The Skeleton Corps is not only Lin Feng's secret legion, but also his killer weapon, which may be able to have unexpected effects at a critical time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lin Feng's entourage was also surprised and excited, they didn't expect that their young master not only had a divine beast mount, but also a mysterious legion.

The stronger Lin Feng is, the more they like it, after all, no one wants to follow a real waste, the most terrible thing about people is to live in a life without hope.

The Red Flame Dragon pulled the golden chariot carrying Lin Feng and his men and galloped towards the south.

The speed of the Red Flame Dragon Stung was extremely fast, and in the golden chariot, only the forest peaks could be seen constantly retreating.

Along the way, Lin Feng and the others did not delay and went straight to Tangjiabao.

Approaching the boundary of Tangjiabao, Tang Sanpang couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Brother Feng, what do you say would happen to my parents if they knew that I had become a disciple of the Cambrian Academy?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Of course they will be very happy."

"Hmm."

Tang Sanpang looked forward to it, he thought that his parents would definitely praise him this time, as soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanpang urged: "Brother Feng, can you make your mount a little faster?"

Lin Feng smiled a little helplessly: "This Red Flame Dragon Sting is fast enough, it only took us less than ten days to reach the Tang Gate Realm, this speed does not know how many times that of ordinary horses, its speed is not much slower than flying, you actually let it speed up, then you let it die."

Tang San smiled fatly, "How can that be, your mount can be called a divine beast, wouldn't it be a pity to die?" That's it, just wait patiently! ”

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, and it took a long time for them to finally reach Tangjiabao.

The autumn wind is blowing, the branches are withering, the fallen leaves are paving the roads, and there is a desolate scene everywhere.

Tang Sanpang couldn't help frowning, and said curiously: "Why is there no one to clean the ground?"

Squeak!

The gate of Tangjiabao was not closed, and a gust of wind blew, making a squeaking sound.

"You don't even close the door?"

Tang Sanfat quickened his pace, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

The moment he stepped into Tang's Fort, Tang Sanpang was stunned for a moment, only to see several corpses lying on the ground, and the clothes on their bodies were all the costumes of Tang Sect disciples.

Tang San's fat face changed greatly, and he hurriedly looked up, only to see that there were several corpses not far away, these corpses had not yet decomposed, and it seemed that they had just died.

Lin Feng and those entourages also walked in, and when they saw those corpses, they couldn't help but feel surprised.

Lin Feng seemed to see something, he found that the wounds on those people were very familiar, so he exclaimed, "Oh no, it seems that the ghost sent that guy here."

Tang San's fat eyes were raised, looking in the direction of the castle lord's hall, and then quickly rushed over.

"Fatty."

Lin Feng shouted, and hurriedly followed, in case the Nether Ghost Envoy didn't leave, and now Tang Sanfat's body hadn't fully recovered, I was afraid that he would be in danger.

Lin Feng followed behind Tang Sanfat, along the way, they saw hundreds of corpses, none of them were alive, all of them died tragically, it can be seen that the person who shot the shot did not have the slightest intention of mercy, especially in front of the main hall, the corpses had already piled up, and the surrounding buildings had collapsed, full of devastation, it seemed that this place had experienced an inspiring fight not long ago.

Tang Sanpang flew into the main hall, only to see two people lying on the main hall, who were Tang Sanpang's parents.

"Dad, mother!"

Tang San's fat legs were weak, and he knelt down with a pop, his eyes were bloody, tears overflowed, and he looked up to the sky and roared, "Who is it?" Who exactly? ”

But how could the murderer still be waiting for him here?

Although the revenge has not been avenged, but the deceased must be buried first, as the so-called into the ground for peace, that night, with the help of two hundred followers, the dead disciples of the Tang Sect have been buried in the ground, only Tang Sanfat's parents have not been buried, the mourning hall is arranged in the main hall of the castle, there are two dark coffins on the hall, Tang Sanfat knelt on the ground, and he couldn't cry.

Lin Feng stepped forward to comfort, "Fatty, the festival mourns and changes, people can't be resurrected after death, if you don't bury your uncle and aunt for a long time, this is not a way!" ”

Tang San's fat fists clenched, tears welling up in his eyes, "Father, mother, the child will definitely avenge you." ”

Lin Feng patted Tang San's fat shoulder and said, "And I, who is an elder brother, will also help you avenge together."

Tang Sanpang slowly stood up, "Brother Feng, I want to keep filial piety for my parents for a week, but I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to the Ten Thousand Swords Gate." ”

Lin Feng sighed and said, "The murderer of my uncle and aunt should be the ghost envoy of the Netherworld, he should still appear, next time, I will never go around him!"

The Nethermite is a heinous demon who has the blood of innocents on his hands.

Even Lin Feng's mother is very likely to be in his hands.

Lin Feng didn't sleep either, just quietly accompanied Tang Sanfat to keep a vigil together.

Late at night......

Lin Feng was awakened by a strange noise, his eyes opened, and when he looked up, he saw that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at them on the roof.

"Who!"

Lin Feng's sleepiness was completely gone, his body moved, and he soon appeared on the roof of the main hall.

I saw a person standing on the roof, dressed in a black robe, with a pair of eyes like ghost eyes, exuding a faint green light.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

It was none other than the ghostly envoy.

The ghost envoy laughed and said, "It seems that you have already guessed that it is me, that's just right, I don't want to say anything, you can't be more clear about what I want, if you don't give it to me obediently, then, all the people involved with you will die because of you."

"So, you really killed them."

"That's right, if you don't give me the Ten Thousand Souls God Ding, then more people will die."

"If you want the Ten Thousand Souls Divine Ding, then exchange your life first."

Lin Feng snorted coldly and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Souls magic sword came out, the sword qi was agitated, and the tiles on the main hall were lifted away, and the sword qi pierced the sky, making a hissing and crisp sound.

"Peerless Sword Martial Soul, yes, when I take your Ten Thousand Souls Divine Ding, this Martial Emperor will also become mine."

"Then it's up to you to have the ability."

"Boy, you are very talented, you are indeed a rare talent, but you are still too tender."

With a wave of his hand, a long whip swung out and slapped towards Lin Feng.

A sword and a whip, the strength was comparable, the stalemate was unstable, the buzzing sound continued to explode, and the strong fighting sound finally woke up Tang San Fat and his entourage.

Tang Sanfat came to the outside of the main hall, he looked up at the top of the main hall, when he saw Lin Feng and the ghost envoy who were fighting on the roof, where could he still sit?