V3.Chapter 19

Tang Yin slowly sat up, first looked down at his body, and then looked around.

He knows that his cultivation has made a new breakthrough, but he still doesn't know what level he has reached. However, at this time, the world in his eyes is very different from that in the past.

All things in the world have become spirits like humans and animals. Even tables, bowls and chopsticks and even tents have countless bright and beautiful light spots flowing in them. In the past, he could only see such scenes on humans or animals.

He stood up slowly, like a newborn baby, looking at everything around him curiously. When he took a step forward, he found his feet cold and looked down. It turned out that he stepped on his sword.

Tang Yin bent down, picked up his sword, held it in his palm and looked back and forth. The sword is the same. There are countless light spots flowing, and its light spots are much denser than those tables, bowls and chopsticks.

He watched his sword tilt his head, and the fire of darkness came out of his palm. As soon as I heard the cry, the dark fire spread to the sword in an instant, but this time the dark fire was not attached to the sword body, but began to burn the sword body.

In less than a second, the sword in Tang Yin's hand turned into nothing. There was not even a little residue left, but a few wisps of white fog were floating in the air.

The third level of darkness, the burning of the soul of Tang Yin, was like the burning of his own palm for a moment.

In the dark system, there are clouds in the Lingwu, and all things in heaven and earth are condensed by spiritual spirit. They can remove their dross and use their essence for their own use. It turns out that destruction and combustion is like this.

He finally mastered the destruction and combustion of the dream dark fire. Tang Yin thought he should be very happy and excited, but he didn't. his mood was strangely calm, like the pond of a thousand years without any waves.

He raised his mouth and smiled bitterly. Ren Xiao once told him that the state of cultivation can directly affect the mentality of spiritual practitioners. It must be for this reason that he is so calm now.

He was thinking in his heart and heard Yin LAN say loudly outside, "why hasn't the king come out? It's been more than an hour!"

In fact, Yin Lan's voice is not loud. She is whispering with ah San and ah Si, but listening to Tang Yin's ear is like shouting in his ear.

After more than an hour, I didn't feel it. Tang Yin looked down at his body again. He didn't have any clothes. Although the improvement of cultivation level made his mind more peaceful, he didn't erase his shame.

If you let him go out like this, you have to laugh off the big teeth of the soldiers of the whole army. Thinking of this, his whole body exuded black aura. Then, the fog condensed into a solid and turned into a layer of flexible and metallic black armor.

He gently touched the ground with one foot, but the man shot out like an arrow from the string. Maybe he didn't even think that his jump was so powerful. Just listen to the bang, Tang Yin directly hit a big hole in the camp.

"Who?" A San a Si and Yin LAN, who were guarding outside the camp tent, including Qin he, didn't see what had happened. They only vaguely saw a dark shadow coming out of the camp tent and going straight to Tang Yin's sleeping tent.

The people were stunned in place. After a while, they suddenly came back. Yin LAN first screamed, "the king has an accident!" As she spoke, she ignored Tang Yin's ban and rushed directly into the camp.

Tang Yin's figure is still in the tent. There are only Nie Zhen's dry body and a large pool of blood on the ground. Seeing this, Yin Lan's head hummed and her voice trembled and shouted, "where's the king? Where's the king now?"

Ah San, ah Si, Qin he and the bodyguards who followed in were also stupid. Yes, where's the king? Who left this pool of blood? Can't it be the king's? What is the shadow that just broke the tent and shot out?

There were too many questions in the hearts of the people. Yin LAN shouted to the left and right: "what are you doing here? Go find the king!"

"Just now, I see that the shadow ran to 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 the crowd was behind, running to Tang Yin's sleeping tent. When they were close to the tent, ah San and ah Si took out their swords and waved to the guards behind them to surround the tent.

The guards of the wind kingdom were well-trained and immediately surrounded Tang Yin's sleeping tent. Yin LAN wanted to rush in directly to see what happened. Ah San grabbed her first, shook her head slowly, and said solemnly, "be careful of the danger!"

As he spoke, he waved his sword to the guards around him. The bodyguards took a deep breath and then shouted in unison, "kill -"

With the cry of killing, all the people rushed forward together, and the rustle of sharp blades cutting the canvas became one. In an instant, the canvas around the sleeping tent turned into rags, and the guards rushed in together.

They rushed in angrily, but after they came in, they all stood still. Tang Yin was standing in the middle of the camp. He had changed a white robe on his body, but it was surprising that his hair and eyebrows were gone, and his head was bright and bright. On the contrary, his skin was red and shiny, and he was in high spirits. There seemed to be electric light between his eyes, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The bodyguards were stunned for a moment before they came back to their senses. Unexpectedly, they knelt on one knee and said in unison, "king!"

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 account of the Chinese army and caused such a misunderstanding. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. You all go out first!"

"Yes! King!" Seeing that Tang Yin was safe and sound, the people were relieved. They responded one after another and withdrew from the camp.

As soon as they went out, ah San, ah Si, Yin LAN and Qin he came in and saw what Tang Yin looked like at this time. The four were surprised and asked, "Your Majesty, this is..."

"It's nothing. I just took too much aura and felt a little uncomfortable." Tang Yin touched his bald head and smiled shyly.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something and said, "immediately send someone to the east house to open the coffin for autopsy, announce the truth of Dongfang yehuai's murder, and then announce the news that Nie Zhen is dead."

"Yes! King!" Yin LAN answered with an arched hand.

"If the disciples of Dongfang yehuai still don't allow the autopsy, even if they are strong, they have to obey. In any case, they have to verify the body and make it public!" The breakthrough in cultivation didn't make Tang Yin forget his business. If he killed Nie Zhen for no reason, it was tantamount to a deep blood feud with Shenchi. However, if he killed Nie Zhen only after he knew his evil deeds in advance, it would be reasonable. Instead, he would become a benefactor of Shenchi.

This is what Tang Yin has already calculated. When he finished, Yin LAN whispered, "king, who should be sent?"

"Let yuan rang and Jiang Fan go!" Tang Yin is really worried about sending others. Only Shangguan yuanrang and Jiang fan are the disciples of Dongfang yehuai. They can't stop them if they want to.

Yin LAN nodded and walked out quickly.

After receiving Tang Yin's order, Shangguan yuanrang and Jiang Fan dared not delay. They immediately named more than 2000 elite people and went to the east house.

Now Dongfang mansion can be said to add sorrow to sorrow. Dongfang yehuai's body has not been buried. Now there are dozens of casualties of disciples, especially Peng Jun and Chu Qing, who are all direct disciples of Dongfang yehuai. As a result, they both died in the hands of Huangfu xiutai.

The remains of ordinary disciples cannot enter the mourning hall. Only the coffins of Peng Jun and Chu Qing are placed in the mourning hall together with the coffins of Dongfang yehuai.

When Shangguan yuanrang and Jiang Fan arrived at Dongfang mansion, there was a lot of crying in the mourning hall. Looking through the gate, there were disciples in mourning in the front yard.

Jiang Fan frowned secretly. In this case, he proposed to open the coffin for autopsy. I'm afraid the disciples of Dongfang yehuai would rather die than follow! While he was thinking about what to do, Shangguan yuanrang turned over and dismounted and walked towards the gate of Dongfang mansion.

The servant at the door didn't know him. A young man stepped forward quickly, arched his hands and asked, "excuse me, this is..."

"Fengguo, Shangguan yuanrang, come to mourn!" Shangguan yuan asked Shen Sheng to say.

Yo! This man is the Shangguan yuanrang of the wind country! The servant was shocked. Before he could react, Shangguan yuanrang passed by him and went straight to the mourning hall.

Jiang Fan shook his head with a bitter smile, but Shangguan yuanrang had gone in, and he couldn't stay outside anymore. He had to get off his horse. When he entered the gate, he said to his servant, "I'm Jiang Fan of the wind country!"

Oh, another famous wind general! The servant quickly bowed his hands and said, "I've seen general Jiang!"

Jiang Fan nodded and said calmly, "don't be polite!" After that, he also walked into Dongfang mansion.

Shangguanyuan was actually rude to let the one with helmet and armor into the mourning hall. After he came in, the disciples in the mourning hall frowned at the same time, but people held back. After all, he was a wind general, and shangguanyuanrang, who is known as the God of war in the wind country, and the disciples didn't want to offend him.

Soon, the famous disciple went to the Lingtai, picked up the three incense sticks, lit them, turned back to Shangguan yuanrang and stepped aside. After receiving the incense, Shangguan yuanrang worshipped three times in front of the memorial tablet of Dongfang yehuai, and then inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

Visitors are guests. After giving incense to the dead, relatives want to thank them. All the disciples kowtow one after another. That is, while they kowtow, shangguanyuan let his feet slip and directly turned to the mourning hall, where the coffin was stored.

The disciples present were stunned and didn't return to their senses for a while. Only when there was a loud bang in the mourning hall did they suddenly wake up. The eldest disciple Zhong jaw jumped up from the ground and shouted, "what is the Shangguan general going to do?"