, Ye Wuchen stopped.

His face was a little pale.

Looking at the man in the ice, Ye Wuchen said: "Hold on, hold on until I come to you again, at that time, I will heal your injuries and help you unseal." ”

The man in the ice could not answer.

But Ye Wuchen could feel the faint mental fluctuations.

He's responding to himself.

Ye Wuchen put away the sadness in his heart and looked at the top of the mountain.

They weren't far from the top of the mountain.

Here, they were able to see a flower on the top of the mountain.

It was a black lotus.