Chapter 1,50 Holy Lord? 6

He gritted his teeth and tried hard to control the power of the "Dao Dian", but this power could not be controlled at all. All he did was futile, but he did not feel like he gave up. His soul entangled with this power and started fighting in his body.

It was a stalemate for half an hour. At this time, the power of the "Dao Dian" seemed to have gradually slowed down, but the vortex of spiritual energy continued, and lightning flew everywhere.

Fortunately, Yang Chen became aware.

When the Dao Dian was devouring power, the wind banner in his eyebrows also devoured a lot of power. The color of the wind banner was completely renewed and looked majestic.

The huge power seemed to replenish the damage of the wind banner and repair it.

With the rumbling sound, Yang Chen felt that his body was about to explode, and his whole body made a strange noise.

Crack...

In the midst of the shocking thunder, the spiritual vortex suddenly paused and stopped.

The sudden change shocked the people who sent the tribe, but several people reacted very quickly.

"With now..."

Buzz...

He quickly made a magic trick in his hand, and several barriers of various shapes appeared outside Yang Chen's body, and a large amount of spiritual liquid was cut in an instant. When the barrier appeared again, he was already sending the punishment clan.

They used the formation to collect Yang Chen's spiritual liquid and seize food from the tiger's mouth.

The saint frowned slightly, wondering if this would anger Yang Chen.

"Wooah..."

Yang Chen roared, his arms shook, and a breath of destruction spread.

The roar of spiritual energy cyclone was shattered directly, but at this time, a light appeared again on the Immortal Sacrifice Monument, which completely protected more than a dozen balls of spiritual liquids the size of fists, and then formed a barrier at the foot of the Immortal Sacrifice Monument, sealing these spiritual liquids in it, like a small puddle.

This immortal sacrifice monument is indeed very spiritual, and the living ancestors are still alive.

The people who sent the tribe were extremely excited.

The aura that was comparable to the mid-stage Jindan cultivator swept out, but something unexpected happened again. A wind banner the size of a palm-sized in Yang Chen's eyebrows shot out, turning into a hundred-foot banner in the air, with an aura that was not inferior to Yang Chen.

As soon as the wind banner appeared, dense runes spewed out, and the entire massacre garden was filled with a burst.

A large number of mysterious runes appeared in the sky, and the formation was quickly restored.

A more complete order is being constructed. When the saint saw this scene, he burst into tears.

The people who sent the tribe to kneel down one after another, and the holy objects were all revealed.

"Holy Lord..."

"Holy Lord..."

Unintentionally, they fully recognized the identity of the Holy Lord Yang Chen.

boom……

After a while, the wind banner rune dissipated and turned into streaming light and shot into Yang Chen's eyebrows.

Yang Chen's breath gradually fell back, and he knew that in the end, there were still some slight fluctuations left.

He still can't control his own strength well.

Open your hands and look up at the sky, and don't move for a long time.

This posture looks a little arrogant, as if it is despising the sky.

A ray of sunlight hit Yang Chen's body, and his light golden body made him look extremely sacred.

"Holy Lord..."

"Holy Lord..."

Some people took the lead, some people began to echo, of course, this time it was voluntary.

The sound became louder and louder, and waves overwhelmed the waves.

It alarmed Yang Chen.

"What kind of plane?"

He murmured in his heart, twisted his neck mechanically, and when he saw it, he was shocked;

"What are you doing?"

I felt like I covered my chest with my hands, but fortunately, my pants were still there due to the plot setting.

His actions were not wrong with the punishment tribe, but he didn't know what to do next. Yang Chen did not say that they dared not act rashly. Fortunately, the saint's voice sounded again at this time.

"Worship to the Holy Lord..."

"Worship to the Holy Lord..."

The people who sent the tribe were very neat this time, and Rong Yusheng and the others were stunned on the spot.

Yang Chen was very confused and scratched his head;

"You have recognized the wrong person, my name is Yang Chen..."

"No matter what you call, I am the holy lord of the Punishment tribe. From now on, I will follow the orders of the Punishment tribe, bowing the essence, and never refusing to die."

He felt happy, if he could conquer these people...

"No, you can't be greedy..."

Yang Chen warned himself to be calm and calm, not knowing what was going on, but looking back at what happened just now, his current changes and improvement in strength may be the price paid by the punishment tribe.

It is already miserable to send the punishment clan to death. If you get the benefits for nothing, you will be able to take them away.

So many people in this clan just died, and they encountered such a disaster. They could no longer deceive them, and their conscience could not be overcome.

But people have already kneeled down, what else can they do?

He said with a tough bullet;

"Why are you kneeling when you get up?"

"Thank you, Holy Lord..."

Well, this is the first time I have encountered this situation, and I don’t know how to do it.

At this time, a voice came, and it was the Saint.

"Ahem...puff..."

It’s too hard for the saint to last for so long, and it’s over.

Everyone was shocked.

"Father……"

"Saint..."

There is a Holy Lord now, but this is the former Holy Lord, it doesn’t matter.

The saint looked at it, Yang Chen looked at the saint, and as he watched the saint return to his hometown, he bounced helplessly and walked over naked.

“Say it…”

It was obvious that the saint had something to say, and Yang Chen asked directly. He also realized that the saint had no time, and the spiritual energy input by Qi Feng was useless at all.

"Saint Lord, life and death are not worth cherishing. The voluntary tribe members are in good condition. I will leave the fate of punishing tribes to you..."

This is a dying entrusted to the orphans. Looking at the sad tribe, their home, the ruins, the bodies of their relatives who were not yet buried, and even the babies buried in the ruins, Yang Chen didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply asked;

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

Because he really didn't know, hearing this, a smile appeared on the saint's pale face.

Cough cough cough...

Coughing blood again, Yang Chen stepped forward and grabbed his hand, wanting to see what he was doing.

"Hey, don't die..."

"Haha... the Holy Lord has... my heart, I... my own situation... I know... my own."

"Father……"

"Saint..."

When the tribe sent to the punishment, they were all concerned and anxious when they saw his situation.

"Clan...people...assist the Holy...Master..."

"Father……"

"Saint..."

Obviously, he is almost out of reach.

Yang Chen stood up, looked at the tribe who was sent to the punishment at this moment, felt their pain, and looked back at the saint;

"If I don't die, they will definitely be fine..."

Looking at Yang Chen's serious face, the saint suddenly felt at this moment. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He used all his strength to kneel down and thank Yang Chen again. But this time, Yang Chen stopped him, helped him up, and let him sit up in front of the immortal sacrifice monument.

"Hold on for a while..."
Chapter completed!