Chapter 680 Your so-called Hongmen is not shit in front of me
"Tang Xuantian!"
"You can control the three true meanings of swordsmanship. You must have received some mysterious inheritance. I have a suggestion. I hope you can consider it."
"How about passing on your swordsmanship to me and sparing your life?"
The silver-haired old man stared at Tang Ming with a fiery expression.
Overseas Hongmen is a world-class super chaebol, and there is an old monster in the divine realm sitting in the gate. He was lucky enough to hear the teachings of this ancestor.
The god-level ancestor once said: "The more you master the true meaning of swordsmanship, the more you can touch the origin. The more completely different swordsmanship, the greater the power of the fusion."
"Those who master a sword's will are geniuses in the way of swordsmanship."
"Those who master two sword intentions are swordsman monsters."
"He who masters the three swords will be the king of swordsmanship."
"If one can master the four sword intentions, he will be the emperor of swordsmanship."
Even the great god-level monks like our ancestors only mastered two sword intentions, but Tang Xuantian was young and relied on his cultivation in the golden elixir realm to master three sword intentions.
There must be external help in this.
Swordsmanship inheritance! The silver-haired old man's eyes were red, and he looked at Tang Ming full of greed.
"Tang Xuantian, if you pass down the art of swordsmanship to me, I promise not to hunt you down, and I am willing to recommend you to join the Waihai Hongmen, hold the position of protector, and enjoy Hongmen's massive training resources."
"Okay?"
The silver-haired old man's breathing became rapid.
Inheritance often exists in the soul of a monk. He is confident that he can destroy Tang Xuantian, but he cannot guarantee that he will seize the inheritance while destroying Tang Xuantian.
You can only lure them with benefits.
"Listening to what you said, it seems like you are sure to win over me?"
The corner of Tang Ming's mouth curled up slightly, outlining a hint of evil charm: "I do have the inheritance of swordsmanship, but the question is, do you have the strength to get it?"
The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Tang Ming like a poisonous snake.
Seeing that Tang Ming did not agree, his eyes flashed coldly, and he had already made up his mind to give Tang Ming some suffering first.
"Whoa!"
The soul-eating beetle surges.
Dozens of fierce ghosts swirled in black smoke, turning into billowing winds. In the black smoke, dozens of pairs of scarlet and violent eyes were frightening.
The sword intent strikes.
Not only were these fierce ghosts nurtured by the Soul-Eating Pan not to be afraid, but they bared their bloody teeth and bit into the sword. Although they were torn apart, they recovered instantly.
As long as the Soul-eating Pan is around, these evil ghosts will become stronger and stronger as they fight.
The silver-haired old man formed a magic formula, red light flashed, and a fierce ghost instantly changed from pitch black to fiery red, surrounded by boiling fire.
"Hiss--" The Fiery Fierce Ghost let out a strange roar, its breath thick and surging out.
Tang Ming pointed, and the Finger of Nirvana penetrated Li Gui, but Li Gui did not move at all, allowing the wound between his eyebrows to continue to expand, forcefully restart, and then expand rapidly.
After a while.
"Boom!"
The fiery ghost exploded with a bang, and the ground within a radius of several hundred meters trembled violently. The dilapidated three-story building behind it collapsed and turned into ruins.
The fire spread with the power of the explosion, and everywhere you looked, you were covered in a sea of flames.
Strong energy shot up into the sky, stirring up clouds and mist, and violent winds rose.
The explosion just now was comparable to a bomb.
Tang Ming flew upside down from the sea of fire. The clothes on his body were a little charred, and even the inscriptions on his battle body were dimmed.
"Tang Xuantian, this magical power I have is called "Soul-eating Explosion". The self-destruction of each fierce ghost is equivalent to the power of a Nascent Soul realm strongman's self-destruction."
"There are forty-eight powerful ghosts in the soul-eating pan."
"Are you sure you can withstand the power of the forty-eight Yuan Ying's self-destruction?"
The silver-haired old man smiled lightly: "I admit that your strength has exceeded expectations by a lot, but unfortunately, I am not in the ordinary Nascent Soul realm."
The Nascent Soul realm is also divided into strong and weak ones.
Just like the difference between secular cultivators and the monks from the hidden sect, even if they have the same cultivation level, the monks from the sect will be stronger.
This is like a key high school in a super first-tier city. Compared with a high school in a remote town, a poor student in the former would be enough to be ranked among the best in the latter.
The starting point of some people is already the end of everything that many people dream of.
Overseas Hongmen is a world-class super tycoon with terrifying heritage, terrifying resources, and countless orthodox cultivation inheritance and magical powers.
"Tang Xuantian, please consider my previous suggestion."
"The person you offended is the Leiming Hall, and I am the elder of the Liehuo Hall. There are also factional fights within Hongmen. If you pass on the sword to me, I will ensure that nothing happens to you."
The silver-haired old man stared at Tang Ming and spoke slowly.
"There is no need to think about it. If you overseas Hongmen dare to come, come and I will kill one of you."
"As for you."
Tang Ming raised his eyes, and a strange green light flashed in his deep eyes: "Do you think you can be proud in front of me because you are from Hongmen and have received orthodox cultivation inheritance?"
"terribly sorry."
"What you call Hongmen is nothing but bullshit in front of me."
Bullshit is not.
This is not an exaggeration. How could Xuantian War Lord, who had experienced the pinnacle of immortality in his previous life, value Hongmen's heritage?
It’s a big joke! “Presumptuous!”
The silver-haired old man shouted coldly: "Tang Xuantian, don't toast or eat as a penalty. I have seen many arrogant and arrogant geniuses, but most of them died on the way to cultivation."
"My patience is limited. If you don't consider the previous suggestions, I will have no choice but to shoot you to death."
Swish! Swish! Two more fierce ghosts were surrounded by fire and soared into the sky. The scorching wind roared and murderous intent boiled.
Tang Ming didn't say anything this time. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward and charged forward.
"Don't know what to fear!"
The silver-haired old man's face turned cold, and the fiery ghost on the left roared loudly and rushed towards Tang Ming, just as the two were about to collide and explode.
Sudden.
A wisp of deep black mist eerily spread out from behind Tang Ming.
The black mist shrouded more and more, and two huge scarlet dragon eyes suddenly opened.
"Roar——" The black dragon soul looked up to the sky and roared.
The power of the dragon is mighty, and the evil spirit surges wildly.
The black dragon soul rushed out wildly, and the originally lifeless Fiery Fierce Ghost suddenly stagnated in place, trembling and trembling.
This is oppression from the soul.
The black dragon clan has natural lethality against souls.
As for Tang Ming's black dragon soul, its predecessor was transformed by the dragon soul evil spirit, and its viciousness was extremely deep, far more than that of the evil ghost. This natural suppression was the suppression deep in the soul.
"Roar!"
The black dragon soul rushed towards me, and the ferocious dragon's mouth rushed towards me.
"Can you control the black dragon soul?"
The silver-haired old man finally changed his color and formed a magic formula. The fiery ghost surged violently, and the violent fire surged, trying to struggle for a moment or two.
But this struggle is doomed to be in vain.
The black dragon soul's eyes were filled with disdain. From the ferocious dragon's mouth, a ghost fire dragon's breath spurted out, directly corroding and extinguishing the bursting flames, making a corrosive sound of "chichichi".
As for the fierce ghost, without the blessing of the fire, it was swallowed up by the black dragon soul.