Chapter 154 Tang Chen's Ingenious Plan Finally Saved Black Feather City

Because the heartless saint was killed, a large amount of death energy spread out, attracting countless huge dead spirits.

They are like a huge and conspicuous target.

The super-large Buddha's angry lotus fell and hit the center accurately.

Rumble!

The world shook violently.

Then, a magnificent mushroom cloud slowly floated into the air.

The endless nine-color divine fire swept, like waves washing, covering the dead spirits below.

In an instant, countless dead spirits wailed to the sky.

They were like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, melting and dissolving one by one.

Even those huge dead spirits wailed.

"What a terrible method!"

"In addition to the sword, the junior master is also terribly strong in other fields. For a moment, I thought he was the reincarnation of the God of Fire!"

"Can you believe that the junior master is just entering the Grandmaster realm?"

The crowd was stunned.

The nine-color divine fire swept and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It almost turned the tide of death into a sea of ​​fire.

"This method is indeed powerful, but it is still a little unrealistic to burn those quasi-saint dead spirits. After all, it is a little short."

"Even if it is burned, it will be useless. There are too many dead spirits. After they swallow the death energy, they can still launch an offensive."

"Death energy is a product of heaven and earth after all. We can only sigh in despair!"

Many people shook their heads and sighed.

But at this moment, a scene that subverted everyone's worldview appeared.

I saw that the dead spirits burned by the nine-color divine fire, the moment their bodies were annihilated, the death energy in their bodies was also annihilated. Not a trace escaped, let alone returned to heaven and earth.

"This... How is this possible!"

Countless people were stunned, and their heads were even more chaotic.

Why is the tide of death energy difficult to deal with?

It is because the death energy is infinite and it is impossible to be annihilated. The dead spirits can swallow the death energy to become stronger.

Back and forth, it is difficult for the flesh and blood of the cultivators to resist.

At this moment, the death energy was actually burned out!

Destroyed by the Nine-Colored Divine Fire!

"Ah..."

At this time, those huge undead spirits let out a shrill wail.

With their strength, they were enough to resist the burning of Tushe Ancient Emperor Flame and would not be annihilated.

But those dead air could not.

The dead air was stained with fire and swallowed by the huge undead spirit.

The fire exploded.

It rammed recklessly in the body of the huge undead spirit.

As a result, the dead air in the body of the huge undead spirit was also ignited.

"Dead air is the root of the cohesion of undead spirits. If dead air is ignited, no matter how strong the undead spirit is, it will be helpless."

"That's why, after the heartless saint was killed, Tang Xiaoyou did not rush to take action, but let the dead air pour out and attract all the undead spirits."

"Once the fire spreads thoroughly, these undead spirits can't escape even if they want to!"

The tone of the quasi-saint Luoyan was full of admiration.

It is rare and precious that Tang Chen can come up with such a brilliant plan in such a short time.

"Ah..."

The wailing of the huge dead spirits became more and more shrill.

Finally, they could not bear the burning of Tushe Ancient Emperor Flame and turned into nothingness one by one.

After they died, the flames spread more fiercely.

In the end.

The tide of death really turned into a sea of ​​fire.

All the dead spirits were struggling and wailing.

All the death was burned out.

The slowly moving flames once turned the sky into nine colors.

From a distance, it was shocking.

And Tang Chen stood on the rolling flames.

His face was as calm as water, his robe was flawless white, and his eyes slowly scanned the bottom, his posture was so calm and easy-going.

The crowd looked at Tang Chen with respect in their eyes.

There were still many demon cultivators here.

It was a foregone conclusion that the tide of death would destroy Black Feather City.

The appearance of Tang Chen abruptly reversed this dead end.

The tide of death was annihilated.

Black Feather City was saved.

All the forces don't have to start over.

This is all too beautiful.

Even if it's a dream, the crowd doesn't dare to think like this.

"Thank you, Junior Master, for rescuing us!"

"The actions of Junior Master will be remembered by Prajna Sect and will never be forgotten in this life!"

"I, Yuhu Valley, would like to thank Junior Master!"

"From now on, as long as Junior Master shouts, Feilang Mountain will respond immediately!"

The leaders of the forces bowed down and thanked Tang Chen deeply.

Many of them were real people.

They were all well-known figures in the entire Eastern Wilderness.

But at this moment, they thanked him one by one.

This was not about face, nor about strength, nor about seniority.

They simply expressed their high gratitude to Tang Chen.

"This time, we were able to stop the tide of death, thanks to Senior Yi. I was just the last one to finish it off..."

Tang Chen waved his hand, ready to tell the truth about the sword just now.

However, the crowd did not give him this opportunity.

Waves of cheers, thanks, and praises came like a tide, completely drowning out Tang Chen's words.

The entire Black Feather City swept away the previous loneliness.

Everyone was cheering.

It was like a scene of great joy.

…

When the tide of death was completely annihilated, it was already dark.

Tang Chen decided to go deeper into the dead land tomorrow.

In order to thank Tang Chen, the leaders of the forces specially held a grand banquet.

Tang Chen didn't like this kind of occasion, but seeing that everyone was happy from the bottom of their hearts, he didn't spoil the fun and drank with them for a few rounds.

After three rounds of drinking.

Tang Chen found an excuse to slip out.

As soon as he arrived at the courtyard, he saw Yi Zizai.

Yi Zizai was holding a pot of wine, leaning against a big tree, staring blankly at the night sky.

Tang Chen walked forward slowly and said in a low voice: "Senior Luoyan left?"

Yi Zizai didn't say anything, just nodded.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Tang Chen pondered for a moment, and said again: "Senior Yi, there is something I hope you can tell me."

"Are you referring to the matter between me and Quasi-Saint Luoyan?" Yi Zizai suddenly asked back.

"Ah?"

Tang Chen was stunned.

He could see that something must have happened between Yi Zizai and Quasi-Saint Luoyan.

But I'm sorry, Tang Chen is not interested at all.

What he wanted to ask just now was why Yi Zizai's pitch-black soft sword and Luoyan Quasi-Sage's silver-white soft sword could both cause the resonance sound of the Black Mystic Immortal Sword.

Obviously, Yi Zizai misunderstood what he meant.

"Senior Yi, I actually..."

Tang Chen hurriedly got the topic back on track.

But before he finished speaking, Yi Zizai suddenly laughed at himself, his eyes moving away from staring at the night sky, and his eyes staring deeply at Tang Chen: "Since you want to know so much, then I'll tell you!"