Originally, the Southern Saint King was full of confidence and thought he had found He Wuhen's weakness.

Using this simple and crude conspiracy would definitely anger He Wuhen and let him come to the Nansheng Palace to die.

But three months later, He Wuhen still did not appear, and there was not even a moment of movement.

The Southern Saint King was anxious and was furious in the Holy King's Palace.

"Bang!"

The magnificent palace walls were shattered by him with one punch, and bricks and stones were splashed everywhere.

The many guards and maids were so scared that they were gone, their hair was shivering, and they didn't dare to show off.

"Damn He Wuhen actually became a turtle with his head! Damn!"

"Now everyone in the world is laughing at me. When dealing with He Wuhen, he actually used such a clumsy and low-level conspiracy!"

The Southern Saint King's face turned pale, his fists were clenched in his sleeves, and his eyes were filled with a strong murderous intent.

Even if He Wuhen is torn into pieces, it will not be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

At this time, behind the screen in the corner of the palace wall, a tall and burly demon emperor walked out.

He was wearing a purple python robe, his eyes were lilac, and his body was surrounded by a faint black demonic energy.

"Your Majesty the Holy King, you don't need to be angry about this matter, He Wuhen will definitely come."

Seeing this middle-aged demon with a little gray hair, the Southern Saint King suppressed his anger and snorted coldly and sat on the throne.

"Qu Changqing, why are you so sure? He Wuhen will come from the trap?"

It turns out that this middle-aged demon clan in purple robe is actually the demon leader Qu Changqing!

The Demon Lord stroked his beard and smiled confidently: "He Wuhen is confident and domineering, he has always been extremely arrogant and arrogant. Moreover, he values ​​affection and righteousness. Even if he knows that we have set up an ambush, he is fearless and will definitely come to save people."

The Southern Saint King snorted coldly, obviously not believing his words, "It has been three months now, and the whole Biluotian is full of controversy, but he has no movement, so he must not dare to come!"

"It's only three months, is it a long time?" The Demon Lord asked with a smile, and said confidently: "And His Majesty the Holy King has also sent someone to inquire. There has been no movement in the Yanhuang Sect, and He Wuhen has never appeared."

"It can be judged from this that He Wuhen didn't dare to come, but he was probably in seclusion!"

The Southern Saint King's face turned gloomy and his expression was a little solemn, "Indeed, this is very likely. Once he is in seclusion, it will not end easily without dozens or hundreds of years."

After a pause, the Southern Saint King made up his mind and sneered: "Since that's the case, then I will put some more pressure on him."

"Hold his three friends to the corpse demon thunder prison, torture and ravage them day and night. Every six months, they kill one person and release all the news."

"I don't believe that He Wuhen can still keep his anger in peace. He really won't save him when he sees death!"

The demon lord Qu Changqing smiled and nodded, and quickly complimented: "Your Majesty the Holy King is so smart, this plan is very wonderful!"

...

Eastern Region, Yanhuang Dojo.

The Tower of Tongtian still stands on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, floating quietly, emitting a faint black light.

In the illusion of time, He Wuhen had just opened his eyes and ended his cultivation.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes fixed as if they were solid, and they stabbed out like two golden sword lights, almost tearing apart the space.

"Huh..." He Wuhen exhaled a breath of turbid air and said to himself with a smile: "It's great. Finally, I realized those two sword techniques. It's not in vain for thirty years of cultivation in seclusion!"

Biluo Genius has only been three and a half months ago, and he has been practicing in the illusion of time for thirty years.

Thirty years of seclusion and meditation have gained great results and are exciting.

"Xia Yu's sword technique is indeed profound and magical. It must be a half-step god-level sword technique!"

"It's a pity that I couldn't get the complete Xia Yu sword technique, otherwise I could see if the last move of this sword technique had reached the divine realm!"

He Wuhen comprehended the two sword techniques, one is called the Nine Heavens Divine Movement, and the other is called the Destruction of the Ten Directions.

These two sword techniques are both half-step god-level, and the power exerted is only a little weaker than the wrath of the Cangsheng and the God-Slaying God, and is very close to the god-level.

After practicing in seclusion for thirty years, although he did not improve the number of laws, He Wuhen's combat power has improved a lot in disguise.

He left the Tongtian Tower and returned to the Yanhuang Temple, just about to see what was happening within the sect.

However, as soon as he left the pass, the Immortal Emperor rushed over.

"Wuhen, you have calculated the confinement."

Seeing that the Immortal Heavenly Emperor had a sad face, He Wuhen realized something was wrong and asked quickly: "Emperor, what happened?"

The Immortal Emperor did not talk nonsense, but he told the truth in a simple and clear manner.

"Three and a half months ago, the Southern Saint King led his men to destroy the Jue Shenlou, captured the ancient spirit ancestor, Changling and the Great Ape King, and locked them up in the corpse demon thunder prison in the Southern Saint King Palace, and beat and torture them every day."

"The Southern Saint King has spoken. If you don't go to save them, he will kill one person every six months."

"It's outrageous!" He Wuhen's face suddenly turned cold and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that the Southern Saint King's injury would recover so quickly. He did not kill him last time, not only did he not restrain himself, but he became even worse."

"Hmph, if God wants to destroy people, he must first let them go crazy! South Saint King, you are dead this time!"

He Wuhen murmured in a cold tone, and his figure flashed and left the Yanhuang Temple and flew to the sky.

"Wuhen, where are you going?" Emperor Immortal Heaven hurriedly caught up and asked with concern.

"Of course I'm going to the Nansheng Palace to save people."

The Immortal Emperor quickly stopped him and dissuaded him: "No! No hatred, the wolf ambition of the Southern Saint King is obvious."

"Everyone in the world knows that he must have set up a net of heaven and earth in the Holy King Palace, and is waiting for you to die!"

"Send to death?" He Wuhen raised his eyebrows and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The person who died must not be me."

Seeing that he was so confident, Emperor Immortal Heaven didn't know how to dissuade him, so he could only say seriously: "Okay, I'll send an order and take a few teams of elite disciples to the Nansheng Palace with you to rescue the Guling Ancestor and the others."

"Let's go!" He Wuhen stopped him and shook his head and said, "Emperor, you don't have to go. I will solve this matter alone. After all, it's not that the two factions start a war. If I act alone, it will be easier to succeed."

The Immortal Emperor was silent, and he also knew that He Wuhen was right.

If there are too many people, the goal will be bigger, which will drag He Wuhen back.

However, He Wuhen knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but he was walking towards the tiger mountain. It was too dangerous and too uneasy.

After weighing the pros and consequently, Emperor Immortal continued, "Let's do this, I'll go with you if I don't bring my disciples in the sect!"

"No, Emperor, if you make any mistakes, I can't explain to my mother-in-law and Yue Ling." He Wuhen still insisted on his own opinion and wanted to go alone.

At this moment, a stream of light flew out from the Yanhuang Sect and landed in front of the two of them.

The person who came was Luo Luo. Her face was not very good-looking, her eyes were slightly red, and tears were still left at the corners of her eyes.

"No hatred!"

Luo Luo's voice was filled with sadness. He pulled He Wuhen's arm and pursed his lips tightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Since she learned that the ancestor Gu Ling was captured, she has been unable to sleep all night and is very sad, wishing she could kill to the Nansheng Palace to save people.

But she knew that it would be useless if she went there, and it was meaningless except to die.

She really wanted to save the ancestor Gu Ling, but she didn't want He Wuhen to take the risk. She was very worried during this period and was suffering every day and night.

He Wuhen showed an encouraging smile and reached out to touch her forehead and gently stroked the bangs, "Luoluo, I will definitely rescue the ancestor and Changling."

"No..." Luo Luo shook her head, and a mist filled her clear eyes again, "I'm not talking about this."

"I don't want the ancestor to have something to do, and I want to save him, but I don't want you to take risks and go to the Nansheng Palace to fall into the trap!"

"Silly girl, don't you believe in my strength?" He Wuhen smiled, patted her shoulder, confidently and said arrogantly: "Even if there are swords and fire in the Southern Saint Palace, I dare to venture out. Not only do I have to save people, but I also want to kill the old dog of the Southern Saint King!"

"There is no one in this world who can kill me He Wuhen!"

The tears in Luo Luo's eyes finally couldn't stop falling. She burst into tears and nodded with a smile, "Well, I believe in you."

"Okay, stop crying like a little cat." He Wuhen comforted Luo Luo, turned around and flew to the sky, and flew towards the southern region.

"Wuhen, don't have anything to do!"

Looking at his departure back, tears flowing like a spring, and he waved and shouted.

In a blink of an eye, He Wuhen's figure disappeared from the sky and rushed to the southern region thousands of miles away.

Luo Luo stood there for a long time and stared at the distant sky.

"Luoluo, go back, you must believe in Wuhen." Emperor Immortal Heaven persuaded him.

Luo Luo nodded, wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, and then followed the Immortal Emperor and returned to Yanhuang Sect.

Just one day later, He Wuhen entered the Southern Region and found the Nansheng Palace.

The Nansheng Palace is located on a giant floating island with a radius of 200,000 miles. It is built incredibly sacred, magnificent, luxurious and atmospheric.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is within a radius of thousands of miles, is pulled by the formation and gathers towards the Southern Saint Palace.

It was a blessed place in the cave, like a fairyland.

Even though he was tens of thousands of miles away, He Wuhen had already seen that inside and outside the Nansheng Palace, there were nets of heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of southern patrols were patrolling and cruising around the Holy King Palace.

In the palace covered by white clouds, more than a thousand powerful men from the Heavenly Emperor realm were guarding it.

In addition, there are several very obscure and powerful auras, occasionally flashing a little fluctuations.

He Wuhen hid his breath invisibly, touched the Southern Saint Palace quietly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tonight, there will be a river of blood here!"

Half a minute later, he landed on the giant floating island, close to the island protection formation.

He Wuhen observed for a while and was surprised to find that the guardian formation of the Southern Saint Palace was actually a half-step god-level formation!

"How is this possible? With the strength of the Southern Saint King, it is absolutely impossible to set up such a formation?"

He studied it again and finally figured out that there was half a magical artifact in the Nansheng Palace.
Chapter completed!