reborn as emperor

Chapter 922 922. Did I Said You Have Your Share in the Spirit Veins? 【First update】

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

Flying famous swords, like rainwater pouring from the sky, fell heavily with the sound of clanging gold and stones.This scene is a long story, but it is only a third of an instant.Then, the shocking sword light, which was also thousands of feet long, was shattered and crazily disintegrated under this palm!
boom!
The old lion king's eyes opened angrily, and he raised his scepter violently.

next moment.

The giant palm, which was as powerful as a bamboo, smashed down frantically with a gesture that was several times, even dozens of times more ferocious than before.Immediately afterwards, it could be seen that the [-] swords were blown away by this slap.

The peerless sword energy has become extremely dim!
"It seems that your sword move was broken by me!"

A smug look flashed in the eyes of the old lion king.

"I still have a sword!"

Yang Mucheng's pupils burst.

The sword energy that was already dim, like a candle that was about to go out at any time, unexpectedly increased at this moment, bursting out with a shocking bloody light.

"That is?"

Chen Longxiang and the others let out a burst of exclamation.

I see.

Yang Mucheng's last remaining sword was actually bright red, as if made of blood jade.During the flying of the sword, it was as if a bloody sun was rising, and even at this moment, the entire cave was rendered bloody.

"boom!!!"

This shocking blood light, like a sea of ​​blood churning up from the underworld, slammed into the giant palm of Qingtian fiercely in an instant.

In an instant.

This giant palm that lifted the sky was suddenly torn apart by this sword!

"what?"

A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the old lion king.

However, at the next moment, there was only a sound of tearing the blade and the flesh.

Like lightning, the blood-drinking sword quickly pierced through the old lion king's throat, with a spurt of fresh blood.A big head flew up on the spot...

"Father!"

"Father!"

The Lion King tribe wailed endlessly.

immediately.

This pair of hateful gazes all shot towards Yang Mucheng.However, even the old lion king died at the hands of Yang Mucheng, how could these ordinary lion kings be Yang Mucheng's opponents?In less than an hour or three quarters, the entire cave was already filled with blood.

"I knew it earlier, why bother?"

Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly.

He had let the Lion King Tribe leave long ago, but they didn't want to, and now they couldn't blame others for this fate.

"Lingmai!"

but.

Yang Mucheng's attention was not distracted for too long, all his mind was on the spiritual veins.Since I came to the Great Barren Mountain, isn't it this spiritual vein that I have been looking for so hard?

boom!
He grabbed it with his big hand, and the spirit pulse trembled violently, as if he was fiercely resisting.

but.

After all, this spirit vein has not yet produced independent consciousness, so how can it break free from Yang Mucheng's palm.Just when the spiritual vein was about to be subdued by Yang Mucheng, a long sigh came from a distance.

"Old Devil Yang, you better put it down!"

Speaker.

It was Chen Longxiang!
The dying old man with half of his foot in the coffin held up his face covered with corpse spots, and looked at Yang Mucheng indifferently.In a pair of deep eyes, there is a look of 'I want to grab the spirit's determination'!
"Oh?"

Yang Mucheng frowned, and looked towards the other party with a half-smile. "I didn't expect that you would still refuse to repent at this level?"

Yang Mucheng didn't care about Chen Longxiang and the others at all.

In his opinion.

After I beheaded the old lion king on the spot and leveled the entire lion king tribe, these people should have run away with their tails between their legs.But unexpectedly, at this juncture, they would dare to jump out?
But see.

Chen Longxiang sighed, as if he was very sorry.

"Old Devil Yang, you are unparalleled in talent, and you are in the prime of life. Naturally, you don't know the distress of us people! I, Chen Longxiang, practiced boxing at the age of three, internal strength and profound energy at the age of five, golden core at 360 years old, and half-step god at the age of [-]. read."

"I thought I would break through the shackles and achieve divine sense! Unfortunately, I didn't expect this shackle to be stuck in me for thousands of years. My lifespan is nearing the end, my body is covered with corpse spots, and my blood has been weakened to the extreme. Apart from me, these old brothers are also the same."

He pointed at Dugu Shinichi, and then pointed at the others, with a look of resentment at the untimely nature on his face.

"Now, this spiritual vein is our hope to extend our longevity. In order to survive, let alone you, even the emperor and I have to be pulled down."

Lonely Shinichi clenched the Asura Blood Spear tightly, shouted coldly, and said: "What are you talking about with this kid? He fought the old lion king once, and killed so many lion kings. Now I am afraid that his hands are already soft and his feet are soft. We can't fight anymore! Let's kill this kid first, dismember him, and then assign the ownership of this spirit vein!"

"I agree!" An old woman whose hair was almost falling out took two steps forward tremblingly. "This spirit vein is bigger than we imagined, enough for ten people to absorb it. We don't have to kill each other... Each of us absorbs one, break through the shackles first, relieve the worry of life, and then look for the next spirit vein Pulse, I don't know what this means?"

"I agree!" Dugu Zhen nodded seriously for a moment.

"I agree too!" Chen Longxiang nodded.

after all.

For them, if they could not fight, they would not fight.After all, the spirit vein is right in front of you, and no one wants to die at the last step.

As for Yang Mucheng.

They didn't care at all.

The fighting power that this kid showed earlier was indeed terrifying, not inferior to any of them present.But now?When he fought the old lion king, he was covered in wounds, and there was no one good place in his body. It was good enough to be able to stand up. As for fighting, he didn't have to think about it at all.

"I was the first to discover the location of the spiritual vein, so I should get an extra copy!" Chen Longxiang said lightly. "When I was in Xunlingmen before, I served as the sect master, and I also made a lot of contributions for everyone. So, I get an extra share, and everyone should have no objection?"

"Why?" Dugu Zhenyi sneered. "Xunlingmen is long gone, don't take the credit of 56 years ago as an issue now. Everyone has only one copy, and they will be distributed equally!"

Yang Mucheng stood where he was.

He just finds it funny.

He himself is still standing on the spiritual veins, the person is not dead yet, these people have already discussed how to distribute the spiritual veins.They simply didn't pay attention to him, completely treating him as if he didn't exist.

"Did you make a mistake?" Yang Mucheng unceremoniously interrupted the conversation of several people, and looked over with a half-smile. "I said, do you own this spirit vein?"

Swish!
At this moment, all eyes swept over.

There is sympathy, disdain, and sneer, but more of it is ridicule.

(End of this chapter)