Drink Cang Records

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Within the territory of Tianji Kingdom, all the cultivators in the central region have only five levels of skill. It is impossible to break the seal of the underground Yin Emperor and awaken him with these cultivation bases.And his own cultivation is not as good as the Heavenly Sacrifice King who has been controlling the Flame Beast all year round. If he wants to win, he can only use the weakness of the mutual restraint of the two seals...

With a loud bang, Mu Qing's figure flew upside down several feet, and landed steadily.

"Melee combat is too weak...not bloody enough, did you grow up in a woman's arms?"

The King of Heavenly Sacrifice has not moved a single step since Mu Qingyang made his move, completely letting the three flames do what he did. At this moment, he looked at Mu Qingyang indifferently, as if looking at a weak beast: "I am very disappointed, you are so desperate Even one-tenth of my hatred for me can't do... how to kill me."

"As long as this tenth of the hatred is enough for me to kill you, the result will not change."

Mu Qingyang extinguished the sword light in his hand with a flick of his hand, and a kind of blood-like fire slowly ignited in the pupils that became more blood-red due to the repeated attacks on the three Yangu, but it was not fire, as if the eye contact In an instant, the blood in the whole body will be frozen.

"Before I was born, I was regarded as a ghost, and then I killed the woman who took care of me. Since then, I have been closed for more than ten years, and I dare not harm innocent people again."

"I have never resented my fate, nor indulged in self-repentance. In this life, I have never hoped to be ashamed, but to love what I love, hate what I hate, and those who touch my bottom line, I will kill my relatives and enemies as soon as I see it. !"

As soon as his words fell, a terrifying sound of collapse resounded in the silence, and then instantly expanded.

The atmosphere of the confrontation suddenly changed, and a low sigh came from nothingness.

Mu Qingyang and Tianji King's eyes went dark for a moment at the same time, but Mu Qingyang came back to his senses in an instant, while Tianji King took two steps back, the bones on the side of his feet suddenly collapsed, and the ashes fell automatically without wind. With a flash of faint light, the strands of glistening blue fire intertwined into a circular, spider-web-like array of light.

Soul Sealing Formation...

What he did was to release the ghosts and gods at the bottom of the dungeon to avoid existence!He... is he crazy!

"You really... are my son!" The pupils of the King of Heavenly Sacrifice shrank, and the three flames in front of him suddenly became irritable. The flames flashed, revealing its entire figure—it was a translucent monster like a hill, and the pair of bone wings on its back could almost fill up half of the dungeon just by folding it up. Qing Yang's body turned to the light formation faintly disintegrated under the paws due to the confrontation of the double king seals, and the long tail covered with scales rushed upwards in the shape of the god of offering sacrifices to the king.

"Are you able to get away?" Mu Qingyang's blood-red eyes reflected the figures of the three Yan Gus flying at high speed. In an instant, countless blood threads coiled in the void, and the blood-colored sky and earth net immediately enveloped the three Yan Gus. One of the three pairs of fierce pupils of the three-headed Yan Gu has gradually turned red, and at the same time, there was a sound of furious struggle.

"Since it is the mount of the ancestor god, why don't you obey my order! Come down for me!"

Mu Qingyang stretched out his hand to grab the void of the three Yangu. At that moment, it seemed that [-]% of the mental power that could be used in his mind was lost because of the struggle of the three Yangu.

... My cultivation base is not enough, so borrow it!

The thick red pupils reflected the cobweb-like seal formation on the ground, Mu Qingyang pressed one hand to a node in the light formation on the ground, and the other hand on Lingcang, and said in a deep voice: "Ghost Prison Yinhuang, if you still Half conscious, help me kill, I will let you out!"

The gravel on the ground suddenly swelled, and the sigh that had just shocked the mind appeared again, but this time, it was like waking up from a deep sleep, and a slightly hoarse voice slowly came from the ground——

"...Little ghost, if you can break through this formation, you can talk to me again."

At the same time as Emperor Yin's words came out, the entire dungeon trembled, and the expression of King Tianji in the air changed drastically, and he shouted to Mu Qing: "Release this demon, and the northern border will be completely destroyed! Think clearly... this is your mother who has been guarding her all her life. country!"

"Because my mother's wish was wrong, I was humiliated to death by you. If you say that I am like you, then I will be just like you... become a demon!"

King Tianji couldn't help being dumbfounded, Mu Qingyang is different from Maoyue, and also different from Ye Qiukuang, he won't let the cut off knife hesitate for a moment because of the fetters of the past... Who taught such a monster?

At this time, a chuckle suddenly came from the depths of the ground: "Little ghost...you are very suitable for the laws of my ghost prison. Want to kill people with power? I lend you, do you have the guts to accept it?"

……

Ye Qiukuang felt a piercing cold.

It wasn't the numbness shown because of too many killings, it was just because the snowflakes falling from the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and the iciness that pierced through the bones reminded him of that year when he took Mu Qingyang and escaped from the Heavenly Festival Kingdom. When it came to Cangsang, the snow... was flying mercilessly.

He was covered in blood, some of this blood fell from the sky and melted on his body, and some of it was sprayed out by the constantly beheaded heads of enemy riders.

To him, the overwhelming number of warriors in front of him did not cause pressure, but slowly accumulated into a kind of exhaustion in his heart.

He picked up a corpse casually and threw it at the gate in front of the sacrificial tower behind him—the mountain of corpses in front of the gate had been piled up so high that it had already covered the entrance of the sacrificial tower.

Sitting on the ground, ten feet in front of you, almost a vacuum.Ye Qiukuang untied the flagon from his waist, half of the pot of wolf drink, half of the pot of toppings, swept away the remaining [-] enemies with his bloody eyes.

"Who else?"

No one dared to move.

They knew that if Ye Qiukuang wanted to, he could use the secret blood technique or the large-scale magic technique learned from the middle domain, but he didn't... He just wanted to kill one by one, and remember the people he killed one by one. face.

This caused a crack in their morale when they came... If the opponent is too strong, they can die calmly, because this is the glory of not fearing the strong.But not now, one by one, he was slaughtered carefully, as if he was not an invader who colluded with foreign enemies to invade the homeland, but they were the thieves who besieged and killed a doomed hero.

How can there be such a person? !

"Treason! The king doesn't remember that you, as the son of a foolish emperor, raised you for more than ten years and even made you the crown prince, but you took away the trouble. What face do you have to stand here now!"

In the silence except for the sound of the wind, such an angry reprimand suddenly came out.

When Wu Yaya's soldiers heard the words, they didn't pay attention to where the voice came from, they only cared that the words were very righteous in their ears, and they all looked at Ye Qiukuang with cold eyes.

The voice seemed to be encouraged, and he shouted in an even more angry tone: "If I were you, I would be ashamed of my ancestors and my mother country, and I would have killed myself long ago. Do you dare to answer, what is your face?" Is this? Could it be that he murdered the king for the sinful ghost under the tower?!"

"The king is a hero who saves the country! This sinful person who dares to hurt the king is a sinner through the ages. Brothers, punish this sinner as a comforting sacrifice!"

"kill!"

The constant reprimand echoed under the sacrificial tower into a wave of ready-to-go killing sounds.

Ye Qiukuang watched all of this with cold eyes... slowly reunited with the applauding people on the street on the day of his mother's death.

These people are born with great power and have twice the lifespan of people in the Central Territory, but their souls are rotten to the point of collapse.

"What do you know, haha...you, what do you know? Do you think that if you follow what others say, I will let this history be buried in your verbal and pen criticism? As a son of man, the dignity of your relatives cannot be defended in life. How can you still... ...let you insult me?"

Ye Qiukuang made a terrifying bone noise between his fingers, and when he was about to meet him, he suddenly sensed something, and a pair of eyes burning with cold killing intent suddenly turned behind him.

The ground rumbled, and for some reason, the [-] war beast cavalry retreated in panic, and some even threw their masters behind and fled into the distance.The soldiers were puzzled, but they turned their eyes to the direction of the sacrificial tower, and they heard the shrill roar of beasts coming from the bottom of the sacrificial tower.

When someone recognized what kind of beast roar it was, they felt deeply terrified...

"Sacred Flame Beast! It's the scream of the Sacred Flame Beast!"

It is a spiritual symbol that is more important than the king in the Heavenly Sacrifice Kingdom... The ancestors worshiped it as the ancestor of all beasts, a holy beast that followed the ancestor gods to conquer and open up the world, and countless generations of legends about the people of the Heavenly Festival have Yan Gu's King of Approval is the Lord of Destiny.

The roar of the three flames became more and more fierce, and finally an old muffled groan was mixed in the beast roar, which especially ignited Ye Qiukuang's hatred.

While the tens of thousands of people retreated tremblingly, the terrifying upheavals from the ground rushed up like rolling thunder. The [-] soldiers were stunned, and the blood-eyed young man with a blurred black shadow behind him restrained the three of them with a black chain in one hand. Yan Gu's throat, and a blood sword in the other hand, the sword pointed at the Heavenly Sacrifice King and crashed out from behind the mountain of corpses piled up in front of the gate of the sacrificial tower!

"You—" Tianji King was in a panic, and in the future he would urge the Yan Beast King Yin to grab Yangu back, his right arm suddenly burst into pain, and he saw his right arm flying high.

And the blood-eyed boy who tore off his arm was even more filled with hatred, regardless of Yan Gu who was about to break free from the black chain, he wanted to rush forward to make up for it.

With his life in danger, King Tianji caught sight of the arrival of reinforcements from the corner of his eye, and shouted loudly: "I am a soldier of Heavenly Sacrifice! Suppress the rebellion—"

"...Who are you calling?"

What answered him was a sudden coldness in his heart. King Tianji stared at the bloody sword point protruding from his heart, staggered back a few steps, and bumped into a person behind him.

"Ye Qiukuang..."

"I will keep the name you gave me, and I will always remember the half-life hatred you gave me..."

Ye Qiukuang calmed down from the bloody killing, and squeezed Tianjiwang's neck and walked towards the cliff, just like he dragged his mother out of the royal city 20 years ago.

Eighty thousand pairs of eyes stared blankly at him... Wang, dead?The omnipotent hero, their king, dead?

Ye Qiukuang didn't stop his eyes on the cavalry that retreated by itself, but stood in front of the cliff step by step, and whispered in the ear of the gradually lax King Tianji: "You owe them too much dignity, And the dignity is reserved for the opponent I recognize, you are not worthy."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Qiukuang gave his hand indifferently. The king who had ruled in Tianji Kingdom for thirty years, the crown fell to the ground, rolled off the cliff, and fell into the dust.

The suffocating silence lasted until Yan Gu's struggling sound gradually weakened, only to see a shrinking shadow of a flame beast slowly appearing on Mu Qingyang's right hand, the black shadow behind him contrasted The gloom between his brows and eyes was more than ever.

Mu Qingyang let go of the bones of his hands, the flames at his feet stopped roaring, but lay down three giant heads, and he looked at the eighty thousand warriors.

"The patricide is over, and then, is it... the turn to subjugate the country?"