Chapter 226 Saint Skin, Yan Buqu with a Complicated Expression

Jin Gu Lao Jun was burned alive.

Sun Jian was killed instantly by a sword.

The strong men who had followed the two men to the night attack all collapsed on the ground, their mouths wide open, their eyes wide open, silently telling their fear in their hearts.

"Please spare our lives, brave man. We were also forced. I hope you can show your generosity and let us go!"

"Master, I have old people and young children to take care of. My whole family depends on me to support them!"

"We regret it, please don't kill us!"

Everyone knelt down and kowtowed, begging Tang Chen frantically for mercy.

Shi Ba sneered: "If my brother-in-law wasn't there tonight, would you care about the Hanling Sword Palace's pleas for mercy when you attacked it?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the scene instantly became quiet.

These people are usually arrogant and domineering.

If they really take down the Hanling Sword Palace, they will not only kill people, but also destroy the Hanling Sword Palace.

"Send all the cultivation resources of your sect to the Cold Spirit Sword Palace tomorrow, and I will pretend that nothing happened."

Shi Ba said suddenly.

Hearing this, the strong men of the hundred major sects' eyelids twitched and their faces turned pale.

All cultivation resources!

This is no different from taking their lives!

For a sect, resources are the foundation and the basis for development!

Handing over cultivation resources basically means extermination!

"Or do you want to be killed here?" Shi Ba asked jokingly.

"No..."

"We...we will leave now!"

Countless people panicked and crawled away from the Cold Spirit Sword Palace

in the distance.

Mo Lingzi turned his eyes away from Tang Chen, and the ferocious murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided.

He could see that Tang Chen had all kinds of trump cards hidden in him, and it was difficult to deal with him for a while.

"You are lucky this time, and we will talk about the matter of Ling Wangzu later."

Mo Lingzi snorted and turned to leave.

"Since you're here, why not leave your life behind!"

Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded.

Mo Lingzi's body trembled.

Tang Chen, who was standing in front of the Cold Spirit Sword Palace, turned into a phantom and slowly dissipated.

Without waiting for Mo Lingzi to react.

Another cold shout sounded behind him.

"Buddha's Wrathful Fire Lotus!"

Four words fell to the ground, and the fire lotus bloomed.

The blazing divine fire bloomed in all directions, once burning the night sky into a vacuum zone again.

"Heaven-shattering demonic energy!"

Mo Lingzi shouted violently, and dark demonic energy burst out from his body, rushing towards the nine-colored fire lotus.

Boom!

The sky and the earth shook wildly.

The nine-colored divine fire and the endless darkness disappeared almost at the same time.

In the night sky.

Tang Chen's figure slowly fell.

He looked down at Mo Lingzi and said in a serious tone: "The evil spirit of the Demon Thunder Sect and the King Snake Clan comes from you, right?"

"Since you know the existence of evil spirits, you still come to ambush me. I really don't know whether to say you are bold or stupid." Mo Lingzi's heart was throbbing, but on the surface he still sneered.

"If it weren't for you, the Spirit King Ancestor would not have fallen. You, a bunch of termites of the times, really don't deserve to live." Tang Chen sneered.

Mo Lingzi said disdainfully: "The emperor will eventually come to this world again, and then it will be time for you to surrender and sacrifice your lives."

"Bullshit emperor." Tang Chen smiled proudly, full of sarcasm.

Mo Lingzi was furious on the spot and shouted: "No one is allowed to insult the emperor's name. You will die tonight!"

Tang Chen took a breath gently.

He held the Black Mystic Immortal Sword tightly in his right hand, and was wrapped in the chaotic energy, as if he was merging with the heaven and earth and becoming one.

"Sword One."

He uttered two words lightly.

The Black Mystic Immortal Sword was swung down.

With just a light sword strike, the soul of Mo Lingzi flew out.

Clang!

The sword light swept across 90,000 miles, awakening the soul of the ancient demon.

A vacuum black belt appeared in the sky above the deserted state.

Countless creatures saw this scene, all of them showed a look of astonishment, secretly sighing that the methods of immortals were only so.

Right in front of Tang Chen.

Mo Lingzi had no time to dodge.

This sword came too fast and too fierce.

His body was torn from the crotch upwards, split in half and fell to the ground, and his vitality quickly dissipated.

Seeing this, Tang Chen couldn't help but frown.

He knew that this sword was very domineering, but it wouldn't kill a lackey of the blood-sucking evil emperor in an instant.

"You... will... pay... the price!"

Mo Lingzi's lips trembled, and he said six words with difficulty.

The next moment.

His internal organs and blood turned into wisps of green smoke, leaving only a dry human skin stuck to the ground.

"Saint skin?"

At this time, Yi Zizai appeared, looking at the dried human skin on the ground with astonishment.

The so-called saint skin is peeled off from a saintly strongman alive and refined into a kind of evil thing similar to an incarnation.

This method originated in the ancient times and has long been lost.

"What a pity, I wanted to kill it once and for all, but I didn't know it was a saint skin." Tang Chen said with some disappointment.

Yi Zizai looked at the saint skin and said in a deep voice: "This saint skin is very delicately refined, and there is still evil energy attached to it. In terms of strength, I am afraid it is close to the middle-level little saint."

Speaking of this, Yi Zizai was full of sighs.

In the past, Yi Zizai killed a saintly strongman with the realm of a real person, and was praised as the first sword cultivator in the East Wilderness, and no one could match him.

Although he felt early that Tang Chen would definitely break his record.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

In addition, Tang Chen killed three saints in one night.

Two lower-level little saints!

A middle-level little saint!

Such strength is really terrifying!

Tang Chen smiled faintly and said, "I didn't use my full strength just now. I didn't expect him to be so weak."

Hearing this, Yi Zizai rolled his eyes immediately.

It's really annoying to compare yourself with others!

This saint's skin was stained with strong evil spirits. Tang Chen burned it without thinking to avoid leaving trouble.

After doing all this, he returned to the Hanling Sword Palace, and a long-lost satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After a while.

A white figure appeared in the void in the distance.

It was Yan Buqu.

He was about to leave the Wasteland State, but he saw the nine-color flames and the violent breath of the demon spirit in the sky.

The two appeared at the same time and collided violently.

This made Yan Buqu's face gloomy instantly.

"Demon Spirit, I have advised you many times, but you still dare to touch my furnace!"

"It seems that I have to do it again!"

Because of anger, Yan Buqu's whole face was filled with raging anger, and he became as ferocious as a ghost.

Why does someone want to touch his furnace every time!

It really makes him angry!

A moment later.

Yan Buqu came to the outside of the Hanling Sword Palace.

Because of Tang Chen's move, the Hanling Sword Palace completely resolved the crisis, and the entire mountain gate was immersed in a joyful atmosphere again.

Looking at the outside of the mountain gate.

It was a mess, with corpses all over the ground.

In the center, there was a piece of charred land after being burned by the raging fire, and the smell of evil spirits being completely burned out.

Seeing this scene, Yan Buqu fell into silence.

He looked at the ground, and then looked at the lively and jubilant Hanling Sword Palace.

His expression was extremely complicated for a while.