Final Volume Chapter 19

Final Volume Chapter 19

Tang Yin slowly sat up, first looked down at his body, and then looked around TXT download.

He knew that his cultivation had reached new breakthroughs, but he couldn't tell what state he had reached yet. However, the world in his eyes was now very different from before.

Everything in the world has become a spiritual body like humans and animals. Even tables, bowls, chopsticks, and even tents have countless bright and wonderful light spots flowing through them. In the past, he could only see this in humans or animals. Wait for this scene.

He stood up slowly, like a newborn baby, looking at everything around him curiously. When he took a step forward, he felt that his feet were cold. When he lowered his head, he saw that he had stepped on his own sword.

Tang Yin bent down, picked up the sword, held it in his palm, and looked at it back and forth. The same goes for the sword. There are countless light spots flowing in it, and its light spots are much denser than those of tables, bowls and chopsticks.

He looked at the sword and tilted his head. As his mind turned, the fire of darkness emerged from his palm. With a roar, the dark fire instantly spread to the sword, but this time the dark fire did not attach to the sword body, but began to burn the sword body.

In almost less than a second, the sword in Tang Yin's hand turned into nothing, not even a trace of residue was left, only a few more wisps of white mist floating in the air.

Tang Yin stared blankly at his empty palms. He was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that he had broken through the second level of the Dark Fire, the burning of the soul, and entered the third level of the Dark Fire, the burning of destruction.

There is a cloud in the inner sect Lingwu of the dark system that all things in the world are condensed by spiritual energy. You can remove the dross, take the essence, and use it for your own use. It turns out that this is what destruction and burning look like.

He finally mastered the dark fire of destruction and burning that he had dreamed of. Tang Yin thought that he should be very happy and excited, but he was not. His mood was surprisingly calm, like a thousand-year-old pool without any ripples.

The corners of his mouth raised in a wry smile. Ren Xiao once told him before that the state of cultivation can directly affect the mentality of a spiritual cultivator. This must be the reason why he is so calm now.

While he was thinking about it, he heard Yin Lan shouting outside: "Why hasn't the king come out yet? It's been more than an hour!"

In fact, Yin Lan's words were not loud, she was whispering to Asan and Asi, but to Tang Yin's ears, it was like shouting loudly in his ears.

More than an hour has passed, and I feel nothing. Tang Yin lowered his head and looked at his body again. There was not a single piece of clothing on him. Although his improvement in cultivation had made his mentality more peaceful, it did not erase his shame.

If he were allowed to go out like this, he would definitely make all the soldiers in the army laugh out loud. Thinking of this, black spiritual energy emitted from his whole body, and then the mist condensed into a solid layer, turning into a layer of flexible and metallic black armor.

He lightly tapped the ground with one foot, and the man was shot out like an arrow from a string. Maybe even he himself didn't expect that his jump would be so powerful. Hearing a bang, Tang Yin directly knocked a big hole out of the tent.

"Who is it?" No one, including Asan, Asi, Yin Lan and Qin He, who were guarding outside the camp, could see clearly what happened. They could only vaguely see a black shadow coming out of the camp, and it was straight. He ran towards Tang Yin's sleeping tent.

Everyone was stunned and stunned. After a moment, they suddenly came to their senses. Yin Lan was the first to scream: "Something happened to the king!" As she spoke, she ignored Tang Yin's prohibition and rushed directly into the camp. inside.

There was no sign of Tang Yin anywhere in the tent, only Nie Zhen's dried body and a large pool of blood on the ground. Seeing this scene, Yin Lan's head buzzed and she shouted with a trembling voice: "Where is the king? Where is the king now?"

Ah San, Ah Si, Qin He and the guards who followed were also dumbfounded. Yes, where has the king gone? Who left this pool of blood? Isn't it the king's? Then what is the black shadow that just broke through the tent and shot out?

There were too many questions in everyone's mind. Yin Lan shouted to the left and right: "What are you doing here? Go find the king!"

"Just now, I saw that the dark figure was heading towards the King's sleeping tent. We can go and check..." Before Qin He finished speaking, Yin Lan ran out of the tent like crazy.

Yin Lan was in front, and everyone was behind, running towards Tang Yin's sleeping tent in a hurry. When they were about to approach the sleeping tent, Asan and Asan both drew out their swords and waved to the guards behind them, signaling them to surround the tent.

The Feng Kingdom guards were well-trained and immediately surrounded Tang Yin's sleeping tent. Yin Lan wanted to rush in to see what was going on, but Ah San grabbed her first, shook her head slowly, and said solemnly: "Be careful of the danger!"

As he spoke, he waved his sword to the surrounding guards. The guards took a deep breath, and then shouted in unison: "Kill——"

With the cry of killing, everyone rushed forward together, and the rustling sound of sharp blades cutting through the canvas became one. In an instant, the canvas around the sleeping tent turned into rags, and the guards rushed forward in unison. Go in.

They rushed in with murderous intent, but after entering, they all stood still. Tang Yin was standing in the center of the tent, wearing a white brocade robe, but surprisingly, his hair and eyebrows were gone, and his head was shiny. On the contrary, his skin was rosy and shiny, and he was in high spirits. When his eyes moved, there seemed to be lightning flashing, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The guards were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses. They knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Your Majesty!"

Tang Yin did not mean to blame them. If he had not burned his clothes when he was reborn, he would not have rushed out of the central army tent so abruptly and caused such a misunderstanding. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, you all go out first!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Seeing that Tang Yin was safe and sound, everyone was relieved, and they responded and left the tent.

As soon as they left, Ah San, Ah Si, Yin Lan and Qin He came in. Seeing Tang Yin's appearance, the four of them were all shocked and asked at the same time: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you..."

"Nothing, I just inhaled too much spiritual energy and my body feels a little uncomfortable." Tang Yin touched his bald head and smiled embarrassedly.

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something and said seriously: "Send someone to Dongfang Mansion immediately, open the coffin and examine the body, announce the truth of Dongfang Yehuai's murder, and then announce the news that Nie Zhen is dead."

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Yin Lan bowed and responded.

"If Dongfang Yehuai's disciples still refuse to examine the body, then they must be forced to submit, and the body must be examined and made public no matter what!" The breakthrough in cultivation did not make Tang Yin forget the main business. If he killed Nie Zhen for no reason, it would be equivalent to forging a blood feud with Shenchi, but if he knew Nie Zhen's evil deeds in advance and killed him, then it would be reasonable and he would become Shenchi's benefactor.

This was also something Tang Yin had already planned. After he finished speaking, Yin Lan asked in a low voice: "My Lord, who should we send?"

"Let Yuan Rang and Jiang Fan go!" Tang Yin was really worried about sending someone else. Only Shangguan Yuan Rang and Jiang Fan were the ones that Dongfang Yehuai's disciples could not stop.

Yin Lan nodded and walked out quickly.

After receiving Tang Yin's order, Shangguan Yuan Rang and Jiang Fan did not dare to delay and immediately selected more than 2,000 elite soldiers to go to Dongfang Mansion.

Dongfang Mansion is now in mourning. Dongfang Yehuai's body has not been buried yet, and now there are dozens of disciples and casualties, especially Peng Jun and Chu Qing, both of whom are Dongfang Yehuai's direct disciples. As a result, both died at the hands of Huangfu Xiutai.

The bodies of ordinary disciples cannot enter the mourning hall. Only the coffins of Peng Jun and Chu Qing are placed in the mourning hall, together with Dongfang Yehuai's coffin.

When Shangguan Yuanrang and Jiang Fan arrived at Dongfang Mansion, there was a cry in the mourning hall. Looking through the gate, the front yard was full of disciples in mourning.

Jiang Fan frowned secretly. Under such circumstances, if he proposed to open the coffin for autopsy, the disciples of Dongfang Yehuai would rather die than obey! When he was thinking about what to do, Shangguan Yuanrang had already turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the gate of Dongfang Mansion with big strides.

The servant at the door did not recognize him. A young man stepped forward quickly and asked with a bow: "Excuse me, who is this..."

"Fengguo, Shangguan Yuanrang, come to pay your respects!" Shangguan Yuanrang said in a deep voice.

Oh! This man is Shangguan Yuanrang from Fengguo! The servant was shocked, and before he could react, Shangguan Yuanrang had walked past him and went straight to the mourning hall.

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but Shangguan Yuanrang had already gone in, so he couldn't stay outside any longer, so he had to dismount. Before entering the gate, he said to the servant, "I am Jiang Fan from Feng Country!"

Ah, another famous Feng General! The servant hurriedly bowed and said, "I meet General Jiang!"

Jiang Fan nodded and said calmly, "No need to be polite!" Then, he also walked into Dongfang Mansion.

Shangguan Yuanrang entering the mourning hall in a helmet and armor was actually very rude. After he came in, the disciples in the mourning hall all frowned, but people held back and didn't get angry. After all, he was a Feng General, and Shangguan Yuanrang was known as the God of War in Feng Country, so the disciples didn't want to offend him.

Soon, a famous disciple walked to the front of the spirit platform, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, turned around and handed them to Shangguan Yuanrang, and stepped aside. After Shangguan Yuanrang took the incense, he bowed three times in front of Dongfang Yehuai's tablet, and then inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

The visitors are guests, and after offering incense to the deceased, the relatives should express their gratitude. The disciples kowtowed one after another. At the same time as they kowtowed, Shangguan Yuanrang slid his feet and went directly to the back of the mourning hall, where the coffin was stored.

The disciples present were all stunned and did not come back to their senses for a while, until a loud bang came from the mourning hall, and everyone suddenly woke up. The eldest disciple Zhong He jumped up from the ground and shouted loudly: "What does General Shangguan want to do?"