Jian Wushuang looked solemn and did not question the wine master's words at all.
Although he had killed the seven holy realms of the Holy Palace by himself before, the main reason was that the two methods of Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge had greatly restricted the seven holy realms.
In terms of combat power, when he exploded with all his strength, he was on par with Jiu Zun, or even slightly inferior.
Among the four Heavenly Lords in the Holy Palace, even the weakest Four Heavenly Lords are stronger than the Wine Lord.
"Lao San, I have summoned my father and asked him to come forward." Wang Yuan said: "I have mentioned you many times in front of my father before, but at that time your strength was not enough to attract his attention. , but it’s different now.”
"You are so young, and you have killed seven holy realms by yourself. With such potential, our Danmen Sect must also attach great importance to it. What's more, you and the Holy Palace are mortal enemies. If you can save your life, it will also be of great benefit to the Danmen Sect. My father should show up."
Jian Wushuang glanced at Wang Yuan and nodded slightly.
"Just wait for a while, there should be news in the next two days. I just hope that the Holy Palace will not come so soon." Wang Yuan said, still having great confidence in his heart.
Based on his understanding of his father, Danmen should come forward to protect Jian Wushuang this time.
Jian Wushuang and others were waiting quietly at this contact point.
Danmen!
In the central palace of the majestic palace complex, the Danmen Sect Master and several high-ranking elders gathered together to discuss the matter of Jian Wushuang.
"On his own, he can kill the seven powerful men in the Holy Realm of the Holy Palace. This little guy named Jian Wushuang is really amazing."
"Young Master is really lucky to have such a brother in a weak dynasty."
"Unfortunately, this little guy is not one of my alchemy sects."
Several elders were sighing and sighing.
On the top seat of the palace, there was a middle-aged man wearing purple running shoes sitting there indifferently. This middle-aged man had a 28-year-old beard, and he was very similar to Wang Yuan in appearance and figure.
This middle-aged fat man is Wang Yuan's father and the leader of the Dan Sect, Wang Yan.
"He is indeed a rare genius." Wang Yan also praised, but then secretly shook his head, "It's a pity that my Danmen can't save him."
After hearing this, several elders in front of Wang Yan also fell silent.
It can't be saved, it really can't be saved.
If it were anyone else, Danmen would come to the rescue.
But Jian Wushuang is very special.
His Danmen and the Holy Palace have already made a decision, and the Danmen will never interfere in the matter of Jian Wushuang!
"Tell Wang Yuan that my alchemy sect will not come forward in this matter. In addition, pick out a few elixirs that Jian Wushuang needs and give them to him. This is the only thing the alchemy sect can do. Alas..." Wang Yan He sighed softly, feeling helpless in his heart.
…
The Holy Palace, one of the overlords of Nanyang, has its gate located on a huge island.
There are also mountains and rivers on the island, and there are also a large number of lofts standing in the middle of those mountains.
But at this moment, on the top floor of an attic, the Lord of the Holy Palace and more than ten elders gathered here, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly oppressive. Just now, they received news that Mo Yun and other seven holy realms were all here. Die in the hands of Jianwu.
And he was killed by Jian Wushuang alone.
"Seven Saint Realms, how many powerful Saint Realms do we have combined with all the Saint Realm experts in our Holy Palace? But there are seven missing all of a sudden." An elder from the Holy Palace shouted there.
The other elders all looked ugly.
Every Saint Realm powerhouse is the mainstay of a sect, and the Holy Palace is no exception.
Being killed in seven holy realms at once was a huge loss to the Holy Palace.
"The seven elders of the Holy Realm are dead. No matter how much you say, it's useless." Yi Tianming, the master of the Holy Palace, said in a low voice in the attic, "The thing you should worry about most now is Jian Wushuang!" Jian Wushuang!
At the mention of this name, the eyes of the elders in the Holy Palace could not help but shrink.
It should be noted that just over a year ago, Jian Wushuang was just a little guy in front of them, and they did not pay much attention to him. But in the blink of an eye, more than a year later, Jian Wushuang's strength has improved to what it is now.
This rate of progress is incredible.
The most important thing is Jian Wushuang's age!
According to the information they obtained, Jian Wushuang is only twenty-two years old this year!
At the age of twenty-two, he was able to kill the seven powerful men in the Holy Realm of their Holy Palace. What is this concept
"Elder Mo Yun said something before he died." Yi Tianming's eyes were cold, "This son's talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. If he does not die, our Holy Palace will suffer a great disaster!"
"He's right!"
"That Jian Wushuang is too young!"
"The speed of progress is too fast, too shocking!"
"He has reached this level at the age of twenty-two. If he is given a few more years, wouldn't it be just a joke to destroy our Holy Palace?"
"kill!"
"He must be killed!"
Many elders in the attic also had red eyes and murderous intent.
"The ability to kill Mo Yun and seven others by myself this time is extraordinary. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to kill him alone. I'm afraid we have to ask the four Heavenly Masters to come forward." An elder said.
"I will go and invite the four Heavenly Lords now." Yi Tianming said.
Not long after, Yi Tianming and the elders arrived at the foot of a huge peak, where a boy in green was waiting quietly.
Yi Tianming took out paper and pen, wrote a letter on the spot, and handed it to the boy in Qingyi.
"Palace Master, please wait a moment." After the boy in green took the letter, he walked along the mountain road towards the top of the giant peak.
Yi Tianming and the elders were standing there waiting, talking in low voices at the same time.
"I don't know which Lord Tianzun will come forward this time?"
"It should be the Four Heavenly Lords. The strength of the Four Heavenly Lords is more than enough to deal with that Jian Wushuang."
"Any one of the four Tianzuns is enough to kill Jian Wushuang, but who will take action depends on which of them is free and has free hands."
"Anyway, Yitian Zun will not take action."
"That's for sure."
"Shut up, everyone." Yi Tianming suddenly shouted, and these elders immediately shut their mouths.
On the mountain road, the boy in green clothes had already walked down, came to Yi Tianming, bowed and said: "Palace Master, Er Tianzun said that you should wait quietly for three days. After three days, he will come out to see you."
"Second Heavenly Lord?"
"It was actually Lord Er Tianzun who took action himself?"
Yi Tianming and the elders were secretly shocked, and they waited here for the next three days.
Three days later, an old man with a lean face wearing a black robe appeared in front of them. He was the Second Heavenly Lord among the four Heavenly Lords!
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(End of chapter)