celestial reincarnation

Chapter 130 The Prestige of the Ancient Monument
Leng Wuya sneered and said, "It doesn't matter who gave me the news, the important thing is that you will die today if you don't have a weapon! That damned monk and the kid from the Temple of Divine Machines in the Western Regions are not here today, let's see who else is there!" I can save you!"

Ling Chen's long hair danced without wind, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he said proudly: "Since you don't want to say it, then I will kill you to search for your soul! I can kill you alone!"

Leng Wuya glanced at Feng Ling'er with a strange look, and said with a lewd smile: "This girl is quite watery, after killing you, she just took her back to serve her bed."

Feng Ling'er's pretty face was full of evil, and she scolded crisply: "Shameless!"

"The people in the Tianjue Sect are indeed inhumane, serving the bed? Today you will sleep here forever!" Ling Chen smiled angrily, his sharp-edged face was full of murder, and the world around him was spinning rapidly, turning into a Liu Guang rushed towards Leng Wuya.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Leng Wuya sneered all over his face, lightly raised his right hand, a fiery red light flashed, and slashed at the attacking Ling Chen.

It was only then that Ling Chen discovered that what Leng Wuya was using at this time was the long knife that the man in gray had dropped, and when he used it in Leng Wuya's hands, there was a trace of femininity in the raging flames.

Ling Chen's six worlds rotated rapidly, and the monstrous flames seemed to be undergoing an endless cycle of reincarnation in the six worlds, and soon turned into a stream of pure energy and dissipated in the six worlds.

Leng Wuya's blow didn't have any effect, and his face was also a little surprised. With a cold snort, an ancient banner about the size of a foot appeared from the top of his head, with dense black runes flowing on it. Hearing the shrill screams of the souls of the dead, it looked like a demon.

The black ancient flag fluttered out, and it soared rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it rose to tens of feet in size, covering the sky and covering the sun. There were illusory traces of people or beasts on it, and their faces were full of painful expressions, stern and ferocious.

A majestic mountain of bloody resentment gushed out from the black banner, half of the world was covered by clouds formed by the evil aura, and an illusory black dragon emerged from the evil aura, roaring and enveloping towards Ling Chen.Ling Chen's body in it is like a small boat in a huge wave, and may be submerged in it at any time.

The dragon opened its mouth wide, and an extremely powerful suction swallowed Ling Chen into its belly. The black evil energy flooded the entire void, only a giant black dragon stretched its teeth and claws in midair, looking terrifying.

Seeing Ling Chen being engulfed by the dragon, Feng Ling'er's brows were full of worry. She had already recognized the black dragon as the real soul of the dragon. Judging from its aura, it was definitely a mighty figure in its heyday. Among the ancient banners, it is unknown how long Ling Chen, who has no weapons, can last in the belly of the dragon transformed by the strange magic weapon of the young master of Tianjue Sect.

"Break it for me!"

Ling Chen's shout came from the dragon's belly, and the dragon, which was flying wildly in the air, began to tremble violently. Ling Chen's body rushed out from the dragon's back, and he waved his left hand violently. The shadow was shot out with a backhand palm, and the phantom of the ancient stele emerged, imprinted on the body of the black flood dragon.

Jiaolong let out a painful roar, but the phantom image of the ancient stele as tall as one person revealed an imposing manner like a mountain. The nearly hundred-foot-long Jiaolong was directly crushed from the sky by the seemingly ordinary ancient stele. The huge body struggled with all its strength but to no avail. His aura shrunk at a visible speed, and the wide-open dragon's eyes were full of fear.

Seeing this scene, Leng Wuya's evil eyes were full of disbelief. He thought that it would not take much effort to kill Ling Chen who had no weapons, but he didn't expect that even the dragon's soul in his secret treasure was easily suppressed.He sensed an ancient dao rhyme from the misty ancient stele, and vaguely saw some mysterious patterns on the ancient stele, but under the aura of the ancient stele, he couldn't see what the pattern was, and separated a ray of divine consciousness During the investigation, it was swallowed by the ancient monument again, and nothing was found.

"What kind of treasure is this ancient stele? Why did it suppress the dragon's soul in the Lingsha banner so easily?" Leng Wuya's face was pale, and his face was full of shock.

Ling Chen didn't answer, the killing intent in his eyes was boundless, and he blinked to Leng Wuya.Seeing the murderous intent in Ling Chen's eyes, Leng Wuya felt shuddering, unconsciously trembling slightly, the killing intent made him feel a little fear involuntarily.

Now that he has done it, as the young master of the Heavenly Absolute Sect, Leng Wuya is not a sloppy person, his eyes turned cold, and a huge evil spirit erupted around him.He actually put away the long knife in his hand, and stood in the void with his bare hands. Black light flickered between the hands he was waving at high speed, and a strange and tyrannical force surged from his body to all directions.

"Never mind your sorcery, break it for me!" Ling Chen's murderous intent was boundless, and he swung his right fist without any fanfare. The Shihuang meridian in his body flowed to his right fist, and the fist pressed the air into an invisible arc. It made a sonic boom and pressed towards Leng Wuya in front of him.

Leng Wuya also stretched out his right fist to meet Ling Chen's fist. When the two fists collided, a circle of air burst out on the spot, and the snow mountain below made a crackling sound.

While the two were struggling, Leng Wuya suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a little black light, which hit Ling Chen directly between the eyebrows, vicious and vicious.

"Cunning villain, I knew you would sneak attack!" Ling Chen sneered, his left hand seemed to move forward slowly and quickly, even his left hand and his entire left arm exuded the luster of an ancient monument, and he slapped that black glow Flying, an inch-long black needle fell into the snow mountain.

Leng Wuya was also struck tens of meters away by Ling Chen's full blow, and looked at Ling Chen in horror.His own cultivation base is higher than Ling Chen's. After using the evil method, his cultivation base is even stronger. Coupled with the sneak attack, he did not expect that he would be at a disadvantage in a head-to-head encounter with Ling Chen.

Seeing that Ling Chen's combat power far exceeded his prediction, Leng Wuya turned pale and turned around to leave.

"Where to go!" Ling Chen's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the six circles of reincarnation turned again, his figure disappeared in a flash, and he was behind Leng Wuya in an instant, with his left hand raised high.

Leng Wuya suddenly turned around, his eyes were burning with strange flames, his left eye was dark red, his right eye was dark green, and he said coldly: "You forced me! I will sacrifice you today!"

Before he finished speaking, a bewitching green knife drilled out from between his brows, and a destructive aura rippled out. Li Hun, who had accumulated tens of thousands of grievances, roared and wanted to drink up the blood of time. Ling Chen sensed it from it. A palpitating breath, as if the soul is about to leave the body.

"Ling Chen, be careful, this is an evil soldier transformed by a resentful spirit. When activated, it consumes the power of the soul, but it is born to restrain the soul." Feng Ling'er was from a prehistoric family after all, and reminded when she saw the evil knife appearing.

"This girl has some knowledge." Leng Wuya's face turned paler, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot. The green knife slashed at Ling Chen, as if it could devour the world.

Ling Chen heard Feng Ling'er's reminder, but his face became weird. Without blinking, he slapped the knife transformed by the wraith with his left hand.

A sneer appeared on Leng Wuya's face, before the smile spread, he suddenly froze. Ling Chen slapped the seemingly mighty knife, and the evil and resentment on it seemed to have been completely filtered and turned into a wave The pure soul energy merged into Ling Chen's body.

(End of this chapter)