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Under this dazzling golden light, the yin corpses around them, including the tall yin corpses carrying the yin children, seemed to be poured with hot copper water, and the exposed bodies suddenly melted, the skin and flesh bloomed, and the bones were white.

They felt no pain, but they retreated and wailed, and the golden light shone like the sun on the earth, destroying all cloudy things.

The rich yin qi that had just risen from the yin boy was suppressed like a natural enemy, and in the flickering of the golden scriptures, the yin qi turned into nothing, and the resentment seemed to be purified.

Yin Tong's cultivation fell with a bang and fell to the early stage of the three awakenings.

"I hate light, I hate Buddha, I hate the royal family, I hate everything that is bright and sunny. Yin Tong's momentum was suppressed, and his cultivation also declined, but the red light in his eyes was even stronger.

After Yin Tong Sen Ran spoke, he raised his left hand and slapped the purple-black wooden board fiercely, and with a cracking sound, his corpse jumped up with a whoosh and broke through the air.

The right hand makes five claws into a hook style, tears the void, is as fast as thunder, and rushes towards the winning dust, wanting to dig out the heart.

"The royal family, I hate it too," Ying Chen confided indifferently, his hands were closed, and he saw the Buddhist scriptures like a dragon going out to sea, condensing into a huge roulette wheel in front of him, rolling the wind between heaven and earth, roaring.

When Yin Tong was approaching, he sneered: "Born as a royal family, and hate the royal family, why don't you die?"

"Death, do you become a person like you, a ghost or a ghost? ”

Ying Chen sneered and spoke, looked at the menacing Yin Tong, pinched the trick with his left hand, pressed it on the Buddhist scripture roulette, and pushed it forward.

In an instant, it collided violently with Yin Tong's right hand, emitting an earth-shattering roar, setting off layers of qi waves that shook the valley.

Immediately afterwards, the roulette wheel cracked, and those scriptures were all shattered under the pinch of the yin child.

As the roulette wheel collapsed, Ying Chen took seven steps backwards in a row, and his face turned slightly pale.

Yin Tong did not let it go, and while the scriptures dissipated, the golden light was still the same, suppressing his right hand, and stiffened.

It's like a seal, but it's not as strong as a seal. But his cultivation fell again, and he fell to the peak of the second awakening.

"Hahahaha, it's all thanks to your royal family. You sanctimonious scum should all go to the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be able to live beyond the heavens!" Yin Tong's words were extremely resentful, it was the burning anger that was deeply hated to the bones and imprinted on the soul, echoing in Yingchen's ears like a curse.

"Noise. ”

Ying Chen snorted coldly and scolded, he had no sympathy for this child who was tortured to death by his fellow clan. Even if there were, it was long gone.

Each person has his own life, and it is his life to be killed, and it is also his life to be exiled. No one else can change, some are just on their own.

And now, Yin Tong is an undying enemy to him. What he has to do is to completely kill the other party and make himself survive.

It's a bit ironic to say, two people who are teased by fate, but they have to fight to the death.

Ying Chen watched Yin Tong's breath fluctuate, and found that the other party's true cultivation was still the second awakening of personality, and the previous third awakening was only a forced improvement, not a substantial breakthrough.

He didn't talk too much nonsense, and with a move in his mind, he retracted the golden body of the Buddha's light, revealing the blood color of the killing state.

Raising his left hand, he slammed it towards the earth, and the blood light seemed to have an outlet for catharsis, and it was frantically injected, making the surrounding soil show a strange blood-red color, spreading in all directions.

Like a watered flower, it is full of vitality.

"Condensation!" As soon as Yingchen opened his mouth, he saw a thumping sound from the Yin Tong's feet, and it collapsed violently.

Immediately after that, a stream of blood light flew with mud and stones, surrounding the Yin Tong like a whirlpool, trapping him alive.

At the same time, Ying Chen suddenly stood on tiptoe, his body like an arrow off the string, and suddenly moved.

His expression was ruthless, and he was close to the Yin Tong in an instant, and he turned out the soul blade in his hand, and he was about to slash it with a sword.

Now suppressing the opponent's ascension cultivation is the best time to destroy the soul.

Just the moment he got close, Yin Tong immediately spit out a breath of black gas from his mouth and pounced on his face.

In an instant, Yingchen felt like he had fallen into a dark world where he couldn't see his fingers, like a dream.

"Since you hate the royal family, why don't you apologize with death?" Yin Tong's voice was like thunder, with a demagogic taste, and swirled in all directions.

This is the natal technique obtained after his dark personality awakens to the heart womb, called Dream Burial. It is a kind of illusion that will make people fall into nightmares and sink forever.

Ying Chen's heart slammed suddenly, and while secretly screaming badly, there was even more stinging pain in his mind, and the unbearable pictures of the past came and went.

The father's ignorance, the queen's troubles, and the oppression of the son, and the ridicule of the sons.

Like a sharp blade, it poked at his heart again and again. All the darkness of the past, once again hung over his head.

Seven years ago, the day of exile was repeated, and it was the most desperate day for Yingchen.

In the midst of hatred, he found deep helplessness and powerlessness. Even forgot about the crisis at this moment, forgot everything, and fell into despair.

In the outside world that Yingchen couldn't see, Yin Tong let out a successful laugh, unusually cheerful, unusually relieved.

He is gradually breaking free from his imprisoned body, and he wants to kill the royal family in front of him with his own hands.

At the same time, within the art of dream burial.

Yingchen was lost, and suddenly felt so cold, not only his body was cold, but also his heart was cold, like falling into an ice cave, and he involuntarily pulled the robe on his body.

However, the robe was so thin at this moment, he couldn't help but clench his hands into fists, hugging his chest, and curled up.

The moment the thumb of his left hand touched the black ring made by his mother on his index finger, the familiar feeling of not being familiar made his eyes suddenly return to a clear color.

He thought of his mother, he thought of seven years of forbearance, and he thought of what he lived for!

After he no longer indulged in nightmares, this boundless dream funeral illusion collapsed and disappeared.

Yin Tong looked at Ying Chen, who had dissolved the dream burial technique with a few breaths, and immediately screamed, "You... No... No way... It can't be!"

"If you want to seek revenge on the royal family, I can't control it and won't care about it, but you have found the wrong person!" Ying Chen's eyes showed a cold light, and without the slightest hesitation, he held the soul blade and slashed it with a sword.

Until the Yin Tong was gone, he probably couldn't understand why Ying Chen dissolved his illusion so easily.

He doesn't understand Yingchen, just as Yingchen doesn't understand him.

As a trace of Yin Tong's remnant soul was cut off, the red light in his eyes immediately dimmed by half.

Ying Chen withdrew his soul blade, and the quick knife slashed out with a chaotic punch, directly blasting the head of the Yin Boy.

Not only that, in order to prevent the resurgence of the Yin Child, he simply destroyed it completely, so he added another kick, trampling the other party's corpse alive, and scattering the flesh all over the ground.

At this point, the battle finally came to an end.

Ying Chen shook his black robe, looked around a few times, and after smashing the last few tall Yin corpses one by one, he turned to look at the corpse chaser hiding behind the thatched hut, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Step on.

The corpse chaser wanted to leave here before, but because of the corpse mutiny and this great battle, it alarmed the mountains on all sides and the creatures in all directions, and it became a crisis. He is just a person, where can he go after losing those corpses.

He could only stay here, hoping that the sect would respond as soon as possible. After discovering that Yin Tong was actually solved by Yingchen in three or two clicks, he couldn't help but scold the other party countless times, hating him very much.

At this moment, when he saw Ying Chen rushing towards him with a murderous intention, he instantly knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "No, don't kill me, I didn't mean to... I... I'm a disciple of the Extreme Yin Sect......"

"It's late," Ying Chen said two words coldly, and then raised his hand and slapped it on the corpse chaser's heavenly spirit cover.

I only heard a click, blood splattered, brains overflowed, and the corpse chaser who had no power to fight back was smashed by his head alive, and just let out a scream, he died of anger.