Chapter 5487 Feng Tianshang's Rage (Sixth Update)

"How do you know?"

Feng Tianshang revealed a trace of bitterness: "How could it be him?"

"The founder of Confucianism has the power to gather eighty-one masters, and the one who knows these eighty-one masters best must be Dao Wujiang. As a disciple of the founder of Confucianism, he may have been familiar with each of you for a long time. Who can find all of you overnight? Who can be so familiar that even masters of weapon spirits like you can't stop them?

Only the so-called own people. "

Feng Tianshang's face fused, he felt his blood flowing rapidly, and his chest was stuffy.

"However, as you said, he is your old friend, so there are only eighty traces of reincarnation among the eighty-one masters, and he let you go!"

Feng Tianshang's face was ashen and cold, and he turned his head to look into the distance: "I want to ask him in person why!"

Boom!

A violent blood force gushed out, like an erupting volcano, spreading in all directions.

"Who is it? Dare to disturb the long sleep of the weapon spirit masters? "

An extremely sharp voice sounded, and a blood-red aura enveloped his body.

Ye Chen's eyes became deep. He didn't expect that there was someone guarding this cemetery. Could it be that there was some secret hidden here?

The man's eyes showed an inverted flame. Without any delay, two rounds of blood vortexes directly rolled towards Ye Chen.

This attack was enough to kill any existence below the Taizhen realm!

At this moment, Zhang Ruoling felt that he was stared at by an ancient beast, and his back felt cold.

Swish!

Ye Chen's eyes condensed, his soul turned, and the evil sword that came out horizontally hit the blood vortex, and it actually produced a few deflections.

The power of that person's meridians was so strong!

"Hongmeng Starry Sky, suppress it for me! "

At the critical moment, Ye Chen's aura burst out, and with a wave of his hand, a magnificent and brilliant starry sky suddenly emerged, covering the sky and the sun, and enveloping the blood-red figure.

This starry sky was floating with endless Hongmeng Mongolian aura, and there were huge stars quietly suspended.

Looking carefully, it turned out that those huge planets were actually talismans printed with Hongmeng Mongolian magic. The endless Hongmeng Tianmai suppressed them, which was shocking.

The aura of the blood-red figure suddenly changed when he saw this scene, and the blood and energy in his body burst out all of a sudden. Lava rushed into the sky and turned into a ten-thousand-foot fire beast, swooping down.

He was able to resist the suppression of the Hongmeng starry sky, which made Ye Chen's heart tighten.

The ten-thousand-foot fire beast pounced and collided with the Hongmeng starry sky. The talisman stars in the Hongmeng starry sky could not withstand such a majestic blood and energy, and they collapsed.

"Dragon Blood Swallowing Bone Sword! "

The blood-red figure waved his hands, and a very broad sword appeared in his palm.

"This matter is caused by me, boy, let me do it!"

Feng Tianshang's voice sounded in Ye Chen's ears, and the next second, Feng Tianshang had already controlled his body.

"Is your trick just like this?"

Ye Chen's eyes were cold, standing in place, looking at the blood-red figure swinging the sword.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Suddenly, the red light in Ye Chen's eyes flashed, and the monstrous soul power instantly entangled on the Dragon Blood Swallowing Bone Sword.

No one knows more about magic weapons than the Master of Weapon Spirits. Except for the eight heavenly swords, no magic weapon can escape the call of the Master of Weapon Spirits.

The Swallowing Bone Sword, which was originally unstoppable, was instantly sluggish under the flashing of the red light.

"Are you a Master of Weapon Spirits?"

The blood-red figure saw this and wanted to leave, but there was no chance.

"Rebel! "

A talisman appeared in Ye Chen's hand, and the talisman whistled out and stuck to the Dragon Blood Swallowing Bone Sword.

The violent blood power raged out from the body of the Dragon Blood Swallowing Bone Sword. The figure twisted and unexpectedly escaped from the control of the blood-colored figure, and the sword light pointed at the blood-colored figure without hesitation!

The blood-colored figure roared, the voice was fierce and full of fear. He never thought that there would be such a powerful weapon spirit master in this world.

"Senior, wait a moment!"

Ye Chen's voice sounded from the Samsara Cemetery: "His master may be the person we are looking for."

Feng Tianshang nodded. The figure defeated by the Dragon Blood Swallowing Bone Sword was no longer Ye Chen's opponent.

"Your master, is it Dao Wujiang? "

Ye Chen regained control of the body, and seemed to have no intention of forcing a confession, so he asked directly.

Zhang Ruoling looked at him strangely, but did not speak.

The figure showed a hideous smile, and then, all the breath of life was lost, and he actually killed himself.

"Brother Ye, is he a dead warrior?"

Zhang Ruoling asked. Although she had heard that all major sects would train a group of dead warriors to deal with some things that could not be shown directly for the sect, she had never really seen one.

Ye Chen nodded, "People who can be sent to guard the cemetery for tens of thousands of years are generally dead warriors, so I did not force a confession, but hoped to be able to tell me through his last expression whether I guessed right. "

"Did Brother Ye guess right?"

"No. He didn't seem to know who his master was. "

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoling nodded with some regret: "This is not bad. At least we know some information, which may be helpful for us to enter the Eastern Territory. "

She didn't know about Feng Tianshang's existence, so she naturally thought that this trip was also to sneak into the Eastern Territory.

"Well, Ruoling, I have something to tell you. I have a treasure with the soul of a powerful person attached to it. That powerful person is Feng Tianshang, who survived among the eighty-one masters."

"Ah?" Zhang Ruoling pointed at Feng Tianshang's tombstone in disbelief.

"Well, he doesn't know who wanted to destroy them back then. However, he was an old friend of Dao Wujiang and has a way to help us sneak into the East Territory. Just now, he felt that your blood power was a little special in your hand. You are a person born with a tattoo."

"Me? Born with a tattoo?"

Ye Chen nodded: "I didn't mean to let you participate in the East Territory, but at this moment, I have to take you with me."

"Brother Ye, I am very happy. In this way, I will not be the one who acts willfully and causes trouble for you, but your help!"

"Okay! In this case, let's go together!"

...

Huahuahua!

A fiery halo shone on Ye Chen's right palm, and countless brilliant lights emerged. His entire palm suddenly became as soft as Zhang Ruoling's palm.

"This!"

Ye Chen's face was extremely embarrassed. He was a man, and his right hand was the same as a little girl's. How could it not arouse suspicion?

"What's the hurry?"

Feng Tianshang's irritable voice sounded. Master Qiling's temper has always been extremely hot. At this time, because of Dao Wujiang's matter, he had already been furious and wished he could go in and question Dao Wujiang in person.