Chapter: 4100

The Wang family child had never heard of this name, nor had he heard of the God of War Temple, so he immediately frowned and said, "Let's go, this is the mansion of the Wang family, there is no Temple of War God, if you don't leave, you will be killed directly!"

"Who said that? I clearly sensed that the suzerain is here. Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose? Be careful that I will slap you to death. With your small body, I can kill 10,000 of you at once."

Duan Yingjun said angrily.

A faint breath of the Creator leaked out, and when the Wang family child saw it, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and he closed the door with a bang.

"Can't you talk properly?"

Duan Feifei looked at Duan Yingjun with a wry smile, and said.

"I've already spoken in a good voice."

Duan Shuai only felt a little wronged.

"Haha, you're also called nice and angry?"

A loud laugh came from behind the two of them, and they turned around to look, with joy on their faces.

"Master Dongfang, Elder Meng, Elder Li, are you all here?"

Behind the two stood a large group of monks with different auras, half of them were in the realm of creation, and the rest were from the early stages of the dharma phase to the great completion of the dharma phase.

Dongfang Haojie, Li Mingye, Meng Qingling, Li Mochou... and Ning Qi's disciples, the daughters of Dongfang Haojie and Dongfang Yuluo, were almost all present, hundreds of them!

The gathering of hundreds of people was really eye-catching, and many monks nearby focused their attention here, secretly guessing the origins of Dongfang Haohao and others.

"Could it be that the Huanxi Demon Sect came to seek revenge?"

"It's possible. It looks like there will be another fierce battle today. Shall we go out of the city first and hide?"

"Nonsense! Together!"

The timid monks smeared oil on the soles of their feet immediately, and only those bold monks remained where they were. At this time, the gate of the Wang family opened again.

"Brother Wuming, it's the two of them who came here to find...why...why there are so many people suddenly? No, it must be a monk from the Huanxi Demon Sect. I'll send a message, Brother Wuming, stop it first!"

Seeing so many people at the door, the disciple of the Wang family turned around and ran away, leaving She Wuming and several other monks of the Bloody Clan tribe where they were.

Snake Wuming glanced at Dongfang Haojie and others indifferently, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. Among this group of people, the strongest is the Creator of the Three Tribulations, and the weakest is only the early-stage cultivator of the Dharma Aspect Realm. The monks of the sect are very different, and they are 100% not the monks of the Huanxi Mozong.

"Who are you?"

Snake Wuming's eyes fell on Li Mochou, and said calmly, because Li Mochou is the Creator of the Three Tribulations.

"Look at your appearance, you are not human, are you?"

Duan Shuai took a look at She Wuming's appearance and asked subconsciously.

She Wuming felt that his words were mocking him, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly, Duan Yingjun took a few steps back, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Duan Feifei hurriedly stepped forward to support him, with eyes revealing With a hint of anger, he stared at the snake without life.

boom!

Dongfang Haojie and others all stepped forward, looking coldly at Snake Wuming.

The monks of the God of War Temple are all prosperous, and all are hurt. They have no reason to ignore Duan Yingjun's injury.

"Are you all so angry? Beixuan should be here, stop arguing, let's clarify the matter first."