"What??" The expressions of the members of the Corpse Royal Clan changed drastically. Has Tang Yan captured Hanchen's soul?
Han Bing was indifferent as usual and did not show too many emotional fluctuations, but he was secretly alarmed. How could it be possible? Could he have guessed wrong?
"Do you think you are doing something very clever? Do you think you can kill me by borrowing Xiahou Cha's body? Do you think Hanchen's life source is hidden very secretly? Don't treat everyone in the world as a fool!" Tang Yan slowly clenched his right hand and said nothing.
Giving the dry soldiers a chance to investigate, they opened their mouths and swallowed the ball of green fire.
"Brothers, please spread out. We have reserved the city lord's mansion today!" Du Yang raised his hands and shouted, and everyone dispersed at full speed and landed in different directions, tightly surrounding the dilapidated city lord's mansion.
Xu Yan, Ren Tianburian, and Hell Judge lined up on the left and right behind Tang Yan, locking the Han soldiers tightly.
Today's battle should come to an end!
"Save it! Do you think you can deceive me with your tricks?" Han Bing snorted coldly, with a firm mind and a steady mind, not surprised by any changes. He also signaled to the clansmen, encouraged them, and demoralized them: "The soul of the young master has returned.
, the operation is over, let’s go and fight back to Cangwu Abyss!”
Are you really back?! The members of the Corpse Royal Clan were secretly worried.
"The operation is over, fight back to the Cangwu Abyss!" The Drought Soldiers let out their voices again, as if the sharp swords were unsheathed, the clanging sound was deafening.
"Obey the order!!" The crowd shouted loudly and responded firmly.
Out of the Golden Ancient Clan's sense of nobility and superiority, out of their blind support for Han Bing, the supreme imperial guard, and their firm trust in Han Chen, they chose to believe.
Everyone signaled to each other, quickly regained their momentum, and prepared to break out.
"Are you sure your prince is back? Hmm? Do you dare to wait any longer? It won't be long before we can break out of the encirclement." Tang Yan clenched his fists, accumulating murderous intent. This man was difficult to deal with.
Although there are four great saints on our side, who can feel the strength of the drought soldiers? If the drought soldiers insist on fleeing regardless, they may not be able to stop them.
It is easy to defeat someone but difficult to kill someone, especially in the Holy Realm.
The key is that Tang Yan himself was seriously injured and could not use his full strength.
"I'll be back." Han Bing helped Han Chen, still calm and steady, like a sharp sword, exuding hardness from the inside out, from the outside in.
Tang Yan was observing him, and he was also observing Tang Yan.
Tang Yan performed very well, but there was no escaping his eyes, which had seen tens of thousands of years of great changes. It could be basically concluded that what Tang Yan had just swallowed was not Hanchen's soul pill, and Tang Yan did not have Hanchen's soul in his hands.
Dan, otherwise Tang Yan would not be performing like this.
In short, Hanchen's soul elixir is lurking in other places, safe.
As long as he leaves Leiweng Ancient City with Hanchen's body and fights back to Cangwu Abyss, Hanchen's soul pill will naturally appear.
Huh? Not bad! Tang Yan was secretly surprised. Not only was this person difficult to deal with, he was also not simple!
Didn’t it mean that the heads of the ten thousand-year-old corpses of the Corpse Royal Family are not easy to use?
It's right to think about it. It must have taken thirty to fifty thousand years for the Drought Soldier to advance to the Holy Realm. His physical body and spiritual intelligence are almost tempered, and he has his own uniqueness, which is far more than other ten thousand-year-old ancient corpses. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do it.
Guarding the Corpse Emperor, he would not be assigned to guard Hanchen.
"You guys get out of the way, or should I fight my way out?"
Han Bing slowly shrugged his shoulders, picked up Han Chen's body with his left hand, and stepped off the altar.
"Crack!"
As soon as he landed on the ground, the city lord's mansion trembled slightly.
It was like the impact of a huge hammer, causing a violent impact. Countless cracks appeared on the ground, spreading densely in all directions.
The Drought Soldiers stride forward, brave and tenacious, with a very powerful and powerful aura, like a vast ocean tide rushing across the field, bringing heavy oppression to everyone.
"You really can't leave today!" Tang Yan smiled slightly and stood firmly in front of the dry soldiers. The soles of his feet were twisted on the ground, continuously impacting the power of the sky fire, strengthening the sky fire network, and isolating the space of the city lord's palace.
"Double emperor blood, haha, a rare genius, you are indeed something extraordinary, you want me to come and learn from you today?" Han Bing marched forward with steady steps, facing Tang Yan.
He was clearly alone, but it seemed like thousands of troops were coming, walking out of a battlefield to kill.
This is ‘shi’, the foundation and brand accumulated by a warrior.
He is really not afraid of the scene in front of him. They are just a few children. So what if his bloodline is strong? Strength depends on 'years', 'experience', 'courage', 'bloodline', 'martial arts', and 'flesh'.
Wait, there are too many factors.
"It's an honor! Please?!" Tang Yan raised his hand to invite the fight, his imperial veins were stimulated, and his holy power was aroused.
Xu Yan, Ren Celestial Burial, and Judge each arouse their own unique aura, which may not be as condensed and powerful as that of Drought Soldiers, but is still as heavy as a mountain and as solid as a rock.
They are fearless, steady on the spot, and their eyes are fiery and determined.
The confrontation between the saints and their auras caused the space in the city lord's palace to tremble slightly, causing the other half-saints to bear heavy oppression.
Hundreds of meters underground, Han Chen was almost going crazy. His sense of the physical soul thread was disappearing rapidly, almost completely cut off: "Damn it! Damn it! What on earth is Han Bing doing?! Are you trying to kill me?!"
The black spots trembled, showing Hanchen's excited emotions.
He is eager to try and break through the sky fire net with all his strength, but in Heiban's current weak state, he may not be able to break through the fire net!
"I obviously killed Xia Houcha, shouldn't Tang Yan be there in pain? He came so soon? How could he be faster than me!" Hanchen was so angry that he didn't believe in God or fate, but today he had to doubt God.
Playing tricks.
He admitted that today's battle plan has some flaws, some shortcomings, and some risks, but there is no perfect action in the world, and what battle does not have a sense of adventure? The victory of that war does not involve a lot of luck?
Flaws in actions do not mean flaws! He believes that there will be twists and turns in the process, but he is even more convinced that the result will definitely be successful.
Why has the situation reached now?
"Why!! I'm not willing to give in!! I am Hanchen!! I am the Destiny Martial Emperor!!" Hanchen roared angrily and shouted unwillingly. After losing Xiahou Cha's temporary body, would he have to lose his physical body again?
If that were the case, he would be completely destroyed!
He is not willing to give in!! He is very unwilling to give in!!
He kept shouting, hoping to attract Han Chen's attention. However, he was just a soul pill, stored in the black spot, unable to make any sound, only weak soul power fluctuations.
"Han Bing!! Han Bing!!" Han Chen shouted, angry, almost going crazy.
At this time, the dry soldiers on the ground suddenly stopped and laughed coldly: "Tang Yan, do you still want to pretend?"
"What?" Tang Yan insisted coldly, neither retreating nor avoiding.
"Your so-called tricks and so-called pride are nothing but jokes to me. The wars I have experienced during the drought are hundreds and thousands of times more than yours! To me, you are a little too young."
"So what if you are young? Who said that all those who die in war are young?"
Han Bing slowly put down Han Chen and supported him to stand on the ground: "What I want to say is that my Highness is back!"
"Oh?" Tang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Everyone paid attention.
The skinny Han Chen leaned against Han Bing weakly. He was dying and it was hard to tell whether he was dead or alive. However, as everyone observed, his right hand moved very slightly, and then his right hand shook slightly as if it was shaking.
.
These actions are very weak, even a little unnatural, but they cannot escape the eyes of everyone.
Han Bing was secretly relieved. His Highness was back! It seemed that he had sneaked back before he knew the battlefield was over! Prince Han Chen's performance was much better than he expected. In this way, he could attack freely.
Fight your way out and bring him back safely.
"Did Ku Po succeed? Or has Han Chen's mysterious origin actually returned a long time ago?" Tang Yan was secretly looking forward to it, but also on guard.
Rakshasa added his own blood-red lips, and his dark eyes glowed with a strange sparkle. Among the ghosts in hell, Kupo was obviously born in the late period, but as the pace of the war accelerated, it seemed to play an increasingly important role.
As he grew older, his relationship with the Lord of Hades became closer and closer.
If she really gets the credit she has today, I'm afraid she will receive higher treatment and become a very important presence in hell and even around the Lord of the Underworld, and she will be vigorously cultivated.
Should I do something myself?!
Is it better to show the strength of one's own clan? Or to form an alliance with Ku Po?
Not only Rakshasa was thinking secretly, but the other ghost masters also slightly shook their eyes. They have all been born with spiritual wisdom and have mature and complete consciousness. Everyone is eager for better and stronger growth, and everyone is eager to be faster and better.
To strengthen their own tribe, everyone hopes to become a 'sharp sword' in the hands of the Lord of the Underworld.
Nowadays, Hell is in a period of vigorous development, and it is also a great time for them to compete and perform.
If Kupo succeeds today, they will have to work even harder later.
"Hmm..." Hanchen let out a slight moan between his breaths, and his weak body began to move slightly again, as if his consciousness was still dazed and he had not fully awakened.
"Your Highness! Welcome back!!" Han Bing firmly supported Han Chen.
"Congratulations on your return, Your Highness!" The other half-saints of the Corpse Royal Family lowered their heads and saluted. This moment was not worthy of celebration, but it was worthy of rejoicing.
Hanchen's body moved unnaturally for a long time. From slight shaking to trying hard, it took a long time to gradually wake up. With a slight buffer, he held Hanbing's shoulder and shook it three times.
He stood up by himself.
The moment Han Chen's eyes met with Tang Yan's, Tang Yan's heart couldn't help but shrink suddenly, what happened?!
That look in his eyes was definitely neither dry nor purple, but a strange green light that flashed away but could not escape his observation.
"Prince Hanchen, welcome back." Tang Yan smiled lukewarmly, cupping his hands and clasping his fists: "You left in a hurry just now, and now you have to do it again?!"