But the key to the palace is in the hands of the Zhuang family, that is, the third young lady of the banker. And the third young lady mentioned a person, Ye Long, and she would not hand over the key without Ye Long.
"He is dead." A trace of regret flashed in Wang Nangu's eyes, and she suddenly stared at the Holy Lord, clasping her jade hands tightly.
"He committed suicide. It has nothing to do with me. I just absorbed his dragon energy." The Holy Lord shrugged.
Now he really wants to put the relationship aside. Ye Long's death has nothing to do with him. That is the best. After all, Ye Long is a man of destiny, and killing him will have backlash. As for when the backlash will arrive...he doesn't know, it will be late, but it will definitely arrive.
"So Liu Xinru, Cheng Kun...and you were all his once?" Yang Dingtian's eyes flashed and he stared at Wang Nangu closely.
"That's right." Wang Nangu nodded calmly without explaining anything.
She was also poisoned by the Holy Lord at the beginning, so she was controlled by the Holy Lord and joined the Ming Cult. The purpose was to move the world, but Yang Dingtian was too smart and powerful, so she never succeeded.
Thinking of this, Wang Nangu looked at Liu Xinru, the woman she thought was the smartest woman in the world.
Could it be that she was also planted with poisonous poison by the Holy Lord?
In her opinion, there were very few people who would willingly work for the Holy Lord, especially those women who fell into his clutches, who hated him very much, so Liu Xinru was very likely to have been planted with poison.
"You have difficulties, I know, I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have let you be the deputy leader of the Ming Cult, and you still are now." Yang Dingtian said calmly.
"I don't understand. If you are so powerful, why don't you take action yourself and snatch the Great Shift of the Universe from my hand? Why are you planning so hard?" Yang Dingtian said calmly.
"It's fun." The Holy Lord shrugged and smiled.
The corners of Yang Dingtian's mouth twitched, and the corners of other people's mouths also twitched. How funny?
Just because it's fun... I let so many people lurk in the Ming Cult, causing their leader to pretend to be crazy and stupid for more than 20 years...
In fact, there is a reason why the Holy Lord does not take action, because he is also limited by the rules. Except for people of the same level, he can take action himself, bullying the weak...will be sanctioned.
At that time, Yang Dingtian was not even a top-notch expert. He had just taken the position of leader of the Ming Cult. If he took action against the Ming Cult, those people would definitely kill him.
Another reason is that Mingjiao is not just the Mingjiao of the Western Regions. There is also a Mingjiao headquarters in Persia, where there are many masters, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
When the Holy Lord enters the Mingjiao headquarters as a Qi-training state, he will never return. Not to mention those who make the rules in the Eastern Continent, even the Mingjiao headquarters cannot be offended by him.
But now, the world is huge, and as a second-level Qi-training realm, who can't he offend? Those who make the rules, he doesn't have to be a bird.
"It's fun, right?" Yang Dingtian nodded, his tone a little cold.
"Okay. Not only can you get the Dragon Ball fragments today, but you can also get the Great Shift of the Universe. It's a good day. Now do you want me to get the Great Shift of the Universe by myself, or hand it over myself?" The Holy Lord took a step forward, The aura locked directly on Yang Dingtian.
"Then try, am I afraid of you?" Yang Dingtian also took a step forward and looked at the Holy Lord.
Wei Le, the one-armed swordsman, came to Yang Dingtian's side holding a demon-slaying knife.
"Sword Saint, you don't have to interfere in my affairs with him." Yang Dingtian paused and looked sideways at Wei Le.
"I, Wei Le, don't have many friends, but you are one of them. When a friend is in trouble, you should help him as much as you can. Besides, you can't beat him." The one-armed swordsman Wei Le shook his head and said calmly.
When Yang Dingtian first entered here, they already knew each other. At that time, Yang Dingtian was half a step ahead of a master, but he fought with the Sword Saint. Yang Dingtian was tortured miserably, but he also made Sword Saint Wei Le injured.
However, the two of them were not acquainted with each other, and later became friends. Wei Le did not expose the fact that Yang Dingtian was fake, and even secretly gave Yang Dingtian some guidance. More than twenty years later, Yang Dingtian had extraordinary talents. The realm of cultivation has reached the peak of the first level of Qi training realm!
The relationship between Wei Le and Yang Dingtian can be said to be that of both teachers and friends.
"In this case, how can I, Lao Tu, stand by and watch? I have long wanted to fight with a master on the second level of the Qi training realm, but there is no such thing in this world... Now that I meet one, I want to stretch my muscles and bones, don't even think about it. He wants me to quit, I have a grudge against him." Xue Tukong touched his bald head, with an evil smile on his lips.
Yang Dingtian and Sword Saint Wei Le glanced at Xue Tukong, then nodded.
"You all come together." The Holy Lord jumped up, and powerful infuriating energy suddenly erupted from his body.
He came through the air, descended from the sky, and struck out with a palm. It was like a palm technique falling from the sky. A giant hand directly suppressed the three people.
"I'll do it!" Xue Tukong roared angrily, and his whole aura changed. He was no longer honest and honest, but became extremely bloody.
He put his feet on the ground, veins popped out on his arms and neck, and a red shadow appeared behind him.
"Roar!" A brutal roar came, and Xue Tukong slammed directly into the big hand. The red shadow behind him was like a beast, opening its bloody mouth and letting out a deafening roar.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the Holy Lord's big hand, which was condensed with true energy, was directly smashed into pieces by Xue Tukong. Xue Tukong and the phantom of the beast behind him rushed towards the Holy Lord.
Yang Dingtian and Wei Le looked at each other, jumped up and rushed towards the Holy Lord.
Fist seals, sword energy, and red shadows turned into afterimages in the air.
The Holy Lord was calm and unhurried, his arms filled with true energy. First, he punched away the blood and slaughtered the air. Then, his arms were like swords, and he unleashed unparalleled sword energy and slashed directly at Wei Le.
Wei Le looked calm as he slashed out with his sword, and the demonic energy swept across him. The power of destroying the heaven and the earth seemed to devour the Holy Lord.
Yang Dingtian let out a roar, and a powerful force rushed out from the Tianling Gai, and his momentum increased infinitely.
He waved his fist and hit the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord waved his hands, and a dragon shadow appeared out of thin air and instantly hit Wei Le's magic knife.
Wei Le was knocked away by the powerful counter-shock force, and the demon-slaying knife in his hand almost came out.
When Wei Le landed, his entire right arm was trembling.
Looking at the trembling Holy Lord with Xue Tu Kong and Yang Dingtian in the air, Wei Le thought of the arrogant big devil three hundred years ago. He was also a second-level existence in the Qi Training Realm!
Forty-one Qi-training masters besieged him alone, thirty died and eleven were injured...
The past events came to mind, leaving Wei Le in a daze.
"The magic sword is coming!" Wei Le looked up to the sky and yelled angrily. The magic sword in his hand suddenly flew into the air, trembling non-stop. The magic sword instantly turned into a sword more than ten feet long, as black as ink.
It was this sword that cut off the head of the Great Demon God back then.
The Holy Lord looked at the more than ten feet long magic sword with a solemn expression.
He seemed to feel a little pressure, but it was just a little bit.
"There is a gap between the first level of Qi training realm and the second level of Qi training realm, because my body contains true energy, and your body contains true energy. How do Qi and Yuan compare?" A powerful force burst out from the Holy Lord's body again. , directly sending Xuetukong and Yang Dingtian flying away.
"Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms!" The Holy Lord shouted, and struck out his palms frequently in the air. In just a moment, he struck out the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms.
Every time the palm is released, there will be a dragon shadow.
By the time the twenty-eight palm strikes were completed, twenty-eight dragon shadows had already rushed towards the magic knife.
"Cut!" Wei Le had already gathered his momentum and when he saw the twenty-eight dragon shadows flying towards them, he slashed them out with one strike.
A unique sword.
The people watching the battle couldn't help but back away, because both the "Demon Sword Coming to the World" and the "Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms" were too powerful. The consequences of the two peerless martial arts fighting would obviously be huge.
There was a shocking loud noise, and the demon-slaying sword that was more than ten feet long was cracked inch by inch. Wei Le was knocked away by the aftermath, and fell back dozens of feet before he stabilized his body. As soon as he landed, Wei Le He was vomiting blood and was obviously seriously injured.
"Roar!" Xue Tukong let out a roar. He looked like a beast. His body had grown much taller and was filled with explosive muscles. Some black magic lines appeared on his shiny bald head.
"Eh... Demonic Monk!?" Bai Yueguang, who was watching the battle in the dark, had a hint of surprise in his mouth.
The Holy Lord also frowned slightly. He naturally knew that the demon monk was a monk who had fallen into the demonic path and was more difficult to deal with than the real eminent monks of Shaolin Temple.
"Death!" Xue Tu Kong rushed towards the Holy Lord like a cannonball.
As soon as the Holy Lord's body moved, a layer of protective Qi appeared all over his body, which was the unique skill of "Three-foot Common Clothes".
But Xue Tukong's power had obviously reached a peak. His whole body was filled with demonic energy, and the fist in his hand was actually filled with a layer of golden light.
"Arhat Fist!" Xue Tukong shouted angrily, and punched the holy lord's three-foot cloth.
There was a click, and there were a few cracks in the three-foot cloth.
The Holy Lord quickly took action, his hands turned into claws, and he grabbed at Xue Tu Kong's throat.
Xue Tukong also hit Arhat Fist again and did not dodge.
Seeing this, the Holy Lord did not dare to confront him. After all, he was not as strong as Xue Tu Kong in a physical competition. Now Xue Tu Kong was protected by the indestructible Vajra Body of Shaolin Temple.
The Holy Lord pointed out, and a bolt of energy shot out, hitting Xue Tukong's Tianchi point.
But he had already floated backwards, avoiding Xue Tukong's fist.
His attack turned out to be similar to Huang Laoxie's magical power of snapping his fingers.
There was only a soft sound, and the energy hit Xue Tukong's chest.
Xue Tukong paused, a red shadow flashed in front of him, and then there was severe pain in his chest. His whole body was like a cannonball, and he was slapped away by the Holy Lord.
"There is such a huge difference between the second level of the Qi Training Realm and the second level of the Qi Training Realm." The corners of the Holy Lord's mouth raised slightly, with his hands behind his back, staring at Xue Tukong and Sword Saint Wei Le, who were easily seriously injured by him.
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