The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

"Didn't you say that the great sage is very strong? But why is he like a three-year-old child in the hands of the opponent? If I had known this would be the result, I would definitely not have come out to fight. This is sending me to my death."

"That's right, we dared to go to Datang because of the number one Tubo leader sitting in the town, but now he is such a rubbish, I just want to run for my life."

"The great sage is dead, what should we do? Let's run away, let's run away, if we don't leave, we won't be able to escape!"

And at this time.

In the camp of the Tubo army, dozens of unrecognizable corpses were piled up together.

Suddenly, there was a gust of dark wind, and a large amount of death air poured into one of the corpses. The corpse opened its eyes, and then floated like a ghost towards the tent in Lunqinling.

At this time, Lun Qinling was fighting with his sister, when he suddenly saw a terrifying ghost coming to his camp, he almost died of fright.

Pulling out the sword beside him, Lun Qinling said.

"Who is here? I am the commander-in-chief of the three armies of Tubo, don't play tricks in front of me!"

The floating man looked at the frightened Lun Qinling and said helplessly.

"On the general, I am a great sage."

Hearing that familiar voice, Lun Qinling stopped panicking, looked at the great sage with bright eyes, and asked suspiciously.

"Great Sage, what's wrong with you? Why did you change your appearance again?"

Mentioning this matter, the great sage was quite helpless.

"Tonight, when we massacred the villagers, we encountered an ambush. We accidentally met the strong Tang Dynasty man who killed me last time. This time, he beheaded me again."

Hearing these words, Lun Qinling began to panic.

He didn't expect that the same situation would happen again.

Lun Qinling originally thought that after the resurrection of the great sage, he would be able to avenge his humiliation, defeat Li Kuan and even behead Li Kuan.

But he never expected that even if he was resurrected, even if his abilities were doubled, the great sage would still be no match for Li Kuan, and it seemed that he was easily defeated by Li Kuan.

Now Lun Qinling felt a little sad in his heart.

I miscalculated the strength of the great sage, and I didn't expect the great sage to be so fragile.

Now that he has boasted that Haikou will win Datang, if he just goes back like this, Lun Qinling feels that his good days will come to an end.

The helpless Lun Qinling asked with the last bit of hope.

"Great Sage, why? Why? Is that guy really that powerful!"

The great sage also had a rather helpless expression, and said.

"I don't know why, but the most likely reason is that my skill is not as strong as that guy, and I need to die a few more times."

"As long as I am strong enough, I will definitely be able to defeat the strong Tang Dynasty. As long as that guy dies, we will be able to defeat the Tang Dynasty."

Hearing this, Lun Qinling hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"Great Sage, according to your estimation, how many times will you have to die before you will be the opponent of the opponent."

After a moment of silence, the Great Sage spoke again.

"Every time I die, my understanding of death will become stronger, and my witchcraft will improve. Therefore, if there are enough reincarnated corpses, naturally the more dead the better."

Hearing this, Lun Qinling was also quite helpless, some people were asking for money, some were lustful, but they were looking for death, this was really the first time I saw him in his life.

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Lun Qinling always felt strange looking at the great sage who wanted to die.

But saving people is easy, but killing people is easy, Lun Qinling said directly.

"Great sage, how easy it is to ask for death. If you want to die, I can help you. I can cut off your head with one knife. If you do it a few times, your strength will increase rapidly."

Hearing Lun Qinling's words, the great sage frowned slightly, with a rather helpless expression.

"If it's really that simple, then it's fine. Only when someone stronger than me kills me can I become stronger, and someone weaker than me kills me, it will only make me weaker."

Hearing the great sage's explanation, Lun Qinling felt that this was normal.

After all, if you can become stronger after death, then the great sage died several times a day, and he would have already become the strongest.

No longer thinking about how to kill the great sage, Lun Qinling began to care about his soldiers and asked.

"Great Sage, the soldiers with you, how are they doing now?"

The great sage sighed, looked in the direction of Songzhou City with a gloomy face and said.

"If there is no accident, they will not come back."

Lun Qinling clenched his fist.

What the great sage said was too irresponsible.

I sent [-] soldiers to him, and went with him to harass the border outside Songzhou.

But because of the recklessness of the great sage, the [-] troops never returned, and all of them died in the Tang Dynasty.

In addition to the resentment towards Datang, he was even more angry towards Lun Qinling.

In anger, Lun Qinling asked directly regardless of his status as a great sage.