With Tushen as the peacemaker, Da Siming and Shao Siming did not really fight.

But anyone can feel that there is an obvious rift between this pair of brothers and sisters, between the Shouyuan Avenue and the Fanyan Avenue, and the rift may become deeper and deeper.

Da Siming mobilized a large number of divine guards to surround the Temple of Death from a distance, and then Da Siming disappeared.

But he did not leave this place too far, hiding in the dark to observe what was about to happen in the Temple of Death.

Wu Wan and Shao Siming did not delay either.

Shao Si ordered: "Let's go to the temple and have a look."

Then, she thought of something again, and with a bit of anxiety in her eyes, she said in a voice: "I really wanted to be a little impulsive before and make the decision for you without authorization."

"Hey," Wu Wang waved his hand, "It's all trivial, don't take it personally."

Shao Siming nodded slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wu Wan's eyes were filled with divine light and the smile on his lips was always there.

She was indeed a little impulsive just now, and forgot to ask Wu Wan for his opinion, so she said the word "we".

For some reason, Shaosi Ming thought he could say "I" or "I", but when the words came out, there was an additional "we".

However, she didn't worry too much about this, or had any qualms about it. After hearing Wu Wan's greeting, she stepped on Wu Wan's cloud and fell together towards the Temple of Death.

Before entering the Temple of Death this time, Wu Wan secretly set two warnings.

First, if you can do something, don't talk, avoid your own remarks, and have some inspiration for the God of Death.

Second, if you can get away, don't attack randomly.

He is now completely sure that Da Siming arranged for him to come here to 'help the God of Death' in order to induce him to deal with this God of Death, thereby directly questioning Wu Wang, or at least expelling him from the Heavenly Palace.

If Wu Wan had not held back and really eliminated such 'hidden dangers' for the Human Realm, there would have been no substantial losses to the Heavenly Palace.

The Avenue of Death is locked in the Divine Court, and they can spend their divine power at any time to reshape the God of Death.

What's more, the God of Death himself has collapsed many times, not least this time.

This is Da Siming's real plan.

Wu Wan only needs to get through the current stage smoothly without doing anything more. After leaving here, he no longer pays attention to the God of Death. This can be regarded as having passed this small crisis.

Because the God of Death had been violent for a while, many changes also occurred in the Temple of Death at this time.

Groups of dark gray aura floated outside the palace door, and Wu Wan seemed to be able to feel the various pains of beings before death.

"well……"

Shao Siming sighed softly, stared at the dark space inside the temple door, and whispered:

"It's not easy for this spirit. It has collapsed countless times so far. Even every time it is born again, the consciousness it produces is brand new and has no connection with the previous one."

"Oh? Why?"

Shao Siming said: "The first born gods are very fragile, and no matter what method is used, they cannot withstand the resentment and hatred of living beings.

When there were not many living creatures in the beginning, it had already suffered such a backlash.

Now between heaven and earth..."

"No living thing counts."

Wu Wan also sighed slightly and said with a smile: "Let's go in and take a look at this powerful god of Tiangong who has never been able to grow up. If he is awake, it will be interesting."

"Well," Shao Siming motioned Wu Wan to move back. There was a puppet in his right hand, and his left hand moved slightly to draw simple divine patterns.

A ball of emerald green light slowly flew into the front door of the palace, leading the man to step inside slowly.

Suddenly, shrill laughter, crying, and angry curses came from the front.

The resentment of living beings seemed to be real, flowing past the two of them like a gray river, and dissipated at the end of the corridor.

A little realization dawned in Wu Wan's heart - the resentment of these creatures is the main culprit that makes this place barren of grass.

The distance of more than ten feet passed in a flash.

The emerald green light became even more dazzling, illuminating the entire hall.

The sarcophagus without a lid is displayed in the middle of the hall. In the black mist floating everywhere, empty and meaningless shadows are acting out all kinds of miserable deaths.

The two of them discovered the thin figure huddled in the corner almost at the same time, and Wu Wangdao was inexplicably touched.

The figure looked like a human girl of eleven, twelve or three years old, wrapped in a solemn black robe, her whole body seemed to be swallowed by the robe, and the lower half of her long hair like withered grass was spread on the ground.

She seemed a little afraid of Shao Siming, and she seemed to be waking up from a nightmare, and she had not yet been able to break free from the predicament in the dream, and her whole body was trembling.

Seeing this, Shao Siming raised his hand to disperse the emerald green light.

The God of Death immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to speak, a voice came out of her thin and bloodless pale lips: "Help..."

Buzz!

A gray ripple visible to the naked eye bloomed from her forehead and swept away in all directions.

But this gray mark only spread out half a foot, and actually retracted towards her forehead. The scene was like the years going back, and time and space rewinding. When the gray ripples penetrated into her forehead, the God of Death let out an incomparably shrill scream.

He screamed and his body kept twitching.

Shao Siming couldn't bear it and immediately took action to seal the God of Death.

Wu Wan suddenly raised his hand and pressed Shao Siming's arm, and whispered:

"Life and death are at odds, and you and her are just at odds with each other."

Shao Siming nodded slightly and frowned as he stared at the miserable state of the God of Death.

The shrill screams came one after another.

Even though Wu Wang had seen the two armies fighting many times, and the creatures were like charcoal, he still couldn't help but feel hairy in his heart, and the hair on his body stood on end.

It's really, really weird here.

"Can you help her?"

Shao Siming said softly:

"Although death is hated by living creatures, death is an indispensable rule for living creatures.

The world is not infinite, and the places that can survive in the world are also limited. My avenue of reproduction corresponds to the continuous continuation of living beings to the next generation. My brother's avenue of longevity defines how long living creatures can survive in the world.

The avenue of death is not only the end of longevity, but also an aid to reproduction.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The meaning of the avenue of life lies in endless life, inheritance and continuation."

There was a little hesitation in Wu Wang's eyes.

He said: "First of all, I don't know how to help her. This kind of backlash from the great road and the resentment of countless creatures are imposed on an immature consciousness. The collapse of this consciousness is an inevitable result.

It can only be said that if the God of Death did not rise quickly before the creatures became powerful, he was destined to be in such a predicament.

Secondly, the God of Death may be very pitiful at the moment, but once she returns to normal and becomes the real powerful God of Tiangong, how will Tiangong use this avenue?

Your brother's Shouyuan Dao can directly threaten living beings, and now he..."

"Oh, that's the truth."

Shao Siming frowned slightly and thought carefully for a while.

Soon, she murmured: "In other words, we can only think of ways to help her go through this painful process if we find a way to prevent her from obeying the orders of the Heavenly Palace."

Wu Wang was also happy in his heart.

As expected, Shao Siming had no sense of belonging to Tiangong.

"That's pretty much it."

Wu Wan responded and slowly squatted down, watching the God of Death gradually calm down in pain and began to look for her eyes.

The eyes of the God of Death are pure black, as black as the abyss and as dark as the night, with immense pain hidden within them.

"There is another very important point," Wu Wan said slowly, "We also need to consider whether the God of Death, who has endured so much resentment, will have her mind distorted because of this after she gains stable and powerful power.

"

Shao Siming also squatted down and stared at the pale face of the God of Death.

"To put it this way, we really can't help her."

"Well," Wu Wang said, "We are not the most powerful gods. There are many things we cannot do. This matter is actually super..."

Before the word "Chao" was spoken, the world in front of Wu Wan's eyes instantly solidified.

Wu Wang had experienced this kind of situation before, and not just once.

In the southeastern region of the wilderness, north of the Lin family in the northern border of the human realm!

And every time, it is accompanied by the appearance of that existence - Tiangong, Emperor, and the incarnation of order!

The sound of slight footsteps came from behind. Wu Wang stood up and turned around to look, only to see that Emperor Kuang was walking forward with his hands behind his back, as if he was a middle-aged scribe without any strength.

Inexplicably, Wu Wan felt some kind of intimacy with Emperor Kuang, and he immediately understood in his heart that this was not the incarnation of Emperor Kuang's order, but the arrival of the Emperor of Heaven himself.

That's right, there's no reason why the main body can't use magical powers that can be used by incarnations.
To be continued...