Chapter 146: A wisp of remnant soul suppresses the bloody clothes
In the main hall, when Jiang Licheng was heading towards Jun Qingcheng, the aura of the void was like thousands of siege crossbows ready to go, creating unprecedented tension.
Lin Huang frowned for an instant, and as he flipped his palms, a dark array puppet appeared beside him.
Although Jun Qingcheng has entered Wuhou, it is difficult to compete against a strong person like Jiang Licheng, even though her martial spirit is very powerful.
Even the powerful martial spirit cannot match the realm gap between her and Jiang Licheng.
Lin Huang knew that in front of Jiang Licheng, the formation was nothing more than a mantis' arm acting as a chariot. But even if it was a mantis' arm acting as a chariot, it might make sense at some point.
Jun Qingcheng raised her head, looked at Jiang Licheng coldly, and did not speak.
"Don't think that if you don't speak, I can't do anything to you. The sword you just used to freeze the void was amazing, but it had no effect on me!"
Jiang Licheng sneered and killed Jun Qingcheng's thoughts with one word.
Jun Qingcheng still didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Licheng, and just stood in front of Yang Xuangan, looking at the oncoming Jiang Licheng.
Jiang Licheng looked sulky, wondering how his second-ranked Marquis Wu had ever received such indifferent treatment, and then said: "I am curious, in addition to the deposed genius Lin Cangxue, there are actually other people in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
There is such a stunning woman, who is already at the level of a Marquis of Wu at such a young age!"
"Tell me, who are you?"
Jiang Licheng scolded sternly.
At this moment, Lin Huang had walked out of the crowd, looked at the middle-aged man in purple in the distance, and yelled:
"Jiang Licheng!"
Ahead, Jiang Licheng turned his head and saw a dark array puppet suddenly smashing into his head. Jiang Licheng sneered, with a look of disdain on his face, and with a wave of his sleeves, he knocked the array puppet away.
"Little tricks!"
Jiang Licheng snorted coldly.
But at the moment when the array puppet hit, Jun Qingcheng's eyes brightened slightly, and he suddenly waved the long sword in his hand, causing the aura in the void to solidify again.
The sword light shone brightly and stabbed Jiang Licheng.
Jiang Licheng looked calmer, but he didn't expect that a puppet would distract him, allowing the girl in red to seize the opportunity...
Then, Jiang Licheng twisted his figure, broke free from the solidifying power of the void, and retreated suddenly.
The tip of Jun Qingcheng's sword touched Jiang Licheng's chest, but because of the latter's continuous retreat, it did not penetrate even half of the way.
"It's time for me to take action!"
Jiang Licheng smiled sternly, grabbed the long sword in front of him with one hand, and continued: "I really don't understand how a girl who has just entered the realm of Wuhou has the courage to attack me!"
With a worried look on his face, Lin Huang controlled the formation again and headed towards Jiang Licheng.
At the moment when Jun Qingcheng was killing Jiang Licheng and leaving Yang Xuangan, the figure of the blood-clothed Hou in the field moved instantly...
I saw his blood shadow moving towards Yang Xuangan.
The Xuanzi Army and the Renzi Thirteen Killers followed.
Looking at everyone arriving, the Blood-clothed Marquis sneered, and his body split apart again, catching people off guard.
At this moment, Shen Qingshan also flew up and headed straight towards Yang Xuangan.
Boom!
In front of Yang Xuangan, Shen Qingshan exchanged palms with the Xueyi Hou, and his whole body was immediately blown away, like a kite with a broken string hitting the wall of the hall, and he vomited blood.
The Bloody Marquis laughed and slapped Yang Xuangan with his palm.
Shen Qingshan's eyes widened, but he suddenly turned his head and shouted towards Lin Huang in the distance: "Plaque!"
plaque?
Lin Huang looked stern, turned to look at Shen Qingshan, and found that the latter was looking at him. Then Lin Huang turned to look at Yang Xuangan's body.
Yang Xuangan's corpse had been smashed to pieces by the Blood-clothed Marquis and turned into a ball of powder that flew away in the wind.
As the corpses were eliminated, the screams of the blood crows in the blood lake instantly became terrifying. The wings flapped even more intensely, and frightening auras rushed out.
The seal on the blood lake was broken at a speed visible to the naked eye as Yang Xuangan's corpse disappeared.
In the main hall, everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they all felt the breath of death enveloped their hearts.
At this moment, the Xuanzi Army and the Renzi Thirteen Killers were frantically chasing the Bloody Marquis, but the latter was laughing with pride. Once Yang Xuangan's corpse was destroyed, when the Blood Crow was born, everyone here would become him
's puppet.
Lin Huang's eyes flickered...
In the field, after Yang Xuangan's corpse was turned into ashes, a string of words appeared on the spot where he was sitting cross-legged.
"Nightwatchman Yang Xuangan is here to suppress the demon!"
Looking at the string of words, Lin Huang suddenly woke up and understood the meaning of Shen Qingshan's previous call for "plaque", and then rushed forward.
Under Yang Xuangan's body is a series of large indented characters in inscriptions.
The plaque that Lin Huang took off from the huge hall was a series of large Chinese characters with convex characters.
Lin Huang took out the plaque and immediately covered it with the inscriptions. From then on, the two strings of characters merged into one.
Boom...
Boom!
The moment the plaque fell, the hall suddenly shook.
The stone walls around the hall began to peel off, and little bits of starlight shone out.
In the main hall, everyone looked confused, not knowing what kind of change had happened.
As the stone on the wall fell off, countless light points gathered together, forming an extremely powerful force. The powerful aura occupied the entire hall, rushing like a raging torrent.
Jiang Licheng also stopped fighting with Jun Qingcheng and turned to look at the light spots in the hall.
The Xueyi Hou frowned, feeling a little unhappy.
I saw countless light points gathering in the void, shining like stars and dazzling like the sun. As they circulated, the light shone in all directions, and finally condensed into an illusory figure.
"Who invaded this king's tomb?"
In the main hall, thunderous scoldings followed.
Lin Huang raised his head and saw that the illusory figure was slightly older, but still very domineering. The navy blue round-neck robe was waving, and he seemed to have the aspiration to dominate the world.
Between the eyebrows, there is a sense of righteousness!
Yang Xuangan!
Lin Huang took a breath. He didn't expect that there was still a trace of Yang Xuangan's soul left in King Wu's tomb, and it was so powerful that it made everyone's breath freeze.
"Junior Shen Qingshan, the leader of Xuanzi Camp of Xuanyuan Mansion, pays homage to Mr. Yang!"
"Enter Xuan Zi Ying Shen!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Two voices sounded in the hall, and Shen Qingshan was seen holding a fist salute, staring at the remnant soul of Yang Xuangan with a solemn expression.
"Xuanyuan Mansion?"
Yang Xuangan looked a little sad, and lightly pursed the words "Xuanyuan Mansion" with his thin lips, and then asked hoarsely: "How many generations of Xuanyuan Fu have been there since the little master Changge!"
"The eleventh generation!"
Shen Qingshan looked respectful, "Now the head of the Xuanyuan Mansion is Lord Xuanyuan Tibing!"
"...Already eleven generations old!"
Yang Xuangan's eyebrows slightly furrowed with a look of sadness. A Wuhou's lifespan can reach more than five hundred years. He has only passed away for more than three hundred years, but Xuanyuan Mansion has experienced eleven generations of family heads. He can imagine that Xuanyuan Mansion's
The sacrifice reached such a tragic level.
"Who are you?"
Then, Yang Xuangan's eyes moved to Jiang Licheng and Xueyi Hou. Before the two of them could speak, a look of disgust appeared on his face:
"You have the breath of Blood Crow on you!"
The Blood-clothed Marquis frowned, then smiled solemnly and said: "Huh, I'm just a remnant soul, but I dare to be so high and mighty, even though I am the Blood-clothed Marquis!"
The blood-clothed Hou said with an awe-inspiring smile.
"The Bloody Marquis?"
Yang Xuangan smiled slightly, "Compared to the Evil King in the Yin-Yang Valley, he is nothing more than an ant. I was able to seal the Evil King back then, but if I want to kill you now, even a remnant soul can be easily captured!"
The Blood-clothed Marquis was happy and undaunted, saying: "There are tens of thousands of blood crows in this lake. It's too late to suppress the Blood Lake with your remnant soul, so how can you suppress me?"
"Is it?"
Yang Xuangan smiled slightly, moved his eyes, and then stopped on Lu Han, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then said: "My little friend, can I borrow a gun?"
Lu Han's dark little face tightened, he shook the golden gun in his hand, and then sent it out.
Looking at the golden gun in his hand, Yang Xuangan seemed to have a look of reminiscence on his face, caressing the golden gun with his wrinkled palm, and said hoarsely: "Three hundred years later, I can still see the Xuanyuan Golden Gun, and I will die without regrets!"
Then, Yang Xuangan suddenly roared, the golden gun in his hand vibrated, and the green dragon clinging to the gun flew out, heading towards the Blood-clothed Marquis at the speed of a rainbow piercing the sun.
All the breath in the main hall was suppressed by the golden gun at this moment.
The Xueyihou's expression changed drastically. Looking at the Qinglong that was approaching in an instant, his pupils quickly dilated and his figure suddenly split into two. But before the split was completed, a golden spear shined like breaking through the clouds from the sky...
The terrifying roar of the spear tip instantly penetrated the Xueyi Hou's head at the speed of lightning!
The Xueyi Hou's whole body was pierced by the golden spear, and was thrown high into the void. The tip of the spear sank into the stone wall, and the Xueyi Hou was hung up.
Everyone's expressions were shocked.
A wisp of remnant soul instantly killed the Blood-clothed Marquis.
This is the realm of King Wu!
Even a ray of remnant soul is an irresistible existence for Marquis Wu.
Then, Yang Xuangan turned to stare at Jiang Licheng and scolded:
"roll!"
Jiang Licheng looked sternly, looked directly at Yang Xuangan, and said: "You can't take action a second time, and I am not a blood-clothed prince!"
While the two were talking, the blood crow in the blood lake became more and more violent, flapping its wings crazily, and the sinister aura invaded out, gradually breaking the seal on the lake.
Yang Xuangan turned his head and forgot to look at the lake, then turned back to stare at Jiang Licheng and smiled sarcastically, "You are right, but so what?"
Afterwards, Yang Xuangan turned to look at Shen Qingshan and said: "I can only do this, and I will leave the rest to you. No matter what, you must not lose the reputation of Xuanyuan Mansion!"
Shen Qingshan nodded solemnly.
Yang Xuangan smiled sadly and looked at the blood crows all over the lake. His old eyes were full of determination. As his body moved, he landed in the sky above the blood lake.
"Are you the night watchman?"
At this moment, Jun Qingcheng's cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall.