man returning from hell

Chapter 450 The Day of the Emperor's Rise
Blood, sprinkled all over the world.

The smoke that covered the sky and the wandering city that was destroyed in the roar became the most dazzling new star.

hum!
When this scene happened, the whole world was silent.

Mo Wentian and the others stared wide-eyed and trembled.

Thousands of miles away, countless strong men who were watching here lost their voices.

"how is this possible?"

The third layer of Tiangong collapsed like a chicken and a dog, and was blasted off from the bloody altar.

That was Ji Junshi.

The lord of the wandering city.

A peerless powerhouse who has been famous for 6 to [-] years.

The Supreme of Eighteen Cities!

And now...

One finger.

With just one finger, he can be completely defeated directly, how can this be believed?
The world is silent.

Everyone looked at the roaring wanderer, but couldn't see Ji Junshi's figure clearly, and didn't know his condition.

But when they looked at Lin Tang on the supreme seat, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Butcher……

Butcher Don...

One, the bloodiest butcher who lived on madness and grew up on blood.

Lin Tang.

They know this name, and from today onwards, it will be spread throughout hell.

They know it too.

The Yang people's nightmare will begin to cover the entire hell from today, and even Jiuluo will be completely shaken.

Lin Tang was still sitting there, his gaze was always calm.

He didn't even stand up, just looking at the Wandering City below at an altitude of [-] meters from the bloody altar that was smashed through in front of him.

His hand is grabbing...

Grab it against the wandering city.

Everyone saw that there was a figure in a state of embarrassment, covered in blood, and was caught from there.

Like a kite with a broken thread, it was finally smashed in front of Lin Tang.

That was Ji Junshi.

Seeing Ji Junshi's appearance, all the city lords of the Sixteenth City turned their heads, not because they didn't dare, but because they couldn't bear it.

His appearance can be described as unprecedented embarrassment.

There was a bloody hole piercing through his chest, and his pale expression was even worse than the nourishment in the soul fighting arena.

That high and wandering city lord, the former No. 1, can only be left there now, looking at Lin Tang with those angry and desperate eyes.

"You...will still die..."

Ji Junshi spoke weakly, the murderous look and anger in his eyes never disappeared, on the contrary, it became more and more intense, even if he was seriously injured.

"Eighteen cities have always been ruled by Tianluo, you, a man of Yang, are already incompatible with the laws of heaven, but you are trying to do bloody things again.

Insulting Tianluo...not respected to Yan Jun, the supreme position, you want to sit...but you will never be safe, you...you can't even pass Jiuluo! "

His words were intermittent, with a sneer and disdain: "So... you will die... fall from this position, and pay the price for what you have done!"

Lin Tang smiled lightly and shook his head.

"maybe!"

He spoke.

Grabbing it with one palm, and one palm covering the sky, it directly grabbed Ji Junshi's body.

Maybe one day, he will die.

But I definitely won't die here...

As for what to say to humiliate Yan Jun?
He is Lord Yan, so why talk about humiliation!
It's a pity that Lin Tang no longer bothers to say these words...

"I'm waiting for you!"

Ji Junshi laughed miserably, laughing wildly.

With a firm grip of the blood palm, a generation of heroes, the number one powerhouse in eighteen cities, turned into blood mist in an instant, and entered Lin Tang's skin in an endless stream.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Mo Wentian, Queen Charm and the others watched this scene, clenched their fists tightly, fearful in their hearts, and finally knelt down slowly,

Also when they knelt down.

Thousands of miles, thousands of miles away...

The strong man who watched this scene finally knelt down as well.

Eighteen cities, following the death of Ji Junshi.

The destruction of the wandering city was all surrendered at the feet of the man above the supreme position.

……

"Tick tock..."

The rain of blood fell on Lin Tang's cold spring on the other side.

This means that at this moment, Lin Tang has entered the realm of Yae on the other side.

At the same time, a bloody light flowed through his soul, and his soul was rising steadily.

In the end, he entered the strength of the third level of the heavenly realm and directly crossed the distance of the second level.

The twelve-storey building, in this hell, finally exerted its due effect, and also allowed Lin Tang's strength to increase with lightning speed.

But he didn't show any signs of excitement, and remained calm.

All of this is just expected, after all, he is a strong man in the third level of Tiangong, not a group of others to look down upon.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Not moving.

Like a king looking down at the heaven and earth, looking at the sixteen city lords kneeling in front of him.

He doesn't say...

His eyes were also calm.

But it fell on the body of the city lord of the sixteenth city, his whole body was icy cold, as if he was being stared at by the god of death, like falling into the nine secluded worlds.

They know what he means.

but……

"Is... not enough?"

Mo Wentian, the city lord of Evil Ghost City, suppressed his fear and spoke up.

It can be seen that the black mist covering his body is rolling, unwilling to be reconciled.

Lin Tang still didn't speak.

He just looked at them indifferently, as if he didn't hear their words.

Mo Wentian sighed.

He was not talking, his palms were spread out, and a ray of black light gathered in his palms. It was a black butterfly.

Butterflies dance in the palm of your hand...

He raised his palm and showed it in the eyes of the world.

Seeing this scene, the remaining city lords finally sighed and raised their hands. There was also a halo in their palms, and there were spiritual objects circulating in the halo.

This... is the soul!

Ghost cultivator's natal soul spirit.

It's like the heavenly soul in the soul of Yangren...

Once the soul is destroyed, it will disappear, which is far more mandatory than the imprint in the main city.

The soul is controlled, even if they become saints and achieve extraordinary achievements, they cannot escape Lin Tang's control.

He gave birth, they gave birth!

He dies, they die!

They died, but he was still safe and sound!
Life and death are just a matter of his thoughts.

Sixteen strands of souls flew towards Lin Tang's palm.

He looked at him, held it slowly, and finally accepted it into his soul.

He finally stood up slowly from the supreme position.

did not speak...

Turning around, stepping into the void step by step, towards the direction of the city of ghosts, the world, Wusheng, watching his back, is gradually disappearing.

No one speaks.

The sixteen city lords were still kneeling on the ground.

Everyone in the world is also kneeling, and no one remembers to get up...

this day.

The meeting of Senluo is over.

this day.

Eighteen cities were all in the hands of one person...

this day.

The name of Lin Tang, the name of the butcher, spread to hell...

This day: it is called: the day when the emperor rises!
(End of this chapter)