Wild beast war god

Judging from the old monster's previous behavior, my sister Sikong Ling might not be very comfortable in the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

Sikong Jing is very worried now...

When they were outside, Sikong Jing was still thinking about asking the old monster about his sister, but after seeing the other party's behavior, he gave up the idea.

At first, everyone thought Weng Yinke was just seriously injured.

But now the latter's situation is extremely dangerous. If he hadn't been there, he would have had no chance of surviving.

The ruthless and unrighteous Taishang Wangqing Jue practitioner wants to kill his relatives. No matter how high his sister's status is in the Wu Nian Holy Sect, as long as the other party knows that he is his sister's concern, he is in danger.

Just like the Wangyou Sect at that time, Mo Ci still tried his best to kill himself even if his sister became the young sect leader.

Therefore, Sikong Jing cannot ask for the time being.

Now, Sikong Jing still had to come up with a more powerful "Jue Ye Nian Qing Jue". He had to prepare for a rainy day. He didn't know if the latter would have been seriously affected by Taishang Wangqing when he saw his sister again.

Only by creating stronger skills for my sister can I ensure that my sister always maintains the emotions she deserves.

boom……

After thinking about it, Sikong Jing shattered the covering of frost with his right hand in vain, stared at Weng Yinke on the bed and said: "The Emperor-level Jueye Nianqing Art will be created from now on..."

As he spoke, he quickly put his hand on Weng Yinke's shoulder, and then the Jueye Wolf King's meridians began to circulate.

He kept sensing the supreme power of forgetfulness in Weng Yinke's body, which belonged to the old monster of the Wu Nian Holy Sect. At the same time, Lingying ran into the Heavenly Prison of Ten Thousand Beasts and asked the Jueye Wolf King to open some of his meridians for him again.

Now that he has merged his spirit and martial arts and reached the battle martial realm, he can understand more of the meridians of the Jueye Wolf King.

Time passed, and the day and night passed in the blink of an eye.

The house where Sikong Jing was located was completely covered in frost, and the surroundings were filled with a terrifying chill. People from the old man's family had gathered around the house, and everyone was waiting nervously.

They now know that the head of the family is in danger.

Weng Ting clenched her pink fist tightly, she had not closed her eyes all day and night.

Then in the blink of an eye, it was another two days and two nights without sleep, and there was only one day left before the battle to seize the soul.

At this time, the second elder couldn't help but ask: "Ting'er, can that Sikong Jing do it?"

The battle for the soul is about to begin.

There is still frost all around the house, and two days and two nights have passed. It is impossible for everyone in the old man's family not to be worried.

However, Weng Ting was at a loss and unable to answer...

She really didn't know if Sikong Jing could do it. She even thought of a terrible result, that is, would Sikong Jing and his grandfather have died inside?

Now their thoughts can't enter the room at all, and it's because of the terrifying frost around them.

The next moment, a strange laughter sounded: "Of course he can't."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked sharply, and then each of their pupils shrank wildly and said: "Great Elder."

Weng Ting couldn't help but look over, and saw Weng Yindu striding out with Weng Wu and other people of his lineage, with ferocious and proud smiles on their faces, as if they had encountered something great.

Seeing this, Weng Ting's already nervous mood suddenly broke out: "Weng Yindu, who asked you to come out?"

You know, Weng Yindu's lineage has been imprisoned by her grandfather, and now they have escaped.

And that expression seemed to be hoping that grandpa would die soon.

"Haha..." Hearing this, Weng Yindu couldn't help but laugh, and said seriously: "The master of the family is no longer able to survive. As the great elder, of course I have to come out and take charge of the overall situation."

As soon as these words came out, Weng Ting's expression changed again.

But after Weng Yindu finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to her.

Instead, he walked to Bingshuang's house and sighed: "You are thirsty, why are you so stupid? You could have asked Wu Nian Holy Sect to be a foreign aid but you refused. You lost your life in vain."

"What's the use of these Dongba geniuses you trust? In the end, they couldn't save your life."

Although he was exhaling and sighing, Weng Yindu was smiling, looking extremely happy.

Weng Ting heard this and shouted angrily: "Weng Yindu, my grandfather is not dead yet..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Weng Wu over there couldn't help laughing.

"Weng Ting, don't deceive yourself. Why is my grandfather coming out now?"

"Of course, with the power of his Imperial Martial Stage, he sensed that the breath of life in the house had completely disappeared."

As Weng Wu's voice fell, everyone's eyes froze, and everyone opened their mouths in disbelief.

The next moment, Weng Ting couldn't help but asked innocently: "You, what did you say?"

"I said, the breath of life in the house disappeared."

Weng Wu said almost word by word: "My grandfather could sense the existence of two auras just now, but they are gone now. Of course, it proves that they are dead."

When the voice fell, everyone looked at Weng Yindu.

The next moment, the second elder said blankly: "Yes, apart from the family master, only the eldest elder is at the imperial martial stage. We can't sense the situation in the house, but he can... Is the family master really dead?"

"Alas, Yinke is really dead." Weng Yindu sighed again.

Just as Weng Wu said, Weng Yindu has been sensing the situation inside the house.

Although he was imprisoned, someone still reported to him what happened two days ago, and he kept looking forward to the scene in front of him, praying that Sikong Jing and Weng Yinke would die quickly.

When he finally waited, the two breaths completely disappeared, so of course he was dead!

So he came out swaggeringly with his people, and he would soon become the head of the old man's family.

"Geniuses of Dongba, you must participate in the battle to seize the soul and avenge the blood of Genius Sikong."

Here, Weng Wu couldn't help but speak out. He really wanted to see Weng Ting collapse.

At the same time, as long as Weng Ting and the Dongba geniuses participate in the battle to seize the soul, they will be beaten to death by the people of the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

Exciting, really exciting!

Zhang Duiyi and the others ignored him, but stared at the frost-frozen house with frosty faces.

At the same time, Weng Ting gradually burst into tears. She shouted towards the house: "Grandpa, grandpa..."

As he spoke, he was about to rush towards the house, but was held tightly by Zhang Duiyin and Hua Meixi. If he went in now, he might be killed by Frost.

Except for Weng Ting's shrill scream, the whole place had completely fallen silent.

But at this moment, a calm voice suddenly appeared in the house.

"Master Weng, have you seen it?"

"You care about brotherhood, but some people don't care about love at all. They don't even care about the life and death of the old man's family. They are selfish."

The moment the voice fell, Weng Ting, who was in the process of collapse, was stunned. This seemed to be Sikong Jing's voice?

Zhang Duiyin and Hua Meixi, who were hugging Weng Ting tightly, were also dumbfounded, and then they were extremely surprised and excited.

Not dead, Sikong Jing’s voice appeared.

Weng Wu, Weng Yindu and others, who were watching Weng Ting collapse, also had their eyes bulging.

The two shouted almost simultaneously: "Impossible."

Just now, he clearly sensed that the auras of the two people disappeared into the house. Why could Sikong Jing still be able to speak?