September 24, in the morning, the red sun is like an eyebrow.

Yang Jing had already left the Hundred Flowers Building and was on the way to the Vientiane Palace.

Thinking in the middle of the night, Yang Jing believed that Shizun would not give him a simple task, and there must be some kind of motive or purpose in it.

Recalling last night's conversation, Yang Jing guessed that it was related to Zhenli, and contacted Qi Luolan who did not use Zhenli on Baisheng Terrace, and Yang Jing boldly thought that Zhenli was not easy to master.

Therefore, Yang Jing went to the Vientiane Hall early to read the information and figure out the hidden mystery of Zhenli. At the same time, he had another idea in his mind, but it was too terrifying to say that it was not good.

Vientiane Palace, after explaining his intention to the hall master Song Yao, Yang Jing walked into the Vientiane Hall to find the books he wanted. On a row of bookshelves, Yang Jing found relevant records about Zhenli and some experiences recorded by his predecessors.

True power is a type of power that cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can only be perceived by the consciousness or the soul. Before the revival of Shinto, there were people who practiced martial arts among the people, and the cultivation of internal power was a kind of power similar to true power. True power is tempered from flesh and skin, lurking in flesh and blood, difficult to control, and requires training or special methods to master.

At this time, how could Yang Jing not know the purpose of the task given to him by his master.

After flipping through several volumes of books about Zeneki, Yang Jing has a new understanding of Zeneki, and has his own ideas on how to control Zeneki.

After leaving the Vientiane Palace, Yang Jing hurried to the Yixiang Hall non-stop. The task of suppressing the slave rebellion this time was presided over by the lord of the Yixiang Palace. This is also an incomprehensible point for Yang Jing, in his opinion, a few slaves alone cannot make a hall master come forward.

It may not be a simple slave revolt.

In the main hall, there were already several people standing, and it seemed that they were all candidates to suppress the slave rebellion. Everyone glanced at Yang Jing and continued their business.

Soon, the master of the temple appeared in the temple and led the people towards the outside of the mountain.

After crossing the barrier of protecting the mountain, everyone appeared in Wuling Mountain, in the dense woods, dotted with lights, and beasts and birds lurking.

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Somewhere in Wuling Mountain, a group of ragged people gathered around and discussed the direction of their future travel.

"Chief, what do we do next?"

A strong man wrapped in animal skins asked, with a scar on his face, like a purple-brown centipede, that looked terrifying.

The person who was questioned was a man who was extremely strong, covered in muscle bumps, with short hair, and looked very fierce. On the left side of his face, there is a purple-black tattoo of a giant elephant, and he runs as the strong man speaks.

"Go to Sumen Chengguan, as long as you join the Demon Army, they can't do anything about us!"

At this moment, several strong adult men returned from outside, carrying some beasts on their shoulders. The rest of the men went up to meet them, took the beast, and began to remove the hair and guts, and make a fire and roast it.

When they were slaves, they didn't have the opportunity to eat meat, but now they can eat whatever they want, and no one can stop them, and no one will call them to drink.

All this was brought by the chief.

Looking at the strong man in the middle, excitement appeared on everyone's faces.

"It's not a small amount of courage!"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was a cold woman, with an unusually beautiful appearance.

"Woman, woman!"

"She's mine!"

The rioting slaves screamed and rushed towards the beautiful women.

Looking at the slave who rushed over, Zhao Yuan's face was even colder, and he raised his hand to punch it, and the true power of Peng Bai lingered on the fist, hitting the slave's body, and suddenly the bones broke and the tendons broke, and he flew out upside down, vomiting blood.

Yang Jing and the others, who arrived later, saw this scene, and their fighting spirit was agitated with envy in their hearts. With their true powers, they can easily defeat wounded slaves.

"How dare you hurt my brother and die!"

"Let's go up and take her down!"

The slaves gathered around again, and they also had more weapons such as bronze knives and spears in their hands.

Seeing this, Yang Jing and others also rushed forward.

Yang Jing looked at a person, slapped him over, threw the person to the ground, turned around and crashed into the two people who rushed over, and the huge force exploded, punching one by one, directly knocking over to the ground, wailing constantly.

Among the disciples who came this time, there were two people who had mastered true power, namely Zhao Yuan and Wang Yu, and the rest of them did not master true power, but they had already refined a true power. The suppression of the slave revolt is a task rather than an opportunity, an opportunity to master the real power.

More than 700 slaves surrounded Yang Jing and the nine people in the middle, brandishing weapons and killing them.

During an impact, Yang Jing was divided into another small circle, and eight or nine people held copper swords and killed him. Yang Jing was not afraid, and a pair of iron fists kept swinging out, blasting slaves away one by one.

The skin was tempered to perfection, Yang Jing's defense increased greatly, and the copper sword fell on it, leaving only a small wound, and it healed quickly.

Outside the encirclement, a strong man with a giant elephant tattoo on his left face stood up, and the crowd suddenly split a passage and let the strong man walk in.

Seeing the tattooed strong man, Zhao Yuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he untied the silver whip wrapped around his waist and pulled it towards the tattooed strong man. The tattooed strong man reached out to grab it, and immediately felt a hot pain on his face, and the warm liquid flowed down his face. He was familiar with this fluid, it was blood, his own blood.

He spread out his palm, and there was also a blood mark on it.

"Killing you is estimated to make some people's hearts ache!"

The tattooed strong man thought about it, burst out like a cheetah, and smashed Zhao Yuan with a punch. She flicked her long silver whip, wrapped it around the tattooed man's arm, wrapped around the strong man and smashed it to the ground. At this time, a huge force suddenly erupted from the tattooed strong man's body, dragging Zhao Yuan in front of him.

Zhao Yuan was caught off guard and was pinched by a strong man with a tattoo.

The strong man with the tattoo slammed his force, and he saw that his arm was broken at the root, and at the same time, a beautiful figure condensed in front of him, it was Yan Lingling, the master of the Yixiang Palace, a cultivator in the unity realm.

The tattooed strong man's face was hideous, his nose suddenly became long, entangled Yan Lingling, and his body also swelled, turning into a purple-black giant elephant. The elephant's trunk was locked, wanting to crush Yan Lingling. At the same time, the purple-black light from the giant elephant's mouth converged and expanded, shooting towards Yan Lingling.

The speed of the light was so fast that it hit Yan Lingling in an instant. As the light faded, Yan Lingling reappeared in front of everyone, but it was not hurt at all.

"Die, give me death!"

Purple-black lightning appeared on the surface of the giant elephant's skin, crackling, and the slaves at close range around were struck by the purple-black lightning, instantly turning into a pile of black ashes, and died.

Yan Lingling snorted coldly, broke open the elephant's trunk with both arms, grabbed it with his hand, and violently pulled the giant elephant up and slammed it on the ground. Purple-black lightning slammed down the elephant's trunk and hit Yan Lingling, her hair stood upside down one by one, and the ghostly light in her eyes flickered.

"Swallow Yuan"

The supernatural power bloomed, and the purple-black lightning was devoured and banished to another dimension.

"Three Collapses"

Yan Lingling threw a punch, and the purple-black giant elephant's trunk shattered inch by inch, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"True Strike"

A phantom shadow appeared on the giant elephant's body, the dragon's head elephant body, draped in scale armor, submerged into the giant elephant's body, the giant elephant suddenly shrank to the size of a domestic dog, and opened its mouth to spit out a purple-black bead, shooting towards Yan Lingling.

"Three Tensions"

Yan Lingling threw a punch and hit the purple-black beads.

Boom···

The purple-black beads exploded unexpectedly.

The radius of a hundred zhang was all shrouded, Yang Jing, who had retreated to the edge, was bombarded in the chest by the shock wave, and the whole person flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string and planted on the ground.

The others were also not happy, each seriously injured, Zhao Yuan and Wang Yu who were close to the center were even worse, especially Zhao Yuan, one arm was missing, and the dark black hair was gone.

When the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, a jet-black person walked out of the center, it was Yan Lingling. At this time, the Yan Hall Lord can be described as a beggar among beggars, with no intact body on his body, and he still exudes the smell of burning his head.

"One Hand Covers the Sky"

She stretched out her hand and pressed it, and a giant hand made of Qi descended from the sky, obliterating all the remaining slaves. Subsequently, it disappeared in place.