Chapter 162: Innate Hongmeng Body, Seal of the Four-Elephant War God

Chapter 162 First, the Hongmeng body, then the seal of the elephant god of war

"Cut!"

Tang Chen suddenly drew his sword.

A pure sword light burst out, and slashed directly at Lang Ting's right wrist.

Since Tang Chen's opponent is the broken finger.

Then Lang Ting is a person.

As long as the connection between Lang Ting and the broken finger is cut off, he can take over the action.

Puff!

The sword light accurately landed on Lang Ting's right wrist.

Even though Lang Ting had the blood of the Silver Moon Wolf and his body was far stronger than that of human cultivators, he could not resist the sharp edge, and his right wrist was instantly broken.

However, the right wrist did not fall to the ground immediately.

The broken finger released a thick evil spirit, forcibly connecting the right wrist.

At the same time.

A part of the evil spirit rushed towards Tang Chen.

The broken finger seemed to have life, slowly turning towards Tang Chen, with a sinister look as if it was going to kill Tang Chen.

"Want to turn me into a new human?"

Tang Chen sneered.

At that moment, the ancient emperor flame of Tushe swept through his body.

Wisps of nine-colored divine fire lingered, as if a god who controlled the fire of the earth was about to cover the evil spirit and the broken finger.

At this moment of lightning.

In the distance, suddenly a light green stream of light flew over!

The stream of light locked the broken finger!

The broken finger seemed to feel the appearance of the light green stream of light, and it trembled slightly.

Then, it gave up attacking Tang Chen, and even gave up resisting the light green stream of light, and suddenly moved, as if it was going to escape.

It was a pity that the speed of the stream of light was too fast.

Just as the broken finger was about to escape, it was covered by the stream of light and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Tang Chen looked along the stream of light, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a figure there.

He was young, wearing a linen shirt made of animal skin, a dried deer skull on his head, barefoot, disheveled hair, a resolute face, deep facial features, and a blood-red lotus mark on his chest.

This person was a young undead!

Tang Chen immediately activated his fire eyes.

[Chi Lin: Born in the ancient war god tribe, he has the ancestral primordial body and the complete war god bloodline. Because of the seal of the elephant war god, he is now in an immortal state...]

Seeing this information, Tang Chen was stunned for a moment.

First, his guess was right. The young undead did come from the ancient war god tribe.

Second, the young undead actually has the ancestral primordial body.

This is a kind of Tao body!

It ranks only after the ancestral chaos body!

Ranked second!

Third, the young undead is now in an immortal state.

"Suppress!"

When Tang Chen was surprised, the young undead uttered a cold word.

The next moment.

He was filled with a thick light green aura.

These auras enveloped the broken finger, further suppressing it, and completely without any response.

At this moment, the evil aura that permeated the space disappeared.

The wolf court, who was still threatening, immediately collapsed to the ground, and the blood on his body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh and skin quickly shrank and finally turned into a skeleton.

In the bones was a mustard bag and a pair of blood-colored boxing gloves.

Judging from the aura of the boxing gloves, it was obviously an immortal weapon.

In the sky.

The expression of the Baichuan Saint, who was still very proud, froze.

The situation changed too quickly.

It was difficult for him to respond for a while.

It was not until the mustard seed bag and the blood-colored boxing gloves appeared that a strong look of mourning appeared on his face.

"You... you dared to kill the 놖 clan 꿁덿!"

The Hundred Rivers Saint roared in anger.

He grew silver hair on his body, and the moment his limbs turned into wolf claws, he rushed straight towards Tang Chen.

"Stupid!"

Yi Zizai said indifferently.

He swung a sword fiercely.

As the sword light bloomed, the void between the Hundred Rivers Saint and Tang Chen was cut open silently.

The Hundred Rivers Saint was shocked.

He almost stopped his body with all his strength, and forcibly moved three inches to the side.

Puff!

His right shoulder was pierced, and blood flowed.

If he hadn't dodged just now.

It was definitely not his right shoulder that was pierced, but his heart.

A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Hundred Rivers Saint.

He turned his head and looked at Yi Zizai, and his pupils showed an unprecedented fear.

Then, he looked at the blood-colored boxing gloves, his eyes were extremely complicated, as if he was struggling.

Finally!

Baichuan Saint gritted his teeth and left here at the fastest speed!

"You still have some vision."

Yi Zizai sneered, put away his sword, and slowly fell towards Tang Chen.

At this moment, Tang Chen stared at the young dead spirit.

The young dead spirit stared at Tang Chen.

Both of them were silent.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

"Who left the lotus mark on your back?"

The young dead spirit suddenly said.

Hearing this, Tang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was not a mute.

He was still wondering how he should communicate with the other party.

"A girl with a nine-yin body. She should be from the ancient war god tribe like you. She asked me to find her brother." Tang Chen said calmly.

The young dead spirit was shocked.

He almost subconsciously asked: "Sister... Is my sister okay?"

Sure enough!

He is the girl's brother!

Tang Chen shook his head: "Unfortunately, she is no longer alive."

The young undead man's mouth twitched, and he said mockingly: "It's so stupid, it's been so long, how can Amei still be alive? It should be ten thousand years, no... it should be longer, one hundred thousand... …even millions…”

Tang Chen and Yi Zizai were stunned for a moment when they heard the young dead soul's words.

Millions of years?

The chaos in ancient times was only a million years ago!

Could it be said that the young undead wandered in the dead place millions of years ago?

Tang Chen suddenly thought of the God of War seal.

This seal keeps the young undead in a state of immortality.

Is there any secret here?

Doubts surfaced one by one.

In the end, Tang Chen suppressed his curiosity, stretched out his hand, and pointed the blood lotus mark at the young undead spirit: "She asked 놖 to give this to you, and said that her memory is sealed in it."

The young undead man hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the blood lotus mark.

A glimmer of light flashed.

The blood lotus mark fell on the young dead soul.

The young undead man closed his eyes, as if he was looking at the memory in the blood lotus mark.

His body was shaking and his breathing became rapid.

Tears even flowed from the corners of my eyes.

Tang Chen and Yi Zizi didn't bother them.

They could feel that the young dead soul was extremely excited, but also sad, helpless, and emotional...

It's best to leave him alone.

After a while.

The young dead soul slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tang Chen with burning eyes: "Is there anything else that my sister can say?"

Tang Chen shook his head.

At this time, Tang Chen saw a dim look flash in the young dead spirit's eyes, and immediately said: "But when she passed away, she had a faint smile on her face, so she probably has no regrets!"

The young undead man suddenly trembled.

He stared deeply at Tang Chen.

Then he knelt down on one knee, put his right hand close to his chest, and made the most noble gift of thanks from the ancient war god tribe.