Just as Ye Qingtang was thinking, Xuefu walked into the hall quickly, with an ugly expression on his face.
"Report to the Holy Lord, Holy Son, there are people causing trouble outside the temple."
"Who is it?" Ye Qingtang asked.
Xuefu shook his head and said: "This subordinate doesn't know, he bluntly said that he wants to see the Holy Master."
Before Ye Qingtang could say anything, Ming Zhan's expression turned cold in an instant.
"Xuefu, you are becoming more and more unruly."
Xuefu was slightly taken aback, and immediately knelt down on one knee.
Ming Zhan said coldly: "Where is the Temple of Shadows? Who has such a big face, who can see the Holy Lord when they meet?"
Xuefu's face was a bit ugly, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "That person's strength... is very strong, I can't stop him, it's useless for me to wait, please ask the Holy Master to punish him!"
Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback by Xuefu's words.
She knows the strength of Xuefu, although it is slightly inferior to Mingde and Minggu, but that strength is top-notch on the Central Continent.
But at this moment, Xuefu actually said such words
Ming Zhan's eyes also sank slightly.
"I really want to see who has such courage." After finishing speaking, Ming Zhan directly asked Ye Qingtang for orders, turned around and left the hall.
Ye Qingtang looked at Ming Zhan's leaving back, but felt uneasy inexplicably.
Outside the Temple of Shadows, a group of undead races looked tense, staring at the feminine young man standing not far away.
The young man looked to be at most thirteen or fourteen years old, half-grown in appearance, with long black hair scattered casually behind him, and the long black hair set off his fair and somewhat sickly face.
The boy's facial features were extremely feminine, and on his fair and flawless face, a red lip that seemed to be smeared with blood outlined a frivolous smile.
"Let your Holy Master come out, I'm not interested in playing around with you ants." The young man arrogantly raised his chin, folded his hands around his chest, and glanced ironically at a kind of undead present.
Beside the young man, countless undead corpses had already fallen down.
Even Gui Ji, who had a charming face, stood up with the help of an elder in a little embarrassment at the moment. A large piece of her shoulder was cut off, and there were spider web-like cracks in the cohesive human figure.
"What are you, you deserve to meet our Holy Master." Gui Ji gritted her teeth and said.
The feminine young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept over Gui Ji, "Don't think that if you are called undead, you can really be immortal. I was just too lazy to waste time with you. If you dare to make any noise , I will completely blow you to ashes."
When the boy's words fell to the ground, a cluster of faint blue flames suddenly ignited.
The flame didn't have the slightest sense of blazing heat, on the contrary, it made the surrounding temperature drop a bit.
Gui Ji gritted her teeth, but knew in her heart that she was no match for this young man.
It was only half a move, and she almost lost her life.
The strength of this young man far exceeded Gui Ji's imagination.
Gui Ji's strength is considered to be number one in the entire Central Continent, but in the hands of this young man, she couldn't even take a single move.
Gui Ji had never experienced such a shame.
"What a big tone." A cold voice suddenly sounded from the Shadow Temple.
When Gui Ji heard that voice, she felt a little joy in her heart.
In the next second, Ming Death's figure landed in front of Gui Ji.
"Sacred Son of Death." Gui Ji said.