Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 882

Within three days, the news about Ling Yuchen's capture of the mountain soul body and being wanted by various sects also spread to Guangyuan County, Xueying County, and became known to the people of Hualongzong.

Liao Ding, the patriarch of the Hualong Sect, and Pi San, who was already known as the elder of the Hualong Sect, got together immediately after hearing the news, and discussed it, secretly sweating for Ling Yuchen.

"Brother Benefactor really broke the sky this time. The mountain soul spirit body can fall into any sect, but it is absolutely not allowed to be taken away by him who is not from the Eastern Dragon Empire. I am afraid that he is now He has become a public enemy." Liao Ding sighed with a worried tone.

Pi San narrowed his eyes, and said: "That being said, it is not so easy for them to deal with Mr. Ling. Mr. Ling's ability is beyond ordinary people's imagination. If you really annoy him, if you want to deal with him There will be no good fruit for those sects who are here."

"I hope so. It's a pity that my Hualong sect is so small that I can't help my benefactor." Liao Ding said helplessly.

As he spoke, he handed a list to Pi San, and continued: "This is the news from our sect. These are the people who threatened to kill Brother Ling and take back the mountain soul."

Pi San took the list and glanced at it carefully. Even though he knew what Ling Yuchen was capable of, he couldn't help but feel solemn.

"Lan Yu, a disciple of Baihua Valley, has left the sect and is determined to take back the mountain soul."

"Tong Wufeng, a genius disciple of Lianyun Mountain, wants to destroy the foreign enemies and show off the might of the Eastern Dragon."

"Li Jian, the true disciple of the master of the Yanyue Gate, Song Cheng..."

Looking at the names on this list, Pi San couldn't help but take a deep breath, because these people above are all talented disciples of the various sects of the Eastern Dragon Empire.

"If you kill Young Master Ling now, you can not only win the mountain soul, but also show your prestige in the Eastern Dragon Empire. Therefore, all these talented disciples have been mobilized." Liao Ding sighed.

Pi San tightly held the list in his hand, and said with a firm expression, "It's not an easy thing to want Mr. Ling's life."

……

Feng Qing'er agreed to leave Donglong Empire with Ling Yuchen and return to Xiwu Empire together.Ling Yuchen also promised to meet the master who had treated Feng Qing'er as much as a mountain before leaving.

However, now that he was on the cusp of the storm, he would naturally not head to Ice Phoenix Valley hastily. Instead, he had to think long-term and think of a safe way, not to give the big sects who were still coveting the mountain soul a chance.

After leaving Bingfeng City, the two headed south all the way, and once again came to the Wanzu Mountain, because the mountain soul had been subdued, and the thousands of warriors entrenched there had long since disappeared.

The Wanzu Mountain has also returned to the tranquility and desolation of the past, all the warriors who used to come and go have disappeared, and the towns on the edge have also returned to tranquility.

It was Ling Yuchen's idea to come to Wanzu Mountain, because he needed a quiet and safe place. At this time, it was the time when the pursuit of the sects was at its peak. He didn't want to confront him head-on, but chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

Moreover, he needs some time to accomplish some things.

In the hinterland of Wanzu Mountain, a stone chamber was dug out from the inside of a stone mountain, and it was cleaned cleanly. The stone walls were embedded with glowing gemstones, illuminating the stone chamber brightly.

A very powerful hidden talisman array was also arranged around it, not only isolating the sound, but also isolating all breaths.

In the center of the stone room, Ling Yuchen sat on a stone bench with his chest open, revealing a piece of his chest.He looked down at his chest, where there was a dark spot, which was printed on his body before the will collapsed and dissipated in the severed arm.

"What on earth is this?" Ling Yuchen frowned and said to himself.

He has already tried to perceive it with his spiritual sense, but this black spot seems to have a very solid protection outside, preventing him from exploring the inside.

It has been a few days, the black spot has not changed, and his body has not experienced any discomfort.

Even so, he didn't believe that this black spot would have no effect on him. Before the man in the black cloak dissipated, the resentment and hatred in his eyes could not be added anymore. Looking at his expression, he wished he could swallow him alive.

Feng Qing'er sat quietly at a stone table a few steps away, and seeing Ling Yuchen's expression of embarrassment, she asked with concern: "Yuchen, do you see the problem with that black spot?"

"Not yet, but fortunately, this thing has not affected me now."

Ling Yuchen responded, tidied up his clothes, and then took out the jade-scented sandalwood brocade box.

Opening the brocade box, looking at the severed arm inside the brocade box, a flash of heat and anxiety flashed in his eyes.

Since the last time he discovered the remaining will in the broken arm, he has never forgotten the martial pattern in the broken arm. The remaining will is so strong, which is enough to show that the broken arm was powerful in life, at least it was also the peak of the prehistoric realm the strong.

Then, how could the martial pattern remaining in the broken arm be an ordinary thing, and the martial arts secrets left on it must be very heaven-defying.

The will remaining in the severed arm has been shattered in the confrontation with the mountain soul, and now, he can probe casually.

"call out!"

He let go of his consciousness, turned into a silk thread, wrapped around the broken arm, and then slowly drilled into it.

Through his spiritual sense, he could clearly see the inside of the severed arm. Even though the arm had been severed for thousands of years and the flesh and blood had dried up, the muscles and bones inside the severed arm still felt very strong to him.

The spiritual consciousness slowly explored inside, and suddenly, a mysterious breath made his body shudder.

"It's Wuwen!" Ling Yuchen exclaimed inwardly.

Normally, whether it is a warrior in the sky realm or a great power in the wild, after death, the martial patterns in the body will also dissipate, that is, the body dies and the dao disappears.

However, this broken arm was obviously extremely powerful in life, and he used some means to retain a martial pattern in the broken arm after death!
It was a black martial pattern, like a black dragon, curled up inside the severed arm, although it was motionless, the aura it exuded made Ling Yuchen tremble with fear.The urge to surrender involuntarily developed in his heart, forcing him to kneel down!
"Humph!"

Ling Yuchen snorted, his face turned slightly pale, his eyes gleamed with stubbornness and coldness.

"I am not afraid of the remaining spiritual will, let alone just a martial pattern!"

After calming down, he used his spiritual sense to probe the past again, and under great pressure, he observed carefully.

"Burning blood! Awe-inspiring!"

These four words run through the martial pattern!

When he saw the word "burning blood", he had a feeling that the blood in his whole body was about to boil, but when he saw the word "悲天", he felt a deep sadness in his heart, which he couldn't extricate himself from.

"Sure enough!"

Ling Yuchen's face was red, he was panting heavily, and said in a low voice with sharp eyes.

"come out!"

He used his spiritual sense to slowly wrap around the martial pattern, trying to use his spiritual consciousness to pull out the martial pattern, trying to find a way to integrate it into his body, but the martial pattern was contained within the broken arm, and it was extremely firm, completely Can't shake it.

"Since you have fallen into my hands, you will be used by me!"

He held the severed arm in his hand, and suddenly exerted force on both arms. The powerful force made the whole mountain tremble, but the severed arm was not damaged at all.

"Thorn."

While Ling Yuchen was exerting force, a scale on the severed arm slipped across his palm, leaving a wound immediately, and a few drops of blood dripped out.

Ling Yuchen didn't notice this until the blood dripped into the broken arm and stained the martial pattern, making the broken arm start to tremble.

The martial pattern was stained with Ling Yuchen's blood, as if it had come to life, it suddenly tore through the muscles of the severed arm, roared and danced in a flash, and sank into Ling Yuchen's chest.

Ling Yuchen snorted, and when he looked down, he saw a fist-sized hole in his chest, and he could even see the internal organs in the chest cavity, and blood gushed out from the wound.

On the side, Feng Qing'er suddenly let out an exclamation, got up and walked towards Ling Yuchen quickly.However, before she reached Ling Yuchen's side, she was blocked by a red and black mask emanating from Ling Yuchen's body.

"Qing'er, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ling Yuchen said something hastily, but was enveloped by that red and black aura, and his figure became blurred.

Feng Qing'er clasped her hands together, looked worriedly, and finally, sighed helplessly.

The Wu Wen in the severed arm actually broke his chest, making Ling Yuchen's heart shudder, but immediately, he realized that the Wu Wen was merging into his blood and bones, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

He faintly felt that this martial pattern also had a hint of spirituality, and there was a sense of anxiety and urgency emanating from it, as if it was about to become extinct, and he was eagerly looking for a new host.

"Could it be because the remaining spiritual will in the severed arm is gone, and it is also facing dissipation?" He speculated.

But no matter what the reason was, the scene he most wanted to see happened, that was to incorporate the martial pattern of the super strong man in the prehistoric realm into his body and use it for himself.

"Wow!"

This foreign martial pattern merged into his body, and the process was extremely painful, as if a foreign object was stuffed into his body.

At the same time, the blood in the body is also flowing, constantly washing this martial pattern, the painful feeling is gradually relieved, and the martial pattern and his body are gradually matching...

After swallowing two pills in a row, the fist-sized wound on his chest slowly grew granulation and healed quickly.

The moment the wound was completely closed, a red and black aura charged straight up from his celestial cap, broke through the mountain, and directly penetrated into the sky, like a sharp knife out of its sheath!
This red light appeared suddenly, and disappeared very quickly, falling back quickly, and blending into Ling Yuchen's body!
(End of this chapter)