Ghost King City, in the Ghost King's Mansion.

Ling Jianchen and Dugu Xue stood in the middle of the hall, and on the main seat sat the Ghost King Dugu Aotian.

Dugu Aotian stared at Ling Jianchen, looking at the dark yellow light that was faintly emanating from his body, and couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: "This kid... has cultivated the "Underworld Holy Body Art" to the third level of perfection so quickly.

"

"Huangquan Holy Body Technique" is a body-refining technique created by the first King of Chu Jiang.

Even among the many martial arts in the entire Ghost King City, he is a being that can be ranked high.

In the Ghost King's City.

There are many strong people who practice this technique, but it is rare to be able to break through it to the third level of perfection in such a short period of time.

after all……

"Yellow Spring Holy Body Technique" can be practiced not only by possessing the holy water of the Yellow Spring, but also requires strong perseverance and will.

Otherwise, in the process of practice, it will be impossible to bear the pain of the physical body being tempered by the holy water of Huangquan.

certainly.

This is why Dugu Aotian doesn't know that Ling Jianchen has eliminated all the flaws in the "Underworld Sacred Body Technique". Otherwise, he might not be able to help but imprison Ling Jianchen and force him to hand over the improved "Underworld Sacred Body Technique"

.

Dugu Aotian calmed down his thoughts and said in a deep voice: "Jian Chen, are you sure you want to go back to the Haotian Sect now? There are so many powerful people in the Haotian Sect, especially their contemporary sect leader who is an outstanding person..."

He was very aware of the grudges between Ling Jianchen and the Haotian Sect.

This trip.

Either you die or I die.

Dugu Aotian is not optimistic that Ling Jianchen can fight against that behemoth alone!

Ling Jianchen said calmly: "My tribe and friends are all in the hands of the Haotian Sect."

No unnecessary explanation.

Dugu Aotian was thoughtful.

Duguxue looked at him with pleading eyes: "Father, with your strength, as long as you are willing to take action, how dare the Haotian Sect not obey? Can you help brother Jianchen once?"

"Nonsense!"

Dugu Aotian's face darkened and he said coldly, "Xue'er, have you forgotten the rules of my Ghost King City?"

Duguxue's breath was suffocated, tears welling up in her dark eyes.

"That's all."

Dugu Aotian's heart softened, he sighed, and looked towards Ling Jianchen, "Jianchen, I and all the strong men in Ghost King City have their own unspeakable secrets and cannot leave Ghost King Forest. However, even if you saved Xue'er, I can't either

Just sit back and do nothing. I will give you a ray of true energy, which is enough to withstand a full blow from a ninth-level martial arts expert. It should be able to save your life in critical moments!"

Buzz!

A wisp of black energy flew into the palm of Ling Jianchen's hand and condensed into a faint ghost character.

Ling Jianchen was stunned for a moment, and then he cupped his hands towards Dugu Aotian: "Thank you, senior!"

Dugu Aotian hummed: "Jianchen, I know that you are practicing the "Underworld Sacred Body Art". After you break through King Wu, you can go back to Ghost King Forest, and I will give you a big gift. Of course, there will be some

The matter may require your help."

This is a deal.

Ling Jianchen squinted his eyes, and while his mind was spinning, he nodded and said: "Okay, after I break through King Wu, I will return to Ghost King Forest!"

Half a day later.

Under Duguxue's reluctant gaze, Ling Jianchen left the ghostly Ghost King Lin and went to Haotian Sect alone.

Seeing Ling Jianchen's figure disappear in front of him, Dugu Xue looked at Dugu Aotian beside him: "Father, brother Jianchen will definitely come back alive, right?"

Dugu Aotian was stunned, opened his mouth, and sighed: "Maybe!"

With the power of one person, he tried to shake the three-star sect Haotian Sect.

It is as difficult as climbing to heaven!

………

Haotian County.

Haotian County has been extremely prosperous these days, countless times more lively than usual.

As the Heavenly Dragon War Festival approaches, not only the powerful men from hundreds of cities under the command of Haotian County will gather here, but also many strong men from Zisha County, Yan Luo County and Sandao County come here specially to get a glimpse of the younger generation of Haotian Sect.

of peerless grace.

"Who do you think will be number one on the Tianlong List this time? Jing Wuhe? Or Li Yunfeng?"

"It must be Jing Wuhe. He is the disciple of the leader of the Haotian Sect and has occupied the first place in the Tianlong Ranking for many years. It is said that he may have broken through to the realm of martial arts!"

"That's not necessarily true. Li Yunfeng is not weak either..."

"Don't you care about Ling Jianchen?"

"Ling Jianchen? Are you talking about the abandoned disciple of Haotian Sect? I guess he doesn't dare to show up at all!"

"That's true..."

Among the noisy crowd.

A young man dressed in black and carrying a dark red sword on his back was walking alone, out of tune with the noisy crowd around him, as if he were in two completely different worlds.

"Xiao Ling, now everyone thinks that I dare not show up, or that if I show up, I will come to die!" Ling Jianchen said with a smile to Xiao Ling, the soul-eating beast on his shoulder.

The soul-eating beast bared its teeth and claws, and made a low meowing sound.

It seems to be saying: They are blind and talking nonsense!

Ling Jianchen smiled and said: "You are right, how can the Haotian Sect stop my steps? There was a cold look in his eyes." The smile on his face faded slightly and he narrowed his eyes, "

I wonder how my father and the others are doing..."

The figures of Ling Tiexin and others could not help but appear in his mind.

Sound and smile.

Vividly in my mind.

His fists suddenly clenched into fists, and a fierce murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

Boom, boom, boom!

Bursts of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and the crowd started to commotion and dispersed to both sides.

Kick Kick Kick!

There was an intermittent sound of wheels rolling against the ground.

Ling Jianchen retreated into the crowd and followed the sound, and a cold breath suddenly burst out from him. Several people around him subconsciously retreated, showing expressions of astonishment: "What happened just now? I felt suddenly

It’s getting cold.”

"Maybe it's an illusion." One of them shook his head and asked the person next to him doubtfully, "Brother, what's going on in front of you?"

"You mean these prison cars? Those are the Haotian Sect escorting death row prisoners to parade through the streets. They have been going on for seven days and seven nights!"

"Death row?"

"Ling Jianchen, you know, right? These death row prisoners are his clansmen, and some of his friends. Each one of them has had his cultivation disabled, his hands and feet cut off, and tied up in a prison cart. The Haotian Sect will use the prison cart to pull them out every day at noon.

Come out and parade in the streets!"

While everyone was talking, the hundreds of prison cars were approaching from far away.

The vast number of prison cars formed a torrent of steel.

Figures with haggard bodies, pale faces, and no arms or legs were tied to the prison van.

The leader is none other than Ling Tiexin.

now……

Ling Tiexin looked lifeless, his hands and feet had been cut off, and his body was covered with dried blood scabs. Behind him were Ling Zhengnan, Ling Tiejian, Ling Tieshan, Situ Qianshan, Situ Qianjun, Xiao Lai and others.

.

Everyone's appearance is extremely disabled.

The human form is missing.

"Father, Grandpa Patriarch..."
Chapter completed!