Chapter 119: Killing the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles
Concubine Xiling is the most outstanding Tianjiao in the Heavenly Palace, and like Xuan Bingli, her cultivation is terrifying. Moreover, everyone knows that she loves Xi Qianyu's younger brother the most.
"Boy, do you know what kind of place this is?" Concubine Xiling's gaze was fierce, and she directly locked on Tang Xuan, as if she wanted to tear Tang Xuan apart with her eyes.
Tang Xuan's expression was calm, and he said slowly: "Listening to your tone, do you think that I am not qualified to set foot in the Heavenly Palace?"
Concubine Xiling's eyes overflowed with murder, and she said in a deep voice: "It seems that you don't recognize your mistakes, the Heavenly Palace is not a place where you can cause trouble, and similarly, you can't afford to offend the people of the Heavenly Palace." β
"Now kneel down and kowtow to my brother, and I can leave you with a whole corpse. β
Those monks who watched from a distance all laughed, being targeted by Concubine Xiling, Tang Xuan must be in a catastrophe.
"I didn't hear what you said just now, say it again. Xuan Bingli's eyes were cold, and her breath slowly exploded.
Not only her, but Mo Qinglian and the others were also angry, this ugly woman was so hateful, she even wanted Tang Xuan to kneel, they wouldn't allow it.
Concubine Xiling didn't take Mo Qinglian and the others seriously, but she was still a little jealous of Xuan Bingli.
As for the monks who were watching, they were going to vomit blood. What kind of ability did Tang Xuan have to make Xuan Bingli and the others die for him.
"Stand down! A bunch of local chickens and dogs, there's no need to do it yourself. Tang Xuan mentioned a sentence and signaled them not to act rashly.
Xuan Bingli and the others retreated in response and did not say anything more.
"The bloodline of the Seagod Clan has awakened sixty percent, twenty-one years old, a legendary prince, and does not have any special physique. Tang Xuan's expression was calm, and he said calmly: "Just garbage like you, it's really a shame for the Seagod Clan." And you, an ant, dare to bet and dare not admit it. β
"What are you two trash jumping out of and barking at? Don't say that this is the Heavenly Palace, even if you sue the Spirit Word Clan, you can't do anything about me. β
"Old thing, you can watch the punishment for these two ants yourself! if I do it, the Poseidon Clan will be extinct. β
"Hahaha-"
Xi Qianyu laughed wildly and said, "Little brute, why don't you go to heaven, do you think you are very powerful? β
"Wait and see! you will definitely be slaughtered by the Ancestors. β
"Smack-"
As soon as Xi Qianyu's words fell, he was slapped away, and the tyrant in the depths of the Heavenly Palace took the initiative.
Xi Qianyu was coughing up blood, and he felt that his head was almost crushed.
"Kneel and slap yourself for three days and three nights, and if you can't do it, then die. A deep voice came from the depths.
All the monks knew that the ancestor of the Heavenly Palace was furious, and they didn't dare to breathe.
Xi Qianyu was about to be frightened and cried, so he quickly knelt on the ground and slapped himself.
After punishing Xi Qianyu, the old voice sounded again, and said sharply: "Concubine Xiling, what are you doing with the pestle? Kneel and slap yourself for a day and a night. β
His punishment for Concubine Xiling was relatively light, but it was already a great humiliation for a Tianjiao like Concubine Xiling.
"Yes. β
Concubine Xiling gritted her teeth and knelt down, slapping one slap after another on her face, she stared at Tang Xuan angrily, her eyes were fierce, she couldn't wait to break Tang Xuan's body into pieces.
Today's humiliation was all brought to her by Tang Xuan, and she will return this humiliation sooner or later.
Now that Xiao Wuxiang has already made a punishment, Tang Xuan is too lazy to take it seriously. Besides, he didn't do it just now, just for the sake of his old friend's face, he gave these two juniors a chance.
"Their business is settled, now it's time to settle your business. Tang Xuan moved his gaze to the body of the Hundred Battles Holy Son, and said slowly, "Are you slapping yourself?"
The monks who watched from a distance were shocked, they originally thought that if Tang Xuan solved Xi Qianyu, he would not target the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles. Unexpectedly, in the end, the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles could not escape.
"This ant is too arrogant, he dares to provoke the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles, is he impatient?" said a monk.
Although the Holy Son of Hundred Battles does not have a strong background, his combat power is not weak, and it is not a good thing to be an enemy of the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles.
The pupils of the Hundred Battles Holy Son shrank, and the bottom of his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said coldly: "Tang Xuan, are you sure you want to be the enemy? In this life, I will definitely be able to verify the Great Dao, if you come to praise me now, you may still be able to get benefits." β
Tang Xuan smiled indifferently and said calmly: "Who gave you the confidence, the person behind you? β
"I don't bother to talk nonsense with you, slap myself a hundred times, and this matter is over. β
"Look for death. β
The face of the Hundred Battles Holy Son was gloomy, he was already angry, and hissed: "Mole ant, you forced me. Since you want to die, then I'll give you a ride. β
"Mountains and rivers in one breath!"
The Hundred Battles Holy Son's fists were clenched, and the treasures around him were shining, and he quickly swung his fist towards Tang Xuan, his arms were as if there were thousands of catties, and the void was exploding.
If this punch hits, the consequences are unimaginable.
"Bang-"
The punch of the Hundred Battles Holy Son did not fall, it was blocked in the air by a pattern, and at the critical moment, she made a move, her Mizang Divine Body and the Tripitaka Ancient Sutra derived from each other, both offensive and defensive.
Bu Chaoxi didn't leave his hand, and directly punched the body of the Hundred Battles Holy Son. The ripples of terror spread, and the Hundred Battles Holy Son was directly knocked out, his chest was sunken, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
He is not Bu Chaoxi's opponent, and now Bu Chaoxi is already very strong, although the Mizo Divine Body is not a great success, but it also has unrivaled combat power.
"Ahemβ"
The Holy Son of a Hundred Battles was coughing up blood, and said fiercely: "Tang Xuan'er, you ant, if no one had protected you, you would have been broken into thousands of pieces." β
The shouts of the Holy Son of a Hundred Battles resonated with the Yuanguan monks, if these people did not protect Tang Xuan, Tang Xuan's nine lives would not be enough.
"It seems that the people behind you haven't taught you well, and your strength is too weak. Tang Xuan came to the front of the Hundred Battles Holy Son in an instant, and directly stepped on the face of the Hundred Battles Holy Son.
"Ant, you're going to die. "The Holy Son of a Hundred Battles is roaring, and he will definitely double his devotion to the shame today.
"Click-"
Tang Xuan's feet kept exerting force, and the flesh and blood on the face of the Hundred Battles Holy Son were blurred, and his head was about to be trampled open.
"Little friend, can you save his life for the sake of my face. β
At this time, a staggering old man stepped on foot, his speed was too fast to change the world, this was a big man.
Tang Xuan saw the old man appear, and said slowly: "This ant is too weak, even if you exert all your energy, he won't be able to get up." β
The toddler smiled bitterly and said, "This is the son of an old friend, please make it convenient." Whatever you want, I can give it to you. β
"Click-"
Tang Xuan suddenly kicked hard, directly crushing the head of the Hundred Battles Holy Son, blood splattered, and the scene was very bloody.