Broken Night

Chapter two hundred and sixty-five ─ ─ so what?

Yang Tianxing didn't waste any time, his eyes were slightly closed like an old monk's meditation. This kind of concentration caused his mind to fall into the deepest meditation in an instant, and it appeared on two thirteen-year-old teenagers at the same time. It was incredible.

Memories of two worlds, and their teachings in Four Seasons Mountain. Under the stimulation of the battle with Wan Erhao and the mysterious pattern representing water, he accumulated a lot. The understanding of the pattern technique is constantly colliding and impacting in the mind, forming a new concept.

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In the same tribe, there were only two people in the main tent.

These two are father and son, and they are also the gods of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe.

Yuwencang and Yuwenlong father and son.

At this moment, Yu Wenlong's thigh has been healed by most of his tribe's doctors, but his face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss. But on that paper-like face, there was endless hatred: "Father, I want them to die! No... Even death is not enough, I want them to step under me..."

Yu Wenchang frowned slightly and glared at his son: "Shut up! Niezi, don't you know how much trouble you have caused this time?"

"You have been in the tribe for too long, sitting in the well and watching the sky. The dignified Four Seasons Young Master, can we afford it? Not to mention Yang Xia, the mountain master who stepped into the Five Palaces, but the master of the Winter Peak, Yang Dong... ..." Yu Wenchang seemed to remember something.

It was at the top of the Winter Peak, and several strong tribal chiefs were invited to the Winter Peak to drink tea and watch the snow.

At that time, a patriarch who thought he was enough to challenge the Four Seasons Realm cultivation base challenged Yang Dong.

Under the fine snow, the long sword on Yang Dong's waist has not yet been sheathed, and the patriarch of the Four Palaces has fallen to the ground and does not know if he is alive or dead.

At this time, they were shocked to realize that Yang Dong was already at the peak of the Four Palace Realm's strength.

Even if it's just Yang Dong, he already has the ability to sweep the entire sacrificial tribe!

Thinking of this, Yuwencang's eyes flashed with fear, and then he looked at Yuwenlong, his voice carried a touch of solemnity and reproach: "Don't mess with them again! Just let them rest for a night, and leave tomorrow. Go! If you offend the Four Seasons, at that time it will be a danger to our sacrificial tribe!"

Yu Wenlong lowered his head and responded, "Yes, father."

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, before Yu Wenchang couldn't see it, there was still a deep-seated hatred.

Yu Wenlong limped away from his father's tent, listening to the exclaimed cry of the young girl who was just in her youth when her 100-year-old father was carried into the tent, Yu Wenlong's eyes were extremely cold. He returned to his tent and activated the forces that he had run in the Jitian tribe over the years.

Not long after, more than a dozen figures appeared in his tent.

Of these figures, the one with the lowest strength has not yet broken through the Xiantian Palace, and there is only one person with the highest strength, who is a tattoo artist with the strength of the Three Palaces. Although Yuwenlong is the young master of the tribe, but limited by his strength and his father's prestige, the only person he can influence is the man with the tattoo of the three palaces in front of him—Zheng Ke.

Zheng Ke's identity is very special.

His strength is in the three palaces, and although he is not among the strongest in the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, he is still in the upper middle class. He has been in the Three Palaces for decades, and he has stabilized the realm and has a strong experience in tattooing. This kind of powerhouse who has stayed in the realm for many years, every one cannot be ignored.

It's just weird that Zheng Ke doesn't even follow Yuwencang's orders, but he obeys Yuwenlong's orders.

What's more, Yu Wenlong's unique Longyang habit was shot by Zheng Ke secretly and sent to Yuwenlong's tent several times. Therefore, Yu Wenlong also trusts Zheng Ke very much. This time Yuwenlong summoned, and Zheng Ke naturally arrived.

Yu Wenlong looked around for a week, and everyone he swept his gaze had a frenzy on his face.

The Jitian tribe is a rare tribe that is mainly based on faith, and the people who gather here, except for Zheng Ke, the eccentric, are all because Yuwenlong is the holy son of the tribe. For what they believed in their hearts, they were willing to die, and even thought it was a rightful death.

"I believe you all know the reason for this holy son's summons this time."

Yu Wenlong's voice, which was weakened by his serious injury, had a sacred and solemn look. With these methods, he and his father had already played well: "There are pagans who come to our tribe to sacrifice to the heaven, humiliate the belief in sacrifice to the heaven, and hurt the holy body of the Son of God. Such people cannot exist in the world. If such people are allowed to leave alive, It must be widely publicized, and in the future, the world will regard the spirit of sacrifice to the ancestors as nothing.”

Everyone present lowered their voices and roared: "Don't worry, Holy Son, I will not let those two heretics leave alive!"

Yu Wenlong frowned: "It's just that those two heretics will only stay in the Holy Land for one day. After tomorrow, they will escape. You only have the chance tonight."

Yuwenlong put his hands together, his face full of piety: "May the ancestors be with you."

The tribesmen of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe were full of fanaticism on their faces, as if they had been beaten with blood: "The ancestors are with us!"

After speaking, they left one by one.

Yu Wenlong was not worried, he knew that they were making final preparations.

Soon, only Yu Wenlong and Zheng Ke were left in the huge tent.

The pious color on Yuwen Long's face instantly dissipated, replaced by naked hatred. Zheng Ke is not a member of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, but a tattooist who came to the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe many years ago and has since taken refuge for a long time. So Yu Wenlong knew that this kind of thing was useless to Zheng Ke.

"Uncle Zheng, I want them to die." Yu Wenlong's face was serious, it was a serious and bone-chilling hatred.

In Yu Wenlong's world, he is the central point. If his father is the sky, then he is at least like the earth. As long as he wants, he can't get it. But today, Yang Tianxing ripped apart this fantasy world naked.

In addition to the resistance of Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao, it was more that Yang Tianxing easily captured himself with the strength of a palace.

With him growing up in this kind of greenhouse environment, even if the clansmen practice against him, they are all tied up, how could anyone dare to hurt him? This is in contrast to Yang Tianxing's well-trained marksmanship.

This kind of difference is a realm, but it is the strength to be knocked down in one face;

A solid background that even his own father did not dare to offend;

In addition to hatred, Yu Wenlong has a deep jealousy!

Hearing Yu Wenlong's words, Zheng Ke's face remained calm. I saw him nodded: "Well, then kill them."

Yuwenlong's face also returned to calm, and he didn't want to tell more lies to Zheng Ke.

"But, Uncle Zheng. Of those two, one is the young master of the Four Seasons."

"Well, so what?"

"So if you kill them, Uncle Zheng, you are likely to die too."

"Well, so what?"

"..."

Yu Wenlong looked at Zheng Ke very seriously, as if he knew this person for the first time.

After a long time, he looked back: "Please, Uncle Zheng."

"Yeah." It was another um, but Zheng Ke had disappeared into the tent.