Chapter 335: The Withered Saint Ancestor in the Ancient Temple (Subscription Request)

Deep inside the palace.

Ancient palace.

A new tree was planted in the courtyard outside the ancient temple.

On the new trees, several nests of birds built nests, making chirping sounds.

At this time, the door of the ancient palace opened wide.

Ji Wuya hurried towards the ancient palace.

After stepping into the threshold of the ancient temple, he took a deep breath and walked lightly inside.

The ancient temple is very deep.

It was so deep that one could not see clearly at a glance that there was another tightly closed door in the entire dim hall.

Ji Wuya walked inward for dozens of steps and arrived in front of the main door of the hall.

With a "creak!", the tightly closed door was pushed open.

In the inner hall behind the gate, there are dozens of huge luminous pearls, making it as bright as day.

The hall was spacious and had no furniture or anything else.

The entire floor of the inner hall is covered with ditch-like carvings.

Around the carvings is a huge Bagua diagram.

In the center is the Tai Chi fish pattern.

Dozens of middle-aged and elderly people dressed in red dragon robes sat cross-legged near several large pools beside the carvings.

The pool was only about one-tenth full with bright red blood.

Blood gushed out of the pool and flowed into the patterns of the Bagua diagram.

Then it flows from the Bagua diagram to the Tai Chi fish in the center of the hall.

A withered figure was sitting cross-legged on the two eyes of the Tai Chi fish.

A haggard figure, naked.

The organs on his body are no longer visible.

It's like a withered tree.

The thin legs sitting cross-legged looked like branches fished out of a swamp.

It was so bent and rotten that it was almost stuck to the ground, as if even its withered body could not support itself.

When Ji Wuya came in.

The withered body transformed into a brilliant golden color, with halos of light emanating from it, and there seemed to be the whistling of swords and the sound of demons.

The blood that was carved into the ground like ditches began to flow and rushed into the Tai Chi fish madly.

And from the eyes of the Tai Chi fish.

It turned into a stream and flowed into the golden body with Taoist patterns, sword intent, and demonic energy.

At this moment, everyone in the hall, including Ji Wuya, knelt on the ground.

Waiting quietly, the withered figure absorbed the blood in the pool.

Until a quarter of an hour had passed.

The blood in the blood pool was completely absorbed.

There wasn't even a hint of scarlet in the ditch-like carvings.

The body sitting cross-legged on the Taiji fish returned to its withered appearance. It closed its eyes and said:
"Not enough~".

Ji Wuya and all the people kneeling in the hall looked terrified.

After their fierce battle with Zhuge Jiu, Zhuge Jiu stuck to them like a dog-skin plaster.

Now, they are guarding near the palace.

If Ji Wuya hadn't stopped him, Zhuge Jiu would have even found his way deep into the palace.

Zhuge Jiu flew on a sword, almost like a sword immortal. No one could bring the child back under his nose.

Fight, but cannot defeat the opponent.

Run. If Ji Wuya hadn't harassed them, they wouldn't even be able to run away.

In this situation, there is almost nothing they can do.

It is simply impossible to provide enough blood and food to the Holy Ancestor.

Everyone in the hall was hesitating, and no one dared to respond to the words of the withered figure sitting cross-legged in the Tai Chi fish.

The withered figure, still without opening his eyes, said:
"Wuya~, you say it~".

Ji Wuya nodded and said:

"Holy Ancestor, there is a martial arts legend-level swordsman who is trying to stop us. He is extremely powerful and has gone further than me in the mythical realm. I cannot stop him.

Now he is in the Imperial City, hindering us from doing things for the Holy Ancestor, so our actions are progressing slowly. "

"Hmm~~", the Holy Ancestor, who was sitting cross-legged, hummed a long nasal sound from his nose, which was so collapsed that only the hole was left.

After counting the interest.

On that face with blurred features, a pair of cloudy and bloodshot eyes slowly opened.

Looking through the two open doors toward the horizon, he said:

"Lead him here."

At the wave of the hands of several old men in the innermost room who had lost some of their teeth, more than a dozen people came out and walked out of the ancient temple.

The old man at the innermost corner glanced at Ji Wuya who was still kneeling there and said:
"Wuya, I heard from Lao Qi that your daughter killed Lao Qi's son, Wuxu. Is this true?"

Ji Wuya raised his head slightly, looked at the old man who was speaking and said respectfully:
“Grandpa, Wuxu did not die at the hands of Wuhui.

Instead, he was killed by a Situ named Lu Yuan who worked under the Zhenwu Division.

I have issued a wanted order. Once Lu Yuan is found, he will be captured and brought before the Seventh Uncle, who will then avenge him."

Ji Wuya said this.

The old man who was kneeling beside the blood pool and was called the Seventh Uncle by Ji Wuya said in hatred:

"Ji Wuya! My son died, and the bloodline of our royal family died! You're using a Situ from the Zhenwu Division to take the blame?

That Lu Yuan was sent by your daughter. Wu Xu's death was all because of your daughter! !
Your daughter must also apologize! ! "

Ji Wuya, still kneeling.

But he turned around, looked at the old man coldly and said:

"Seventh Uncle, I have already restrained Wuhui and removed her from her position as the commander of the military.

After some time, Wuhui will also go to pay tribute to Wuxu.

It's an explanation to Wuxu and the Seventh Uncle."

"You!!". The Seventh Uncle, seeing Ji Wuya defending his daughter so much, turned to the Holy Ancestor in the center of the Bagua Diagram and bowed, saying:

“Holy Ancestor! Ji Wuhui has sabotaged our actions several times and hindered the Holy Ancestor’s plans.

If it weren't for her, we might have already collected enough children for the Holy Ancestor.

Let the Holy Ancestor see the light of day again.

Please summon those who ruined the Holy Ancestor's plan here to punish them! ! "

Ji Wuya bowed to the Saint Ancestor with a look of fear:
"Holy Ancestor, this is my fault!

It was because I saw that Wuhui was still young that I did not tell her about the royal affairs.

That's why Wuhui made the mistake.

Wu Hui's strength alone did not cause too much hindrance.

But this matter was indeed my fault.

If the Holy Ancestor wants to blame someone, please blame me!! "

Ji Wuya kowtowed three times to the Holy Ancestor.

The Holy Ancestor sat cross-legged, staring with his cloudy eyes at a new tree outside the hall and the baby birds hatching from the bird's nest on the tree. He paid no attention to what was happening inside the hall.

After several dozen breaths, he said:
"Wuya~You are my best bloodline, how could I blame you?".

After that, he continued:

"Wu Kun, capture the Situ of Zhenwu Division and use his head to sacrifice to your child.

This matter ends here."

Ji Wuya was overjoyed and said loudly:
"Thank you, Holy Ancestor!!".

The Seventh Uncle named Wu Kun was unwilling to see that the Holy Ancestor was so protective of Ji Wuya.

But I dare not say no.

He suppressed his reluctance and bowed loudly:

"Obey the Holy Ancestor's order!!".

Ji Wuya knelt down again and left the hall.

Ji Wukun and others also left at the wave of the old man, the Grand Emperor, in the front.

The only thing left in the entire hall was the withered figure sitting in the center of the Tai Chi fish and a few old men whose teeth were almost all gone.

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