In Lingfeng City, in the Shenwu Temple, in a heavily guarded quiet room, Jin Wuming stood with his hands in his hands, not saying a word, but his face was slightly furrowed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the wooden table in front of him, there was a jade bowl, in the bowl was a ball of red blood, the blood was bright red and viscous, and it was like life, constantly squirming in this jade bowl, and a trace of blood and qi were constantly escaping from it.

The Beast King Seal is a thaumaturgy in the inheritance of the bow god, and the reason why it is said to be thaumaturgy is because this magic is not a human magic, nor is it a demon magic, but a strange person with the blood of two tribes on his shoulders.

This thaumaturgy can not only control the beasts, but also use the talents of the beasts to obtain all kinds of special magical powers, one of which is this tracking and searching method, which can lock the target location thousands of miles away.

It's just that to cast this spell, you need a medium, if there is no corresponding medium, this spell is magical, and it is impossible to lock a person's position for no reason.

And at this moment, the ball of blood in this jade bowl was the medium provided by the Shenwu Temple to Jin Wuming, and it was also the reason why Jin Wuming frowned at this moment.

The life qi in this blood is extremely strong and majestic, and it has been away from the main body for so long, but it is still condensed and not dispersed, and the vitality is endless.

This situation was slightly beyond Jin Wuming's expectations, among his influence, a person with such blood was either a Heavenly Tribulation powerhouse who had reached the realm of flesh and blood immortality primordial god immortality, or a gifted heaven and earth divine beast.

If this alone is not a problem, the problem is that Jin Wuming feels a little familiar in his blood.

This is a big problem, the powerhouse of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, in Jin Wusheng's impression, is that is, those people, and he is completely unfamiliar with these people, as for the heaven and earth divine beasts, he has never even seen them.

So who is this breath, and why does it feel familiar, but not impressed?

Thinking of this, Jin Wusheng's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, he could see that the purpose of the Shenwu Temple to let him come to Tiannan this time was very simple, just to ask him to find a trace of a person with the method of this beast king seal.

This is very simple, by no means difficult, and not so complicated, but it makes Jin Wuming feel a little unusual, even dangerous.

As one of the twelve divine generals and the young master of Jinjiabao, Jin Wuming naturally knew the strength of this Shenwu Temple very well, and in this northern region, it was completely easy for the Shenwu Temple to find a person.

But this easy thing made them act so urgently, and even a little panicked, as if they had been forced to a situation where they could not do anything and had to seize every opportunity they could.

When he saw Dream Xian'er yesterday, Jin Wuming asked for five Martial God Pills with one mouth, it was not that Jin Wuming wanted the lion to open his mouth to rob while the fire was burning, but he planned to test it, but he didn't expect that the Shenwu Temple agreed without much thought, and even immediately sent the five Martial God Pills to him.

This attitude completely confirmed the conjecture in Jin Wuming's heart, coupled with the matter of Qin Yingkong and others, it made Jin Wuming wonder constantly, what kind of person could force the Shenwu Temple to such a situation?

There is also the attitude of Danyang and the dream fairy......

Between his thoughts, Jin Wuming's eyes sank a little, glanced at the blood in the jade bowl, couldn't help but shake his head, and muttered, "What are these guys doing?"

As the saying goes, things are more abnormal than demons, and the various things shown by the Shenwu Temple this time made Jin Wuming feel a little uneasy, and it seemed that he was involved in a big trouble.

To be honest, Jin Wuming didn't want to wade into this troubled water at all, although he was also a member of the Shenwu Temple, it didn't mean that he had to stand on the boat of the Shenwu Temple, and he didn't want those guys to stand on this boat.

Why?

It's very simple, because these guys are too good at doing things, too good at doing things to death!

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the entire Northern Regions has been in an uproar during this period of time, how far are these guys mentally disabled to pay attention to the demon world?

If this demon realm is something that can be solved so easily, then ten thousand years ago, when the northern region was at the peak of martial arts, why didn't it directly level the demon realm?

At that time, it was the Shenwu Age, there was a supreme existence such as the Martial God that overwhelmed the world, as well as four Dao Saints, and many Shenwu powerhouses, such a strength, and it was still impossible to move the Demon Realm, and now how long has this Shenwu Temple reappeared, two or three small birds, they want to gnaw at the behemoth of the Demon Realm, what is this not death?

But in the entire Shenwu Temple, no one had any objections, and they all had no brains to support it, as if they already had the strength to overturn the demon world.

Standing in the same boat as this bunch of crippled things, the devil knows when they're going to scuttle it.

It is precisely because he understands this that Jin Wuming does not want to wade into this troubled water, for him, making good money, and protecting himself is the last word, and it is something he absolutely does not want to have to do with this group of guys who do things all day long.

Only this time......

"Brother Jin!" It was when Jin Wuming was thinking in his heart that a whisper suddenly sounded outside the door, it was the voice of the dream fairy.

Hearing this, Jin Wuming raised his eyebrows, and then asked out loud: "It's Sister Xian'er, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Jin Wuming had no intention of opening the door, Meng Xian'er could only say outside the door: "I don't know how long it will take Brother Jin to complete this beast king seal." ”

"Huh?" Jin Wuming frowned and said, "Sister Xian'er, didn't I say it before, it takes a lot of effort to cast this beast king seal, at least two or three days, it's only a day, why did you come to urge it." ”

Hearing this, Meng Xian'er sighed slightly, and said: "Little sister doesn't want to either, it's just that the lonely saint has arrived, and at this moment she is angry because of Ling'er's death, and the temper of the lonely saint and his old man Brother Jin should also be clear, if you don't find out the demon as soon as possible and give the lonely saint an explanation, I'm afraid that ......"

"His uncle, this old ghost is also here?" Hearing this, Jin Wuming's expression was a little ugly, his brows were tightly locked, and he hesitated in his heart.

Seeing that Jin Wuming didn't reply, Meng Xian'er said again: "Now that the master is trying his best to stabilize the Lone Sage, and ask Brother Jin to complete the Beast King Seal as soon as possible, otherwise, I'm afraid that the Lone Sage will come in person." ”

"Grandma, when Lao Tzu is scared, what if the old ghost comes, it's a big deal...... Forget it, you still have to coax it. Hearing this, Jin Wuming shook his head, and then reached out, the golden light flashed between his five fingers, and the blood in the jade bowl was suddenly pulled up, intertwined with the golden light, but after a while, it turned into a small seal, which was the beast king seal.

Looking at the Beast King Seal floating in his hand, the expression in Jin Wuming's eyes kept changing, and it was only after a moment that he returned to calm, and then with a push of his hand, the Beast King Seal passed through the door and fell directly into the hands of Meng Xian'er.

After Meng Xian'er, who was standing outside the door, received the seal of the beast king, a chuckle also appeared on her face, and she said to Jin Wuming in the room: "Brother Jin has worked hard, just leave the next matter to me and wait for it to be dealt with, Brother Jin will cultivate here." ”

After that, Meng Xian'er didn't care about Jin Wusheng's reaction, and turned around and left directly.

In the room, seeing Meng Xian'er leaving in such a hurry, Jin Wuming smiled coldly and muttered, "I want to see what tricks you played this time." ”

Between the words, there was a sudden ripple in the void, and after the ripples calmed down, Jin Wuming's figure disappeared from the room.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Shenwu Temple, the atmosphere was solemn and extremely depressing.

On the first seat of the main hall, there was a person sitting, but it was not the right hall master of this Shenwu Temple, but an old man in black.

This person is thin, full of silver frost, and his face is also very old, but he has a momentum of not being angry and self-imposing, with white eyebrows like hooks, and in a pair of eyes, there seems to be the sun and moon ups and downs, the vicissitudes of the sea, with a bit of vicissitudes of life, still as sharp as a sword, as if to tear the void, through the heart.

On top of the black robe, you can see the dark light surging like ink, the reality reveals a bit of illusion, the illusion carries a bit of reality, a moment as deep and dignified as an abyss, and a while as ethereal as a cloud, which makes people incomprehensible.

There was a person standing next to this old man, it was the right hall master of the Shenwu Temple, Shang Yunwu.

The old man in black sat on the first seat, but this cloud dance could only stand aside, invisibly, indicating the status of the two.

As the right hall master, in this Divine Martial Temple, it can be said that she is above ten thousand people under one person, except for the Martial Emperor, almost no one can let her stand aside like this.

It is said that it is almost, because in this Shenwu Temple, there are four people, and even the Martial Emperor has to treat each other with courtesy.

These four people are the four friends of the Martial God, the four saints who have been famous all over the world ten thousand years ago, and the old man in black who is now sitting on this first seat is one of them, and he is also the most profound among the four saints, the strength is mysterious, and he is called the lone saint of the Lord of Ten Thousand Laws!

Those who can break through the ninefold realm of the divine realm, surpass the innate realm, and step into the holy path are all geniuses and peerless geniuses.

But even among the Tianjiao, there are also outstanding people who will be at the top, and Lone Saint is one of them.

The four sages of the Shenwu Temple, each with their own uniqueness, the Divine Array of Buddhism and Taoism, and also have extraordinary attainments in the formation and the art of Momen, known as the great master of the Northern Regions, and the figure of the first saint of the Mo family.

The Soldier Saint is called the Divine Craftsman, and its Divine Casting Technique is also the ultimate method at that time, which can cast the Inheritance Saint Soldier.

is the weaker reputation of the god of medicine, in the medical path and the Dan Dao, he also has extraordinary attainments, but he rarely makes a move, so his reputation is not as good as the other three.

And among the four saints, the strongest person who has the most profound cultivation and deserves to be the lone saint is the lone saint.

This person practiced the way of magic, Na Wanfa into one, cast into the ten supreme supernatural powers, in order to step into the realm of the Dao Saint, a body of cultivation for ghosts and gods are shocked, in the Shenwu Era, is the second only to the martial god in the Northern Regions.

Although in the decisive battle 10,000 years ago, these four sages all fell, but all four of them used special means to preserve their souls, like a divine array, he retained a remnant of his soul.

And as the strongest person among the four saints, and the lone saint who is unified by Nawanfa and has ten supreme supernatural powers, he is even stronger, and he retains one-third of the primordial gods immortal.

Compared with the physical body, the Yuan Shen is relatively fragile, but the power it has cannot be ignored, especially for the sages who have touched the Great Dao, a single point of the power of the Yuan Shen can exert earth-shattering power.

The same is true for the Lone Sage, and it is even stronger, because he stepped into the realm of the Dao Sage with magic powers, and his Yuan Shen ability is far superior to that of ordinary Sages, which is why the three of them can only retain a wisp of remnant soul, but the Lone Sage can retain a third of the Yuan Shen immortal.

The Yuan Shen still exists, and the strength of the Lone Sage can be imagined, in this Shenwu Temple, not to mention the Cloud Dance, even the Martial Emperor is respectful in front of this Lone Sage, and is called Uncle Ya Father.

So now, it is completely reasonable for the lonely saint to sit on the first seat, but Shang Yunwu bows to the side, and at this moment, Shang Yunwu is even a little panicked and nervous in his heart.

The people of the Shenwu Temple all knew that among the four saints, the Lone Saint cultivation was the most profound, and in the Northern Regions ten thousand years ago, this Ten Thousand Laws Venerable was second only to the Martial God.

But there are also many people who know that among the four saints, the one with the most difficult temperament is also this Dharma Venerable Lone Saint.

This person is moody, withdrawn, and has an extreme personality, acting entirely on his own moods.

It's nice to say, it's both good and evil, but if it's not good......

It is precisely because of this that in this Divine Martial Temple, the most feared by everyone is not the Martial Emperor who is the master of the Temple, but this Dharma Venerable with a strange personality.

Now, this lonely saint is angry, and it is no wonder that Shang Yunwu is a little panicked in his heart.

She knew that this Bai Ling was Lone Sage's favorite apprentice, and the only favorite disciple, Lone Sage treated Bai Ling almost as if he were his granddaughter, and he was extremely spoiled.

But now that Bai Ling is dead, and the death is so miserable, there are no bones, and the anger in the heart of this lonely saint can be imagined.

At this time, no one dared to touch the moldy head of the lonely saint, and even Shangyunwu could only wait quietly on the side at the moment.

And the lonely saint didn't say a word, closed his eyes and sat quietly, but the majesty exuded from his body made everyone present tremble.

In this silence, the atmosphere became more and more depressing, and the invisible pressure enveloped everyone, making a little cold appear on the foreheads of many people, and even Shang Yunwu felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to break the silence out loud.

It wasn't until outside the main hall that a burst of footsteps came in a hurry, and the oppressive atmosphere was relieved a little, and the lonely saint opened his eyes, and Shangyun Wu also turned around and looked outside the hall.

Then everyone saw that Meng Xian'er hurriedly walked into the main hall, holding a small golden seal in her hand, and saluted the lonely saint and Shangyun Wu, and said, "Holy Venerable, Master, the seal of the beast king has been completed." ”

Hearing this, Shang Yunwu nodded, and turned to look at the lonely saint, with a somewhat inquiring look in his eyes.

Lone Sheng slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "Bring him back." ”

Hearing this, Shang Yunwu frowned slightly, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only say, "Yes." (To be continued.) )