The three of them were in front of the top of the mountain, staring at Wu Ming who was motionless from hundreds of feet away, and no one took the lead.

"Brother Sikong, you asked me not to make a noise about the Eight Desolations Lock Demon Array and the Demon Suppression Nail, and deliberately consume the power of Ao Feng, Ao Dong, Huan Zhenzhen and Jinqing, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

Xiao Ziliang said with a solemn face.

Cheng Jingyu didn't speak, and shook a rosewood treasure fan, no one could see what this Songyang Academy master was thinking.

"The two of you should know how precious the realm treasure that can accommodate the space is, if I can wait for it, I can have supreme merit with this alone, it is enough for one person to be canonized, even if it is apportioned, it can save the five of us countless hard work and achieve the semi-saint position, but if it is divided by the people of the Heavenly Dragon Palace and the two major sects, how much is left?"

Sikong Hui said.

The eyes of the two flickered, although they did not speak, but with their cleverness, how could they not know the stakes?

Even though on the road, there was more than one discussion, but in the face of Wu Ming, I always felt unsteady.

After the previous space storm, not to mention the heavy losses of each other, even the subordinates who accompanied them were dead, even if they were arrogant and arrogant like the five people, they all left a heavy psychological shadow.

I've seen ruthless, how have I ever seen someone so ruthless to myself?

"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Sikong should still have a back hand, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a decision, and put such a powerful helper aside, for the sake of safety, Brother Sikong still shouldn't hide it!"

Cheng Jingyu's eyes flashed.

"Hehe, Brother Cheng is worthy of being a sage, and his ability to figure out people's hearts is so powerful, since you have seen through it, I won't hide it!"

Sikong Hui smiled awkwardly, took out a roll of golden and jade-colored cloth, and said lightly, "Both of you know that you have served in the Criminal Law Hall of the Lower Temples for many years, and you are the deacon of the outer temple, and you have previously made great contributions to the capture of a fallen demon half-saint in Western Xia, and the hall master has specially given a blank holy message!"

"What?"

The two of them suddenly changed color, looked at the scroll with burning eyes, and the moment the greed arose, it was extinguished.

In any case, I didn't expect that Sikong Hui's hole card was a blank oracle, you need to know that this treasure is like the imperial decree, the Qiangang is arbitrary, such as the saint comes in person, and the law is followed!

Where the five great dynasties of the human race in Shenzhou are located, as far as luck can reach, once the oracle comes out, everything will follow!

Even a saint would not easily make such a treasure, otherwise it would surely cause chaos if it fell into the hands of people with bad intentions.

You must know that except for some one-time treasures that contain the power of the Holy Dao in the war years, it is impossible for the Holy One to appear in the world during the rest of the time, and only a few ancient monuments have such treasures.

The most terrifying thing is that the holder can act cheaply according to the situation, write an edict on it, and the holy power contained in it will be stimulated, in addition to not being lethal, it can suppress the ban, or cut off its arm to help the treasure, or even deprive the martial arts cultivation.

The saint and the heavens are together, the heavens are listening, and the people are peaceful, and their hearts are broad and benevolent, and they will never easily kill the people and their fellow clans, unless they commit the most heinous crimes or fall into demons, they will be ruthless.

Now this is just a blank oracle, Sikong Hui naturally has no ability to let the oracle kill Wu Ming, but as long as he uses the message of the sage to follow the law, cut off his arm or ban it, everything can be solved.

Come to think of it, such a precious treasure, if it weren't for the unimaginable merits obtained after suppressing Wu Ming, Sikong Hui would not use it easily anyway.

You must know that even the task of arresting Wu Ming on this trip is just a few semi-saints to pass on the holy oracle and escort Wu Ming into the temples to await trial, not to mention killing.

But in any era, there are policies and countermeasures, and it will work!

"Now, the two of you can cast spells to suppress his martial arts realm and disrupt his cultivation state, if he is not forced to use his last hole card, I don't dare to use this precious oracle easily!"

Sikong Hui solemnly.

"Good!"

The two looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"I'll come first, mess up his cultivation, disturb his mind, and when his realm is unstable and his mind is disordered, the two of you will make another move!"

Xiao Ziliang took a step forward slowly, took out a two-foot jade box from the acceptance ring, and when he opened it, there was a white jade flute inside.

"Ape Bone Flute!"

The seemingly ordinary jade flute made Sikong Hui and Cheng Jingyu's complexions change slightly.

"Two good eyesight, they actually know this ancient treasure!"

Xiao Ziliang's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't dare to slack off in his hand, and with an unusually dignified expression, he took out a jade pendant stored close to his body, and even bit the tip of his tongue, using essence blood as a guide to cast a spell, turning into a strange and mysterious talisman and falling on the jade flute.

Whining!

Rao is two of them were waiting for each other, guarding their minds, and in a trance, they vaguely heard a low flute sound like crying, fortunately, both of them were not ordinary people, and they had already taken precautions, and they activated several strange treasures one after another to stabilize their minds.

"It is worthy of being a legendary treasure, even if the origin has been damaged after the changes of the Yuan Yuan, there is still such power. ”

Sikong Hui praised.

"If someone who is familiar with the rhythm of music uses it, even if it is an ordinary half-saint, I am afraid that it will be disturbed by this resentful sound!"

Cheng Jingyu said solemnly.

"What the two of you said is good, but it's a pity that although there are people in my Xiao family who are quite familiar with the way of music and rhythm, no one can resist the remaining resentment in this treasure, and can only be stimulated by special methods to hurt the enemy!"

Xiao Ziliang smiled slightly and gently touched the ape bone flute.

Whining!

I only heard the low sound of the flute, which easily hooked the heartstrings, went straight to the nine skies, the wind and clouds changed color, even the immovable starry sky seemed to dim a little, and I cried gloomily!

"Boom!"

What made the expressions of the three of them change slightly was that Wu Ming, who was sitting still, turned out to be just a little pale, snorted vaguely, shook his body slightly, and then did not move.

Airplanes!

After about a dozen breaths, the blood on the ape bone flute flashed, and a character-like bloodshot suddenly collapsed, and the body of the flute trembled endlessly, and a terrifying breath burst out, and the three people who were impacted swayed and looked shocked.

Seeing this, Xiao Ziliang hurriedly cast a spell with a personal jade pendant, and was about to take it back.

Buzz rumble!

At this moment, a half-human-tall brownstone-colored gourd appeared behind Wu Ming, and the black and yellow light at the mouth of the gourd was magnificent, faintly swallowing out the sky full of mud and sand, instantly obscuring the sky.

What is terrifying is that the mud and sand are surging like clouds, like angry waves, and an even more terrifying aura escapes, and the breath on the ape bone flute is instantly dimmed.

"Not good!"

Xiao Ziliang's face changed wildly, and he spit out three mouthfuls of essence blood on the jade pendant, which made him sweat profusely, and his muscles jumped straight up, no matter what he did, under this breath, the ape bone flute seemed to have lost its senses.

"It's ...... This is the will of the Heavenly Demon, he ...... How dare he refine the remains of the Heavenly Demons......"

Sikong Hui trembled again and again, and he couldn't say all his words.

Cheng Jingyu shook his body even more, and was shocked, looking at the endless black and yellow mud and sand, as if he saw a majestic phantom holding the sky and the earth pressing, he actually snorted, a trace of bloodshot flowed from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but hurriedly turn his head.

"Damn, this ape bone flute is rumored to be refined from an ape holy arm bone with the bloodline of Heavenly Demon Zhenyue in the Middle Ages, could it be that the remains of Heavenly Demon Zhenyue refined in the Thick Breath Treasure Hurdle, the two come from the same source, and are drawn out by the resentment on the ape bone flute?"

Xiao Ziliang couldn't control the ape bone flute, and let this piece of talisman that the family had treasured for countless years, and brought out it for the safety of this trip.

"Miscalculated, most likely!"

Sikong Hui said with a gloomy face.

As a deacon of the Hall of Precepts, he knew far more than others, so he could tell for the first time that the breath was the will of the Heavenly Demon, and he also knew the origin of the ape bone flute, which was a demon alliance powerhouse who was killed by the temples of the human race in the Middle Ages, and he had an almost inextinguishable grievance!

It is rumored that almost all of the holders of the past generations died unexpectedly and did not die well, so that no one was willing to show that they had obtained this treasure, but they never thought that it fell into the hands of the Xiao family, and now it has entered Wu Ming's pocket.

Xiao Zi's conscience was dripping with blood, and he stared at Wu Ming with hatred and anger.

"It's come to this, it's useless to talk about it!"

But seeing Cheng Jingyu's cherished and heavy attention, he took out a roll of bamboo slips, recited words in his mouth, and threw them into the air, turning into thousands of blue lights, sprinkled like raindrops.

What is awe-inspiring is that the bamboo slip is impressively held in the hands of a phantom, and the phantom seems to be silently observing, and everything in heaven and earth is silent, quietly listening to its teachings.

Sikong Hui and Xiao Ziliang looked upright, bowed their heads solemnly, and were very respectful, because the phantom was one of the ancestors in the temples who enjoyed the incense offerings of the human race.

Under the shadow of the shadow, the starry sky seemed to fall silent, and did not dare to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the preacher.

"After learning the last to advance, I will come to the teachings of the ancestors!"

Cheng Jingyu bowed loudly.

"Zi said, if you want to hurry, you will ......"

Heaven and earth suddenly resounded with a sound that penetrated all things, but when I saw a flash of blue light, it turned into endless brilliance and fell straight to the top of Wu Ming's head.

"I say ......"

At this moment, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, as if there was an existence that was rampant through the ages, justifying the name of heaven and earth and telling its way.

"I said...... I said......"

The three of them only felt that their scalps were numb, their hearts trembled, they couldn't really hear it, and there was only one empty thought left in their minds, like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, and no one dared to say it.

I don't know how long it took, or maybe a breath, or it seemed like a long time, and I really experienced what it means to be like a few seconds, and the three people who were as light as a year turned a blind eye to the dim and lightless bamboo slips scattered in mid-air, and were silent for a few breaths.

"For the sake of today, the only way to do this is to ask for the Holy Oracle!"

Sikong Hui gritted his teeth, straightened his shirt in a hoarse voice, took out the golden and jade scroll with a respectful expression, and slowly stretched it out, " Sikong Hui, a disciple of the Hall of Precepts, the current enemy, disturbed the holy driver, listened to the holy oracle, Wu Ziming before the Great Song Dynasty, ruthless, murder is not counted, a few months ago in the Black Dragon Ridge of Daxianbei Mountain, helping foreign races, disrupting the grand meeting of Danshan, resulting in the loss of the treasure of the human race, more than a month ago in the Danlai Mountain, slaughtering the alliance cave Yesha River Jiaolong vein, destroying the ancestral land of the Sang family, taking its treasure, making the temple and the plan of the southern Xinjiang fall short, its behavior is like a demon, the sin is not forgiven, please ask the Holy Judge, seal his body, and imprison his treasure!"

The voice fell, the golden light rose, and in the changing color of the wind and clouds, a figure containing vast majesty was like a saint coming!