Not to mention the power of the four holy realms, how was he trapped outside the doors of the temples by Wu Ming's understatement, the Xuansheng Ancestor was a little distracted, and somehow followed Wu Ming's footsteps and subconsciously stepped into it.

"This ......"

When he stepped into it, the Xuansheng Ancestor came back to his senses in horror, subconsciously paused, lowered his head and looked down, as if he had found something incredible.

As a demon clan and a strong man who is friendly with the human race, the Xuansheng Ancestor has been to the temples many times, and he has also come to this hall to pay homage to the sages and heavenly faces.

But it has never been as easy to step into it as it is today, and I didn't feel any discomfort.

Once upon a time, even with his identity and strength, if he wanted to enter this place, he had to fast and bathe, and follow a series of strict and even outrageous cumbersome rules formulated by the Terran rite family.

With all kinds of procedures coming down, even if it is an old man, he will be dizzy and annoyed, but he can only be patient.

There is a rare difference, it is a disrespectful sage, and the big disrespectful hat is buttoned down.

If not everyone is like this, and not just one demon clan, I'm afraid they will think that this is deliberately targeted, and it is necessary to create a disagreement.

Rao is like this, every time he enters here, the Xuansheng Ancestor will feel uncomfortable, as if he has a few eyes staring at him secretly, and the slightest change will lead to annihilation.

This is not because the Xuan Saint Ancestor is too sensitive, but his intuition tells him that he can even vaguely feel that it is densely covered in the dark, the countless Holy Dao prohibitions that have been blessed by the saints and sages of the human race.

Don't say it's him, even if he is the strongest person in the power of the Holy Realm, if he dares to break through, he will definitely not be able to please him, if he doesn't say that he will destroy his mind and shatter his bones.

But now, not only did Wu Ming come in, but even he was not hindered in the slightest, and even the Holy Dao prohibition in his perception seemed to have disappeared in unison.

"Not good!"

For no reason, a warning sign rose in the heart of the Xuansheng Ancestor, and he was about to withdraw his feet subconsciously, his complexion suddenly changed wildly, and he roared loudly, "Retreat, ...... quickly"

"Ignorant rats, who dare to trespass on the temple and disturb the sages, will surely die without a place to be buried!"

"There is no respect for the eyes, the ancestors who have forgotten their ancestors, it is not a pity to die!"

"Humph......"

As if to verify the bad thoughts in the heart of the Xuan Sage Ancestor, a mocking sneer came from behind him.

When the Xuan Saint Ancestor turned around and retreated, he clearly saw that the four Holy Realm powers, who were trapped outside the temple gate and should not be very clear, seemed to be sneering at him.

At this moment, how could the Xuan Sage Ancestor not understand that the other party was pretending to be a gesture and let Wu Ming enter here, in order to use the countless Holy Dao prohibitions in this place to exterminate it here.

It's a pity that a series of changes made the Xuan Saint Ancestor, who should have known about the danger here, not think of this for a while.

Or, blinded by some special power, he was blinded by his own perception, so that he stepped into danger unsuspectingly.

But seeing that Wu Ming had already gone deep into the main hall, as if he didn't notice anything, like an indomitable back, the Xuansheng Ancestor suddenly felt at ease for no reason, and glanced at the four holy realm powers with pity, and the feet that were originally withdrawn landed again, and walked calmly.

It's a long story, but it's just half a breath, and no one knows that the Xuansheng Ancestor has so many thoughts in his heart.

"How so?"

"Why hasn't the Great Array in the Ancestral Hall been activated?"

"What's going on?"

The cold mockery on the faces of the four Saint Realm powers, after watching the Xuan Saint Ancestor enter, suddenly stiffened inexplicably, and it gradually became difficult to see.

Just as the Xuansheng Ancestor thought, the saints are now dealing with the Qilin Sacred Elephant Rebellion, and it is difficult to pull out their hands and mobilize more forces to deal with Wu Ming.

Unexpectedly, the ban was not launched as expected, no matter how they used cooperative means, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it did not cause any waves.

What made the hearts of the saints even more uneasy was that the prohibition that could be clearly sensed through the control center in the past seemed to be obscured by an invisible force, as if it was ignorant, and the connection with the prohibition was almost completely severed.

For the saints, this is unimaginable, and they can't figure out why this happened.

You must know that the prohibition in the Pantheon is based on the 72 sages and icons as the core, and is created by the saints and sages of the past dynasties, adhering to the methods handed down by these 72 sages, and stacking them layer by layer.

For countless years, no one has been able to control the ban on the temple alone.

The first is that the prohibition here is too strong and difficult to control with the power of one person, and the second is to prevent people from being tempted by the temptation and being swayed by the power, so as to give birth to other thoughts.

It's not that the saints are not trustworthy, but even the saints may not be able to withstand the test under such great power.

Inevitably, even if the odds are small, the temples still stipulate that the Pantheon ban must be in the hands of at least three people.

It can be seen that the prohibition here is so strong that it is absolutely terrifying.

But now, the three Saint Realm powers who were clearly guarding the ancestral hall had each urged the ban through special means, but there was no response at all, and even a slight fluctuation was not enough.

Even if they broke their heads, they couldn't figure out what was going on, but for a while, they couldn't break through the siege of the three real phantom figures, so they could only watch Wu Ming walk to the depths of the main hall.

Vaguely, there are shadows and shadows, like mountains and seas.

"What do you want to do?"

"What qualifications do you have to pay homage to the sages?"

"Sages and martyrs, how can they accept your worship?"

Although it is not real, but the power of the four holy realms clearly knows what is in it, and even vaguely saw what Wu Ming was doing, and couldn't help but be furious and scolded sharply.

Different from the fierce reaction of the four Saint Realm powers, after the Xuan Saint Ancestor stepped into this room, he completely relaxed, and when he saw Wu Ming's move of walking to the front by himself, there was a trace of anticipation in his heart for no reason.

There, there was only an incense table, on which was placed the size of a sea bowl, ancient and unpretentious, carrying an incense burner engraved with unknown Sanskrit characters, but like a patina.

Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, stopped beside the incense case, silently looked at the empty nothingness, and wiped it beside the incense burner, and there were three more feet of long incense sticks in his hand.

The pupils of the Xuansheng Ancestor shrank suddenly, and his breathing seemed to stop at this moment, staring at the incense stick.

Wu Ming's face was solemn, with incense in both hands, and he was in the void, and he shook it to the end.

Call!

It seemed that there was a breeze, and it seemed that nothing had happened, but the incense stick in Wu Ming's hand suddenly rose with green smoke, which was extremely eye-catching in the bright hall, but there was no sense of abrupt disharmony.

"It's done!"

Xuan Sheng's face suddenly relaxed, and he looked at the void with a little excitement, and he didn't know when it appeared, as if he should have been there, but he didn't notice the heavy images.

"How is that possible?"

"The sages and martyrs, how can they accept this fang?"

"For so many years, the sages and martyrs have not passed down the slightest holy thought, it must be that this fang used some kind of evil magic to deceive the saints!"

Outside the main hall, the four Holy Realm powers were already out of shape, shouting angrily, and their tones were full of disbelief.

Only the core leaders of the temple knew that the seemingly ordinary incense stick was actually transformed by the rules of this place, and it had unpredictable divine power.

Anyone who enters this room can get three incense sticks, but if anyone who is a great traitor or a heinous person dares to hold this incense, when this incense is burned, it will be burned into nothingness by the cremation of the rules contained in it.

But now, don't say that all the saints, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it, the sages and martyrs have accepted Wu Ming's sacrifice.

It is no wonder that the faces of the four holy realm powers are so ugly, because this not only means that the seventy-two sages have recognized Wu Ming, but also those heroes and martyrs who have fought in all directions for the human race and have the courage to sacrifice.

Even if not all of the sages appear now, but the seventy-two sages are here, not all of them, but only the most representative.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Ming bowed again, and the image in the void became more and more condensed, and there were a lot more.

But what made the Xuan Sage Ancestor's heart jump suddenly, and the eyes of the four Holy Realm powers almost stared out that the sage phantom that appeared first moved to both sides.

In disbelief, the four Saint Realm powers were dazzled by the fact that they were affected, and even rubbed their eyes, and looked at it carefully, only to find that it was true.

"How so?"

The four Holy Realm powers looked at each other as if they were constipated, and they couldn't imagine it, only to feel that the three views had collapsed, their faith was unstable, and there was even more thunder rolling in their hearts.

"What the hell did this kid do? to make the ancestors of the human race dare not accept the courtesy?"

Xuansheng Ancestor asked himself, he still knew Wu Ming quite well.

Whether it is the melting of the mountains and seas into Shenzhou, helping to restore the will of heaven and earth, or all kinds later, until the demon cave under the King Kong Temple returns to Shenzhou and consolidates the barrier of heaven and earth, it is all a great contribution to Shenzhou.

But Wu Ming is also ruthless, and he has never been merciful to the strong people of the human race.

Since his debut, in the past ten years, although there are not many strong people of the human race who have fallen into his hands, it is also Wu Ming's intention to keep his hand, but what about Kunlun Heavenly Palace before and after the First World War?

The three Holy Realm powers, the old sacrificial wine, Zhu Sheng, and Zhao Shuhang, including the three generations of the old, middle and young saint realm powers, were killed by Wu Ming.

Not to mention, there was also the previous breaking of Li Twelve Niang's holy path and the destruction of the sacred heart of Takijing Bodhisattva, before and after this is the power of the five holy realms, for the human race, it is not an exaggeration to say that it hurts the muscles and bones, and the vitality is greatly damaged.

Under all these circumstances, it is just enough for the sages and heroes to accept Wu Ming's worship, why don't they dare to accept more worship from him?

This is by no means such a simple reason because of the will of God and the bell of luck.

Among them, there must be something that he doesn't understand, and it is very likely that Wu Ming secretly did something unknown to everyone.

Wu Ming ignored it, slowly got up, and bowed down again.

"Good!"

It is like a flood bell and a big Lu, hundreds of millions of bells ringing, suspected of being transmitted in the nine heavens, and the sound of the big sound is straight into here, without concealing the meaning of appreciation, and seventy-two phantoms of different shapes and colors appear in the void, and the figure cannot be seen clearly.

The rich light of humanity and education, like the Milky Way falling for nine days, came from nothingness, and supported Wu Ming to rise slowly, with a thin but resolute and upright figure, like a god!