Chapter 87

You Wuming and Sang Bujin cleaned up the White Province's southern border and the White Province's northern border. Finally, they met at the White Province's imperial city.

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask You Wuming something — Through whom did he see the Temple of Heaven's scheme to support Han and Meng?

Just as he was about to ask him, he suddenly saw a group of palanquins rushing out from the imperial city.

Two plump and fair Bai sisters stepped down from the palanquins and moved gracefully before Sang Bujin and You Wuming. They bowed like beautiful flowers reflecting water.

"Thank you for your help, King Youzhou and Crown Prince Sang. Father has set up a banquet in the palace. Please come and have a drink." The voice was delicate and trembling, making one's scalp go numb.

Raising her beautiful eyes, she stared at Sang Bu Jin and You Wuming respectively. The light in her eyes was so bright that one could see their figures. Her eyes were slightly red, making her look very pitiful.

Sang Bujin had just cupped his hands in greeting when the Great White Princess went straight up and grabbed his arm. Her body leaned forward and stuck to him, hugging his arm tightly in front of her body.

If he wanted to pull his arm away, he would inevitably have to brush against those turbulent waves.

Blue veins popped out on Sang Bujin's forehead, and his entire body was as stiff as a block of wood.

What kind of game was this?

Where was the pride of the Royal family?

One could not blame him for being careless. It was because since ancient times, he had never seen a royal daughter take the initiative to stick to a man — For example, Qin Wushuang's action of using a golden shell to stick to Han Shaoling would be laughed at for many years. Not to mention using her body to stick to Han Shaoling.

When Sang Bujin regained his male form, he had a bashful personality. When faced with the Great White Princess's attack, he was dumbstruck and did not know how to react.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes with a vigilant expression. When the Little White Princess came closer, he nimbly dodged back and let her grab empty air.

Fortunately, there was Sang Bujin as an example!

Princess Xiao Bai's attack missed, and she quickly stepped forward, wanting to grab You Wuming's hand. Her actions were as urgent as a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

You Wuming raised his eyes and placed one hand on Short Life's back to support himself. His body floated to the other side, avoiding this tender claw.

Looking back at the pitiful Sang Bujin, he saw that the Great White Princess's attack had succeeded. She immediately consolidated her victory and pressed her soft body against him.

Sang Bujin had a slender figure. When the plump Princess Bai pressed against him, he immediately looked like a small ball of streaky meat wrapped in white oil.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

The pitiful Sang Bujin was completely at a loss for what to do.

Seeing that her elder sister had successfully taken down Sang Bujin, Princess Bai became anxious. She hurriedly circled around Duan Ming's back, wanting to pull You Wuming.

Short-life shook its furry head and let out a long and loud fart at Little White Princess without any care for the fairer sex.

Princess Bai, whose hair was messed up by the fart: "…"

You Wuming's face was filled with disdain. She bent a finger and pointed it twice. "If you dare to bring the stench over, you'll lose your life."

Princess Bai's eyes became even redder. She looked like she was about to cry.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly narrowed her eyes and carefully sized up the two girls again.

During Han Shaoling's birthday banquet, she had some 'friendship' with these two girls.

The two of them were mean, talkative, brainless, and extremely arrogant. They had taken a liking to Han Shaoling and wanted to be his mistress, secretly discussing how to feed him medicine and deliver it to his doorstep.

Even so, the two girls did not look like they were trying to take advantage of Han Shaoling. They were very arrogant.

Their behavior today was truly abnormal.

There was definitely something wrong with abnormal behavior.

It was not completely unreasonable to say that they were trembling in fear because of the Underworld Demon's attack on the White Province and could not wait to find a backer. However, even so, the two of them should not be sticking to Han Shaoling like this.

It seemed like they were being coerced.

She did not bat an eyelid as she glanced at You Wuming.

You Wuming understood tacitly. She waved her hand impatiently and said, "It's just drinking wine.

Let's go. "

As soon as she said this, the two girls immediately heaved a sigh of relief and unconsciously smiled.

Sang Yuanyuan asked leisurely, "Are the White Province King and the Crown Prince well?"

The two Princess Bai's expressions immediately turned serious. Princess Bai forced a dry smile. "Father and Brother have exhausted themselves to deal with this demon disaster. They have lost a lot of hair, but their bodies are fine."

It was obvious that she was lying.

Something must have happened to the Bai Royal Family.

Sang Yuanyuan quickly began to think. Even if there was a flaw in the previous incident, Kang Yanji could be sure that Jiang Shisan's army was destroyed by You Wuming. If he wanted to attack him, it was impossible for him to pass through Jiang and Feng provinces in one night and kill his way to the capital of the White Province to set up such a trap.

Huangfu Jun went to Yunzhou, which was thousands of miles away.

Who else had the ability to hold the White Province Royal Family hostage and lure him into a trap?

No matter how weak the White Province was, the capital was not a place that could be easily broken into.

The capital of the White Province was calm and peaceful. It did not look like it had been broken through by an army. Therefore, the other party had entered the capital openly and had close contact with the Royal Family. They had suddenly attacked and taken hostages.

The answer was obvious.

"Delivered themselves to our doorstep?" You Wuming muttered softly. She unconsciously ground her white teeth twice.

Sang Yuanyuan whispered, "The other party came prepared. I'm afraid that every step of the way will be fatal."

The heavy cavalry of You and Sang provinces could not directly enter the capital of the White Province like this.

If the other party used the White Prefecture's King's life as a threat to get the White Prefecture's Imperial Guards to deal with You Wuming and the other two, it wouldn't be easy for them to escape.

Knowing that it was a trap, should they jump?

You Wuming grabbed Sang Yuanyuan and jumped down from Shang Ming's back. His long eyes glanced sideways at the doll under Shang Ming's belly.

"Since the White Province King invited us with sincerity, it seems impolite to bring weapons and armor to the banquet."

You Wuming said lazily. He took off his armor and threw it on Shang Ming's back. Then, he took off his sword and handed it to the accompanying guards, letting them take Shang Ming away.

The two White Princesses sighed in relief again. They looked at each other with gratified expressions.

However, Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Wuming was ready to start a massacre.

Occasionally, he could clean up the assassins lying in ambush beside the hall. If the other party had the intention to make a move, You Wuming did not mind turning the banquet into a river of blood.

Sang Bujin, whose arm was tightly held by Great White Princess, clearly sensed that something was wrong. He frowned and looked at Sang Yuanyuan hesitantly.

"Tsk, Brother-in-law, you're in such a sorry state. Go change your clothes first.

Sang Guo and I will go in first. How about that? "You Wuming asked casually.

The two White Princesses looked at each other and nodded. "You Province King, Princess Sang, please …"

This time, Sang Yuanyuan was sure that the target was indeed the two of them!

"Little sister …" Sang Bujin, who was mercilessly abandoned by Great White Princess, looked a little confused.

Sang Yuanyuan tilted her head and winked slyly at him with her right eye.

Sang Bujin looked at You Wuming, only to see his hateful brother-in-law raise his eyebrows slightly. His lips curled into an impatient smile as he tilted his head at him.

Sang Bujin was speechless. He understood now. He wanted him to lead the troops outside and be ready to provide support.

Sang Province had 20,000 cavalrymen. Together with the 6,000 elite black-armored heavy cavalrymen from You Province, there was no need to be afraid of a fight.

He raised his delicate eyebrows and watched as You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan followed the White Princesses into White King City.

White Province's architectural style was soft and fluffy.

The city was built with a kind of white stone that looked like tofu. There were milky yellow stripes on it.

Sang Yuanyuan was extremely vigilant. He observed the palace servants and guards along the way, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

The underworld demons couldn't get close to White King City, so it was peaceful here.

The patrolling imperial guards were orderly. If the two White Princesses hadn't acted so impatiently, perhaps even Sang Yuanyuan wouldn't have realized that something had happened here.

When they entered the main hall, they saw the White Province King and Prince Bai standing up from behind the table and properly greeting the royal family.

However, this banquet was completely different from the tense atmosphere that he had imagined.

There were only eight seats in the huge palace.

The surroundings were spacious, and it didn't look like there was an ambush.

Sang Yuan's expression did not change as he looked over. He saw an exceptionally outstanding and refined scholar.

His position was just below Prince Bai's. He wore a lotus-colored long robe, and his movements were elegant and otherworldly.

Just him?

Alone?

You Wuming held Sang Yuanyuan's hand and casually walked to the opposite side of the White Province King and sat down.

"There's no need to wait for my brother-in-law."

You Wuming glanced at the empty table and knocked on the table. "White Province King, you can start the banquet."

He almost said, "If you want to poison me, please hurry up."

The White Province King didn't say a word. After bowing, he sat directly behind the table. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were filled with irritation and humiliation.

He didn't have the slightest intention to speak.

The atmosphere was strange and awkward.

Little Princess Bai walked forward and bowed to the scholar in lotus-colored robes. "Prince Bai, King Youzhou and Princess Sang have arrived. What do you think …"

Prince Bai.

Hearing this, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan both looked at the elegant scholar.

His facial features were extremely otherworldly, like a landscape painting covered by clouds and mist. When his lips moved, it seemed as if flowers were blooming at the corners of his lips.

His whole person was extremely elegant, but there was an indescribable noble aura.

What a young, beautiful, and temperamental prince of the Temple of Heaven.

He said gently, "King Youzhou has worked hard all the way here. Prince Bai, please present a song and dance to express your sincerity."

What he said was really absurd.

Since ancient times, they had never heard of a monarch personally presenting a song and dance to a guest. What was this?

You Wuming's fingers, which were tapping the table, paused slightly.

Strangely, the gloomy Prince Bai actually got up from the table without objection, walked to the center of the hall, and began to sing and dance.

The White Prefecture's King's voice was better than expected. He was not tone-deaf. On the contrary, he was quite good at singing.

His dance was passable. There was no pattern, but it was not ugly either.

Such a state banquet had always been serious and solemn. It was absolutely impossible for singers and dancers to set foot in it.

The monarch of a state, who was supposed to sit upright, actually came down personally. He sang and danced alone, which was as embarrassing as it could be.

An indescribable sense of oppression shrouded the entire hall, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

The eyes of the two White Princesses turned red, and tears fell down.

Prince Bai shrank behind the table like a quail from the beginning to the end, wishing that he could become invisible.

The Prince of the Temple of Heaven took the lead in applauding. "Good!

Good! "

You Wuming raised his hands lazily and clapped twice.

After the song and dance, Prince Bai sat back behind the table, and his expression did not change much.

It seemed that this was not the first time he had performed.

The Prince of the Temple of Heaven slowly looked at Prince Bai. "Next …"

The Great White Princess burst into tears. "Don't insult my father and brother anymore!

I can do anything you want!

Please let my father and brother go! "

Prince Bai's hands trembled as he pressed the table. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't need to beg this despicable person!

Either you kill me, or I will tear you into pieces! "

The Prince of the Temple was not angry at all. He smiled warmly and said, "Prince Bai, this is boring. Singing and dancing is just a way to express one's feelings. It is not despicable."

Prince Bai clenched his teeth and said, "Yun Zhichuo … You will regret what you have done today!"

The Prince of the Temple of Heaven with the surname Yun?

"Yun Zhichuo …" Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself. His surname is Yun. I wonder if he has anything to do with the Prince of the Temple of Heaven with the surname Yun at my hairpin ceremony.

This person looked to be in his early twenties.

If the person at my hairpin ceremony was him, it meant that he was an expert above the Spiritual Glory Realm. When one's cultivation reached the Spiritual Glory Realm, one's age could be fixed.

However, how did this person threaten the Prince of the White Province King?

It was easy to kill someone, but it was not easy to make the Prince of a province sing and dance in the hall. It was not something that could be done by threatening him with his life.

Sang Yuanyuan looked at Yun Zhichuo calmly.

He always had a modest smile on his face, and no emotion could be seen.

"Tsk," You Wuming impatiently threw the empty candle on the table and said, "There is no wine or food, and I still have to listen to people quarrel. Boring!"

Yun Zhichuo smiled and said, "Prince Youzhou, don't be anxious.

It will be interesting soon. "

"Then you should poison them." You Wuming said seriously.

"Ah," Yun Zhichuo was a little embarrassed, "I am sorry. I forgot to tell you that I have already poisoned them.

If you don't believe me, you can try to circulate the spiritual energy in your body. You will know after a try. "

Sang Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed by his sincere expression.

She tried to circulate the spiritual energy in her body.

He immediately discovered something astonishing. Just like when he had been poisoned by the Golden Nethersnow Moth in Ice Mist Valley, the spirit accumulations in his body were covered with round, dim yellow specks of light. The spirit accumulations in his body were deeply dormant and no longer listened to his commands.

"When did you poison them?" Sang Yuanyuan was very surprised.

Yun Zhichuo smiled modestly and said, "Actually, it is not poison. It is just that there is something wrong with the incense burner under the table.

Princess Sang, we have not seen each other for six years. Your elegance is even greater than before, but your bearing is the same as before. You are calm and indifferent. It is admirable. "

Six years ago, it was him!

She controlled her expression and did not reveal anything. She only asked indifferently, "What do you plan to do if we do not come to the banquet?"

Yun Zhichuo's expression was very gentle and even a little doting. "You will come."

"Are you sure this kind of poison can stop You Wuming?"

She blinked curiously. "If I am not mistaken, it seems to be the Golden Underworld Snow Moth's poison recorded in medical books."

She would never admit that she had been to Cloud Province and had been poisoned by the Golden Underworld Snow Moth.

Yun Zhichuo raised his hand and waved at the four members of the Bai Royal Family elegantly. "There is nothing else for you to do. Go to sleep."

The father and daughter of the Bai Royal Family immediately slumped over the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. This kind of controlling method was too shocking!

"Princess Sang is indeed experienced and knowledgeable!"

Yun Zhichuo praised sincerely. "However, this is not the Golden Underworld Snow Moth's poison. It is not poison, but the power of destiny. There is no power that can resist destiny."

Sang Yuanyuan focused her attention on the yellow spots that had crept into her skin.

When she paid attention, she realized that they were actually faintly colored.

Her heart skipped a beat again. The hand hidden under the table quietly reached out and grabbed You Wuming's little finger.

He held her hand back and squeezed her finger comfortingly.

"What is the power of destiny?" Sang Yuanyuan asked sincerely.

Yun Zhichuo rubbed the space between his eyebrows in frustration. "Destiny cannot be explained with words.

Once you comprehend it, you will understand it.

Back then, it was my negligence that led to today's disaster. I can only set things right. "

"Back then, we should have invited a saint of the Heavenly Altar who could explain things clearly." Sang Yuanyuan could not help but mutter.

"Pfft." You Wuming laughed decisively.

"So, you were the one who chased me out of my body six years ago?" Sang Yuanyuan asked in a simple and easy to understand manner.

"You can say that I was the one who did it." Yun Zhichuo had no intention of hiding anything from these two people who were at his mercy.

"How did you do it?"

"You won't understand even if I tell you."

Yun Zhichuo said, "Princess Sang, you don't have to be angry. Everything that happened back then was of your own volition. However, I did not expect that a mistake that could not be considered a mistake would leave behind a seed of disaster. Today, I had to leave the Heavenly Altar to clean up the mess."

Sang Yuanyuan keenly grasped the main point. "Mistake?

You want me to come back six years later? "

"Yes, and no." Yun Zhichuo smiled mysteriously.

Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a moment. "Why was I able to come back and face certain death?"

To be honest, when she had just 'transmigrated' back, the situation was really one where she had no chance of survival.

Yun Zhichuo said, "Because there is always a way out."

Sang Yuanyuan was speechless. Chatting with a fraud was really asking for trouble!

Yun Zhichuo's expression was somewhat regretful as he said, "I was careless.

I really did not expect that Princess Sang would be able to turn the situation around in such a hopeless situation … I am really curious. How did Princess Sang escape from Little Madam Han's evil hands?

Princess Sang, I am not afraid of being laughed at. I have lived for many, many years, and this is the first time I have been puzzled by something. "

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment before she realized that 'Little Madam Han' was referring to You Yingyue.

She smiled gracefully. "Do you want to know?

I can tell you, but you have to answer one of my questions. Isn't that only fair? "

Yun Zhichuo smiled. "It is great that Princess Sang is willing to answer my questions.

I am willing to make this exchange, and I can guarantee that my answer will be true. However, I cannot guarantee that Princess Sang will be able to understand me. "

She had to admit that this person's smile was extremely gentle and refined. She could not see the slightest bit of ambition or evil in his eyes. Talking to him was like talking to a close friend in a bamboo forest under the moonlight.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that he had nothing to fear.

He only needed to say something as mysterious as just now, and no one in this world would be able to understand him.

It made no difference whether he said the truth or not.

However, this kind of question was never difficult for Sang Yuanyuan.

She nodded. "I believe in Holy Child Yun.

Then I will answer first. I will tell You Yingyue that the person I like is not Han Shaoling, but You Wuming.

You Yingyue is a person who values familial ties and is filial to his elder brother. When he found out that I was his future sister-in-law, he cured me of the poison and treated me with utmost respect. "

Yun Zhichuo laughed. "I was stupid.

Actually, when I saw Princess Sang and King Youzhou today, I should have thought of this.

What does Princess Sang want to ask me?

Please … "

Sang Yuanyuan curled her lips into a smile. "Is the person you used the power of destiny to protect Han Shaoling or Meng Wuyou?"

Yun Zhichuo's hands, which were resting leisurely on the table, suddenly clenched.

After a while, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his young and handsome lips.

"Princess Sang, you are amazing."

Yun Zhichuo sighed. "Just one question, and you know everything that I can and cannot say."

She asked this question in order to not leave him any room for ambiguity.

He would either answer with a name or say that they did not use the power of destiny to protect those two people.

No matter what he answered, it could only be an answer that normal people could understand.

"So, you plan to go back on your word?" Sang Yuanyuan sighed regretfully.

"Of course not."

Yun Zhichuo shook his head and smiled. "If victory was not in my grasp today, even if I were to be a villain who goes back on my word, I would still regret my words and not answer.

However, today, Princess Sang and King Youzhou are bound to die, so I will answer. "

Sang Yuanyuan did not bat an eyelid. She mischievously pinched the callus on You Wuming's palm.

"The person I am protecting is Meng Wuyou," Yun Zhichuo said.

"Oh …" Sang Yuanyuan said, "Thank you for answering my question, Saint.

If I want to ask something else, I don't think you will answer, right? "

"Yes." Yun Zhichuo's smile became even gentler. "The two of you can die now."

When he said this, he looked a little shy, a little respectful, and a little polite. It was as if he had prepared a few dishes and then invited a distinguished guest to take a seat.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes from the beginning to the end and leaned lazily on the table. When he heard this sentence, his eyelids did not move at all.

Sang Yuanyuan asked, "How do you want us to die, Saint?"

Yun Zhichuo became even more embarrassed. "Ah … King Youzhou did not bring a weapon in. Then, let me borrow your sword."

He slowly got up and walked over quickly. He took off his sword and placed it in front of You Wuming.

"Commit suicide," he said. "When one's life is vigorous, it will inevitably be painful if it is suddenly cut off.

If you commit suicide, the pain should be shorter.

Although I haven't tried it, I feel that as long as you don't cut the airway and don't choke on blood, it should be fine. "

His eyes were sincere, and he was completely thinking for others. He did not look like he was telling people to die at all.

"But why should I listen to you?" Sang Yuanyuan tilted her head and asked.

Yun Zhichuo smiled shyly. "Princess Sang, why do you think King Bai wants to perform a dance for everyone?

Because there is no other way.

How can mortals resist the power of the Mandate of Heaven? "

Before he finished speaking, Sang Yuanyuan found that her hand was moving. She reached out to the sword on the table, grabbed the hilt, and picked it up.

She looked at her hand in surprise.

It was moving on its own!

After sensing it for a moment, she found that it was the seven-colored power in her body that was causing trouble.

"With such power, what can't you do?" Sang Yuanyuan said. "What were you doing before?

Why do you have to do so many things and make it so troublesome? "

"I'm ashamed."

Yun Zhichuo's body suddenly leaned forward, and yellow blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. "Actually, it was just an accident.

When I used the forbidden technique, I accidentally infected myself with divine power, and I was powerless to reverse the situation.

The altar head used the power of the altar to help me hold on until now, so that before I die, I can borrow the power of the Mandate of Heaven to take the lives of the two of you, and set things right. "

His black hair instantly turned white.

Wrinkles appeared on his handsome face. In an instant, he turned from a handsome young man in his early twenties to an old man at the end of his life!

His legs lost the strength to support him, and he fell to the ground. Panting, he said weakly, "The power of the Mandate of Heaven is not something that mortals can touch.

Now, my wish has been fulfilled, and I can die in peace.

Before I die, as a mortal, I have personally grasped the power of the Mandate of Heaven once, and I can even make up for the mistakes I made. Yun Zhichuo, I can die without regrets … "

His eyes were burning as he stared at Sang Yuanyuan's hand that was holding the sword.

"I'll hold on for a while longer. I'll wait for the two of you, and we'll go together."

Because he vomited blood, he coughed a little, but his expression was very excited. "Come!"

Sang Yuanyuan unsheathed her long sword, and placed it on her own neck.

Her expression was still calm, and she said, "The forbidden technique you speak of, you are referring to pouring that power into the broken mirror in Meng Wuyou's hand, right?"

Yun Zhichuo's slackening pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't have the strength to speak, but from his expression, Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming both saw the answer.

"You are wrong," Sang Yuanyuan said, "If there is destruction in the world, it must be because an infant held a weapon and destroyed himself.

You should not force it. "

The light in Yun Zhichuo's eyes quickly extinguished.

Sang Yuanyuan let go of You Wuming's little finger.

You Wuming waved her long sleeve, and swung the long sword on Sang Yuanyuan's neck away, directly cutting off half of Yun Zhichuo's head.

His hand nimbly returned, and he pinched her wrist, black flames dancing on his fingertips.

A moment later, the rainbow-colored spots in Sang Yuanyuan's body were all transferred to You Wuming, burned to ashes by his black flames.

"He doesn't seem like a bad person." Sang Yuanyuan sighed. "The Temple of Heaven has so many secrets.

The truth shouldn't be far from us. "

You Wuming helped Madame Bai and the other three get rid of the 'poison' in their bodies, then helped Sang Yuanyuan up. "Let's go."

The two of them walked out of Bai Province's capital, and saw Sang Bujin frowning, pacing around outside the city gates.

"So fast?" Sang Bujin was shocked to see the two of them come out.

"Tsk." You Wuming's face was full of mischief. "It doesn't matter if it's a bit faster."

Sang Bujin didn't know what to think, but his ears slowly turned red.

The two of them each picked a thousand elite soldiers to accompany them, and the rest were led by their capable generals to continue slaying demons in Bai and Feng Prefectures.

You Wuming carried Sang Yuanyuan onto Shang Ming's back. He narrowed his eyes, and one of his hands covered his eyebrows. He stared at Bai Province's capital, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, a small figure leaped onto roofs and vaulted over walls, and with a whoosh, leaped back.

It was a puppet.

It shook its head, and handed You Wuming a token made of strange materials and carved with complicated patterns.

"A follower of Yun Zhi Zhuo. Its status shouldn't be too low." You Wuming put away the token. "You killed him?"

The puppet nodded seriously. Its large black eyes clearly said, "He's as dead as a piece of wood."

Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, then asked You Wuming a question. "That day, you said that 'they' thought that two rainbow-colored bastards could save the world. Who did you see that from?"

You Wuming said indifferently, "Jiang Yi."

"Ah!" Sang Yuanyuan slapped his own head. "I'm such a fool!"

"No!" You Wuming said seriously. "You're not a fool. You're a fruit. A foolish fruit."

Sang Yuanyuan was speechless.

An old eunuch who had followed Kang Yanji for many years, and who was deeply trusted by her, actually betrayed her. This in itself was inconceivable. Moreover, that old eunuch kept talking about 'Tian Ming'. Therefore, there was a high chance that he was a member of the Temple of Heaven, and his rank wasn't low either.

To see someone through the Sky Divination Mirror fragment, one had to 'recognize' them. In other words, when holding the mirror fragment, one had to have such a person in one's mind in order to sense their aura.

Jiang Yi was Kang Yanji's most trusted person, so You Wuming naturally recognized him.

"What did you see on Jiang Yi's body?"

"A group of ghost-like people, surrounding the ground and casting sorcery."

You Wuming frowned and said regretfully, "The leaders were all wearing black cloaks and masks. I couldn't tell who they were."

"The Temple of Heaven …" Sang Yuanyuan asked, "What rank is this Yun Zhi Zhuo?

A high-level Saint? "

"One of the three Vice Altar Heads." You Wuming said, "Jiang Yi is also a Vice Altar Head.

Currently, the third Vice Altar Head and the Altar Head of the Temple of Heaven are unknown. "

Sang Yuanyuan nodded.

Since You Wuming saw the process of them casting sorcery underground through Jiang Yi, now that she saw Yun Zhi Zhuo today, she could naturally recognize that Yun Zhi Zhuo was one of the leaders.

"So, in order to get that rainbow-colored power into the mirror fragment in Meng Wuyou's hands, the Temple of Heaven sacrificed one of its Vice Altar Heads.

I was thinking, "she winked slyly," if we insist on not entering the White Royal Palace for the banquet today, will Yun Zhi Zhuo die of anger? "

He had already used that power to control the Bai Royal Family, so there was no room for negotiation.

You Wuming's face was full of regret. "If I had known, I would have let Brother-in-law go in himself.

In a moment of desperation, Yun Zhi Zhuo will definitely control Brother-in-law and come out to perform an exciting performance for us, forcing us to go in. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

Sang Bujin, who was completely confused about the situation: "?" What does it have to do with me?

What control?

What performance?

Why do I have to perform?

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other. One pursed her lips and snickered, while the other leisurely raised her eyebrows and looked into the distance.