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Arriving at the place, Yan Mengmeng concealed her breath and put away her lightsaber.

Following Wang Dahammer's breath, he began to enter the city.

This city is a little different from the past, the guards have become the soul masters of the Wuhun Temple.

But to Yan Mengmeng, it was tantamount to nothing.

They came in without any difficulty, completely ignored the guards, they couldn't even see Yan Mengmeng's figure after flashing through the door.

After entering, you can see people from Wuhundian gathered everywhere.

The main reason is that their uniform costumes are too conspicuous, but it doesn't matter, it's just some cannon fodder for Wuhun. In comparison, it's more important to find Wang Dahammer first.

Following Wang Dahammer's aura, Yan Mengmeng came to the Wuhun Hall in the city.

It seems that Wang Dahammer should have been brought here, but now it's not that simple.

Those two Titled Douluo are also nearby, Yan Mengmeng can't take Wang Dahammer away at all!

Now this situation may have to wait, wait for these two Titled Douluo to leave for a while, Yan Mengmeng can do it.

Remember m.xbiqug for a second.

Of course, he could also attack directly, but then his New Oriental College would not be safe, and the Qibao Glazed Sect might also suffer. Yan Mengmeng was not afraid of them, but this did not mean that Yan Mengmeng wanted to start a war.

Once he is exposed, many irrelevant people will suffer, just like Wang Dahammer, but he will not be arrested.

This is not what Yan Mengmeng wants.

Wuhundian, sooner or later he will face each other, but not now.

To be on the safe side, it is better to secure million hands first.

For example, he...

Yan Mengmeng:|_)

The man was complaining about the many things in the Wuhun Temple, when he saw a deep blue Yan Mengmeng with a bright pattern in her eyes, and then her consciousness fell into a blank.

That's right, he was a cannon fodder found by the Wuhun Temple to help find the cannon fodder for the porpoise's soul bone.

In this way, it can be seen that soul bones are still very rare, and the Wuhun Temple actually sent two titles here, and brought so many soul masters with them.

Back to the topic, Yan Mengmeng grabbed the man, and after interrogating him, she learned some information about her from the Wuhundian's identity certificate on him.

His name is Yang Lin, he is a two-ring great soul master, similar to Su Yuntao in the original book, he does some simple work in the Wuhun Temple, he is an unimportant tool person, but he knows Wang Dahammer.

This really surprised Yan Mengmeng.

According to her, because Wang Dachui is a soul master, Wuhun Palace wanted him to join, but he did not agree.

Now Wang Dahammer is inside to accept the trial of Wuhun Hall.

Judge Wang Dahammer for killing the soul master of Wuhun Temple.

It's probably almost over.

In other words, if Yan Mengmeng didn't go, it would be too late.

Thinking of this, Yan Mengmeng rushed in without saying a word, she couldn't care about anything else, so what about revealing her identity, it's useless if someone dies.

How can someone who promised Wang Xiaoqin break his promise?

Yan Mengmeng tried her best and came inside, but fate always likes to play tricks on people.

Wuhundian's trial of Wang Dahammer is over.

After Yan Mengmeng came in, she witnessed the deacon of the Wuhun Palace slapping Wang Dahammer's Tianling cover with her palm.

Wang Dachui fell to the ground on the spot, his eyes were blind, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The super vision of Binghuo Liangyi made Yan Mengmeng sure that it was Wang Dahammer.

At this moment, Wang Dahammer's aura completely disappeared.

Yan Mengmeng was stunned, as if her heart had been hit by this palm, it hurt so much...

Obviously I can save him, but I am hesitant.

For a moment, every moment of Wang Dachui's brother and sister getting along with him played back in their minds. They went to find the soul ring together, stayed at Wang Dachui's house together, and ate together...

Before she knew it, Yan Mengmeng's vision became blurred, as if something was covering her eyes, or her eyes didn't want to see this scene.

My face is also a little hot, what is it?

Tears?

Hot tears rolled down Yan Mengmeng's cheeks, and turned cold.

There was some tingling pain, which directly stabbed Yan Mengmeng's heart.

She was wrong, she would have lost her hesitation, if she could have been earlier, if she had not passed out that day, if she did not consider other things...

It's too late, everything is too late.

Yan Mengmeng then summoned the lightsaber and kept approaching Wang Dachui who was lying on the ground.

Every step is so heavy, every breath is so difficult.

With one step, the transparent soul rings on Yan Mengmeng began to rise, one with each step. After ten steps, ten transparent soul rings continued to rotate around Yan Mengmeng.

At this time, the people in the hall had already sensed Yan Mengmeng's soaring aura.

They all came out to see what was going on, but they saw nothing because Yan Mengmeng was still a door away from them.

But Yan Mengmeng's powerful aura is real, every step she takes, the pressure on these people is even greater.

When they saw Yan Mengmeng, some low-level soul masters fell to their knees.

Some with high spirit power still persisted, their fear caused them to lose their previous aloof posture, and in panic they shouted at Yan Mengmeng who was holding a sword: "Who... are you?"

There was trembling in her voice, but Yan Mengmeng didn't answer him, and continued to move forward, only seeing Wang Dachui who was lying on the ground as if still smiling naively at her.

With every step, Yan Mengmeng shed a drop of tears, and the sound of Yan Mengmeng's tears dripping to the ground could be heard in the quiet of the court.

'Tick tock...tick tock...'

The closer they got, the people kept retreating until Yan Mengmeng came to Wang Dahui.

Yan Mengmeng squatted down, looked at Wang Dahui who had never closed her eyes, she smiled, the smile was ugly, more like crying, without sound.

By now, those people probably understood what the girl was here for, and quickly ordered the people around them to find the two worshipers.

In their eyes, Yan Mengmeng's momentum just now was not something that ordinary people could resist, at least no one on the field could match it.

You must come here with a sword to seek revenge, but you shouldn't come here, this is the Wuhun Temple, the strongest Wuhun Temple in the mainland, not to mention there are two priests here.

Of course, Yan Mengmeng didn't know all this.

She stuck the light sword on the ground, let go of the hand holding the light sword, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Wang Dahammer's mouth.

Slowly said: "Brother Wang, I was wrong."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Mengmeng slowly stood up and looked around with angry eyes.

He grabbed the lightsaber stuck in the ground with his hands.

At this time, a burst of black soul power immediately emanated from the sword in Yan Mengmeng's hand, directly wrapping her into a black ball.

Not to mention other people, even Yan Mengmeng herself didn't react.

In the black ball, Yan Mengmeng stared suspiciously at the source of the black soul power - the place where she held the lightsaber in her hand.

The black soul power kept gushing out here, but within a moment, the lightsaber was swallowed up, and then he was also swallowed by the black soul power.

But Yan Mengmeng didn't feel any discomfort, instead she fell into a familiar state.

Yes, it was the state Yan Mengmeng was in after she awakened her martial spirit.

But the surroundings are no longer a vast expanse of whiteness, but endless darkness.

Same as that day, the lightsaber in his consciousness was floating in front of Yan Mengmeng, waiting for Yan Mengmeng to hold the sword.

As Yan Mengmeng reached out to grab the sword in consciousness, a clear voice sounded.