The fear in Wu Yaokong's heart was beyond words, and at this moment, countless thoughts passed through his mind, for fear that what Ye Ning said was true! If this was the case, the glory of the martial arts family for ten thousand years would very likely be ruined!

Ye Ning looked at him with pity like a god on high, and said, "Lie to you? Haha! Is this saint necessary?"

"Hmph. Wu Yaokong pretended to be calm and said, "The surname Ye, if you are not a liar, can you dare to try it on the spot?"

Ye Ning smiled: "Hmph, don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin!"

After speaking, he silently recited the incantation, and suddenly, an incomparably mysterious rhythm floated out, enveloping Wu Yaokong's surroundings. There seemed to be a faint red blood mist-like gas overflowing from Wu Yaokong's body, constantly surging, heading towards Ye Ning.

Wu Yaokong, who was in it, knew better than anyone how he felt at this moment!

He had a feeling of being overwhelmed. At this moment, he felt that there were countless life forces in his body surging outward, and it seemed that as long as Ye Ning kept chanting the spell, his life would be taken away by the other party!

How could Wu Yaokong not be surprised?

At this point, he lost his speech and stood in mid-air.

"Hahaha!" Ye Ning laughed and said, "Martial Sage, you now know that this Sage is not framing you!"

"You ......" Wu Yao wanted to scold, but he didn't dare to speak. His mind kept calculating, after all, ginger was old and spicy, and in just an instant, he thought of possible loopholes. Suddenly, he widened his heart a lot, and a smile appeared on his face again, "Is it? Sect Master Ye really has a good plan. However, since you can control Wu through the Supreme Blood Soul Dao, why don't you just do it, but instead argue with Wu? If Wu's guess is right, this method can be successful, but Sect Master Ye must also have to pay a big price!"

Ye Ning was stunned, this Wu Yaokong was worthy of being a genius who became famous 10,000 years ago, and he figured out the key point in an instant. However, he still smiled and said, "Martial arts friends are too careful. With a compassionate heart for fellow human beings, this saint did not kill you. After all, the birth of the Wei Clan is just around the corner, so why should we kill each other? As a great sage, Martial Daoyou will definitely be the mainstay in the future battle, and Ye will have to rely on it more in the future!"

"Hahaha!" Wu Yaokong looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "Sect Master Ye speaks better than he sings! Hmph, today's matter will be revealed for the time being! However, our accounts will be settled sooner or later!"

After saying that, he turned around and fled for miles, disappearing into the clouds.

Ye Ning knew that he was not afraid of himself, but just a little worried. When you know you can't get a bargain, it's a good idea to run away.

Ye Ning looked at the onlookers and said, "This matter is over, you can cultivate with peace of mind! However, the birth of the Wei Clan is imminent, and I am afraid that you will also know a thing or two, and I hope that everyone will unite to defend the Phantom City together!"

The crowd shouted in unison: "Yes!"

Ye Ning's figure flashed and escaped into the mirage mountain.

Just as he had guessed, Xue Yilan was indeed waiting for him in front of his residence.

Xue Yilan smiled, worthy of being the saint of the Moon Lake Island in the holy land of monks in the world, this smile was full of charms, but it was not disgraceful and generous, like a Chinese flower, which made Ye Ning a little unbearable.

Ye Ning said: "Why is the holy woman laughing?"

Xue Yilan said: "Giggles, today's matter, Yilan only realized that Ye Daoyou is an interesting person." ”

(End of chapter)