Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 106: Torture of the Green Lotus Sutra

Rays of divine light flew from a distance and rushed into the depths of the ruins.

The sound of this heartbeat spread over a wide area, and people from other caves also heard the news and rushed over.

Rumble.

The gray mist-shrouded area where Ye Fan and Pang Bo were was suddenly exploded, throwing them away.

One after another, mummies fell from the sky and hit the two of them. The air there is gloomy and bitingly cold.

A green light suddenly appeared, like a will-o'-the-wisp, beating constantly.

The green light, which was as big as a washbasin, was sinister and fast as lightning, as if it was carefully looking at Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Perhaps feeling that Ye Fan's physique was more extraordinary, the green light rushed towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan instantly felt as if his whole body was frozen, and he immediately started to run the Taoist scriptures, and his whole body flashed with golden light.

The huge green light, as if it was frightened, quickly escaped from Mark's body and hid far away.

Just when it changed its target and was about to rush towards Pang Bo, a colorful crystal furnace suddenly appeared in front of him.

The light is bright, and the blazing flames are burning inside. It is the Lihuo Divine Furnace.

With a bang, the lid of the Lihuo stove opened, and the mouth of the stove seemed to turn into a black hole, swallowing everything.

It was like a big mouth that swallowed the green divine light the size of a washbasin in one gulp.

The colorful brilliance flashed and disappeared in front of Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

"Yi Zi, how are you?" Pang Bo asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. The green light just ran into my body. I circulated the Taoist scriptures, and then it suddenly ran out again." Ye Fan said.

"It's okay."

"Where did that ball of green light go?"

"In a trance, I seemed to see a small stove that contained the green will-o'-the-wisp." Pang Bo said.

The two of them looked at the dozen mummies around them, and the more they looked at them, the more eerie they became.

"Damn, this place is haunted, we need to get out of here."

"What kind of bird land is this? It's too evil."

. . . . . .

Yang Xingchen successfully captured the remaining soul of King Qinglian.

Anyway, it would take some time for the Holy Heart of the Demon Emperor to come out, so Yang Xingchen directly dug a hole 10,000 meters underground and began to interrogate King Qinglian to obtain the Qinglian Sutra.

This will be the first Great Emperor scripture that Yang Xingchen has obtained.

Those are the scriptures of the Demon Emperor, and humans can also practice them, but they just don’t match that well.

If you want to truly unleash the power of the Great Emperor's scriptures, you have to practice it with the demon clan.

But if you think about it, people from the Golden Crow Clan and Ten Thousand Dragons Nest are all coveting the Human Race’s Sun Scripture, and you can know that for these Great Emperor Scriptures, what race you are is not so important. What is important is that this is a path of enlightenment. The road to the emperor.

The physiques of different races may be different, but all avenues are interlinked.

In Yang Xingchen's understanding, the differences between the scriptures of the human race emperors who took different paths are not much different from each other than the scriptures of the human race and the demon clan emperors.

As long as you understand the principles, you can learn from each other's scriptures of different races.

Different geniuses, fighting and training each other, may themselves be training themselves in different ways.

"Human race, don't have any wishful thinking and obtain the scriptures of our demon emperor." The green divine light could no longer be transformed, and it had obviously been severely damaged. No wonder in the original article, as a powerful man of the Immortal Er Mighty level, he was unable to take down Pang Bo. It was not until he rested for a long time that, with the help of the Green Dragon King and the Peacock King, Pang Bo was defeated. The soul is imprisoned.

It turns out that the Qinglian King was so seriously injured. Now, although he can convey his spiritual thoughts and let Yang Xingchen clearly understand what they mean, he no longer has the ability to transform.

"You're such a tough-talking duck. If you fall into my hands, you still want to run away?"

"If I don't destroy you today, this matter is not over yet. I'll let you taste my power first."

As Yang Xingchen spoke, he kept sketching with his hands. The nine emperor runes in the Taoist scriptures flashed at the same time, resonating with the formation in the Lihuo Divine Furnace, condensing into one, turning into a shining golden prison, suppressing the past.

No matter how the Qinglian King's spiritual thoughts dodge and resist in every possible way, he can't escape the fate of being firmly suppressed by the nine golden emperor runes.

The golden pillars are intertwined with golden divine chains, manifesting into a cage.

This is a cage evolved from the divine chain of order and rules, which tightly traps him inside, constantly refining, and constantly erasing his origin and divine thoughts.

"Ah..." King Qinglian screamed one after another. Under the refining of these mysterious nine great emperor runes, the green light and green energy evaporated, and green divine light dispersed.

Those are his spiritual thoughts, the most precious source of his soul. They are constantly spreading and being wiped into ashes. The most precious divine essence in his soul is gone.

If this continues, even if he has a new body, he himself will be useless.

This green divine light roared again and again, but it could not change anything. The nine emperor runes were shining with golden light, and even though he had great magical powers, he could not use them.

Click click click.

King Qinglian heard a terrible shattering sound. It was the origin of his body and the divine essence of his soul that had been crazily destroyed, and his whole body was seriously damaged.

Yang Xingchen was covered in starlight, and he drew a silver cross with his hands, cutting the green light into thousands of parts.

"what..."

Amidst the painful screams, the green divine light was shattered to pieces, and it took a long time for it to reappear with difficulty.

"Let me see how long you can hold on?" Yang Xingchen said coldly.

The Lihuo God Furnace roared continuously, and after the nine golden emperor runes disappeared, Yang Xingchen drew them again, suppressed them again, and continued refining.

Yang Xingchen broke him into a ball of green divine light, which was constantly burning and steaming, and was constantly being sacrificed alive.

Inside the Lihuo Furnace, the fire was soaring into the sky, the stars were twinkling, and the nine great emperor runes were shining with golden light, as if they could refine everything in the world.

The Qinglian King was lost. The Yuanshen was like thousands of rays, constantly slashing and killing him. He was weakening rapidly. Even with the secret skills of cultivating the Yuanshen, he could not hold on.

Yang Xingchen used secret techniques to extract the Qinglian Sutra and various secret techniques from the soul of the Qinglian King, such as the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor.

"Ah..." Feeling that the ancestral immortal scripture was about to be leaked, King Qinglian roared angrily, but unfortunately he was immobilized and could not escape.

The green fairy light flew up one after another, steaming like mist, gorgeous and beautiful.

That was the scene when the Qinglian King's spiritual thoughts were forcibly refined and extracted by Yang Xingchen.

Waves of faint chanting sounds sounded, as if there was a little green man sitting there cross-legged, reciting the true meaning of Qinglian Avenue.

Yang Xingchen held the Bodhi seed and understood it carefully. Among them, nine of the most precious emperor runes emerged, shining with immortal fairy light and shining golden light.

These nine special emperor runes are complex and profound, constantly changing, and illustrate the ultimate truth.

Endless changes, from simple to complex, and then from complex to simple, the supreme justice, are all concentrated in these nine emperor runes.

Yang Xingchen seemed to see the supreme divine appearance of the Qing Emperor, as if he was preaching across thousands of years.

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