The remains of the Zhan family's ancestral land.

Six half-step pseudo-gods quietly guarded here.

They seemed to have no difference from the initial movements, as if they had turned into six statues.

Among them, the Lord of Wantong, the Lord of Wumo Temple, the Lord of Jihan Cave, and the Lord of Wuerdao sat cross-legged, seemingly practicing.

The Lord of Cangji Zhai. The

Lord of Beikun Palace.

These two stared at the Palace of Light above the void almost without blinking, their eyes were sharp and extremely terrifying!

Especially the Lord of Beikun Palace!

The brilliance that rose from his eyes from time to time almost condensed into substance, as if it turned into a raging flame, burning everything!

Killing intent, chill, and aggrieved.

It seemed that this half-step pseudo-god who was enough to sweep across the wasteland of war was about to explode!

Whenever the Lord of Beikun Palace noticed his empty right hand, he was even more furious!

Qiankun Boxing Gloves!

The ancient treasures given by the two holy places that made him invincible, only one was left now.

The other one was chopped to pieces by that damn Zhan family member!

This means that he, the Lord of Beikun Palace, is incomplete from now on!

Compared with the old guys next to him, he is a little weaker.

How can he bear this? ?

God knows, in the past period of time, he has torn Ye Wuque alive in his mind so many times!

Even if he barely sits here, the whole person is like a furnace that will erupt at any time, extremely terrifying,

and there is a bloody meaning flashing in his eyes! The other half of the Lord of Cangji Zhai, although a little better than the Lord of Beikun Palace, is not much better.

A mere giant level, actually escaped from his hands!

This is a huge shame for the Lord of Cangji Zhai! It is

equivalent to being slapped in the face!

It must be washed with Ye Wuque's blood!

"It seems that three days have passed?"

The voice of the Lord of Wantong suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the Zhan family's ancestral site.

This old guy has white hair and a childlike face. He is obviously an old monster, but he looks like a child. He smiled and broke the silence.

"It's only three days! In my opinion, three years is possible."

"For us, what does it matter if it's three hundred years?"

"We have to wait for these remnants of the Zhan family no matter what! I can conclude that they can't hide forever in this turtle shell!" The voice of the master of the Wumo Temple sounded immediately, with a hint of coldness.

Wuerdaozong still closed his eyes, with a purple long sword across his knees, without any intention of speaking. He actually exuded a kind of "tranquility and far-reaching" aura from his whole body, as if he was one with the sword, making people feel unfathomable.

The master of the Jihan Cave also opened his eyes and looked at the Palace of Light above the void. He also didn't speak, but his eyes were also surging with coldness.

As for Cangji Zhaizhu and Beikun Palace Master, they were too lazy to speak, but their eyes were more fierce than each other!

Waiting to death is very uncomfortable, just like living a year.

But soon, the voice of the Lord of Wan Tong rang out again: "Of course I know that this is a long psychological war. What is a mere three days?"

"But these three days are a bit unreasonable for the two holy places!"

"Three days ago, we jointly reported the situation here at the ruins of the Zhan family's ancestral land!"

"If the adults of the two holy places want to come here, one day is enough!"

"But now, three days have passed!"

"Not only did no adult from the two holy places come here, but there was no instruction or communication."

"It's as if they didn't know about this. Don't you find this situation strange?"

The words of the Lord of Wan Tong finally made the other half-step pseudo-gods change their expressions slightly.

Their attention has always been on the remnants of the Zhan family, but they have ignored this problem.

The master of the Wumo Temple frowned and said, "Wan Tong's words make sense! This situation is very abnormal!"

"According to what we know, the attitude of the two holy places towards the Zhan family cannot be like this. They should have sent people here as soon as they knew about this!" At

this moment, even Cang Ji Zhaizhu and Bei Kun Palace Master temporarily withdrew their gazes from the Palace of Light and looked over with slightly frowned brows.

"Is it because of the matter of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the two holy places?"

Suddenly, Wu Er Dao Zong opened his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

When he spoke, all the half-step pseudo-gods were stunned, as if they thought of something.

"Yes, the Holy Son and Holy Daughter are geniuses, and they are absolute monsters cultivated by the two holy places since childhood!"

"In the past few days, the Holy Son seems to be about to break through. Everyone in Taixuan Holy Land is serving the Holy Son. This is a top priority!"

Master Cang Ji Zhai thought of this and said this.

The reason for the Holy Son's breakthrough?

The six old guys nodded gently.

It really makes sense.

Immediately, the eyes of the Lord of Wantong seemed to reveal a deep awe and sigh!

"Taixuan Holy Son!"

"Ziqing Holy Maiden!"

"They are obviously just two juniors, but their achievements are incredible, so terrible!"

"What is there to say? The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden will be the masters of the two holy places in the future! They are the objects that our seven families will continue to be loyal to in the future. Aren't you used to it yet?" The Lord of the Wumo Temple snorted coldly, as if he had a lot of experience and habit of being a dog.

For a moment, the seven half-step pseudo-gods were silent!

The two holy places!

That is the unattainable existence that suppresses them. To put it bluntly, they are seven dogs.

There is not even any trace of resistance. Over the long years, they have long been accustomed to it.

"No matter what happens in the two holy places!"

"Even if we want to go back, we must take these few remnants of the Zhan family back with us!"

"In this way, we can achieve great achievements and receive rewards!"

In the end, it was Wuerdaozong who spoke up and made the final decision, gaining the approval of all the half-step pseudo-gods.

Wantong State Lord laughed and said, "Wuerdaozong is right. Whether we can enjoy a good life in the future depends on these few remnants of the Zhan family! Only three days have passed. Everyone, plan to wait for three years or three hundred years. After all, if you want to achieve great achievements and receive great rewards, you must pay a price..."

Buzz! !

A vast wave suddenly came out from the Palace of Light above the void, and instantly spread across the entire Zhan family ancestral site, blocking the words that Wantong State Lord had not yet finished saying in his throat!

At this moment, the six half-step pseudo-gods almost trembled at the same time, and looked at the Palace of Light above the void with incredible faces!

At this moment, the Palace of Light lying above the void actually emitted a blazing brilliance!

The most surprising thing about Nanyang Town is that the door that was originally tightly closed actually opened from the inside out at this time! !

The six half-step pseudo-gods stood up like old rabbits in an instant, and each pair of eyes was a little stunned!

What did they see? ? Are they

not dazzled?

The tortoise-shell-like Palace of Light actually, unexpectedly opened? ?

Buzz! !

A more blazing light burst out with the opening of the door of the Palace of Light, instantly illuminating the entire ancestral site of the Zhan family!

The six half-step pseudo-gods finally reacted!

In an instant, the six old faces all turned into endless cruelty, greed, excitement, and excitement! !

The next moment!

Amidst the sky full of glory!

The six half-step pseudo-gods saw a tall and slender silhouette slowly walking out of the door of the Palace of Light.

Immediately afterwards, a faint voice spread!

"Sure enough, not one is missing."

"I'm still worried, what if a few are missing?"

"Very good, very good..."

When these words were completely spoken, the brilliance that filled the sky and fields also completely dissipated.

The tall and slender figure became completely clear!

Ye Wuque!

Standing with his hands behind his back.

Just standing in the void, his face calm, his bright eyes looking at the six half-step pseudo-gods.

Behind him, Tian Xionghuang, Shen Tu Cang, Madam Zhan and her daughter slowly appeared together, all walked out of the Palace of Light.

The atmosphere seemed to become weird and dead silent.

"Hahahahaha!"

Until the terrible laughter of Beikun Palace Master, like a night owl, sounded, breaking the dead silence again! !

"Humble Zhan family bastard! You finally came out of the turtle shell!!"

The terrifying momentum rose from Beikun Palace Master, shaking the earth and the sky, with endless oppression!