Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

However, Tang Mingxin's face changed drastically in an instant, looking at the black filaments covering the sky that covered the tavern.

His pupils shrank like needlepoints.

As one of the patriarch's former confidantes.

No one knows better than him how terrifying the weapon in Tang Yuanhe's hands is!

The black magic umbrella forged by the power of the clan.

Already have the power to surpass the realm of the law!

The black thread as thin as a spider's silk has the ability to cut gold and cut jade.

What Tang Yuanhe did was clearly intending to kill him along with him!

"You have disappointed the old man too much, waste... has no value in existence."

"If it wasn't for your idiot son, the old man wouldn't have taken such a big risk to get rid of these members of the Hidden Night Group."

Tang Yuanhe's tone was clearly filled with anger.

"In order to avoid having long nights and dreams, you'd better die."

As the voice fell, the black filaments all over the sky tensed instantly!

call out!

The silk thread that cut gold and broken jade was drawn towards everyone in the tavern in an instant.

"Damn it! Bind the dragon rope!!!"

"Crazy wind!"

"One sword comes east!"

Xue Long and the others reacted instantly.

And in the tavern, there was the waiter who was injured by Xue Long.

In the blink of an eye, the black thread passed through her body!

The speed was so fast that even the cut wounds were not revealed for the time being.

"Do not!!!"

The unwilling roar became Tang Mingxin's last voice.

His magic weapon was under the threat of Tang San Zan.

lost its effect.

But even if the hexahedron is still there, he is destined not to be the patriarch's opponent.

The power of the dharma realm and beyond the dharma realm.

Just like ants and elephants, they are not in the same order of magnitude at all.

Tang Mingxin's body suddenly froze in place.

However, the black silk thread did not give up!

After the secret was discovered by Tang Sanzan.

It was absolutely impossible for Tang Yuanhe to keep them alive.

however.

"Aminima Buddha, why do people always rush to die in front of the Buddha?"

"This is really a question that makes sister Qi wonder!"

The purple gold Zen stick in Tang Sanzan's hand turned lightly.

The golden ring held in Jiulong's mouth suddenly made a crisp sound.

The invisible sound wave, carrying the pure Buddha's light, spread out in an instant.

"Ugh..."

"Zizi..."

"what!!!"

The moment the golden Buddha's light came into contact with the black filament.

From the weird silk thread, there was a weird voice that made the scalp tingle.

It sounds like there are countless human beings hiding in the silk thread, howling in pain and sorrow!

Xue Long and others heard this sound.

His face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at Tang Yuanhe angrily.

"You old bastard! In order to refine this thing, what horrible killings did you make?!"

"Is that why you want to kill someone?"

"For the birth of each so-called unique magic weapon in Tangjia Town, how many humans have you killed for it?"

"Are you all inhuman beasts?!"

Xue Long was out of breath, the anger in his eyes almost burned Tang Yuanhe to death.

Liu Mengyan and Su Xiaoran who gradually regained consciousness.

He also looked at Tang Yuanhe and the residents of Tangjia Town behind him with extremely cold eyes.

Wordless anger has filled their hearts.

The significance of the existence of the Hidden Night Group.

It is for the people of Yan Kingdom, so that ordinary human beings can have hope of survival.

The purpose of finding Tangjia Town is even more because of this!

But the cruel fact is so palpitating...

Chapter 207 Sacrifice and fulfillment?

"No!"

"This is impossible!"

"How could this be?!"

"How can the magic weapon carefully refined by the old man be so vulnerable!"

Faced with Xue Long's heartbroken questioning.

Tang Yuanhe didn't feel any disturbance in his heart at all, instead he muttered to himself with a dull face.

People from Tangjia Town who have embarked on such an extremely evil path.

Where would you care about other people's lives?

Even one's cronies, parents and children, and people of the same clan can kill as soon as they say it.

Their humanity has long been wiped out.

Can make him mood swings.

There is only the "Black Magic Umbrella" in his hand, which is called his proud work.

Hmm... It was so easy, Tang Sanzan broke the black silk thread that could cut gold and jade.

Only the ribs and handles like ferocious spikes remained.

In the face of this sudden blow.

Tang Yuanhe obviously couldn't accept it, and was a little suspicious of life for a while.

But soon, he reflected.

With extremely resentful eyes, staring at Tang Sanzan.

"It's you! You damn thing, why do you have the ability to restrain Tangjia Town's magic weapon?!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

Following Tang Yuanhe's madness.

Countless residents of Tangjia Town stood behind him.

And the strong Tangjia Town hidden in the dark.

They used their magic tools one after another.

in a blink.

The pear blossoms in the rainstorm are full of sharpness.

The poisonous fog grows everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

A small tavern, completely unrecognizable.

Dust overflowed, blocking everyone's sight.

A sinister and vicious hidden weapon, a poison that can kill ordinary people.

Crazy toward the smoke and dust, continue to attack away.

Although it has a unique magic weapon and impressive power.

But actually.

The clansmen in Tangjia Town have very little combat experience.

Also because he is not a monk, his perception ability is extremely stretched.

At the end of the day.

The clansmen of Tangjia Town are able to surpass ordinary people.

Relying on their special instruments.

His own ability is extremely weak.

"stop!"

After half an hour.

Tang Yuanhe gave a low snort with a gloomy expression.

His eyes fixed on the ruins of the tavern.

There were no screams, no sounds of struggling for help.

Someone who can easily destroy the surface of the Black Demon Umbrella.

Will it die so easily?

This question... hovered in Tang Yuanhe's mind and couldn't get rid of it.

immediately.

His heart skipped a beat, and the bone of the Black Demon Umbrella in his hand was thrown violently by him.

That weird umbrella bone, which was like a ferocious barb, seemed like a living life at this moment.

It fell to the ground, and in a strange way, got into the smoke and dust like a strange shape.

Then...

Click!

Click!

"Do not!!!"

Tang Yuanhe's catalog was about to tear apart suddenly, and his old voice was filled with unprecedented despair.

It's as if half of his body is about to sink into the ground, and he is being tutored by a hundred strong men... in turn.

Relying on the special inscription, the connection with the Black Demon Umbrella.

It has been quietly disconnected at the moment.