Volume 1, Chapter 168: The one who took action was Wu Yanwang.
As the raging sand raged.
The figures of a man and a woman appeared in the void.
He was instantly covered and bound by the raging sand.
The weapon in his hand fell off.
In panic, his face looked even more ferocious.
This is the gap between each realm and each level above the Six Realms.
The weak have nowhere to hide in front of the strong.
Not to mention fighting, there is no chance to escape.
Ye Tingmu was surprised and couldn't help but recall what happened on the roof of the carriage that day.
A conversation with Yue Ming Feng.
At that time, he said that he could only survive for two seconds in the hands of a saint.
At that time, Ye Tingmu felt that this was indeed a bit exaggerated.
Now it seems that what he said is true.
The raging sand is still raging, accompanied by the whistling wind.
Ye Tingmu's eyes were also invaded by the sand.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
This is not really crying, it's just that the wind and sand are too strong.
It was at this time.
Under the cover of night, a man walked out.
The man who came was holding a three-foot heavy pen.
The tip of the pen dragged across the ground, leaving a mark.
When Ye Tingmu saw this person, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
Wu Yanwang, how could it be him?
But he reacted quickly.
After leaving the court, Lin An told him that this King Wu Yan was a subordinate of the King of the Northern Man.
It would be reasonable for him to take action if he saw it.
The King of Beimang wanted him dead, but it was just as he had said before.
He couldn't die in Beimang City, otherwise even if he didn't do it, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.
This makes sense.
Wu Yanwang came to his side and swept his cold eyes over him.
Then he looked up at the two people in mid-air who were bound by the raging sand.
The judge's pen danced in his hand.
A trace of light appears in the air.
Drink lightly in your mouth.
"Sand Explosion."
An old but deep voice sounded.
The rocky sands in the sky turned into sharp arrows and spears.
Kill the two people who were tied up.
Whoosh...sound.
Echoing this world.
Countless sand spears pierced the chests of the two men.
"ah......"
"ah....."
Screams were heard and the yellow sand turned blood red.
When it's all over.
Yellow sand falls.
The two of them fell to the ground like kites with broken strings.
At this time, the woman had already died.
His whole body was riddled with thorns, like a hornet's nest.
His face was already completely unrecognizable.
It looked extremely miserable.
But the man still held his breath.
But he only had his last breath left.
He squirmed his body and used his head to support himself on the ground to sit up on his knees.
There was no expression on his blood-covered face.
Ye Tingmu only knew that he was looking at the person holding the pen.
In a very faint voice, he said weakly: "Why? Why you?"
There was shock, confusion, and unwillingness in his tone.
He couldn't understand why the thin old man in front of him would attack them.
Aren't they the same group?
Moreover, today's assassination of Ye Tingmu was also planned by him.
But now he has come out to kill.
The three were tortured to death.
What is the purpose of doing this?
Everyone in the Northern Maniacs knows that Wu Yanwang is the confidant of the Northern Maniacs King.
But they didn't know that he was just a hidden pawn planted by the eldest prince next to the Northern Maniac King in his early years.
The incident in Yecheng was planned by him.
It was also he who gave the order to execute Shangguan Yun.
He was unwilling to accept this, as he was the head of the Haizi Hall and had reached the sixth level of extraordinary cultivation.
But today it is in the hands of our own people.
However, King Wu Yanwang did not waste time talking to him and did not intend to give him a chance.
Raise your right hand.
The brushstrokes are like a dragon.
A golden light appeared.
The light appears and moves forward in an instant.
Straight towards the man.
Then it pierced through the neck and left.
Dragging out a blood mist.
The man fell to the ground unwillingly.
As the man died.
Everything returned to calm.
The surroundings were in a mess.
Under the bright moonlight.
Only Ye Tingmu, covered in blood, and Wu Yanwang were left standing there.
Ye Tingmu came back to his senses from his shock.
He staggered out of the hole he had dug.
He stood up straight with the support of the five-foot black lightning blade.
He looked at Wu Yanwang, who was thin and old, but had his back straight.
His blood-soaked face was filled with solemnity.
He said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your help, senior."
Upon hearing this, King Wu Yan turned around.
Sharp eyes swept over him again.
Then he asked, "Can you still move?"
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"Can."
Upon hearing this, King Wu nodded.
Then he slapped his waist, and the judge's pen in his hand sank into the Qiankun bag and disappeared.
He walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back.
His voice also sounded.
"Then follow me."
Looking at Wu Yanwang's back, Ye Tingmu gritted his teeth and thought, but still followed him.
But at this moment he was seriously injured and his body seemed to be falling apart.
Just took a step forward.
The intense pain came again.
I don’t know if it’s because of the blood loss.
He just felt dizzy.
His eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground, fainting.
The thunder in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Wu Yanwang, who was walking in front, stopped.
Then he shook his head and turned around.
Walked to the side of Ye Tingmu who was lying on the ground.
From his palm, strands of true energy flowed into Ye Tingmu's body.
As the true energy was absorbed into his body, the scars on Ye Tingmu's body healed miraculously.
This is the great supernatural power of those who have entered the holy realm.
His true energy has already glimpsed a trace of the power of heaven.
Can use true essence to heal wounds.
In fact, extraordinary people can also do it, but they can only control a few bodies.
However, those who have entered the holy realm can influence others.
The blind swordsman once healed the wound on his face.
Do all this.
King Wu Yan raised the fingertips of his right hand.
Ye Tingmu's body was suspended in the air, and disappeared as the old man sank into the darkness.
Not long after the two of them left.
Dongfang Xing just arrived with a group of detectives.
Look at the mess on the ground.
Dongfang Xing frowned.
A battlefield like this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
The one who takes action is powerful.
"Captain, have two bodies been found here?"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Xing dismounted from his horse.
Go towards the corpse.
Looking at the two bodies on the ground, one male and one female.
The scars on the body.
He had already guessed that the person who made the move was the cold-faced and selfless deputy city lord, Wu Yanwang.
But why did he take action?
His hands rummaged around the man's body.
Then find a token.
He took it in his hand and looked at it.
Murmuring in the mouth.
"Fengyue Tinghai Sect, Hai Hall Master Liu Xin."
He didn't understand why people from Fengyue Tinghai Sect would appear in Beimang.
And he is the hall master.
The main thing is that he was killed by Wu Yanwang.
He stood up and gave orders to the people around him.
"This place is blocked. No one is allowed to enter without permission."
"promise."
And at this time.
A marshland far away in Shangyun City.
Fengyuetinghaizong.
The new leader of Fengzi Hall suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of him, three life lamps had quietly gone out at some point.
"Dead"
He stood up and walked out of the hall.
It turned into a long rainbow and headed straight for the main peak.
The three life cups all belong to the three extraordinary people of this sect.
Now they are extinguished together.
Such an important matter must be reported to the sect leader as soon as possible.
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