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Wenyang handed the Shennong Ruler back to Huang Xiaomei, looked at the emperor's hatred that was dimmed due to leaving the soldier master, slowly used the Bodhi Dharma magic skill that can restrain evil spirits, and reached out to take it from the emperor's hatred.

A cold and sinister force came from the hilt of the knife. For a moment, hallucinations filled his head. He was on a battlefield littered with corpses. Wearing armor, he suddenly became the 30th emperor of the Shang Dynasty, King Zhou.

Stepping onto the deer platform, boundless resentment welled up in my heart. I stood on the deer platform and roared, complaining about everything, and then I was about to draw my sword and kill myself.

Duh!

Wenyang suddenly snorted coldly, and the deafening Buddhist mantras came out of his mouth. The surrounding scenes distorted and disappeared, and Wenyang's spirit returned to the real world again.

Emperor Hen was still holding it in his hand. Wentian and Huang Xiaomei, who were on the side, did not notice his strange behavior just now. It seemed that it happened at that moment, but Wenyang felt as if several hours had passed.

Emperor Hate was still dim, but Wenyang keenly noticed that the subtle black energy on the blade disappeared in a flash.

As expected of the Emperor's Hate, he carries the resentment of thirty generations of Shang Dynasty emperors and possesses extremely powerful spiritual charm and corrosive abilities. It is estimated that the first time Bei Minglei got the Emperor's Hate, his mind was controlled by the Emperor's soul, and he was gradually assimilated and corroded.

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Wenyang had just come into contact with the Emperor's Hatred, and those Emperor Souls were obviously trying to repeat their old tricks under the command of the magic beads. Fortunately, he possessed Buddhist skills and was naturally able to restrain these evil ghosts. He also had the six-character Buddhist mantra, so he did not fall into an illusion.

"No matter if you are a magic bead or an emperor of the Shang Dynasty, you are just a weapon in my hands. Submit to me."

The authentic Buddhist internal energy poured into the Emperor's Hate crazily from the hilt of the knife. Under the pressure of the Buddhist internal force, the Demonic Sword Emperor's Hate suddenly erupted into black flames. Thirty emperor's wronged souls flew out from the sword, baring their teeth and claws, wanting to ask Wenyang

Pounce.

"Humph, I still want to rebel!"

A sharp light flashed in Wenyang's eyes, and he used all his strength to use the Purple Bodhi, the magical power of Bodhi Dharma. The image of Tathagata, the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, appeared faintly behind him. Because he had entered the innate realm, the image of Tathagata became clearer than before, which was purely an illusory shadow.

a little.

As soon as the Tathagata appeared, the emperor's soul, which was so arrogant just now, was like a mouse meeting a cat. In front of the majestic Buddhist aura, they screamed one after another, instantly retracted into the Emperor's Hate Knife, and huddled in a corner, with fear on their faces.

The look on his face, while the entire blade trembled slightly.

The Tathagata Buddha is a great god in the heavens, and is naturally a great deterrent to demons and ghosts. Although the emperor's soul was a human emperor during his lifetime, he cannot escape the category of demons and monsters after being reduced to a soul state. The most important thing is that no matter how powerful the emperor's hatred is, he still needs to hold weapons.

The two parties cooperated to activate it, and now it is in the hands of Wenyang, just like water without a source, it will naturally be suppressed to death.

"If you are not convinced or disobedient, I will beat you emperor souls to pieces." Wenyang said with a threat, and at the same time he mobilized his inner energy to continue to oppress these emperor souls.

Wenyang's words are not purely intimidation. Without the support of the weapon holder, the Emperor's soul hidden in the blade can indeed be forced out of the Emperor's hatred by the Buddhist techniques that restrain them. Don't look at how powerful the Emperor's soul was in the hands of Beiming Lei just now.

If they show their lustful power and have no support and are exposed in the air, they will easily be beaten to pieces.

After some threats, the Emperor's soul suddenly disappeared from the blade, and Emperor Hen no longer trembled. Wenyang felt that the resistance from Emperor Hen's body disappeared, and a message of surrender came.

Wenyang smiled slightly, he knew that he was not the one chosen by Emperor Hate voluntarily, nor was he the most suitable person for Emperor Hate, but what did it matter? With his strength, he could still make Emperor Hate surrender and be used by him.

Wenyang immediately removed the Bodhi Qi and input the neutral Xiaoyao Qi belonging to Taoist martial arts. Sure enough, he was able to mobilize the magic power contained in Emperor's Hatred. Flames flew out of the sword and could be directed according to his will.

Of course, Wenyang would never open his mind to let the Emperor's soul enter his body. Although that could truly unleash the power of the Emperor's hate, Wenyang was also sure that he would not be controlled by the Emperor's hate, but that would be the method of the devil. Wenyang's practice

The law determines that he cannot follow the evil path like Beiming Lei.

He now only needs the basic power of Emperor's Hatred as a first-level weapon to ensure that he can protect himself during the upcoming trip to Mount Tai.

At worst, it would be nice to find a divine weapon that matches his own skills and temperament in the future to replace Emperor Hate.

Wenyang waved Emperor's Hate with satisfaction. A first-level weapon was a first-level weapon. Even if Wenyang and he didn't get along, the feeling was definitely not comparable to a second-level divine weapon such as the Green Jade Ring Sword.

With Emperor's Hate in hand, his spiritual senses became more active, and he felt like he had the world under his control.

With a laugh, Wenyang held Dihen in one hand and Huang Xiaomei in the other, and he and Wentian jumped towards the ring below.

Stepping onto the ring, Nangong Tiexin's eyes full of complicated expressions were imprinted in Wenyang's eyes. Huang Yu grabbed the sword and escaped. Wentian chased until Wenyang appeared and grabbed the sword again. Nangong Tiexin saw it, but she did not intervene.

He made a move, but stood silently on the ring.

Nangong Tiexin glanced at the Emperor's Hatred in Wenyang's hand and the Shennong Ruler on Huang Xiaomei's back, and said solemnly: "The Emperor's Hatred and the Shennong Ruler are two first-class weapons, very good. Only the Emperor's Hatred is worthy of being in your hands, Wenyang

The title of a first-class weapon."

Nangong Tiexin meant that only those with cultivation level like Wenyang are qualified to command first-class weapons such as Emperor Hater, and only such people can be called true masters in her eyes. Like Beiming Lei, who was controlled by soldiers,

Despite its huge power, he still didn't put it in the eyes of the proud Nangong Tiexin. When Wenyang, who was of comparable strength, obtained a first-level magic weapon, she had to let her go all out to treat him.

Nangong Tiexin slowly drew out his sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest. The tip of the sword shone brightly in the sunlight and trembled slightly. The sword energy exploded several times more violently than before, sweeping across the arena within a ten-meter radius, blowing away the hard

The green steel stone floor was cut with sword marks.

The sword in Nangong Tiexin's hand is also very famous. It is the most powerful weapon of the Nangong family after losing the Tianjing. It is Tenglong, a second-level magic weapon, and the exclusive sword of the previous head of the family, Nangong Yi.

Although it is less than the first level, combined with the Nangong Family's Heart Sword Divine Art and Nangong Tiexin's cultivation, it is enough to fully unleash the power of Tenglong, a second-level magic weapon, and its power cannot be underestimated.

However, Wenyang made a move that surprised everyone at this time. He put away his emperor's hatred, waved his hand towards Nangong Tiexin who was getting ready, and said: "I have seen the unique skills of the Nangong family before. It is indeed extraordinary. I think I am no match for him."

, so the position of alliance leader belongs to none other than Young Hero Tiexin.”

His tone was relaxed, as if he didn't take the position of alliance leader seriously at all.

Not only were all the Beiming family members in the audience shocked, but Wentian also hurriedly grabbed Wenyang and asked in a low voice: "Ayang, what's going on? You can definitely beat Nangong Tiexin with Emperor's Hatred, why do you say that?

Isn’t he his opponent?”

Huang Xiaomei is the only one who always looks after everything. In her opinion, a mere alliance leader is nothing. For them, completing the mission of the main temple is the most critical thing.

Wenyang leaned into Wentian's ear and said, "Silly, my eldest brother, you have forgotten that our real name is Nangong, and the position of alliance leader is different depending on who we are. What's more, seizing the tiger soul is based on strength. Why do we need this false reputation?"

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Wentian was right when he heard this. Since he learned about his life experience, his thoughts have slowly changed. Although he has not recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan due to the situation, he has long regarded himself as a member of the Nangong family.

My heart is not as strong as before.

In this era, people attach great importance to blood relationships. The Beiming family has been kind to Wentian in raising him, and he will naturally repay him in the future, but it cannot change his strong sense of identification and belonging to Nangong.

After listening to Wenyang's words, Wentian focused on the tiger soul and the heavenly crystal. As long as the two brothers obtained these two heavenly weapons, they would definitely become famous in the world, and then they would be able to successfully return to the Nangong family.

Wenyang didn't wait for Nangong Tiexin to say anything, jumped off the ring, and returned to the Beiming Family's camp with Wentian and Huang Xiaomei.

"you!"

Nangong Tiexin never expected that Wenyang would give her such an answer. She punched out with all her strength, but it hit the air. She didn't react for a moment and watched Wenyang walk away.

Although the people of the Beiming Family are very puzzled by Wenyang giving up his position as leader, they don't have more energy to pay attention to this matter now. There are more difficult things for them to deal with.

Bei Minglei was deprived of the emperor's hatred by Huang Yu, and was kicked off the ring. At this moment, she was lying on the ground with her life and death unknown. Bei Mingxue was anxiously hugging her elder brother, trying her best to channel her poor internal energy.

After Huang Yu was kicked off the roof of the palace by Wentian just now, although he did not die at that time, he was beaten to death by Bei Mingxue and Beiming Villa disciples who rushed over. So far, the Infinite Ghost Team has only Wen Yang and Wen Yang left from the original seven.

Huang Xiaomei and Huang Xiaomei.

As soon as Wenyang and Wentian saw Beiming Lei's appearance, they knew that he was not far from death. In fact, after he cut off his arm to feed the Emperor's Hatred, all the life essence in his body was swallowed up by the Emperor's Hatred and turned into the energy that drives the Emperor's Hatred.

energy.

At this time, Beiming Lei had already run out of gas and was kicked hard by Huang Yu. It could be said that not even Daluo Jinxian could save him.

What's more, even if he is rescued, his sanity has long been destroyed by Emperor's Hate, and the best result will be nothing more than an idiot.

Wenyang and Wentian looked at each other and chose silence in a tacit understanding. They were originally unhappy with Beiming Lei, and if Beiming Lei was rescued, Wenyang would have to fight for the emperor's hatred in his hands.

Suddenly, Bei Mingxue let out a cry, but it was Bei Minglei who finally took his last breath, and the Beiming family suddenly burst into mourning.

Wentian quickly hugged Bei Mingxue and comforted the beauty.

"Miss Xue, I offer my condolences to you. Now we will inherit Brother Lei's legacy and seize the tiger's soul to appease Brother Lei's spirit in heaven."

After Wenyang said these words, his face turned a little red.

Huang Xiaomei, who knew what Wenyang was thinking, rolled her eyes and sighed, this guy is really thick-skinned.

However, Wenyang's words had an effect. Bei Mingxue, who had been crying just now, calmed down and said with a firm look in her eyes: "Well, Wenyang is right. We must turn grief into strength and go to Mount Tai to win the victory."

Tiger soul, this is how I pray to my elder brother’s spirit in heaven.”

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