"Brother Wuwei, why are you still standing stupidly?!"

Liu Ruoqing looked at Wuwei anxiously, hoping that he would hurry up and stop Bai Muxue, but Wuwei shook his head and said nothing. Before coming here, Wuwei had already planned for the worst, he could accompany Bai Muxue to die together, but he couldn't stop Bai Muxue from doing what she wanted.

Some say she's naïve, say she's ignorant.

In Wuwei's view, those people were cold-blooded and ruthless creatures, and they would never understand Mu Xue's situation.

On the way to the Shentai, Bai Muxue, who was dressed in red, was like a fearless warrior who fought bloodily, rushing forward without hesitation, and under the surprised gaze of countless people, she stretched out her hand to forcibly snatch the god scroll in her hand. There is mana lingering in the fingertips, and as long as you touch that divine scroll, you can immediately turn the divine scroll into a cloud of ashes, completely annihilating it in heaven and earth.

But the reaction speed of the dry is much faster than hers.

"Where did the yellow-haired little girl come from, dare to disturb the ceremony of sealing the gods and look for death!"

Before the palm arrived, the mana fluctuations had already blown Bai Muxue's cheeks like a cold wind.

Although she had already prepared for the worst, when she shot this fatal palm, Bai Muxue still couldn't hide the fear in her eyes, as if she had seen death, and she was about to suffocate!

"Bang!"

The two palms struck each other, and the light waves were agitated.

There was a sudden "poof" sound of shooting, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the powerful impact force shook his body backwards quickly, until his back hit the incomparably firm coiling dragon jade pillar, and then stopped. And Bai Muxue stood in place unscathed.

This amazing scene made everyone present unbelievable.

Bai Muxue was also shocked, feeling that a warm big hand was attached to her back, injecting a majestic and boundless mana into her body at a critical moment. She subconsciously turned around and saw that there were countless people in the square looking at her with surprised eyes like freaks, a thousand faces, a thousand completely different realizations, but she couldn't find the one who secretly helped.

"This ...... How is this possible! No! This is absolutely impossible, and someone must be secretly helping her...... Who is it? Who is secretly playing tricks?! Get out of here for the old man!" was hit by a little yellow-haired girl who vomited blood, and roared in annoyance. However, after he finished roaring, there were no masters around, and he moved his gaze to Situ Sheng, Nangong Ye, and Peacock Immortal Venerable, and found that they were all silent, and he also felt that they had no motive to intervene.

"Hmph! this time, the gods can't save you!" Shooting Gan locked his eyes on Bai Muxue again, and said angrily: "Die!"

Palm again, the power is more than ten times stronger than just now.

This palm obviously condensed the peak power of the shooting, and the palm wind rolled up the surrounding snow, attacking Bai Muxue with a overwhelming momentum. And this powerful sense of oppression also made Bai Muxue deeply aware of how terrifying the lethality of a supreme powerhouse was, without waiting for the flesh palm to hit, just a wisp of palm wind whistling, and getting closer, it was enough to tear his flesh apart!

She didn't know if that mysterious warm palm would secretly help, she only knew that one of her feet had already stepped into the Yellow Spring, and she was only half a step away from death. She was not afraid of death, and felt that after death, she could see her master and mother, but she didn't want to die silently like this, so she scolded coldly: "As the host of Xuanyu, the Supreme of Immortal Martial Arts, you actually bullied a little girl who had just married Dan, do you still want to be shameless?! With a narrow mind like yours, what qualifications do you have to stand here and preside over the ceremony of sealing gods?!"

In an instant, the shot was halfway through, and the two old faces were swollen and red.

The surrounding crowd continued to slander, and the spearheads were all pointed at the shooting. Bai Muxue's words, in the eyes of most people, still make sense, especially those small sects that are excluded from the gods, in the eyes of their vulnerable groups, Bai Muxue is undoubtedly a hero-like existence!

The worse I was scolded, the more annoyed and angry I became.

He gritted his teeth and argued: "Hmph! Just because you scolded the three major popes as pigs and dogs, and unreasonably disturbed the ceremony! The old man is also obliged to deal with you, this is for the way of heaven!" The palm wind continued to push forward, the speed was a few points faster than before, and it was about to split the helpless Bai Muxue into meat residues, and a loud shout suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Mu Xue, be careful!"

Wuwei held a long sword and flew up to the god platform like lightning, trying to help Bai Muxue block that palm.

This move caused many people around to shake their heads and sigh: "How can this little bit of humble power be able to fight against Shotan, and rushing forward is also sending you to death." Especially Yu Hengyan and Liu Ruoqing, they all shook their heads gloomily, with a look of regret, in front of the dry palm wind, Wuwei and Bai Muxue's behavior was tantamount to moths to a fire, and the fate waiting for them was only death.

When everyone thought that Wuwei and Bai Muxue would definitely die, suddenly someone shouted: "Shoot dry, don't stop the deity!" At the front of the crowd, a silver-haired man with red eyes jumped up, like a big peng sweeping the air, before the palm wind of the shooting dry swooped, he held Wuwei in one hand and Bai Muxue in the other, and pulled the two back from the edge of death, so fast that many people stared at it and didn't see it clearly.

He carried the two of them and flew down to the square in front of the palace, and asked Bai Muxue with a hesitant expression: "Are you Bai Muxue, the county lord of Baicheng?"

Bai Muxue looked at him, but he didn't know him. At this time, she scolded on the altar: "Nangong Ye, you old horseman, what does this mean?!" Suddenly, Bai Muxue's face changed in shock, her eyes were filled with tears of grievance, and she instinctively threw herself into the old man's arms and said, "Grandpa, I am Mu Xue." ”

In nineteen years, Bai Muxue knew that her grandfather was the Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Pivot Star, but she had never been to the Heavenly Demon Palace, and she didn't know what her grandfather looked like. Nangong Ye was the same, if he hadn't heard the young man next to him shouting Mu Xue, he wouldn't have known that the person who ran out to make trouble was actually his granddaughter.

"Don't be afraid, grandpa is here. Nangong Ye comforted her, then waved her sleeves, glanced at her coldly, and said, "My granddaughter is right, without the participation of the gods, the ceremony of sealing the gods is like child's play!

"You!"

"Hmph! If you don't accept it, the deity will accompany you at any time!"

Nangong Ye suddenly turned his face, this was a result that everyone present did not expect, and the atmosphere at the scene was suddenly solemn to the extreme, as if even the air was frozen.

Shoot dry gritted his teeth and glared at Nangong Ye, the murderous aura jumped on his face, thinking back to the past, in order to compete for the fourth generation of demon emperors, the injury at that time was still faintly painful. In the past hundreds of years, he even dreamed of recovering that blood debt, but he was powerless to fight against Nangong Ye's Yin-Yang Mirror, and he kept holding that evil breath!

He turned his head to look at Situ Sheng and Peacock Immortal Venerable, who had been silent, and said, "Could it be that the two masters have nothing to say?"

"I agree with the Demon Emperor's statement. The Peacock Immortal Venerable of Liuli Valley stood up, changed his previous enthusiastic attitude, and said solemnly: "The re-election of the Twelve Divine Divisions of Tianshu is by no means child's play, if I had known that you were so messy, the deity would never have set foot in the Yanhuang Sect!" Seeing her attitude of not caring about herself, it seemed that everyone was black and her monologue! At this moment, Shooting Gan suddenly felt that all the righteous teachers in the Immortal Martial Realm who carried the banner of the Heavenly Dao did not have a good thing, and turning their faces was faster than turning a book!

She Gan moved his gaze to Situ Sheng again, and asked loudly: "Situ Zhangjiao! Do you also want to say that this is child's play?!"

Situ Sheng smiled but said nothing, and gestured to the heavens.

Thinking of the powerful force he encountered when he high-fived Bai Muxue for the first time, he suddenly figured out why everyone suddenly turned their faces, just because that mysterious power had not disappeared, and it was threatening several Sect Masters present!

In the face of the big fat meat of the Twelve Divine Divisions of the Heavenly Pivot, Shoot Gan didn't believe that a few masters were not interested, but now these guys can't wait to stand up and clear their names, obviously, they are afraid!

Tianshu Immortal Martial Realm, who has that terrifying threat?

After a little deep thought, a terrible thought appeared in his mind, he took two steps back tremblingly, looked up at the ethereal void, and shouted, "Chu...... Chu Yunchuan! Yes...... Isn't it you?!" He didn't want to believe that this was the truth, after all, Chu Yunchuan was dead, but apart from Chu Yunchuan, he really couldn't think of anyone else in the current Immortal Martial Realm who could make several great masters taboo.

Heaven did not respond.

Just as Shot Dry stared at the surging sky in a panic, Situ Sheng suddenly turned into an ice-blue dragon, and when he broke through the air with a roar, the dragon's body passed through Shot Gan's body like lightning.

“......！！！！”

There was no scream, and he looked down at the big hole in his chest that had pierced through his chest, just a glance, and with a muffled bang, his body fell to the altar, and there was no sign of life. Blood, staining the snow mottled with blanks.

The unexpected result stunned everyone present.

No one knew why Situ Sheng wanted to kill the Shooter who was working for him, and no one could have imagined that the same Zun-level Nirvana's cultivation realm was actually vulnerable in front of Situ Sheng! Everyone knew that only that kind of terrifying power that was infinitely close to the Saint Venerable level could kill a supreme-level Su Cultivation Master in an instant.

Everyone's eyes chased the ice-blue dragon, which had a dry soul in its mouth, and after flying a few laps in the sky, it made a deep voice: "Chu Yunchuan, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, don't come unharmed!" As an old friend, are you still satisfied with this gift I gave you?"