"God, divine power?" Wukong and Niu Shanming exclaimed in unison.

“Yes.” Luo Ci nodded: “Because it was created by Lady Li Xue herself, but the versions that have been passed down to the world since then are all incomplete.”

“Li, created by Lady Li Xue herself…” Niu Shanming’s eyes immediately lit up.

If the seventh brother learned the Soul Searching Technique, then wouldn't the seventh brother be considered a great-great-great-grand-disciple of Lady Li Xue?

This identity is really cool.

"It was actually created by Sister Xue herself!" Wukong immediately exclaimed. "No wonder even though Niu Laoqi only has a mediocre skill level, he can still be so powerful."

"Shall we call Lao Qi over now?" Niu Shanming asked.

When he came to the Yun family in Zhongzhou, he left them several teleportation talismans.

It's for unforeseen circumstances.

"No need." Luo Ci shook his head: "Because I also know a little bit of the Soul Searching Technique."

"No, you can't search me, you can't!" Jiang Sanzu lay on the ground with his hands covering his head, looking pitiful, hateful, and comical.

Just then, a commotion arose outside.

"Where is this noise coming from?" Niu Shanming asked, frowning.

"It must have been because the commotion here was too great that it alerted the cultivators from all over Shenchu ​​City," Luo Ci said.

"Wukong, didn't you seal this place?" Niu Shanming asked, puzzled.

"The seal Sister Peach gave me has an expiration date, and it's time now," Wukong said, scratching his head and laughing.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sanzu's eyes immediately darted around.

He came up with a way to save himself.

"Guards! The ancestor of the Taiji Divine Clan has come out to kill again!" Jiang Sanzu shouted at the top of his lungs.

He used all his remaining spiritual energy to shout out in a loud voice.

The effect was also very obvious.

As Jiang Sanzu shouted, the noise outside grew closer and closer.

Jiang Sanzu struggled to sit up, moving back as far as he could, thinking he had reached a safe distance, before saying, "You're finished."

There are at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand, cultivators in Shenchu ​​City now.

Moreover, they all deeply abhorred the mastermind behind the fifteen massacres in Central Continent.

Because of the recording stone they had previously released, they had already identified Niu Shanming as the murderer.

Now that they see Niu Shanming standing here, they will surely attack him en masse.

Unless Niu Shanming kills everyone.

Otherwise, they could always find a chance to escape in the chaos.

Then I'll go to the Western Continent to find my two elder brothers and wait for the right opportunity to take revenge.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sanzu couldn't help but glare at them fiercely again.

These people deserve to die.

However, the cloud that the monkey was standing on was rather strange.

If you touch it, you'll be struck by lightning.

We must come up with a foolproof plan for the future.

As long as I kill the monkey and take the cloud beneath his feet, I will be invincible.

"Minotaur, you have wiped out fifteen sects in Central Continent. Today, we will avenge them!" At this moment, the cultivators had already barged in, speaking righteously.

“Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts,” someone else shouted.

"Kill this minotaur and use his blood to appease our compatriots!" A female cultivator gripped her longsword tightly and shouted.

"Everyone, this Ancestor Shanming is highly skilled. I was no match for him and was injured. You must be careful," Jiang Sanzu said, coughing twice.

His intention was to provoke everyone into anger so that he could charge forward recklessly.

That way he can escape in the chaos.

However, he underestimated human nature.

Those who had been shouting and clamoring for revenge took a step back after hearing Jiang Sanzu's words.

Even Jiang Sanzu, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm, was defeated.

How could they possibly win?

If we rush in, won't we die?

They have come this far step by step, with great difficulty; it has not been easy.

Jiang Sanzu was not expected to see things this way. He cursed inwardly, but after cursing, he still maintained a pleasant expression.

"Don't be afraid, they're not that powerful. I was just tricked by their despicable methods, and my cultivation level was sealed."

“Jiang Sanzu, such a brutal and bloodthirsty scoundrel deserves to be killed by everyone. Even if it costs me my life, I will not hesitate to do so.” Someone immediately chimed in.

“In that case, I’ll have a go at this minotaur.” An old man with white hair stepped forward, holding a jade ruyi scepter.

"Minotaur, do you dare to fight?" The old man's jade ruyi was pointed directly at Niu Shanming.

“I know you are all from reputable sects, but when facing a demon, you should attack him as a group, not talk about morality. Fight one-on-one,” Jiang Sanzu said again.

"The massacre of the entire Zhongzhou clan was not committed by Master Niu, but by Third Brother Jiang," Wukong said calmly, glancing at the crowd.

“I can testify that when the massacre of his entire family occurred, Master Niu was in the Southern Wilderness,” Wukong added.

“You’re in cahoots with that Old Ancestor Shanming, so naturally you’ll help him deny it,” Jiang Sanzu said sternly.

"Jiang Laosan, do you really think we have no evidence?" Wukong asked with a smile, looking at Jiang Sanzu.

"Are you going to bring up that demonic soul-searching technique again?" Jiang Sanzu sneered. "You are a dignified spirit beast, why would you know that demonic technique? Are you colluding with the demon race?"

Everyone looked at Wukong.

Among them were cultivators who recognized Wukong, who loudly proclaimed, "What spirit beast? It's the Demon King Pingjing, who once wreaked havoc in the Central Continent. He's no good."

Wukong ignored the man and instead glanced at Jiang Sanzu indifferently: "Jiang Laosan, do you remember the Lin family?"

"The Lin family is related to my Jiang family by marriage, and you have wiped them all out. You are truly heartless," Jiang Sanzu said, wiping away a tear.

"Didn't you just say that the demon controlled you and that you don't remember anything that happened before?" Wukong asked in return.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jiang Sanzu pursed his lips guiltily, but quickly snorted, "Today, I swear in front of everyone that I will never let you go."

“Some members of the Lin family have survived,” Wukong said.

"What?" Jiang Sanzu's face turned pale with fright, and he blurted out, "Impossible, I clearly did it back then..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when he realized he had been tricked. Then, with a look of grief and indignation, he said, "Hand over the Lin family members now, and I might spare your lives."

“Lin Buhuan, the youngest grandson of the Lin family, is still alive. No one knows the events of that day better than him.” Wukong said, taking out a communication stone: “Sect Master Bai, you can let Lin Buhuan come over now.”

Then, in the next second, the void twisted and Lin Buhuan appeared in front of everyone.

“It really is the youngest grandson of the Lin family. I’ve seen him before,” a cultivator in the crowd exclaimed.

"No, come here now." Jiang Sanzu clenched his fingers, but still put on a kind and amiable appearance: "How can you stay with the enemy who wiped out your family?"

"You are the one who wiped out my Lin family." Lin Buhuan's eyes turned red the moment he saw Jiang Sanzu.

They wished they could rush up and devour its flesh and drink its blood, and then grind its bones to dust.