Tang Yin slowly sat up, first looked down at his body, and then looked around.
He knew that his cultivation level had reached a new breakthrough, 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.
Waiting for this scene.
He stood up slowly, like a newborn baby, curiously looking at everything around him. When he took a step forward, he found 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 was true for the sword. There were countless light spots flowing in it, and its light spots were much denser than those on the 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 fire of darkness instantly spread to the sword, but this time the fire of darkness was not attached to the sword.
Instead of the sword body, it 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, and after a moment of confusion, 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. Everything in the world is 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 are 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.
He raised the corners of his mouth and showed 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 had passed, and he didn't feel anything at all. Tang Yin lowered his head and looked at his body again. There was not a single piece of clothing on him. Although the improvement in his cultivation level made his mentality more peaceful, it did not erase his
Shame.
If he were allowed to go out like this, he would have to laugh his big teeth out of the entire army. Thinking of this, black aura emitted from all over his body, and then the mist condensed into a solid, turning into a layer of flexible and metallic luster.
Black armor.
He lightly tapped the ground with one foot, and the person was shot out like an arrow from a string. Maybe even he didn't expect that his jump was so powerful. Hearing a bang, Tang Yin directly jumped
A big hole was knocked out of the tent.
"Who is it?" As San, Asi, Yin Lan and Qin He who were guarding outside the camp, no one could see clearly what happened. They could only vaguely see a black shadow shooting out from the camp and going straight to Tang Yin's side.
Go to sleep in the tent.
Everyone was stunned in place, and after a moment, they suddenly came to their senses. Yin Lan was the first to scream: "Something happened to your Majesty!" 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 corpse and a large pool of blood on the ground. Seeing this scene, Yin Lan's head buzzed, and her voice trembled as she shouted: "Where are you going, Your Majesty?"
Already? 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? It couldn't be the king's, right? Then he broke through the tent and shot out.
What is the black shadow?
There were too many questions in everyone's mind. Yin Lan shouted to the left and right: "Why are you still hanging around 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 first 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, San and Si both drew out their swords and waved to the guards behind, signaling them to surround the tent.
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The Feng Kingdom guards were well-trained and immediately surrounded Tang Yin's sleeping tent. Yin Lan wanted to rush in directly to see what was going on, but Ah San grabbed her first, shook her head slowly, and said solemnly: "Be careful of the danger.
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As he spoke, he waved his sword to the guards around him. The guards took a deep breath, and then shouted in unison: "Kill——"
With the cry of killing, everyone rushed forward, 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. They saw Tang Yin standing in the center of the camp, having changed into a white brocade robe, but what was surprising was that his hair
, his eyebrows are gone, and his head is bright and shiny. On the contrary, his skin is flushed and shiny, and he is full of energy. When his eyes turn, there seems to be electric light shooting out, making people dare not look directly.
The guards were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses. They all knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "Your Majesty!"
Tang Yin didn't mean to blame them. If he hadn't burned his clothes when he was reborn, he wouldn't have rushed out of the Chinese army tent so abruptly and caused such a misunderstanding. He waved his hands and said, "I'm fine, you all go out first."
Bar!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Seeing that Tang Yin was safe and sound, everyone felt relieved and responded one after another and exited the camp.
As soon as they went out, Ah San, Ah Si, Yin Lan and Qin He walked in. Seeing Tang Yin's appearance clearly, the four of them were shocked and asked in unison: "Your Majesty, what are you..."
"It's nothing, I just drank too much spiritual energy just now, and my body feels a little uncomfortable." Tang Yin touched his bald head and smiled sheepishly.
After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, and said seriously: "Immediately send someone to Dongfang Mansion, open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, announce the truth about Dongfang Yehuai's murder, and then announce the death of Nie Zhen."
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Yin Lan responded with her hands raised.
"If the disciples of Dongfang Yehuai still refuse to allow the autopsy, then no matter how hard you use force, you have to force them to submit. No matter what, you have to identify the body and make it public!" The breakthrough in cultivation did not make Tang Yin forget about the business. If he was
Killing Nie Zhen for no reason was tantamount to forming a blood feud with Shenchi. However, if he had known about Nie Zhen's evil deeds before killing him, then it would be logical and reasonable, and he would become Shenchi's benefactor.
This was something Tang Yin had already planned. After he finished speaking, Yin Lan asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, who should be sent there?"
"Let Yuan Rang and Jiang Fan go!" Tang Yin was really worried about sending others to go. Only Shangguan Yuan Rang and Jiang Fan could not be stopped by Dongfang Yehuai's disciples even if they wanted to.
Yin Lan nodded and walked out quickly.
After receiving Tang Yin's order, Shangguan Yuanrang and Jiang Fan did not dare to delay, and immediately ordered more than 2,000 elite men to go to Dongfang Mansion.
The current Dongfang Mansion can be said to be filled with sorrow. Dongfang Yehuai’s body has not yet been buried. Now there are dozens of casualties among his disciples, especially Peng Jun and Chu Qing. They are both direct disciples of Dongfang Yehuai. Both of them ended up
Died at the hands of Huangfu Xiutai.
The bodies of ordinary disciples could not enter the mourning hall. Only the coffins of Peng Jun and Chu Qing were placed in the mourning hall, together with Dongfang Yehuai's coffin.
When Shangguan Yuanrang and Jiang Fan rushed to Dongfang Mansion, there was a lot of crying in the mourning hall. Looking through the door, they saw in the front yard all the disciples wearing sackcloth and paying filial piety.
Jiang Fan secretly frowned. Under such circumstances, if he proposed to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, the disciples of Dongfang Yehuai would rather die than obey! When he was thinking about what to do, Shangguan Yuanrang got off his horse and strode towards Dongfang.
Go to the front door of the mansion.
The servant at the door didn't recognize him. A young man stepped forward quickly, raised his hands and asked, "Excuse me, who is this..."
"Fengguo, Shangguan Yuanrang, come to pay your respects!" Shangguan Yuanrang said in a deep voice.
Hey! This man is Shangguan Yuanrang from Feng Kingdom! The servant was shaken, but before he could react, Shangguan Yuanrang had already passed by him and headed straight to the mourning hall.
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but Shangguan Yuanrang had already entered, and he could no longer stay outside, so he had to dismount. When he entered the gate, he said to his servant: "I am Jiang Fan from Feng Kingdom!"
Oops, it's another famous general! The servant hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "I've seen General Jiang!"
Jiang Fan nodded and said calmly: "No need to be polite!" Then he also walked into Dongfang Mansion.
It was actually very rude for Shangguan Yuan to let a man with a helmet and armor enter the mourning hall. After he came in, the disciples in the mourning hall all frowned, but they refrained from getting angry. After all, he was a Feng General, and he was still in Feng Guosu.
Shangguan Yuanrang was known as the God of War, and his disciples did not want to offend him.
Soon, a disciple walked to the altar, picked up three sticks of incense, lit it, turned around and handed it to Shangguan Yuanrang, and stepped aside. After Shangguan Yuanrang took the incense, he bowed three times in front of Dongfang Yehuai's tablet.
Then, put the incense in your hand into the incense burner.
The visitor was a guest, and after offering incense to the deceased, the relatives had to express their gratitude. All the disciples kowtowed one after another. That is to say, at the same time as they kowtowed, Shangguan Yuan slipped his feet and went directly to the back of the mourning hall, where there was
Where the coffin is stored.
The disciples present were all stunned and could not recover for a while. It was not until a loud bang came from the mourning hall that everyone suddenly woke up. The eldest disciple jumped up from the ground with his jaw raised and shouted loudly: "Shangguan.
What is the general going to do?"
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