Emperor of Death

Chapter 310 Precious Wings
Shengzi rolled and wailed at Yechen's feet, and the original curse turned into a begging voice: "Yechen, please, please let me go, please."

Strong unwillingness occupies his heart. He is the promising son of the Soul Refining Sect. He is the proud son of heaven selected from countless young people. He holds supreme power and has an unlimited future. He doesn't want to die like this .

The severe pain caused his spirit to collapse even more. He boasted that he had a firm will, but this time he realized that his so-called firm will was nothing in front of the Eighteen Palms of Purgatory.

Resentment flickered in his eyes, how he wished that he was standing on the ground and Yechen was rolling on the ground.

Unfortunately, no matter begging or cursing, Ye Chen was indifferent and looked at him as if watching a good show.

"Holy Son, hurry up and save Holy Son." The lucky Soul Refining Sect rushed forward desperately, but was stopped by Meng Xinqi and others, beheaded.

Meng Xinqi was the first to complete the work, and took the lead in beheading all the masters of the Soul Refining Sect.

Then several people stepped forward and looked at the Son who was rolling and howling on the ground.

"Tsk tsk!" Meng Xinqi laughed happily, "It is rumored that the Holy Son is handsome and handsome, and now it seems that he is indeed so. The rolling posture and the wailing voice are different from others."

The little fat man stepped forward, kicked Shengzi hard, and then said with a smile: "Hahaha, Master Dou is also the one who kicked Shengzi, and he can take it out and brag about it for the rest of his life."

"You, you!" the Holy Son wailed, and these humiliations made him even more unwilling and angry, "Give me a happy time if you have the ability."

"Good idea." Meng Xinqi smiled sweetly, "We are very hospitable."

"Ah, I'll kill you." Shengzi wailed, clenched his right hand suddenly, and there was a silver light flashing, but the huge pain made him loosen his hand again, and continued to roll.

Yechen on the side shouted and smiled lightly, as if watching the most interesting thing in the world, which made Shengzi feel so aggrieved to death.

The trembling of the Son of God gradually weakened, black blood flowed out from his seven orifices, his body split open everywhere, and black blood flowed out, the whole person turned into a blood man, his body was twitching slightly, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger. Small, breathing also becomes weaker and weaker.

Lan Wen stepped forward, and finally cut off the head of the Son with a sword.

The little fat man snatched the flying wooden stick from Shengzi's hand, held it tightly in his arms, looked at the few people nervously, and said, "This time I will do my best. This is mine, and no one can do it." Grab it with me."

Yechen smiled and said, "Since you want it so much, it's yours. Clean up the battlefield, and we'll share the spoils equally."

The so-called cleaning the battlefield is to collect the wealth of the dead people. It took everyone nearly an hour for these things.

The little fat man kept trying to use the newly acquired flying stick, and gradually became familiar with it. Seeing that no one robbed him of this treasure made him very happy.

The loot was finally counted. Except for the treasures and elixirs, there were very few gold coupons. Perhaps knowing that entering this place was close to death, many people left the gold coupons to their families and went on the road with only life-saving things.

The elixir is very rich, there are even six fifth-rank elixirs in the storage ring of the Holy Son, and 78 fourth-rank elixirs.

As for sharp weapons, there are more of them, and each of these Soul Refining Sect members has at least one sharp weapon.

The precious armor on the Holy Son's body was actually a king-level magic weapon, but it was not easy to distribute this magic weapon.

Although Yechen also wanted it, he believed that there must be better things in the future, and he didn't want to be unable to get other things just because he took the treasure armor.

It stands to reason that Wang Ziyu worked a lot along the way, but did not get any good things. This sword should belong to him, but the style of the armor is male, and the armor on Wang Ziyu is better than that of the Holy Son, so it is given to him. She is also not suitable.

The same is true for Meng Xinqi, although Baojia is of great value to her, it is not a necessity.

The little fat man wanted it, but he was ignored by the three who just brought the flying stick.

Finally, Ye Chen said: "Put Baojia here first, let's go to the dog-wing clan's lair to see if there are any good things, and then distribute the treasures."

"Okay!" the crowd responded.

Then, Wang Ziyu, Meng Xinqi, and Fatty suddenly lifted off into the sky.

Ye Chen said calmly below: "Aren't you afraid of encountering some natural formations or the like, or the powerful dog-winged clan that survived?"

Yechen can't fly, so they can't let them finish the things first.

Meng Xinqi fell from the sky, said with a smile, "I'll take you for a ride." Then she took Yechen's hand and flew up.

Meng Xinqi's hands are very soft, if there is no bone, but the skin is very smooth and elastic.
The group flew cautiously, and finally stood at the entrance of the lair.

From a distance, this nest made of thatch and branches looks like a bird's nest, but when you get inside, you find that the nest is very magnificent, like a giant palace, which can also explain why the Ditong can accommodate so many dog-headed people .

The inside is very spacious, but there is a strong odor coming from it. There is no way, as the existence of animals, they cannot have the concept of hygiene.

When everyone entered the lair, they saw countless horizontal tree trunks above their heads. It must have been the place where the dog-winged people slept and rested, but now it is empty.

There are still many corpses and skeletons of the dog-headed wing tribe in the nest. Some corpses have rotted, and most of them are only bones. Everyone's eyes are attracted by a corpse directly opposite and diagonally above.

The corpse was placed on a high platform built in the middle. The corpse was a circle larger than ordinary kobolds, with a height of two meters. The body had shriveled and turned into a mummy.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the corpse's wings.

The wide black fleshy wings are like the wings of a bat, even after the owner has been dead for a long time, there is still light flowing on them, shining brightly.

Meng Xinqi suddenly said: "This is a pair of precious bones, no, precious meat, anyway, they are good treasures."

The warmed bones and teeth left by a peerless master can turn into precious bones, and this pair of meat wings are treasures that have been warmed by his master with great strength. Even after countless years have passed, they are still shining brightly.

It is conceivable that his former master must be very powerful.

The little fat man exclaimed: "What's the use of this meat wing, can I eat it?"

Ye Chen murmured: "You can refine him into wings. If this pair of wings is successfully refined, they will at least be treasures of the emperor's level."

"Imperial level!" The little fat man gasped, then looked at the wooden stick in his hand, thinking it was rubbish.

Ye Chen said indifferently: "Any treasure that can fly has reached the king level. Don't underestimate the wooden stick in your hand, it's just that you haven't discovered its usefulness."

"That's it." The little fat man smiled again and put it away.

There was some silence
Wang Ziyu glanced at Yechen, and said calmly: "It's too ugly to carry a pair of meat wings, I'm not interested."

Meng Xinqi smiled and said: "My Liuyun hairpin is more beautiful than this one, better than his, so I don't like these wings."

As for the little fat man, he got the wooden stick, how dare he speak up.

"Thank you very much." Ye Chen said in a deep voice, he knew that it wasn't that he was disliked by others, but that he deliberately gave it up to him.

(End of this chapter)