Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Lang Tiexin stared at the brothers Chen Wenchao, with unfinished fighting spirit and regrets, he slowly fell down, and finally closed his heavy eyes powerlessly.

And Lang Weiyuan, the instigator of the war, even though he was a formidable foe, seemed powerless in the face of Chen Xun's attacks and his physique comparable to that of a Titled Douluo.

Chen Xun suddenly activated the amazing soul skill bestowed by the eighty thousand year old torso bones - "Seven Killing Holy Body".

This was derived from the transformation skill of the former Hurricane Wolf King's terrifying talent, "Purgatory Blood Violence".

In the interval of every three seconds, the blood that filled the battlefield, the scattered corpses, the wounded who struggled and wailed, every ember of life and the life soul power in the air, all turned into an endless source of nourishment for this holy body, continuously injecting the fire of life into Chen Xun, allowing him to survive in the battle and become stronger and stronger.

Not only that, it can also condense a layer of blood-colored light outside the body, thereby greatly enhancing attack, defense and speed.

This effect is worthy of a Saint King-level soul bone.

Ye Xiuxin wandered around the periphery of the battle circle, replenishing Chen Xun's vitality and soul power from time to time.

With such powerful support, Chen Xun danced the sword in his hand like the wind. His combination of powerful and versatile soul skills was like a surging river, forcing Lang Weiyuan to retreat step by step.

Under this unstoppable torrent, Lang Weiyuan was finally unable to resist. His figure swayed in the endless sword light and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Lang Weiyuan, no words, no begging for mercy, everything was left in silence.

However, Tai Shang Lang Weihong had already fallen to the ground like a kite with a broken string, motionless, his life or death unknown.

Sect leader Lang Chengming and great elder Wang Zhen also fell from the sky like meteors. When Wang Zhen landed, his body shook violently and he lost all sound, apparently having died on the spot.

Lang Chengming struggled to land, his body in excruciating pain. He looked up at Chen Cong who landed right after him, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Qian Kun Douluo Chen Cong," he spoke with difficulty. Although his voice was weak, it was indeed filled with hatred. "Don't be too proud too soon. We are waiting for you in the Netherworld."

Chen Cong frowned upon hearing this. He looked at Lang Chengming coldly, "Lang Chengming, do you think that your Tianlang Sect still has a chance to make a comeback and seek revenge on our Chen family? Don't dream. That cave in Beichuan Creek, huh, do you think we don't know about it?"

Hearing this, Lang Chengming's face changed instantly.

He obviously didn't expect that the sect's secret passage had been known to the other party.

At this moment, the fire of revenge in his heart was extinguished by cold water, and was replaced by endless despair and helplessness.

………………

Go back a few minutes.

Duan Ziyue led a dozen elite disciples of the Tianlang Sect, quietly passed through the mountain cave in the night, and finally arrived at the secret cave exit in the back mountain.

Each of them had a solemn expression on their face; these people carried the hopes of the entire sect.

Duan Ziyue took a deep breath of the cool night air and said to his disciples in a deep voice, "Children, a hundred meters below is the turbulent Beichuan River."

"Although this short 100-meter jump is dangerous, it is a way out for our soul masters."

"If you can just jump into the water, they won't be able to track you."

"Xing Yin, take them away quickly. As long as you are still here, the inheritance of Tianlang Sect will not be cut off."

A hint of determination flashed in Lang Xingyin's eyes, but he still asked worriedly: "What about you, Elder Ziyue?"

Duan Ziyue smiled calmly, his eyes revealing determination: "The Chen family is very powerful, the sect master and the great elders are trying to buy time for us. As an elder, I must live and die with the sect to repay the sect for its kindness in nurturing me."

Hearing this, the disciples suddenly felt a little flustered. After all, they were only in their teens or twenties, and they knew very well how important Elder Duan Ziyue was to them.

"Elder!"

"Elder, you have to come with us!"

"Yes, Elder, you have to lead us to revive the sect!"

Amidst the chaotic persuasion, Duan Ziyue's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. He pretended to be reluctant and finally agreed to leave with his disciples.

It’s Lao Liu as expected.

Then Lang Xingyin turned his head and looked at the mountain, clenched his teeth, and said bitterly: "Qisha Jianchen family, one day, we will come back to take revenge!"

After saying that, he jumped down, and the others jumped into the darkness one by one and disappeared in the rolling water of Beichuan Creek.

However, not long after, the originally calm stream suddenly became turbulent, with whirlpools and foam everywhere.

The blood gradually dyed the water surface red, occasionally mixed with shrill screams.

A moment later, more than a dozen figures jumped out of the stream, holding the bodies of Duan Ziyue, Lang Xingyin and others in their hands, with smug smiles on their faces.

"Father, they have all been dealt with, and no one escaped." Luo Zongyan reported to Luo Qingrui.

Luo Qingrui nodded with satisfaction: "Master Xiaojun is really as good as a god. They really chose to escape from Beichuan Creek."

"We have to search the bottom of the stream carefully to see if there are any missed storage soul guides. The Tianlang Sect must have carried a large amount of inheritance and resources, and we can't miss any of them."

Chen Xiaojun, who has read many novels, is well aware of the classic plot of this method of escaping in the water, so he specially arranged for the Luo family, a black-backed dogfish who are good at water battles, to ambush in Beichuan Creek.

Unexpectedly, I really ran into Duan Ziyue and his group.

………………

Lin Feng, Lang Weiyuan's disciple, emerged nimbly from a winding cave a few miles away, like a nimble snake breaking out of the ground.

He was already familiar with this secret mountain path. Whenever he needed to sneak in and out of Tianlang Mountain, this tunnel was his only choice. He had passed through here countless times to avoid the patrol's close search.

He stopped and looked back, only to see the fire lighting up half the sky red. That was his former home, where he had lived for more than thirty years.

There was a flash of confusion and reluctance in his eyes, and his heart was burned by the raging fire.

“Grandmaster, when my cultivation reaches perfection, I will definitely find someone from the Chen family to settle the blood feud with the Tianlang Sect.” He whispered to himself, clenching his hands.

Just now, Lang Weiyuan personally handed a storage soul guide to him and urged him to leave quickly.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt an inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

He moved and flew out of the mountain like an arrow. The night wind was howling, but it could not blow away the gloom in his heart.

Suddenly, dark shadows emerged from the darkness and attacked him like black ghosts.

Lin Feng reacted quickly and immediately mobilized his soul power to resist.

The shadows gathered and a human face appeared. It was Mo Yuqi's face. He smiled coldly: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, the soul master of Tianlang Sect."

Lin Feng was shocked, but his expression remained unchanged. He asked in a deep voice, "How did you find me?"

Mo Yuqi raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth: "Guess."

Lin Feng looked around, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

He suddenly noticed that there were an unusually large number of fireflies around him, and immediately realized: "It turned out to be these fireflies."

Mo Yuqi nodded approvingly: "It seems that you are not stupid."

The fireflies flashed green light in the night, and countless little eyes were staring at Lin Feng.

The Firefly Dengyang family, this family martial spirit is quite unique, it is an affiliated family that combines reconnaissance and assistance.

Their martial soul, the firefly lamp, can actually release fireflies from the lampshade. It has keen insight and stealth, and shares perception with the soul master, allowing them to accurately capture any movement, making it very suitable for defense and reconnaissance.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and looked directly at Mo Yuqi: "You are a Soul Emperor, are you sure you can stop me?"

Although he is a high-level soul king and cannot compare to Mo Yuqi, with his speed, it is no problem for him to escape.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the sky: "What if I am included?"

Cheng Yun descended from the sky, with a huge claw in his hand flashing with cold light, and went straight for Lin Feng.

The power of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw cannot be underestimated. Lin Feng was immediately caught in a situation where he was attacked from all sides.