Volume 10, Chapter 722
Chapter 722
"Tang Yin! Tang Yin——" Ye Zhuo finally couldn't bear it anymore, his mind collapsed, he waved his fists randomly, yelled and tore at the Tang Yin around him.
But after one Tang Yin was broken up by him, more Tang Yins would appear, endlessly, never ending. Looking around, the world was full of Tang Yins, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Ye Zhuo screamed and roared, rushing east, then killing west, running and fighting non-stop until he was exhausted and couldn't use any strength. He lay limp on the ground, panting, sweat soaked his clothes.
At this time, the thousands of Tang Yins around him gathered around him, with the same faces and the same expressions, talking and laughing. Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and didn't want to see, but the figures of many Tang Yins could still appear in his mind.
He screamed hoarsely, raised his hand, and dug into his eyeballs. With two thumps, he dug out his bloody eyeballs. He covered his face with his hands, howling and rolling on the ground.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and a familiar voice came faintly: "Is it painful? It's all over, take a break!"
"Master... Master..." Ye Zhuo stopped screaming, opened his bloody and dark eyes, and looked at the white shadow in front of him. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, blood and tears kept flowing out of his eye sockets, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master... Save me..."
The white shadow did not take his hand, but stretched his hand to his chest, and the straight palm was like a knife, piercing his heart. Ye Zhuo felt a piercing pain all over his body, and then he knew nothing.
Outside the Shadow Prison, Tang Yin stood in front of Ye Zhuo. While his hand knife pierced through Ye Zhuo's heart, the dark fire also refined all the essence in his body into spiritual energy, which was finally absorbed into his body.
This is the terrible thing about the Shadow Prison. When people fall into it, even if the enemy is standing in front of you and close to you, you can't see or feel anything. Everything you see and hear is an illusion.
Of course, the Shadow Prison is not invulnerable. For some people with deep concentration, the impact of the Shadow Prison will be much smaller. If his cultivation is deep enough, he can completely determine the true body of the caster, and forcefully break through the Shadow Prison and directly attack the caster's true body.
In addition, when Tang Yin cast the Shadow Prison, he also had to cast a large amount of spiritual energy. At this time, he was extremely weak. If he was attacked by a spiritual martial arts master, the consequences would be equally disastrous. This is why he did not dare to cast the Shadow Prison on Lu Yong.
Lv Yong and Ye Zhuo, two of Huangfu Xiutai's direct disciples, both died in Tang Yin's dark fire. While clearing obstacles for Feng Jun, they also provided Tang Yin with abundant spiritual energy, which greatly improved his current cultivation.
On the battlefield, whether it was Feng Jun or An Jun, people were dumbfounded by the incredible scene happening before their eyes. They could not see the Shadow Prison, but only saw Ye Zhuo first deafen his ears, and then madly dig out his eyes.
People were dumbfounded. Such a scene of self-mutilation was unheard of. Even the bystanders were so scared that their hair stood up and their whole bodies were hairy, as if they were trapped in an ice cellar.
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Zhuo was simply crazy. As for why he went crazy, no one could tell. Maybe it was because he watched his senior brother being killed that he went crazy!
When Tang Yin stepped forward and ended Ye Zhuo's life with a knife, both Fengren and Anren breathed a sigh of relief. If Ye Zhuo didn't die, they, the spectators, would probably go crazy.
Bang! A soldier in the An army threw his weapon to the ground, and soon, the surrounding An soldiers also threw their weapons. They stared at Tang Yin opposite them, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
To them, the spiritual strength of Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo was like a god, and they were killed and scared crazy in front of Tang Yin. How could they continue the battle? If they went up, they might not even be able to fill the gaps in their teeth.
For a while, the sound of throwing weapons in the An army camp came one after another, and a large number of An soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit and surrendered without a fight.
Su Yang and Qin Feng looked at each other, then looked at the soldiers around them who looked ashen and had no morale, shook their heads secretly, and did not even try to stop them, nor did they say a word, they turned around and ran towards the central army.
Looking at Su Yang and Qin Feng who were escaping, Tang Yin could not muster the interest to chase them, and said to Bai An and Yan Yan behind him: "Next, it's up to you, do you have any questions?"
Bai An and Yan Yan came back to their senses from the shock, they looked at Tang Yin eagerly, shook their heads slowly, and said in a trembling voice: "No, King." The King in front of them was more unfathomable, more terrifying, and more horrible than the King in Lingwu Academy...
"Then do what you should do!" Tang Yin dispersed the spiritual armor on his body, and nodded to the two of them with a smile.
"Yes! King!" Bai An cheered up and responded, then waved his arm to the surrounding Feng Army soldiers and shouted: "Brothers, follow me to charge into the enemy's center! Kill--"
"Roar--" The morale of the Feng Army soldiers was greatly boosted and they shouted in unison, following Bai An and Yan Yan and charging forward.
In fact, the number of Feng troops commanded by Bai An and Yan Yan was not large. However, the shortcomings of the An army's camp being too large and too many obstacles were revealed at this time. When the Feng army entered the An army's central army, the surrounding troops were surrounded. An's army was unable to rush over quickly for reinforcements, causing Bai An and Yan Yan's force to plunge into An's heart like a knife.
The two generals Su Yang and Qin Feng, who had just been defeated and returned to the central army, had to come out to fight again. The two faced Bai An and Yan Yan respectively, and they fought together again.
The two of them could still go up to fight against it. As for An Jun below, he couldn't withstand the impact of the Feng Army at all. Although An Jun had an absolute advantage in numbers, he was still overwhelmed by the Feng Army and was defeated.
Cui Tu, who was in charge of the central army, felt his heart in his throat. From time to time, he asked the generals around him, why didn't the soldiers from the east, west, south and north battalions come over for reinforcements?
The generals secretly grinned. With such a large camp and so many earthen walls and ditches in between, it would take time for the soldiers of the fourth battalion to come back!
But no one dared to say that Cui Tu was wrong in setting up the formation. They could only deal with it bravely: "General, the reinforcements will arrive soon. General, just wait a little longer!"
"How long do we have to wait? The Feng Army has already reached us!" Cui Tu roared with a red face and a thick neck. He had fought side by side with Feng Jun, and he knew very well that Feng Jun was so powerful in close combat that his own soldiers could not withstand it at all.
The generals looked at each other and winked. Finally, one of the generals who was closest to Cui Tu had the courage to persuade: "General, now that two gentlemen, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, have been killed, our army has...actually been defeated." Well, the general should...order the withdrawal..."
Snapped! Before he could finish his words, the riding crop in Cui Tu's hand had been severely slapped on his helmet. He said angrily: "Can't our army fight without the help of Shenchi disciples? Who dares to say the word "withdrawal" again? I will kill you without mercy!"
The beaten general lowered his head with a blushing face and did not dare to say another word. Of course, he did not agree with Cui Tu's words in his heart. He knew that he was defeated and continued to fight. Isn't this a joke with the lives of all the soldiers in the army?
Now, Feng Jun, who had entered An's camp, was fighting with An's army. The two sides had no formation at all. It was a complete melee, and this was precisely the style of play that Feng Jun was best at.
As the battle continued, more and more An troops were killed and injured. Gradually, people became afraid and began to retreat slowly. Even the two generals Su Yang and Qin Feng who resisted Bai An and Yan Yan also He showed his invincibility and was forced to retreat continuously.
At this point in the battle, in Tang Yin's opinion, the overall situation was decided. He retreated to the Fengjun's main formation, then sat cross-legged in the chariot's crown, closing his eyes and meditating.
Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo have too much spiritual martial arts knowledge that he needs, and there is also too much information about the divine pool, which he needs to search for, absorb and master bit by bit.
While he was meditating, Ren Xiao slowly walked to the car crown, looked at Tang Yin for a moment, and then asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, are Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo... dead?"
"Yes." Tang Yin sat there without moving, without opening his eyes, and said slowly: "As you said, good words can't persuade a damn ghost. Their death is no one else's fault, and it has nothing to do with Brother Ren. "
"But the two of them are descendants of Shenchi after all." Ren Xiao sighed softly.
"I think there is good and evil in the Divine Pond. Isn't it a good thing to remove the dross and keep the essence?" Tang Yin said calmly.
"Actually, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo are not bad people. The reason why they participated in the battle of Feng'an was out of help!"
Tang Yin shrugged, saying that there was nothing he could do about it. Then, he opened his eyes slightly and asked, "How many disciples are there in Huangfu Xiutai?"
"At least there are two or three hundred people!"
"Two or three hundred?" Should I say less? Tang Yin was startled and asked subconsciously: "Are they all like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo?"
Ren smiled, shook his head and said: "Of course not! Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo are direct disciples. There are eleven direct disciples of Elder Huangfu, Lu Yong is ranked fifth, Ye Zhuo is ranked seventh, and the one Jiang Ban who was taken in by His Highness is Xue is eleventh. As for the other disciples, they are no longer the disciples of Elder Huangfu, and their strength is much lower than that of Lu Yong, Ye Zhuo and others."
"That's it!" Tang Yin sighed. If the two or three hundred disciples of Huangfu Show were like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, then he wouldn't have to fight against Huangfu Show. He wouldn't even have to take action personally. Just send out all the disciples and you will be helpless.
He said with a smile: "Fortunately, the old man only has eleven direct disciples. Now three of them have been lost, so there are only eight left."