Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 228 Torture of the Holy Son of Light
At this time, his eyes were radiating with divine light, and that ferocious expression seemed to choose someone to devour.

"I am invincible at the same level. If you are a man, don't use formations to trap me. Fight me openly." Holy Son Yaoguang pointed at Yang Xingchen, with an astonishing murderous intent in his eyes.

"I want the complete Immortal Heavenly Skill. Any unnecessary words are useless." Yang Xingchen said with a sneer.

In the formation, the Holy Son of Shaking Light was full of fighting spirit, his eyes were dazzling, and he had a domineering aura.

Yang Xingchen looked very calm. He was not in a hurry to take action. He was like a god looking down on the human world. Everything was under his control.

He tapped the formation lightly, and mysterious formations intertwined out of the formation. Countless flames gathered there to form a hand of flames.

The flaming hand slapped the Holy Son of Light, and his majestic figure with brilliant golden light was slapped away, causing him to vomit blood again.

The Holy Son of Shaking Light raised his head to the sky and roared continuously, trying to break through the formation, break the Lihuo Divine Furnace, and kill Yang Xingchen.

Yang Xingchen launched attacks again and again, knocking the Holy Son of Light flying out, and the essence and blood in his soul spurted out. This was because his soul was injured, and all the essence was lost.

Yang Xingchen has become invincible with the help of the power of the formation.

He wanted to use the power of the formation to wipe out the soul of the Holy Son of Light, forcibly destroy it, and extract the immortal power from it.

Countless earth vein dragon energy was absorbed, turned into a big flaming hand, and kept hitting the Holy Son of Shaking Light, making it difficult for him to stand. He was knocked out again and again, causing him to vomit blood.

The blood he spurted was all wiped out after being continuously collected by the formation. All he lost was the origin of his soul.

The Holy Son of Shaking Light was covered in flames. Although he lost his body, he quickly cured his injuries by using the secret healing technique such as Phoenix Tribulation Regeneration Technique. It was as if he was not injured, and the monstrous aura on his body became even more violent.

Countless flames were gathered together, like a vast sea, boundless as far as the eye could see, and the red light was extremely bright.

Yang Xingchen's palm gently pressed down, and the flames pressed down one after another, suppressing the Holy Son of Shaking Light like a seal, suppressing it in layers of flames.

He struggled inside with all his strength, as if it was on fire. He finally broke free, and the countless flames surged like a great river, dazzling and dazzling. They were constantly being absorbed and gathered to suppress the Holy Son of Light.

At this time, the Holy Son of Light was constantly operating his secret technique, and his whole body was roaring with brilliant golden light.

Yang Xingchen didn't hesitate at all. He kept sketching with his hands. The spiritual energy was rioting and the flames were vast, as if ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. They were going to destroy the Holy Son of Light.

Layers of flames fell down one after another, forming a cage of flames, sealing the Holy Son of Fluctuating Light inside.

"How dare you humiliate me like this!" Holy Son Yaoguang said coldly in the cage.

Yang Xingchen put his hands together and evolved a more complex formation.

The formation made bursts of roars and emitted dazzling light. The absorbed spiritual energy combined with these flames exerted astonishing power.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang is roaring and unwilling to give in. He is self-centered and has determined to embark on the path of the Great Emperor since he was a child. How can he endure this kind of grievance?

At this time, Yang Xingchen would not pity him. He formed seals with his cold and ruthless hands, exuding immeasurable divine light all over his body, and continued to send out attacks one after another.

These attacks were not to kill him in one go, but to wear away more of his essence so that he could steal magical powers.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang let out mournful screams, his spirit was almost interrupted, his whole body was broken into sections, and blood was scattered everywhere. He continued to use secret techniques to repair his body, and many times he had to consume his own essence to repair his soul.

He didn't give in, he fought with all his strength. Unfortunately, in this supreme and powerful magic circle, he could not move even an inch and became weaker and weaker with each attack.

Yang Xingchen controlled the flaming hand and slowly lowered it, almost beating the Holy Son of Light to pieces, constantly consuming his origin.

The aura of the Holy Son of Shaking Light became weaker and weaker, and his blond hair was scattered and flying, and had been stained by blood into strands.

Yang Xingchen's clothes were not stained with blood, and he stood handsomely outside the Lihuo Furnace. His whole body was shrouded in a gauze composed of a layer of earth-vein dragon energy. He looked indifferent, like an immortal wearing a dragon's energy cloak.

Yang Xingchen didn't give him any more time. He kept sketching with his hands and knocked down the mountain and river seal composed of flames again.

This time, the Holy Son of Light couldn't avoid this heavy blow. He didn't dodge and was directly hit hard.

His hands and legs were broken, and his body flew out, vomiting blood. However, the big seal ignored it and continued to hit hard, causing his soul to break again in many places.

This is a very bloody picture. Blood is flying all over his body, his bones are broken, and there are endless clicking sounds.

Yang Xingchen temporarily stopped attacking and watched quietly as the Holy Son of Light recovered.

"You loser is going to die!" Yang Xingchen said coldly.

The extremely powerful Holy Son of Shaking Light was trapped in the Lihuo Divine Furnace by Yang Xingchen, and he was repeatedly charged and killed. Now his aura is getting weaker and weaker, and he has a look of embarrassment on his face. He has completely lost his domineering aura.

At this time, in the formation, except for being incompetent and furious, he was unable to break through the formation at all.

Yang Xingchen sketched with his hands again, and suddenly there was a bang, and the entire formation was violent again. Countless flames were submerged there, and they once again launched an attack on the Holy Son of Light.

His soul body was torn apart again, his bones were broken again, and blood flowed out freely.

In this formation, what if Holy Son of Fluttering Light has great abilities? Yang Xingchen only needs to lightly outline and type out the mysterious runes one by one, and I can make him walk around in pain.

"Holy Son of Shaking Light, do you think that after acquiring the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art and the Immortal Heaven Art, you are the chosen one? When you devoured the origin of others, did you ever think that you would be killed by others one day?"

"I'm going to knock your realm down and destroy your origins. I'm going to make your realm keep falling. Obediently hand over your Immortal Heavenly Art, and I'll give you a happy ending." Yang Xingchen said coldly. .

"You bastard..." Holy Son Yaoguang wanted to fight back at Yang Xingchen, but before he could finish his words, he was beaten until he vomited blood.

Now he was firmly trapped in the formation, being manipulated so hard that he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

This is an absolute suppression! It suppressed his soul, his realm, and took away his body.

When the Holy Son of Fluttering Light used secret techniques to heal his wounds, he had to burn his own origin to restore his soul body.

"If you kill me, the supreme elder of Yaoguang will chase you to the ends of the earth and kill you until you are completely destroyed." Holy Son Yaoguang said through gritted teeth, his teeth emitting a cold light.

(End of this chapter)