"How is that possible?"

Hua Xingyue heard the twisted sound of her heart twitching, and although she didn't have a heart, she couldn't help but be horrified.

How could Wu Ming survive the serious injury of the Holy Soul's backlash, and even if he survived, how could he stand there alive and say hello?

But the Origin Saint Dao, who had suffered a great loss, told her that it was not an illusion, it was clearly true!

But now she couldn't care about anything else.

Confucian Sacred Scriptures, Heaven and Earth Net, two holy treasures of the human race, the former suppresses demons and punishes evil, and the latter is blessed by the rules of heaven and earth.

The two complement each other, don't say it's her, even if it's a stronger Saint Realm power, you have to hate it on the spot.

Fortunately, there is a Soul Eater Crown to protect you, otherwise it would be dangerous today!

"This palace will never let you go, and the human race!"

Countless vicious thoughts flashed in Hua Xingyue's mind for a moment, and he regretted that he shouldn't have easily believed Wu Ming, thinking that he really wanted to pull a cushion on his back when he was dying.

In the end, he teamed up with the enemy and tricked her fiercely.

But if she didn't die, it wouldn't be over.

"Go back!"

It's just that a thunderous roar rolled in, and the horror was incomparably cathartic, as if it was ringing in the ears.

Even if he is a powerful person in the Holy Realm, the Demon Emperor, he is still shocked, and the demon soul is unstable, in order to escape from the Heaven and Earth Net and the Confucian Ancestor Holy Scripture, the consumption of painting Xingyue is too great.

Before I even saw who it was, I felt a buzz in my head, and in severe pain all over my body, I threw it backwards!

Looking at it from afar, I saw the tattered and crumbling Zhenshan Cangyue, the thick treasure gourd in his hand turned around, and the gourd mouth was facing the place where the painting Xingyue was.

The thunder was rolling inside, and a big hand composed of thunder reached out, which instantly covered the door of Hua Xingyue's head, and pressed it back.

"What's going on?"

No one knows what is going on, and even Han Sheng, who participated in this plan, may not really know.

Because, judging from the thunder palm breath poking out of the gourd's mouth, it was clearly another saint!

How so?

Because there is a town mountain Cangyue running out of the gourd, although this heavenly demon is not a holy realm, but with the background of one of the six demon spirits, it can compete with the sage, and the ordinary pseudo-saint may not even be the opponent of its current state.

Don't forget, there was also a two-horned demon emperor suppressed in it, who can guarantee that it won't appear again next time?

The most bizarre and puzzling thing is that Wu Ming 'came back from the dead'.

To be precise, even if Wu Ming did not die under the backlash of the Holy Soul, it stands to reason that his soul would be scattered and in a state of dying.

That body of strength can't be contained, and the scene of imminent collapse is definitely not fake.

Otherwise, Hua Xingyue would not listen easily, so that he put himself in.

"Ah, no......"

At this time, Hua Xingyue seemed to come back to his senses and screamed violently, but he was no longer able to get out of the suppression of the net of heaven and earth and the holy scriptures of Confucianism.

"Negligence but not leakage!"

Han Sheng avoided the frenzied pursuit of the Blood Demon Emperor, pinched the golden pen in his hand, and completed the last step of the treasure closing.

But seeing the great power of heaven and earth converge, it turned into an endless tangible aura, wrapped around the place where the painting star was located, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to become a light cocoon standing in the air.

Faintly, there was a reluctant roar and curse from the power of the Holy Realm.

But anyone could hear the fear in her tone!

Because, the Confucian sacred scriptures contain immeasurable righteousness, hanging above the light cocoon, the words on it seem to be alive, constantly injected into it, and finally unfolded, the bamboo slips are like a cage, wrapped in the light cocoon.

"It's done!"

The faces of the saints of Shenzhou were slightly relaxed, and the overall situation had been decided.

Without the Bone Demon Emperor and the Painting Xingyue, and the Two-Horned Demon Emperor and other painting shadow clones were damaged, and under the isolation of the two great treasures, the rest of the painting shadow clones were almost half useless.

Under the advantages of the other, the strong side of Shenzhou is already invincible.

Who would have thought that all these accidents were caused by Wu Ming?

Even the Demon Emperor, who is the most proficient in divination, would probably not have thought that a mere half-saint would carry with him a six-way demon spirit comparable to a saint, as well as a true saint.

This is no longer cheating, this is against the sky!

After all, how could a saint and a heavenly qi be driven by a demi-saint, this is completely unreasonable.

Unless it is, it has a great cause and effect,

"Suffocate Lao Tzu!"

Just when everyone was shocked and didn't come back to their senses, a domineering and unruly shouting and scolding sounded, but they saw that the thunder giant palm in the gourd's mouth continued to extend, and suddenly turned into a tall and burly giant man wearing blue and gold armor.

If you look closely, the armor is somewhat similar to the green dragon armor that Wu Ming wore before, and even the giant man himself, except that his face is too resolute and hideous, is vaguely similar to Wu Ming's previous 'demon' when he 'fell into the devil'.

"This breath ......"

The opponent's Ao Yan Dragon Saint, who had no intention of fighting, suddenly shrank his pupils, and he lost his voice, "Ao Long, you are a thunder eel!"

"Oh, the green loaches in the North Sea are too!"

The giant man's bronze bell glared, and said viciously, "What, don't accept it?"

"Uh......"

The surprise of everyone is not trivial, most of them have never heard of what is going on with the dragon thunder eel, but they are also a saint, how can they be so virtuous?

"You ......"

Ao Yan Longsheng's expression was stunned, and he seemed to be blocked.

What can he say?

This is clearly a bastard, and his strength is quite extraordinary, after all, he is the Ancient Dragon Court, the supreme existence in charge of the rain department.

Although he was too unruly, pampered and arrogant, and his own combat power was strong, and he was finally cut off by the bloodline of the Four Seas Dragon Clan, it cannot be denied that he has the strong strength to master the origin of thunder!

If it weren't for that, if someone else came, he might not be able to slap the painting Xingyue back with one palm.

Thunder, suppressing evil and punishing demons, is no worse than Haoran's righteousness, but the power is too violent, and few people can really control it!

"Thank you, big brother, for your help!"

Wu Ming bowed.

"Thank you, brother!"

When the giant man came closer, he was obviously in a good mood, slapped his big hand on Wu Ming's shoulder, patted him, and said with a big grin, "The main thing is that you fight for yourself, otherwise...... Hey, hey!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the saints of Shenzhou with disdain, and even when he looked at the dragon saint of Ao Yan, he did not hide his murderous intentions!

The dragon is almost cut off, looking at the four seas of China, I'm afraid he is really the only one left!

How can this hatred and hatred be eliminated?

Roar!

Cangyue let out a low roar, and a large stream of black and yellow mud and sand spewed out from the gourd, which actually made its shaky breath recover at an alarming speed.

The two of them stood behind Wu Ming, and they had a sense of both the two generals, and they had a sense of protecting the Dharma, but no one dared to underestimate them.

One of the six demon spirits, the Thunder Dragon Sage, who dares to shout lightly?

Even the fox barbarian saint who was eager to crush Wu Ming's bones and ashes, or the demon powerhouse who suffered a big loss, carefully put aside their opponents at this time and reported to the group to keep warm, so as not to be surrounded by all the saints of Shenzhou.

Even if he cooperated with Wu Ming, and even killed the Bone Demon Emperor's Cangdu Sage, his face was extremely complicated at this time, and he didn't know what the meaning of the flickering in his old eyes was inexplicable.

Now, I'm afraid everyone thinks that his old man is acting with Wu Ming, and he was also trying to cooperate with Han Sheng to draw Xingyue together.

The sky is pitiful, his old man really didn't know about it, and at that time, he was like a painting star, and subconsciously thought that Wu Ming saw that there was no hope of escape, and he broke the jar and fell, and he wanted to pull Zhu Sheng's back when he was dying.

After all, it was really dying.

Who would have thought that he would be alive in the blink of an eye, and he also released a Thunder Dragon Sage, which was decisive in one fell swoop.

In other words, Han Sheng didn't know about the cooperation between this kid and him, but the cooperation with Han Sheng kept him in the dark.

Such an experienced method, the layout of one ring after another, is even more ruthless to the extreme, and he does not hesitate to risk his life, even if all the holy realm powers present feel threatened.

This young man who only has a half-saint cultivation must not be measured with common sense!

"The human race is really cunning, this time we lost, don't be complacent about beating you!"

The Blood Demon Emperor's face was gloomy, and a cold expression bloomed in his blood-red eyes, "Let go of the Xingyue Emperor, you should know her identity, otherwise the next time you come, it won't be me waiting!"

On the side of the strong man in Shenzhou, there was an uproar.

I finally suppressed a Saint Realm powerhouse, and I just let it go, just kidding?

"Ben Sheng naturally knows her identity, and Ben Sheng can also call the shots and spare her life!"

Surprisingly, Han Sheng really intended to do this, but he put forward a condition, "But the spies and spies of the Shenzhou Painted Bone Royal Clan must all be withdrawn, and Xuan Sheng must be released!"

"Impossible!"

The Blood Owl Demon Emperor's face changed sharply and he flatly refused.

"Are you sure you've done it?"

Han Sheng said lightly.

"You ......"

The Blood Demon Emperor's expression froze, his eyes surging with rage, and his chest rose and fell violently.

It's not that the Demon Emperor City Mansion is not deep enough, it's really uncomfortable to be despised like this, especially in front of so many existences of the same level, it really can't get off the stage.

At this moment, everyone knows that from beginning to end, painting Xingyue is the goal of this trip!

It is also the only goal.

Otherwise, why do you want to take out the Ten Thousand Illusion Bone Folding Sword, isn't it just to tempt the strong people of the Bone Drawing Royal Clan to come?

It's a pity that there was a spoiler who played cards out of common sense, which disrupted everyone's plans, and even Han Sheng had to go along with the other party's wishes.

After all, his injuries are a fact, but they are far less serious than they seem!

Zhu Sheng was silent, looking at his nose and nose, looking like he didn't care about himself, but what he thought in his heart, only he knew!

Han Sheng gave him a warning, Wu Ming's sword was a warning!

If that sword is solid, he deserves it, Wu Ming is dead, and it is also voluntary, and no one can complain about anyone.

Ao Yan Dragon Saint looked at the thunder dragon giant without a trace, and suddenly his heart was cold, and his eyes fell on Wu Ming.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Cangyue and the Thunder Dragon, but that he thought of another terrifying existence.

What if one day, Wu Ming released the Covered Sea Fishing Fisher?

"You don't want to make an inch, if you dare to hurt Emperor Xingyue in the slightest, that old turtle will definitely not end well!"

The Blood Owl Demon Emperor said coldly.

"Since Xuansheng and his old man dare to go, he has his own perfect way to protect himself, I believe in his old man!"

Han Sheng's expression was calm, and he said lightly, "Now, this saint wants to take the painting Xingyue into the Demon Suppression Tower, and you only have three days to think about it!"

"This is a ruthless man!"

Wu Ming's heart jumped, and he secretly said that the Xuan Saint Ancestor would ask for more blessings!