C78 Dust to Dust Earth to Dust

"Yes!" Yang Xiaotian let out a stern shout. Following which, a loud sound was heard. The large blade in Ming Chonghuan's hand was sent flying in an instant, and he was also forced to take a few steps back.

Besides, Yang Xiaotian didn't give Ming Chonghuan any chance to turn the situation around. After throwing away the blade, he launched a fierce attack. First, he launched a few Mount Tai Thunder Rushing Palm at Ming Chonghuan's back. Then, he used the "Hong Meng Fist" and the "Pan Gu Mountain Splitting Hand" of Lou Temple. Then, he turned around and used the "Great Falling Tablet Hand" of Shaolin. . .

Each of his attacks was ruthless, and he kept pressing forward step by step.

Ming Chonghuan was only able to parry his attacks. He did not have the strength to fight back. He kept retreating until he could not retreat!

"How can you have so many ultimate skills!" Ming Chonghuan said.

This time, Yang Xiaotian didn't pay any attention to him. He rushed forward and struck out with his palm.

He couldn't dodge in time, but Ming Chonghuan waved his sleeve. "Flying Snow Facing Spring" instantly, snowflakes fluttered in front of Ming Chonghuan. Cold qi surged. This move was somewhat similar to the "Demon Dragon Illusion Moon" in the "Nine Dragons Spell. 'Both of them used a kind of ingenious method to knock out the inner energy and scatter it. It was placed in front of him, and it seemed to be ethereal. But it can withstand a thousand pounds of force.

Yang Xiaotian and Ming Chonghuan were so far away from each other. Ming Chonghuan thought that Yang Xiaotian was just using the Thunder Rushing Palm. It was more than enough to block the attack with the Flying Snow and Spring Welcoming Technique. Who would have thought that Ming Chonghuan would be stunned the moment Yang Xiaotian attacked? It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him.

"Bang!" With a loud sound, Ming Chonghuan forcefully took the attack and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Fortunately, Ming Chonghuan's inner force was powerful. If it was anyone else, they would have been blown to pieces long ago. However, even Ming Chonghuan's meridians were damaged and his five viscera were shattered.

"You, you. . . " After a long time, Ming Chonghuan finally calmed down the inner force that was boiling in his chest and said, "How do you know the Palm Thunder? Isn't this Duanmu Hongcheng? Isn't this the martial art of Sky Mountain?"

"Wait till the Underworld asks the Yama King. " Yang Xiaotian said as he rushed towards Wu Sanyou and Black Widow. He used his fastest speed to help the two of them up. After a while, the cold air on the two of them slowly melted.

However, Yang Xiaotian did not stop. When the cold poison on their bodies was completely removed, Yang Xiaotian slowly stood up and looked at Ming Chonghuan coldly. And Ling Shuangao, who was standing in front of him.

"What do you want?" Ming Chonghuan immediately asked.

"You lost. " Yang Xiaotian replied.

"Hmm?" Ming Chonghuan was startled.

"I still won't hurt him. " Before Ming Chonghuan could say anything, he heard Yang Xiaotian say. " You. . . "

"Don't!" Ling Shuangao quickly said and looked at Yang Xiaotian. He looked at Ming Chonghuan and thought for a moment. He immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Great Hero Yang. I know that the Ming family and my father have committed countless crimes against you. It is truly unforgivable. However, my father is already very old, and his meridians are already broken. Please spare his life. " As he spoke, he kowtowed several times towards Yang Xiaotian.

"No need. " However, he heard Yang Xiaotian say, "I said it clearly. He must die. "

"Great Hero Yang!" Ling Shuangao took a deep breath. "If you can let father go, junior is willing to exchange my life for yours!"

"Xuan'er, don't do this. " He immediately heard Ming Chonghuan say, "This is a matter between me and him. Don't get involved. No matter what, he won't let me go. . . "

However, Ling Shuangao refused to give up. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. After a long time. . .

As for Yang Xiaotian, from the beginning to the end, he had been begging for mercy. Don't say a word.

When Ling Shuangao stopped talking, he heard Yang Xiaotian speak. " In the 25th year of Kaiyuan, you appeared in the Spiritual Mist Mountain. And you lived in seclusion there for seven years. In the 3rd year of the Heavenly Treasure, you returned to the 18 caves of the Seamless Hell, and stayed there for another five years. "

As soon as these words came out. . . You! How did you know?"

"And your son, Ling Shuangao. " Yang Xiaotian said, "His original name was Ming Zixuan, and he was your illegitimate son. Not long after he was born, his mother. . . Unfortunately passed away. He had always been raised at the top of Shennong with your old tribe!"

At this moment, Ming Chonghuan was dumbfounded. He looked at Yang Xiaotian and asked, "So you know about it?"

"Not only that!" He heard Muh Yifeng say, "We also found the Weng Thousand Corpses Myriad Poisons Powder a long time ago. And it dropped a bag. Of course. . . You never thought of giving the real Thousand Corpses Myriad Poisons Powder to him. Therefore, the old Thousand Corpses Myriad Poisons Powder in Great Hero Ling's saber hilt wasn't the old one we forged, but something you forged later on. Great Hero Ling. . . Do you now understand the ins and outs of this matter?"

Ling Shuangao did not reply. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ming Chonghuan.

After a long time, he heard Ming Chonghuan say, "That is, after all, a Thousand Corpses Myriad Poisons Powder!"

Ling Shuangao seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it back when the words were about to come out of his mouth.

Before long, he heard Yang Xiaotian say, "Today, you and I have fought like this, and we know each other's limits. Actually, our grudges have already been settled, but you just can't let go of yourself. "

After saying that, Yang Xiaotian rushed in front of Ling Shuangao. Before Ling Shuangao could react, he had already pressed on Ling Shuangao's acupuncture point. After that, he leapt into the air and landed on the roof of the building.

Black Widow, Wu Sanyou, Yu Zhenzhen, and Muh Yifeng also surrounded Ming Chonghuan after Yang Xiaotian left.

They did not attack, and neither did they argue. No one knew what they had said.

Not long after, they left as well.

After that, there was only Ming Chonghuan left in the courtyard.

Silence. It was as silent as death. Ming Chonghuan was the only one left in the thief's manor, quietly waiting for his death.

Of course, Yang Xiaotian and the others didn't let Ming Chonghuan go either.

Not long after that, a rustling sound could be heard in the sky. Ming Chonghuan couldn't help but raise his head and look. He saw a dark mass that blotted out the sky and the sun, quickly approaching the bandits' hall.

It was the Bloodthirsty Bat. Not long after, thousands of bats flew into the Thief Hall and surrounded Ming Chonghuan.

Even though he knew that he would die for sure, he still found it hard to accept when he truly arrived. Even though Ming Chonghuan had been to the gates of hell countless times.

At this moment, Ming Chonghuan's face was filled with disbelief. And in the eyes, it's like overturning a bottle of sauce, mixed with five flavors.

As for what Ming Chonghuan was thinking at this moment, perhaps he was the only one who knew. Of course, he himself might not know either.

Perhaps fear, despair, or regret. . . Perhaps regret, unwillingness, or anger. Perhaps he was still hoping for a chance to turn things around, a miracle to happen, and he was still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Festival!

Then he heard a few sounds. Ahhhh!!!

"Ah! Help! Ah! Ahhhh!"