Chapter 152: Killing two quasi-saint undead spirits with one sword, Tang Chen is a god descended to

Inside Black Feather City.

Countless cultivators fled in panic.

At this moment, the tide of death energy has poured into the city 껣꿗.

Countless undead souls roared, destroying, tearing apart, and devouring everything.

The tide spreads everywhere, and everything remains.

Even a strong person in the master realm will be eaten away once he is enveloped by the tide of death.

It would be okay if that was all.

What's even more frightening is that some steadfast cultivators were eroded by the death energy and turned into irrational killing tools. Leng Ding raised his weapon and slashed at his closest comrades.

"It's over, everything is over!"

"The tide of death energy is coming from all directions, and it seems like it will submerge Black Feather City!"

Countless people showed signs of despair.

Resistance is death.

놊Resistance is also death.

Their beliefs were completely shattered.

Each one is like a walking zombie.

At the city gate.

The place where the aura of death is the strongest.

Master Qingfeng and Quasi-sage Luoyan were blocked here.

Around them, a large number of undead souls gathered.

These undead spirits were like a thick wall, trapping the two death row prisoners inside.

Outside the wall, there are several huge undead spirits with bodies as big as hills.

The death energy on these undead spirits is extremely rich, as if tens of thousands of 뎃껣꼋 have been deposited.

It was the ancient undead that was suppressed in the ruins of the Blood Spirit Palace.

They are often suppressed underground, devouring each other, fighting with each other, and even absorbing each other.

His strength is already weaker than that of Luoyan Quasi-Sage.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Quasi-sage Luoyan holds a soft silver snow sword, with a little bit of law power flowing through his body.

Cut out with one sword.

In an instant, thousands of sword lights bloomed in the void, one after another, and finally converged into a pure sword light.

The sword light penetrated the tide of death, and wherever it passed, dead souls were cut off.

In the end, even the thick undead wall was cut off, and it fell on a huge undead body, cutting off its head forcefully.

"Success!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

놊As expected of the master of the sword pavilion, this sword is so sharp.

But at this time, the huge undead had just fallen, and two huge undead in the distance rushed over, absorbing the death energy of the huge undead.

After absorbing the death energy, the power of the two huge undead spirits surged.

With a roar.

The earth cracked open inch by inch, sending the falling geese flying away.

puff!

Quasi-sage Luoyan spit out a mouthful of blood.

The graceful and beautiful face became bloodless.

"It's really over now!"

The crowd was devastated.

All the power lords fell into silence.

Quasi-sage Luoyan beheaded a huge undead spirit, which was undoubtedly a great victory.

However, after the death energy of that undead spirit was swallowed up, its undead spirit's strength was invisibly enhanced.

The opponent's number is so huge that they can be killed in no time.

How to do this?

roar!

Two huge undead spirits roared.

A strong force of death burst out, rushing toward Luoyan Quasi-Sage like a wave.

All around, countless undead spirits roared and roared,

One by one, they rushed over like they were dying, as if they were going to surround Luoyan Quasi-Sage.

"If Quasi-Saint Luoyan falls, we may not even have the power to fight back."

"The death aura is too terrifying and the undead spirit is too huge. It is extremely difficult for us to take a step forward. We can only watch helplessly like this."

"Black Feather City is hopeless, unless...unless God comes to the world!"

The crowd laughed bitterly.

We all know that there are no gods in this world.

Everything is just delusion.

After all, in the face of complete despair, all we can do is delusion.

"After all, I still haven't been able to see each other..."

Quasi-Sage Luoyan saw two huge undead spirits charging towards him, and his face inevitably showed a look of despair.

She did not lament her own death.

I didn’t lament my good luck.

In the deepest part of my heart, there is only a trace of regret.

Buzz!

The moment Quasi-Sage Luoyan closed her eyes, the soft silver snow sword in her hand resonated.

Luoyan Quasi-sage suddenly trembled.

She raised her head and saw a sword light blooming suddenly on the dome shrouded by billowing black clouds, sweeping away like a torrent, and was suddenly submerged in the endless death energy.

The sword fell, and a crack was cut through the tide of death energy.

All death energy was annihilated.

All undead are evaporated.

When the sword light fell on the two huge undead spirits, they let out an unprecedented sharp roar. The death energy continuously surged out of their bodies and tried to resist, but they were cut off time and time again, unable to stop them at all.

Whoosh!

The sword light shot through the air.

Two huge undead spirits exploded at the same time.

It turned into pieces of death energy and disappeared into the void.

Inside Black Feather City.

Everyone watched this scene, and they were stunned with fear, immersed in the shock of the shocking sword strike just now.

Those two huge dead spirits are troublesome even to Quasi-Saint Luoyan.

In terms of strength, it is equivalent to the quasi-sage level.

Kill two quasi-saints of the dead with one sword!

After a short pause, everyone stared at the sky.

There, a peerless figure slowly fell down.

Wearing a white robe, the robe made a sound, and his seemingly thin body burst out with thousands of sword lights. Each ray contained the true meaning of swordsmanship, mixed with the ethereal sword chant, echoing throughout the ground.

At this moment, the ground was dead silent.

The crowd stopped screaming and forgot howling.

Even the undead stopped roaring.

It seemed that this land had only this one peerless white robe.

Only one thing.

"It's Junior Master, you're here, you're here to save Black Feather City!"

"Unparalleled talent, a sword that shocked the world, Junior Master's style, no one can compare to him!"

"One sword killed two quasi-saint undead spirits, is this the real strength of Junior Master?"

"Junior Master is so righteous, Junior Master is so righteous!"

The cheers exploded like thunder.

Everyone's eyes were red, staring at Tang Chen fanatically.

The heart that was originally completely desperate also bloomed with a glimmer of hope at this time.

On the other side.

Tang Chen subconsciously froze for a moment when he heard the cheers of the crowd.

You're here to save Black Feather City?

You killed two quasi-saint undead spirits with one sword?

This... this is all a misunderstanding...

The sword just now was not swung by Tang Chen, but by Yi Zizai.

Tang Chen just fell from the air.

Unexpectedly, everyone mistakenly thought that it was Wang who swung that sword!

"Everyone, you..."

Tang Chen was about to explain the misunderstanding just now.

However, as soon as Wang opened his mouth, the cheers of the crowd became even more enthusiastic, like a magnificent thunderstorm sweeping across the land, with a huge momentum and deafening, and once suppressed the endless roars of the dead!

The eyes of the crowd also gradually changed from the initial enthusiasm to worship.

They looked up at Tang Chen as if they were looking at a god descending to the world!