There was a dead silence in the canyon, and the strong people of the various tribes who had just shouted for Wu Ming to pay for their lives were silent one by one, and they shrunk their necks to make quails, and no one wanted to touch the mold of the Shankui Holy Monarch at this time.

In fact, in the past few days, it has been secretly spread, and the various ministries have also known about the special relationship between the Danshan clan and the mountain djinn, although they don't say it verbally, but in their hearts they also despise the Danshan clan and the temples.

Song Pu's heart was dripping blood, his old face turned black into the bottom of the pot, and he kept throwing a plea to the middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt for help, and even pleading eyes.

Song Yao is not only her granddaughter, but also the most outstanding, youngest, and most talented peak emperor of the Danshan clan today.

But now, the people are gone!

The middle-aged Confucian shirt turned a blind eye, but in fact, he couldn't say the bitterness in his heart.

Seriously speaking, he is just a doppelganger of divine thoughts, with some kind of special treasure, entrusting divine thoughts, although his combat power is comparable to that of a half-saint, but in front of the real saint, he is no different from ordinary people, even if his thoughts are no different from the deity.

No one knows better than the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt who came out of the temple, as far as he knows, there is indeed only one old man left in the entire mountain range, and now he jumped out for no reason, but he died in the ancestral land that his family had lost for many years.

He knew what he was thinking in his heart, covering it with his toenails, and if he really blamed him, and even suspected that the temples had deliberately laid it out, even if it was true, he could not talk about it in broad daylight or on the table.

After all, the layout of the temples is too gloomy, which alien race will dare to take refuge in the future?

For a while, hundreds of emperors, plus seven or eight half-saints, and even his holy monarch god clone, all became dumb, leaving only Wu Ming to scold the heavens and the earth.

"Do you always say something?"

"Is that all?"

"Whoever it is, there is a price to pay!"

Wu Ming's joy was like a mirror in his heart, and he couldn't be clearer about the person who killed the grinding plate.

To put it bluntly, the strength of the grinding disc is indeed strong, even if Song Yao has initially mastered the Holy Dao, under its full outbreak, he can't leave half a cent of his strength, so that he can't stop when he hits it hard, and he is killed on the spot!

Otherwise, she would not be in a hurry, and use the heavy treasures given by the temples to attack Wu Ming from the air to prevent him from reaching the top.

"This matter ......"

Shan Kui finally spoke, and his dim eyes swept by, and everyone who was seen shivered to avoid it, and his jaw almost hit his chest.

"This is not the work of the Temples!"

The middle-aged Confucian shirt immediately expressed his position, as if he felt a little chilled in the hearts of Songpu and even the Danshan clan, and added, "I can guarantee that the Danshan clan will not kill the mountain djinn line, no matter what, the two clans worship an ancestor." ”

"Your Majesty Shankui Mingjian, the younger generation will never let anyone poison the Shanpan clan brother!"

Song Pu's face softened, and he hurriedly explained, and he almost swore an oath to the sky, but his eyes were staring at Wu Ming from time to time, and he wanted to know the whereabouts of his precious granddaughter.

It's not that I didn't think that something might have happened, but the soul lamp was burning, and he used countless secret techniques, and he couldn't find anyone.

As for dying at the hands of Wu Ming, he didn't even think about it, no one knows better than him what his granddaughter is capable of, don't say one, even a hundred Wu Ming bundles together, and they are not opponents.

"Well, in that case, let's stop this matter, even if it's his life!"

Shan Kui nodded gloomily and waved his hand.

In the buzzing and muffled sound, the sound of wind and thunder was loud, and hundreds of emperors of various ministries disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only Song Pu and the middle-aged man in Confucian shirts, as well as Wu Ming.

"According to the agreement, I want to take away the ancestral land of the royal house, do you have no opinion?"

Hearing this, Song Pu's old face collapsed, his eyes showed bitterness, but he didn't dare to say more than half a word, and the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt hesitated slightly, and finally bowed slightly.

Can you disagree?

If you say it, who spills it out, in order to stabilize the tribes of Daxianbei Mountain, you have to make this decision, and it is also the result of consulting with the temples after contacting the deity.

It's just that who would have thought that nine out of ten things would be such a result?

"Humph!"

Shan Kui clearly sensed the fluctuations of the two thoughts, the light in his eyes flashed, and the hidden mountains, rivers and lakes loomed, and he raised his big hand and grabbed it into the canyon.

The buzzing roar was endless, the top of the sky rippled and vibrating, and I saw the lightning and thunder, the hundred-mile whirlpool surging and surging, and the space was concave and sunken, just like the shape of a big hand grasping this day.

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, although he had long known that the Sage Heavenly Might was unparalleled, but this was the second time he had seen Shan Kui make a move, and it was just to choose the right growth environment for cultivating the Dragon Devouring Vine, and it was only at this time that he really reflected how strong this person was.

Standing next to this old man didn't feel anything, but looking at Song Pu's miserable white face, the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was surrounded by light and shadow, ripples, and it seemed that he would collapse at any time, which could be seen.

Just the external coercion can't withstand it, even if there is a suspicion of deliberate demonstration, it is enough to see that the power of the Holy Monarch!

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a thunderous surprise exploded in his ears, but he saw Shan Kui's brows furrowed, as if he was a little puzzled, his hands were pinched again, and the yellow light and shadow poured into the world like clouds.

Through the ripples of infinite space, faintly, the phantom shadow of a mountain holding the sky and the earth disappeared in a flash, and then the ripples of the entire space collapsed.

"How is that possible?"

Shan Kui was furious, glared fiercely at the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt and said, "What have you done, why can't the Origin of the Ancestral Land be communicated by the Divine Saint?"

"This ......"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered.

The layout of the temples was clear to him, but he couldn't say it clearly, after all, it was determined that the ancestral land of the royal house was about to be completely controlled, but now the situation is unknown.

After all, Song Yao is gone!

The corners of Song Pu's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly lowered his head, for fear that this person would spread his anger on his head.

Although it is true that he is worried about his precious granddaughter, but it really annoys this person, and it is a loss, even if there are many temple backers, no one can guarantee what price the Danshan clan will pay in order to appease this person's anger!

"Say, do you really think that your little movements, this saint is not aware of them?"

Shan Kui was really angry, it was related to the ancestral land of the Wang House, and it was the foundation of the inheritance of the mountain giant spirit clan, so he couldn't help but be angry, and his cold eyes stared at Song Pu and said, "What a temple, broken his word and fat, is it really a muddy sage?"

Wu Ming subconsciously took two steps back, quietly skimmed his face, and hid the smile on the corner of his mouth.

You're not made of mud, you're made of stone!

But dare not think about it, otherwise Shan Kui will definitely not mind slapping him to death, and the flesh and bone marrow will be used as flower fertilizer.

The most important thing is that the happier this noisy person is, the more beneficial it is for him, and it is easy to fish in troubled waters!

"Shankui Holy Monarch is angry, this matter is definitely not my doing, as for why this situation happened, I don't know!"

The middle-aged Confucian shirt no longer has the calmness when he first saw him, because Shankui has always called himself me, and when he called himself a saint, according to the records, it was already a precursor to the action!

With his strength, he will definitely not be able to stop this slap.

"Elder Shan, when I was in the eighteen bends of the mountain, I was attacked by someone, that person used the power of the Holy Dao, if it weren't for the giant spirit mountain seal, borrowing your power in the air, I would have died in it!"

Wu Ming didn't want to let him go, so he stepped forward at the right time and said with resentment on his face.

"No wonder Ben Sheng felt that your breath fluctuated abnormally before, and there was even a force that left out of thin air, so that's it!"

Shan Kui's face suddenly turned black to the bottom of the pot, his eyes flickered faintly, but in fact, he was also weak-hearted, after all, he had bad intentions, and it was the second time he had cheated Wu Ming.

At this time, he had to follow Wu Ming's words, and he had to be held accountable and covered up, otherwise Wu Ming would see through it, and God knew what trouble would happen.

With his understanding of Wu Ming, if he dares to splash dung Wu Ming in the Heavenly King's Tent and Hanyue Lake in the Northern Jindu City, he will definitely be able to do the lack of virtue of digging people's ancestral graves!

The mountain djinn clan withered, and they really couldn't stand the toss!

"Don't think that if you don't say it, there is no way for this saint to know, even if this matter hits all the temples, this saint will not give up!"

Shan Kui's eyes were calm, and he stared at Song Pu for a while, and looked at the heart of this half-saint, and cold sweat was dripping down his back.

"This ......"

Song Pu Na can't speak, and he can't say anything about his suffering.

Could it be that his precious granddaughter got the treasures of the temple and went to refine the origin of the ancestral land of the king's house, but disappeared inexplicably inside?

If you want to say this, you don't have to think about it, Shan Kui will definitely slap him to death.

"The Holy Monarch of Shankui is angry, the truth of this matter remains to be discussed......

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt looked bad, and knew that Songpu might not be able to withstand Shengwei's truth, so he hurriedly interrupted.

"Do you think he's lying, or is this saint playing tricks?"

Shan Kui's eyes showed a fierce light, and he didn't even give him a chance to explain, and made a brazen move.

Buzz!

The wind and clouds changed color, and the giant palm that covered the sky flashed away at the top of the sky, and the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt didn't even react at all, so he turned into powder and scattered like the wind!

"Shhh

Wu Ming took a breath and smacked his tongue secretly, this is too domineering!

In his eyes, the usual mountain elders are like the most wooden old farmers, even if they are bullied, they are silent, otherwise the mountain djinn clan will not wither.

But now it seems that there must be secrets in it that he doesn't know, and of course, it is not ruled out that the mountain djinn clan has indeed reached the limit of life and death, and Shankui is showing his attitude to the temples!

If it was not enough to wipe out a Holy Monarch God Mind clone, he wouldn't mind doing anything more to show his toughness!

Just as Wu Ming thought, he saw Shan Kui's eyes turn and look at Song Pu.

"The Holy Monarch is angry, the younger generation really doesn't know that this will happen, before opening the Holy Land, Zhu Sheng once asked my granddaughter to refine a treasure, as for what it is, the younger generation doesn't know very well, only knows that it is to the origin of the ancestral land!"

The dignified half-saint couldn't withstand the pressure, and the frightened servant fell to the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"It's done!"

It's just that no one saw the gleam in Wu Ming's eyes.

In this way, this black cauldron can be regarded as firmly buckled on the heads of the Danshan clan and the temples!