"Then you are?" Little Golden King said. After returning from the ruins of Blood City, although the younger generation of the Demon Clan is still the Demon God Ji, the image of him and Tian Pengzi has also grown rapidly, and has surpassed the young master of the Demon God Palace.
The moon is empty.
"I want to know, when the Blood City ruins were closed that day, it was one of you who activated the secret weapon for the several spatial fluctuations."
Wanqing's tone was cold, like the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month, which pierced everyone's bones. Even some of the saints were trembling, and their faces were cold.
Ji Ling and others looked at each other. They didn't know anything about this, they had even seen it with their own eyes.
As soon as they left the ruins, they saw an ancient artifact wrapped in a mysterious light group striking all the fluctuations in the ruins with all its strength, as if it had been calculated in advance.
You must know that they had separated at that time, and only Bai Meng had not yet appeared. He was most likely to come out when the Blood City was about to close, and use ancient artifacts to attack the space fluctuations with all his strength. Even if they had the background to protect them, they were in a hurry.
, and it is extremely difficult to escape from birth.
It can be seen that that person wanted the lives of those who came after him!
The scene suddenly fell silent, because they really didn't know, but they were the only ones present at that time, and only Ji Ling, Jiang Yi, Yuan Ling, the Yaochi Saint, and one of the two demon clans could have such knowledge of ancient artifacts!
But they unanimously chose to remain silent, which made everyone think that Bai Meng was dead. No wonder Wan Qing was so unsympathetic to them. He probably found clues at the ruins of Blood City.
"What, don't you have anything to say?" Wan Qing took a step forward, his eyes sharp and his momentum overwhelming.
Even many geniuses were forced to take a step back unconsciously by him, and they couldn't help but feel secretly angry, but a monk from the third level of the Dao Palace dared to be so presumptuous.
"If you say you don't know, you don't know. Boy, if you don't know what is good, don't blame me for killing you here."
Tianpengzi opened his eyes, and a flash of thunder flashed across his face. He looked at Wanqing as if he were an ant on the roadside.
Wan Qing's eyes narrowed and he said nothing. He just took another step forward with an even more amazing breath, which also showed his attitude.
"Kill him directly. I think it's a lie that he's looking for his brother, but it's true that he wants something from his brother!" Someone's tone was erratic, making it difficult for people to notice where he was.
"That's right, maybe the death of some Holy Son characters some time ago may have something to do with him. Don't forget, he has a Holy Weapon." The sinister tone came out from nowhere, and he sang in harmony with the previous person.
Many geniuses frowned, but no one took action. Those who could stay at this moment were all the elites who had survived the bloody storm in the secret realm for five years. Who would not be able to see this little trick?
Wan Qing glanced at the crowd, thoughtfully, and then moved his hands, the pressure was astonishing.
"The clown is also acting wild!"
A green halo of light rushed out, rolling up thousands of tiles, shooting out a sheet of divinely patterned heavenly swords, roaring towards them.
The heavenly sword flashes and shines in all directions, each piece is outlined by the rhyme of Taoism, and ten thousand swords come out pointing in one direction, with astonishing power.
"Poof!" A hidden figure appeared. There was only half a corpse. The waist was cut in half, and the green divine light was wrapped around it, preventing the blood from flowing out.
Everyone was silent again, Wan Qing looked at them again, especially Ji Ling, and asked in the same tone:
"It is rumored that the Ji family is unparalleled at the same level in the void. Brother Ji must have made some guesses."
As soon as these words came out, even the Yaochi Saint and others looked at Ji Ling. In fact, they had already suspected this. After all, the one who could hide from them was most likely Ji Ling.
Ji Ling's expression was calm and her tone did not waver at all:
"Brother Wan, that man has traveled a long way in hiding. I really don't know anything about it, but the fluctuations of that ancient artifact are somewhat familiar."
Ji Ling turned her head to look at where she was, and it was none other than the Holy Son of Yuan Ling!
"Brother Ji, there are some things you shouldn't say nonsense. I left with you that day." The eyes of Holy Son Yuanling were a little indifferent, unusually cold.
"Besides, the Blue Secret Land is vast, and there may be people who have obtained the secret weapon of my Holy Land and want to put the blame on me."
It is not that the Holy Son of Yuanling must explain to Wan Qing, but also to the many Holy Sons here, otherwise, if there is another secret realm in the future, their Holy Land will definitely fall into the side of being excluded.
Wan Qing was not aggressive, his brows were furrowed, and in the eyes of everyone, he was unable to step down.
"Wan Qing, you are only a third-level Taoist palace. First, you want to frame brother Ji Ling, and then you are disrespectful to the Holy Son of Yuan Ling and to us. Are you ready to bear our anger?" A prominent figure sneered.
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"I, Wanqing, will naturally take full responsibility for my work. I don't need you to bark like this anymore!"
"You!" The man was so angry that he took action directly and rushed towards the altar.
"Today, you will pay the price for your words and deeds!"
This man sneered, he had known Wan Qing for a long time, and believed that Wan Qing's battle with several Holy Land Saints in the Central Territory was just a false rumor, but regardless of whether it was true or false, if he could be killed here today, he would become famous all over the world and no longer be underestimated!
"That's Yang Yao, a figure from a small sect in the Northern Territory who has recently emerged. I don't know what kind of fortune he has received, and he is extremely powerful!"
Not all of the many outstanding figures came from the Holy Land, and all of them showed strange expressions. They wanted to take this opportunity to see the details of Wan Qing, the younger brother with the "imperial appearance".
"Boom!"
The war started without any warning. Yangyao shouted loudly, dressed in white, with the wind blowing, and waved a black halberd. His whole body emitted endless divine light to kill Wanqing, so powerful!
Wan Qing is dressed in Tsing Yi and has an extraordinary temperament. He is like an immortal in the sky walking in the rioting divine light. He is covered by the divine light of Yang Yao's secret technique, making it difficult for people to see his figure clearly.
This person is so unique. He is as restrained as his temperament. Unlike Yang Yao, who is overflowing with energy and has shocking fluctuations, the contrast is extremely strong.
But after he got close for a moment, he heard painful shouts coming from the glorious battlefield, which seemed to be a low moan caused by pain.
"boom!"
A piece of divine flower was cut open, and one hand held a thin cyan knife transformed into a Dao pattern talisman, splitting a head, and stepped on it suddenly, with a roar that shook the sky, and the head was shattered.
Everyone's pupils shrank and their eyes changed drastically. Only those top figures could be so calm and calm in the presence. Could it be that Wan Qing, like them, has the qualifications to become a saint?
"Is this all you have?" Wan Qing smiled scornfully, looking down on everyone.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared, coming from nowhere. Even the geniuses had no time to react, and their murderous aura was piercing their bones.
A faint, almost transparent shadow suddenly appeared next to Wan Qing. A rusty iron sword, accompanied by the cold wind, pierced Wan Qing's chest and pointed directly at his heart.
It's too fast, it's too sudden! Even everyone present, at least ninety percent of the elite, can't escape, they can only hate drinking on the spot!
However, Wan Qing's expression did not change, as if he had known it for a long time. He stretched out two crystal-like jade fingers and clamped the rusty iron sword like lightning.
The attacker seemed shocked, and he didn't expect Wan Qing to react like this.