"Sure enough, it is the Temple of Yama, and it is really lingering." Wu Ling's eyes narrowed.
The temple of Yama, Wu Ling, is not very familiar. So far, I only know that the headquarters of the Temple of Yama is between the Yunyu Mountains. The owner of the Temple of Yama is a person called Huang Shengyi, who is known as the god of Yama. In addition, Wu Yiyang who met when she saved Yue Guli, Elder Yi who met in Red Wolf Mountain, plus the group of people who met when she met Wuxue outside Tianxiang City, all have a close relationship with Yan Luo Temple. Inextricably linked.
It seems that the people in the Yan Luo Temple are very interested in Wu Ling, which makes Wu Ling puzzled. He was originally a small nobleman from a dependent country of the Wuzhi Empire. A year ago, he was still the No. 1 waste material of Tianzi. Why would the Temple of Yama be so interested in him
Furthermore, the strength of Yama Temple is also a mystery. From the previous introduction by Yue Guli to him, it seems that the overall strength of the Temple of Yan Luo should be lower than the three immortals of Huayu Pavilion, Dengxianmen and Dragon Tiger Palace. However, I don't know exactly how many master Wu Ling are in the Temple of Yama. The Temple of Yama has expanded very rapidly in recent years, using all means to conquer the surrounding small sects or forces.
Unexpectedly, he was now aiming at Wu Ling again, or aiming at Wu Ling a long time ago. What is certain is that they are definitely not interested in the martial arts of the martial arts family or the martial arts. However, apart from these two points, Wu Ling really couldn't think of anything else.
For a moment, he wondered if the people of Yan Luo Temple knew that he was reincarnated and focused on Wudang's martial arts, but he immediately denied this speculation. It has been more than a year since he came into this world, and he thinks he has never shown anything. Even Yue Guli and others, who have been with him the longest time, didn't doubt, how could they be known by the people of Yan Luo Temple
Wu Ling was puzzled, and turned his attention to Murong Leng, who was pretending to be self-imposed and calm, and asked unhurriedly: "You are doing everything possible to find my trouble, what is it for?"
Murong Leng shifted his face, but made up his mind and never spoke.
"At that time, the two masters and the three masters went to the Capital of Wind. It was all this person's order. This man is the black hand behind the scenes." Song Gongyun, who was next to him, saw Wu Ling's expression uncomfortable, and hurriedly took the words. Anyway, I have already said it, Song Gongyun simply pours beans in a bamboo tube, and tells what he knows.
"We, the Song family, joined the power of the Yamashen Temple about fifty years ago. At that time, I was opposed to it, but the young and energetic Patriarch did not listen to the opinions and worshipped the Yama god Huang Shengyi. From that time on, the real power holder of the Song family became Huang Shengyi. Even if Yu Jia entered the Huayu Pavilion, Huang Shengyi personally arranged it. Over the years, the Song family has been doing things for the Temple of Yan Luo. It’s like a one I went to the Capital of Wind to make trouble for you two years ago, and it was also personally ordered by God Lord Yama. At that time, God Lord Yama sent Murong to come cold, but he just said one thing that he was going to kill you. At that time, we were also very puzzled. The identity and background at the time did not seem to need such a big fight." Under the threat of life, Song Gongyun's mind was surprisingly clear, and he explained the conspiracy these days before and after the analysis.
Now that he had torn his face with Murong Leng and the forces of Yan Luo Temple, Song Gongyun simply told the whole truth. Originally, he had opposing views with Song Ming, the head of the Song family, not to mention that he was threatened by his life at this moment.
"Song Gongyun, do you dare?" Song Gongyun revealed everything, and Murong Leng's expression on the side changed drastically. Even if he escapes by chance this time, he will definitely not end well when he returns to the Temple of Yama.
"Don't you think you are too noisy?" The golden light flashed, and another iron olive waved out of Wu Ling's hand, piercing Murong Leng's face like this abruptly.
Poor Na Murong Leng is a master of the second layer of Yi Sui. At the beginning, Wu Ling used iron olives to seal his qi. At this time, Kong had a special ability and couldn't use it. He could only open his eyes and die.
Wu Ling's method of killing was really like slashing the mess, but in the blink of an eye, there was another corpse in the room. In this scene, the face of Song Gongyun, who was only beside him, changed drastically.
As the first elder of the Yi Sui, Song family elder, Song Gongyun, who has always been aloof, has never had an experience tonight. He even had the illusion that as long as he said one wrong sentence next, the next person to die would be himself!
"In other words, all the actions of your Song family are meant by God Lord Yan Luo?" Wu Ling asked with a faint glance at Murong Leng's corpse.
"Yes, yes, everything is a ghost from the Temple of Yama, and our Song family is just responsible for the action." Song Gongyun nodded.
"The last question, do you know why the Temple of Yama will deal with me?"
Song Gongyun wiped the cold sweat on his brows, and said softly, "I don't know about this. In the past, the head of the family had always been in contact with the messenger."
Wu Ling looked at Song Gongyun, raised his chin and asked, "Is this really the case?"
"It's true. It's true. I'm just the elder of the Song family, and I have always been at odds with the Patriarch. Patriarch will not tell me about such things." Song Gongyun replied in a flustered manner.
Wu Lingyin smiled and pulled out an iron olive.
Song Gongyun's face turned pale, and back again and again: "I really don't know, even if you kill me, I can't tell!"
"Sorry, it's useless to keep you." Wu Ling waved his hand and Tiegan went away. Song Gongyun still wanted to resist, but he was completely lost, unable to intercept this weird iron olive. Just as soon as his big hand moved, there was a pain in his right leg. At this time, Wu Ling did not directly kill him.
Song Gongyun tried to escape when he held back the sharp pain in his right leg.
But how could Song Gongyun run away? When Wu Ling was killing Murong Leng, his body didn't move at all, and he didn't even shift his sight. His eyes were staring at Song Gongyun with a smile.
After a stabbing on Song Gongyun's right leg, Wu Ling patted his hands gently, and said softly: "Don't cry, crying is useful? You are the boss and you have to take responsibility for what you do. "
Song Gongyun forcibly endured the fear in his heart, knelt down on the ground with a puff, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Ling, Grandpa Wu, you have a lot of yours. Forgive me. I promise you won't have any unfavorable ideas for you in the future. The entire Song family can be given to you. Although the Song family is not as powerful as leaving home, it is also the second largest family in the empire, with a net income of 10 million gold coins every year."