The Temple of Death was bustling for a while.

Wu Wan mingled with the crowd of little gods watching the excitement, looking at the scene over there from a distance.

Several layers of divine power intertwined, and countless divine lights colored the night sky.

Hot magma overflowed from the crater, as if a chaotic beast would crawl out of the magma lake at any time and launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Palace.

Dark clouds were billowing above it, and the volcanic ash mixed with the dark clouds, constantly releasing streaks of thunder.

The Temple of Death is currently covered in layers of golden light, and from time to time, a dark beam of light will tear through the shackles of the golden light.

Da Siming was suspended directly above the Temple of Death, and the golden light was shed by him.

Perhaps it was because of Da Siming's "helping" him one after another. Wu Wan looked at Da Siming at this moment and suddenly felt that the first auxiliary god of the Tiangong was regarded by Emperor Kuang as a tool god to consolidate the divine power of the Emperor of Heaven. He was the brother of Shao Siming...

Also a little handsome.

Earth God and Shao Siming stood a little further away, ready to take action at any time to suppress the riots on the Avenue of Death.

There are more than ten figures standing outside the Temple of Death as support, all of them are the powerful gods of that palace.

Only the Golden God is not here.

Wu Wan watched for a while as if nothing happened, remembering the voices, faces, and smiles of the surrounding gods, and marked the avenues he was interested in.

Vaguely, he also heard the discussions of these little gods...

"The God of Death collapsed again?"

"Alas, this avenue is too evil. It is said that there is no need for divine power to reshape it now. Just the thought power conveyed by those creatures through this avenue can prompt this avenue to continuously give birth to new gods of death."

"The number of living creatures is simply too great."

"Death is originally a characteristic of living beings, but because they resist death and avoid death, they forcibly spread these negative emotions to the gods of the avenue of death."

"I'm so miserable."

"I'm so miserable."

Wu Wang was thoughtful after hearing the words, and soon seemed to be infected, and said with emotion:

"I'm so miserable."

The riot in the Temple of Death lasted for less than half an hour before it was forcibly suppressed by Da Siming.

When the dark divine light converged, bursts of whimpering could be heard from within, as if countless innocent souls were mourning and crying in the dark corners.

Many gods and minor gods who were watching the excitement began to disperse after seeing this.

Wu Wan is about to leave among the gods...

"Fengchun God, do you need to come here to explain."

Da Siming's voice came from a distance, with a bit of coldness.

Wu Huan turned his head calmly, feeling Tao Dao's eyes falling on him, his heart was not disturbed at all, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

"What advice does Da Siming have?"

Da Siming's face was stern, he took half a step forward, and his figure seemed to penetrate all the layers of the universe, appearing directly in front of Wu Juan, standing in the air and overlooking Wu Juan.

"What stimulation did the God of Death receive?"

Wu Wan almost replied with four words - 'Abba Abba'.

He smiled and said: "I am not going to come here every few days as Da Siming said, and use my power of divine authority to nourish the God of Death with the power of my dead tree."

Da Siming said sharply: "Then how did you do it?"

"Moisten it! What else can be done?"

Wu Wang spread his hands:

"I am currently trapped in the Heavenly Palace, and have been restricted by the Great God Xi He. I cannot leave the Heavenly Palace too far. In order to avoid suffering, I have to obey the Grand Commander's arrangements and come here to spend my idle years.

Speaking of this, can the Heavenly Palace make up for the divine power I spent on nourishing the God of Death?"

"Don't talk about him right or wrong!"

Da Siming said coldly: "Let me ask you, did you come to the Temple of Death today?"

"coming."

"Then you can moisturize the God of Death?"

Wu laughed wildly: "It's moisturized."

"very good!"

Da Siming waved his hand and shouted angrily:

"Just now, the God of Death expressed its anger to me. It said that it was about to break away from its old body and complete its reshaping, but it was forcibly cut off by a palm!

His old body was even crucified to death!

God of Fengchun, are you afraid that if the God of Death stabilizes, it will endanger the human realm?

You have deliberately planned to come to the Heavenly Palace, how many evil intentions are you hiding!"

"Da Si Ming, don't be so anxious to ask for guilt. Let me ask you something."

Wu Wan said calmly:

"If I really wanted to target the God of Death, would I just push it back into the sarcophagus instead of defeating its fragile divine will?"

Da Siming's eyes narrowed.

The white clouds rolled slightly under Wu Juan's feet, and he slowly lifted Wu Juan into the sky, reaching the same height as Da Siming.

Wu Wang smiled slowly and said:

"If I really harbor evil intentions, how should I be convicted by the Chief Minister?

Da Siming clearly knows that I was born in the human realm and was once an enemy of the Heavenly Palace. I can't bear to see many of the things that the Heavenly Palace does. He also knows that the God of Death is in a special situation and can easily collapse.

I was also assigned the responsibility of nourishing the God of Death.

Why, could it be that Da Si Ming is just waiting for a moment like today to show up and accuse me, so that he can take back the title of Fengchun God in good name?"

The corners of Da Siming's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Wu Wan turned a blind eye to this, but turned his head to look at the gods of the Heavenly Palace who were not far away from here.

He put his hands in his sleeves and said leisurely:

“What I hate is the oppression of living beings by the Heavenly Palace, not the order of the Heavenly Palace itself.

What I hate is that the innate gods, who were born from the Great Dao but were tainted with selfishness and dominated by selfish desires, do not hate the great Dao that are the cornerstone of the rules of the Emperor of Heaven.

What I can't stand the most is the flattery behavior of gods who hold important divine power. For the sake of their own status, they use their divine power to please the superiors, but they will not be prejudiced against the Great Shouyuan Dao."

After speaking for a while, Wu Wan looked at Da Siming's livid face and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Da Siming, I won't have any prejudice against you."

Da Siming said calmly: "Wu Huazi, no matter how sophisticated you are, you will not be able to escape your guilt."

"Then please ask Da Si Ming to treat this matter impartially."

Wu Wangong raised his hand:

"First calculate the amount of divine power I have consumed with the God of Death, and then consider how to reward me for my merits.

There is no need to reward me too much, even though I did expend some energy in bringing the God of Death back from the brink of collapse.

All the gods in the Heavenly Palace are watching here, so Grand Commander Ming will not ignore justice."

Da Siming's eyes narrowed slightly, and lightning seemed to shine within them.

And those innate gods who were originally looking at this place were either turning their heads to chat, or using magic to hide their figures, or turning around and running away without any hesitation.

Wu Wan:......

Da Siming said loudly: "It is not good for Fengchun God to take care of the God of Death. Can Fengchun God recognize it?"

This routine is too superficial.

First, he came up with a seemingly frivolous and inconsequential charge. Generally, the innate gods involved in the matter would admit that such a charge was insignificant to them.

But as soon as he admits this matter, Da Siming will take the lead and take off all the big hats.

Therefore, Wu Wu said calmly: "I don't recognize it."

"Very good," Da Siming suddenly shouted softly, "Where is the divine guard!"

Golden lights flew from all directions, and thousands of divine guards surrounded the place.

Wu Huan sneered, but knowing that talking more was useless, he shook his right hand slightly, and the Taoist Star Sword was tightly held by him.

Although a good man never suffers immediate losses, Wu Wang must consider whether his words and deeds in the Heavenly Palace are in line with the nature of a human immortal in the human realm.

If he gives in today, it will almost be written on his face that he has a big agenda in coming to the Heavenly Palace.

Don't be afraid if you can't beat him, Di Kuang and Xihe will not let him get hurt;
To be continued...