Volume 10, Chapter 934
Chapter 934
When Tang Yin absorbed the sacrifice, he not only absorbed the spiritual energy offered by Ling Ye and others, but also absorbed and merged their souls. This process was extremely dangerous.
He might be overwhelmed and shattered by the surge of his own spiritual energy. He might also go crazy because of the inherited memories when his soul merged.
Fortunately, Tang Yin had experienced several surges of spiritual energy before, and his body had undergone several transformations. In addition, the memories of You'an and others were too monotonous and too unified. Although there were dozens of people, their memories were exactly the same, no different from one person.
These two points helped Tang Yin a lot. He completed another transformation in the blood ball. At the same time, his cultivation also completed a qualitative leap.
In the side hall, the blood ball suspended in the air became smaller and smaller, and the light it emitted became weaker and weaker. Gradually, the blood ball was left with only a dark red skin bag, tightly wrapped around Tang Yin, and he slowly fell back to the ground in the air.
At this time, Tang Yin was lying on the ground, looking like a monster. Because he was wrapped in a leather bag, he looked like he had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth, just like a red meat ball slowly crawling on the ground.
Xia Yao and the other two who were watching were all terrified. The three of them had retreated to the corner of the side hall, and their eyes fell on Tang Yin without blinking.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yin, who was crawling on the ground, slowly stood up. He bent over, as if he had caught his breath, raised his hands, and scratched his face.
Sand! He broke the leather bag at his mouth fiercely, and then, taking a deep breath, he took a break, and then he scratched his face with both hands again, tearing off all the leather bags on his face, revealing his original appearance.
Looking at him again at this time, he was like a newborn baby, without eyebrows, hair, and red and wrinkled skin. He panted for a long time, then slightly opened his eyes. The moment his eyelids were raised, it was as if two lightning bolts shot out, which was amazing.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, then looked at his body, tilted his head, and seemed to be thinking about something. As his thoughts turned, his whole body was burning with a thick black flame. Under the burning of the black fire, the dark red skin that tightly wrapped around his body disappeared in an instant.
After burning the skin attached to his body, Tang Yin put away the dark fire, raised his head, and absorbed the last trace of spiritual energy floating in the air into his body.
At this time, he was naked, but he would not give people a sense of filth or dirtiness, because his eyes were too clean, as clear as two pools of lake water, and there was no trace of evil thoughts in them.
He raised his arms, crossed his fingers, and stretched out a big waist. When he stretched his muscles, he could hear a continuous crunching sound inside his body, as if all the bones in his body were shifting.
"Ah——"
Jingdan and Peilan could no longer hold back, and both screamed. Their screams finally made Tang Yin notice their existence. He looked at Xia Yao, Jingdan, and Peilan, and could not find any changes in his clean and deep eyes.
After examining them for a long time, his memory seemed to be pulled back into Tang Yin's mind bit by bit. He smiled at the three women, then turned around and looked around at the mummies on the ground that were no longer human.
Tang Yin's expression immediately darkened. Ling Ye and other dark spiritual practitioners were too pitiful. When they were alive, they lived an inhuman life, and when they died, they died so miserably that only mummies were left, and even their appearance before death could not be seen clearly.
He slowly walked to a corpse, squatted down, gently moved the corpse, pulled the loose clothes off it, and then put it on himself.
Because the shirt was torn, Tang Yin simply used the torn strips of cloth as a belt, tied it around his waist, and then walked towards Xia Yao with his upper body bare.
After he stood in front of Xia Yao, he stretched out his hand and said, "I'll take you away from here!"
Xia Yao finally came back to her senses from the shock. She carefully raised her eyes and looked at Tang Yin. It was strange that when he just burned the red skin, his skin was still very wrinkled, like a little old man, but in the blink of an eye, his skin was all unfolded, white and smooth, without any wounds, scars or flaws, as delicate as porcelain.
Her eyes moved from Tang Yin's body to his face, and she asked in a trembling voice: "You are...they..."
Understanding what she was asking, Tang Yin said faintly: "This is a 'death sacrifice', they are not dead."
"What?" They have all turned into mummies, how can people still be alive? Xia Yao, Jingdan, and Peilan all stared at Tang Yin with wide eyes.
He raised his hand and tapped his chest, saying: "They are all alive here!" While speaking, he didn't care whether Xia Yao agreed or not, and directly grabbed her wrist and said: "I'll take you away." After that, he walked out.
Xia Yao screamed and hurriedly said: "No..."
At the same time, Jingdan and Peilan also rushed forward, but before they approached Tang Yin, they could no longer move forward. It seemed that there was an invisible wall in front of them, blocking them tightly. No matter how hard they tried, they could not get closer.
Spiritual pressure! Such a strong spiritual pressure!
Jingdan and Peilan's faces suddenly changed. As the personal maids of the Saint, they were not considered weak even in Shenchi. However, Tang Yin's spiritual pressure made it difficult for them to get close. The difference in cultivation can be imagined.
Tang Yin turned to look at Xia Yao, who was full of shock, and said softly: "If you stay, you will sooner or later become Guanghan Ting's burial object. If you don't follow me today, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you even if I want to." This time, such a big thing happened in the Holy Temple. Even if Guanghan Ting didn't punish Xia Yao, he would never let her stay in the Holy Temple. He would most likely take her to the palace and keep her nearby. After all, for Guanghan Ting, it was very important to control the Saint, the spiritual leader of the Shenchi people.
Xia Yao frowned, pondered for a while, then looked at Tang Yin and said in embarrassment: "I... I will be a burden to Your Highness..."
"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Tang Yin smiled indifferently, let go of Xia Yao's wrist, and directly hugged her waist with one hand. As his body swayed, he had already shot out of the side hall like an arrow.
As he walked and passed, it seemed that a strong wind blew on the ground. When he arrived in the courtyard, Tang Yin only looked around slightly, and then rushed straight to the courtyard wall on one side of the courtyard.
Xia Yao, who was sandwiched under his ribs, felt that everything around her was flying backwards. The strong wind blowing in her face made her unable to open her eyes. She looked up and looked forward with difficulty, and said in surprise: "Your Highness, there is no way down the mountain over there!"
Tang Yin smiled but didn't say anything. He came to the courtyard wall, without even pausing, and jumped up, one foot touched the wall, and the person also rushed up, standing on the top of the courtyard wall, and then he jumped out of the wall.
As soon as he climbed over the courtyard wall, he attracted dozens of Shenchi disciples who were guarding nearby. People shouted, "Who is it?"
Tang Yin did not speak, but stood against the wall, looking around at the people who were running over. Soon, the Shenchi disciples who ran over also saw what was going on. A strange man with no beard or eyebrows rushed out of the temple with the saint.
"The saint was held hostage! The saint was held hostage by the thief--" For a moment, the Shenchi disciples roared like crazy, and at the same time, two people rushed to Tang Yin, and without saying a word, raised their swords and slashed.
Tang Yin smiled slightly, moved sideways, and slid out lightly. He was still sliding, and black mist emanated from his body, and spiritual armor condensed on him.
"Dark spiritual cultivator? The thief who held the saint hostage is the dark spiritual cultivator we want to capture!" The Shenchi disciples around shouted loudly, and the two who attacked Tang Yin first were full of strength, waving their spiritual swords to slash and stab Tang Yin fiercely.
Tang Yin, who was covered with spiritual armor, dodged left and right with light steps. After a few moves, when the opponent stabbed him with a sword again, he did not dodge. He waited until the spiritual sword had stabbed in front of him. He raised his hand calmly and grabbed the stabbing spiritual sword with a bang.
His spiritual armor could actually block the spiritual sword, which surprised the opponent. The man used all his strength to draw the sword, but Tang Yin's hand holding the spiritual sword suddenly loosened. The man couldn't hold back his strength, screamed, leaned back, and retreated repeatedly.
Before he could stabilize his body, Tang Yin had caught up like a whirlwind, and used his palm as a knife to stab the opponent's chest viciously. There was a puff in the ear, and Tang Yin's fingertips penetrated the opponent's spiritual armor, and the whole palm was immersed in the opponent's body.
Before he pulled his hand out, the dark fire was released, burning from the inside out, leaving the Shenchi brother with only time to let out a scream of pain, and then, the body that had lost its essence fell straight down in front of Tang Yin.
Seeing his companion being stabbed to death by Tang Yin, another Shenchi brother screamed and rushed towards Tang Yin, with the sword in his hand going straight for his neck. This man used all his strength and felt that his actions were enough, but in Tang Yin's eyes, watching the spirit sword pierce closer to him little by little, Tang Yin raised the corner of his mouth, with a deep smile on his face, he slightly tilted his body to avoid the edge of the spirit sword, and kicked the man in the lower abdomen.
There was a strange cry, and the man's body was like a cannonball shot out of the muzzle, flying backwards, hitting the courtyard wall of the holy temple heavily, making a rumbling sound.
The courtyard wall was hit by him and a nearly foot-deep pit was made. His whole body seemed to be embedded in the wall, and his body twitched a few times before it stopped moving.
With just a wave of his hand, Tang Yin killed two people in a row. This extraordinary strength also made all the Shenchi disciples present tremble in their hearts and show fear on their faces.
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