Chapter 162: Innate Hongmeng Body, Seal of the Four-Elephant War God

"cut!"

Tang Chen suddenly drew his sword.

A pure sword light bloomed, slashing straight at Lang Ting's right hand.

Since Tang Chen's opponent is a severed finger.

Then Lang Ting is a tool man.

As long as the connection between Wolf Court and Broken Finger is cut off, they can take the initiative.

puff!

The sword light landed accurately on Lang Ting's right wrist.

Even though Lang Ting possesses the bloodline of the Silver Moon Sirius, and his physical body is far stronger than that of human cultivators, he cannot withstand the sharp edge, and his right hand is instantly broken.

However, the right hand did not land immediately.

I saw the severed fingers releasing strong evil energy and forcibly connecting the right hand.

same moment.

There was still some evil energy coming towards Tang Chen.

The severed finger seemed to be alive, slowly turning in the direction of Tang Chen, with a sinister look as if it was about to kill Tang Chen.

"Want to turn me into a new tool?"

Tang Chen laughed endlessly.

At that moment, the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor's flames swept out of his body.

Wisps of nine-colored divine fire lingered, like a divine mansion that controlled all fires in the world, shrouding evil spirits and severed fingers together.

In this flash of light.

In the distance, suddenly a light green stream of light flew by!

The streamer locked on the severed finger!

The severed finger seemed to feel the appearance of the light green light, and actually trembled slightly.

Then, it gave up attacking Tang Chen, and even gave up resisting the light green streamer, and suddenly moved away, as if trying to escape.

It's a pity that the speed of the streamer is too fast.

Just as the severed finger was about to run away, it was enveloped by the stream of light and fell to the ground helplessly.

Tang Chen looked along the stream of light, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

There is a figure there.

At the age of a young man, he wears linen clothes made of animal skins and a dried deer skull on his head. He is barefoot, has unkempt hair, has a resolute face, deep features, and a bloody lotus mark on his chest.

This person is clearly a young undead spirit!

Tang Chen immediately turned his blazing eyes.

[Chi Lin: Born in the ancient war-god tribe, he possesses an innate Hongmeng body and a complete war-god bloodline. Due to the seal of the four-image war-god, he is now in a state of immortality...]

After seeing this information, Tang Chen was stunned for a moment.

First, his guess was correct. The young undead did come from the ancient war god tribe.

Second, the young undead actually possesses an innate Hongmeng body.

This is also a Taoist body!

Its ranking is second only to the innate chaotic body!

Ranked second!

Third, the young undead are now in a state of immortality.

"Suppression!"

When Tang Chen was surprised, the young dead spirit spat out an indifferent sound.

The next moment.

There was a thick light green aura surrounding him.

These auras enveloped the severed finger, further suppressing it and making it completely unresponsive.

At this moment, the evil spirit that filled the space disappeared.

Lang Ting, who was still showing his teeth and claws, immediately collapsed to the ground. The blood on his body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his flesh and skin also quickly became shriveled, and finally turned into a gloomy white skeleton.

Inside the bones was a mustard bag and a pair of bloody gloves.

Judging from the smell of the glove, it is obviously an immortal weapon.

High in the air.

Saint Baichuan, who was originally very proud, had a frozen expression.

The situation changed too quickly.

It was difficult for him to react for a while.

It wasn't until the mustard bag and bloody gloves appeared that a look of intense mourning appeared on his face.

"You... how dare you kill the young master of my clan!"

Saint Baichuan let out a heart-rending roar.

I saw silver hair growing on his body, and the moment his limbs turned into wolf claws, he pounced straight towards Tang Chen.

"madness!"

Yi Zizi said something coldly.

He swung his sword sharply.

When the sword light bloomed, the void between Baichuan Saint and Tang Chen was cut open silently.

Saint Baichuan was shocked.

Almost instinctively, he stopped his body and forcibly moved three inches to the side.

puff!

His right shoulder was punctured and blood was flowing.

If there was no dodge action just now.

It was definitely not his right shoulder that was pierced, but his heart.

Cold sweat broke out on Baichuan Saint's forehead.

He turned his head and glanced at Yi Zizi, his pupils filled with unprecedented fear.

Then, he looked at the bloody gloves again, his eyes extremely complicated, as if he was engaged in some kind of struggle.

final!

Saint Baichuan gritted his teeth and left here as quickly as possible!

"You still have some eyesight."

Yi Zizai sneered, put away his sword, and slowly fell towards Tang Chen.

At this moment, Tang Chen was staring at the young dead soul.

The young dead soul also stared at Tang Chen.

Both of them were silent.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

"Who left the lotus mark on the back of your hand?"

The young dead soul suddenly said something.

Hearing this, Tang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he is not a mute.

He was still wondering how he was going to communicate with the other party.

"A girl with a nine-vain body. She should be from the ancient war god tribe like you. She asked me to find her brother." Tang Chen said calmly.

The young undead man's expression was shocked.

He asked almost subconsciously: "A-mei... Is A-mei okay?"

really!

He is the girl’s brother!

Tang Chen shook his head: "Unfortunately, she is no longer alive."

The young undead's mouth twitched, and he said in a self-deprecating voice: "I am so stupid. It has been so long. How could my sister still be alive? It should be 10,000 years, no... it should be even longer, 100,000... or even a million..."

Hearing the words of the young undead, Tang Chen and Yi Zizai were stunned for a moment.

A million years?

The chaotic ancient times are only a million years away from now!

Could it be that the young undead has been wandering in the dead land a million years ago?

Tang Chen suddenly thought of the Four Symbols War God Seal.

This seal makes the young undead in an immortal state.

Is there any secret in it?

Doubts emerged one by one.

In the end, Tang Chen still resisted his curiosity, stretched out his hand, and pointed the blood lotus mark to the young undead: "She asked me to give this to you, and said that her memory is sealed in it."

The young undead hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the blood lotus mark.

A glimmer of light flashed.

The blood lotus mark fell into the hands of the young undead.

The young undead closed his eyes, as if he was watching the memory in the blood lotus mark.

His body was shaking and his breathing became rapid.

There were even hot tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Tang Chen and Yi Zizai did not disturb him.

They could feel that the young dead soul was extremely excited, but also sad, helpless, and emotional...

It was better to let him be alone quietly.

After a long while.

The young dead soul slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tang Chen with burning eyes: "Amei, do you have anything else to say?"

Tang Chen shook his head.

At this time, Tang Chen saw a gloomy color flash in the eyes of the young dead soul, and immediately said: "But when she died, she had a faint smile on her face, so she should have no regrets!"

The young dead soul shuddered suddenly.

He stared at Tang Chen deeply.

Then he knelt on one knee, pressed his right hand against his left chest, and made the most noble thank-you gift of the ancient war god tribe.

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