Tathagata Demonic Palm.
To Yan Mingkong, it was slightly different from other absolute arts.
It was not about the strength of the Rulai Demonic Palm, but about her uncle, Yan Zhao.
In the past, in the Divine Land, Yan and Zhao were famous for their attainments in the Buddha's Demonic Palm and were known as "Devil Amitabha".
Yan Mingkong's Rulai Demonic Palm was personally taught by Yan Zhao.
After that, Yan Zhao fell under the hands of the Sea of Bitterness successor of the Demonic Buddha Orthodox Sect who infiltrated the Divine Land.
After the only elder who cared for her passed away, Rulai's Demonic Palm had a special meaning to Yan Mingkong.
Wandering in the Mortal World, danger lurked on every side, and the technique she relied on the most was the Netherworld Sword Art.
Apart from that, the supreme art that he had never let go of was the remnant of the Buddha's Demonic Palm passed down by the Ancient God of the Divine Land.
Yan Mingkong had used his Tathagata Demonic Palm to kill a direct descendant of the Misery Sea lineage in the Mortal World.
The Buddha's Demonic Palm that she practiced was only up to the fifth move, Karma Severing the Three Realms. Moreover, compared to the orthodox Godly Palm, every move and every move had its flaws.
With her current strength, it didn't make much of a difference whether she had the Buddha's Demonic Palm or not.
However, compared to the other martial arts that had been destroyed by Chen Luoyang, losing the Tathagata Demonic Palm was indeed a different feeling.
Yan Mingkong, who was usually cold and calm, had a rare fluctuation in his eyes at this moment.
However, this fluctuation only lasted for an instant.
Soon, Yan Mingkong returned to normal.
She didn't say a word. Her ice-blue eyes met Chen Luoyang's dark golden eyes.
Chen Luoyang looked even calmer than her.
The Tathagata Demonic Palm was, of course, a direct lineage of the Bitter Sea.
However, Yan Mingkong's Buddha's Demonic Palm Fragment was truly learned from the Ancient God of the Divine Land.
Now that the other party had left the sect, there was naturally no room for negotiation.
Under the Sky Stealing Sun Changing Technique, all of Yan Mingkong's cultivation, except for the three styles of Dark Sword, was basically reduced to nothing.
When she was in the Divine Land, she had learned a variety of things.
She was proficient in almost all of the Divine Land's Ancient God's divine arts and skills, with the exception of the Heavenly Demon's Blood and the Great Sun King Incantation. The Boundless Nature Divine Art could only be considered as half a master.
Over the years, Yan Mingkong had basically mastered all kinds of secret techniques.
But at this moment, Chen Luoyang broke them down and extracted them one by one.
Her insides were in a mess.
The sacred flame lit up by the transcendence was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.
It was all thanks to her transcendence and sainthood that her core foundation was the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld instead of the inheritance of the Ancient God.
Therefore, even though Chen Luoyang had destroyed all the knowledge he had learned from the Ancient God, the sacred flame of martial arts was not extinguished.
However, under such precarious circumstances, it would be very difficult for her to call herself a Martial Saint.
Although it didn't seem like he was injured, Yan Mingkong could feel the pain of his meridians and acupoints shattering all over his body.
However, one couldn't see any clues on her face. She was calm from beginning to end, but her originally pale face was even paler.
Chen Luoyang released his hand.
Yan Mingkong stood in Silence at the bottom of the stairs in front of him.
The other disciples of the Ancient God in the Demonic God Palace were all looking at Yan Mingkong. They could feel that although there was still the cold air of the River Styx remaining in her body, her aura was weak and messy.
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't say anything for a moment.
… Hierarch Chen really did what he said.
He said he wouldn't use the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, so he wouldn't.
However, he said he would take back all the knowledge Yan Mingkong had learned from the Demonic God Sect.
It was just that the difficulty of such a detailed stripping was much higher than simply destroying Yan Mingkong's cultivation.
The Demonic God Palace had already been managed by Chen Luoyang to the point that it was almost a piece of iron. At this moment, everyone witnessed Chen Luoyang punishing Yan Mingkong, and their hearts were filled with awe and respect.
Zhuang Yuting and some others were the rising stars that Tang Yiming and the others had nurtured.
But at this moment, being in the Demonic God Palace and feeling Chen Luoyang's arrogance, everyone was stunned. They lowered their heads and didn't dare to breathe.
Chen Luoyang looked at Yan Mingkong indifferently. "If you had performed well just now, it wouldn't have been a problem to let you go. If you completely disappointed me, I would have simply given you a quick death. Now, it's neither good nor bad, but very boring. You are really the same as always."
Slowly, Yan Mingkong exhaled but didn't say anything.
"Go and reflect on yourself." Chen Luoyang waved his hand. "Take her away and put her in detention. No one is allowed to visit her without my permission."
Zhang Tianheng immediately stepped forward and saluted. "Yes, I will obey the Hierarch's order."
After saying that, he personally stepped forward to take Yan Mingkong away.
At this moment, Yan Mingkong's body was in chaos. Naturally, she couldn't resist.
She was imprisoned in the Demonic God Palace.
Zhang Tianheng naturally knew his Hierarch's way of doing things. He had already made various arrangements in the Demonic God Palace.
In such a situation, Yan Mingkong would definitely not be sent to the White Tiger Hall, which was theoretically in charge of the prison. Instead, she would be dealt with in the Demonic God Palace.
Therefore, he had already arranged a place like a prison cell. At this moment, he was sending Yan Mingkong there.
"Excuse me." Zhang Tianheng put Yan Mingkong in a cell. He didn't make things difficult for her.
He was loyal to Chen Luoyang. When he was in the Divine Land, he didn't get along with the Ancient God Faction and Yan Mingkong.
But personally, he naturally recognized Yan Mingkong's talent and strength. He wouldn't underestimate her.
Yan Mingkong was imprisoned and her movements were restricted.
However, compared to the difficulties of the external environment, the pain in her body was more intense.
Yan Mingkong's face was as pale as paper. But her eyes were firm and calm. She was not anxious or impatient. Little by little, she sorted out the chaos in her body and relieved the pain.
In the main hall of the Demonic God Palace, Chen Luoyang sat calmly on the high seat. What happened just now seemed to be an insignificant interlude.
"Don't relax during your daily cultivation. From now on, the inspection will be changed to once every half a month. Those who perform well will be rewarded and those who perform poorly will be punished," he said unhurriedly.
The disciples of the Ancient God Faction in the main hall immediately said respectfully, "We will follow Hierarch Chen's order."
Chen Luoyang nodded slightly and named Ning Jiuwei. "I will leave the palace for a few days. I will leave this place to you."
In the Demonic God Palace, Ning Jiuwei was not the only Emperor Wu of the Fifteenth Realm.
But at this moment, everyone looked at her with envy.
Zhang Tianheng's strength had improved by leaps and bounds. But for the time being, he still couldn't subdue everyone. Su Ye was not reliable.
Chen Luoyang's order just now was clearly for Ning Jiuwei to temporarily become the leader of the people in the Demonic God Palace.
After Xie Buxiu, Ning Jiuwei was undoubtedly going to be the leader.
She had completed the previous few errands, and obviously, she had gained Chen Luoyang's approval and trust.
"This subordinate understands." Ning Jiuwei was unfazed by honor and humiliation, and he replied respectfully.
Chen Luoyang nodded and looked at Su Ye. "Behave yourself. The time is almost up."
When Su Ye heard this, her eyes instantly lit up and she nodded repeatedly.
As if he was afraid that Chen Luoyang wouldn't believe him, the young man with disheveled hair stood upright at this moment. He was well-behaved and looked down.
But the joy in his eyes couldn't be concealed.
Chen Luoyang didn't care about him anymore. He got up and walked out of the main hall.
The others respectfully sent him off. Su Ye quietly followed behind him.
"Senior Apprentice Brother!" Su Ye followed behind Chen Luoyang and asked quietly, "Is he going to reach realm fourteen?"
Chen Luoyang's footsteps didn't stop. As he walked, he said, "He still needs time, but the time should be within this year."
Su Ye was instantly overjoyed.
Chen Luoyang glanced at him and laughed inwardly.
It must have been hard for this kid to wait for Ban Hongqing for so long.
If Ban Hongqing successfully broke through to realm fourteen, then Su Ye could use the other's Cauldron Divine Art to sharpen her spear again.
After this trip, she wouldn't have to suppress Su Ye anymore.
Her accumulation was already very rich. Once it erupted, it would definitely be shocking.
But the premise was that Ban Hongqing had to reach realm fourteen first.
He, who was at realm thirteen, couldn't help Su Ye, who was at realm fourteen.
The many rare treasures that Ban Hongqing needed for cultivation had long been sent from the mortal world to the Divine Land.
To be able to stand out from the crowd and finally cultivate the Cauldron Divine Art, Ban Hongqing's martial talent was naturally extraordinary.
The mortal world was rich in resources. The rare treasures that supplemented the shortage of the Divine Land could effectively help Ban Hongqing break through.
However, he had already reached the realm of Emperor Wu. If he wanted to break through, the difficulty was naturally not small.
Even if Ban Hongqing had potential, the key was the length of time.
Otherwise, even if Chen Luoyang could wait for him, Su Ye couldn't.
If Ban Hongqing wanted to break through as soon as possible, in addition to the more abundant resources of the mortal world, he also needed other means.
This was the reason why Chen Luoyang left him in the Divine Land and did not bring him to the mortal world, which was theoretically better in the outside world.
Now he only hoped that he could work harder and break through as soon as possible.
After sending Su Ye to cultivate in seclusion, Chen Luoyang left the main altar of the Ancient God and went to see Abbot Fakong of the Bitter Sea Lineage.
In the main altar, the first seat of the Basaltic Temple, Tang Yiming, and his subordinates watched Chen Luoyang's figure leave, and they didn't speak for a long time.
After a long time, someone said, "The people around Chen Luoyang are very tight-lipped. We couldn't find any useful information, but there is news from the Wilderness that Canglan Tie died in the hands of Chen Luoyang."
Everyone's heart was heavy.
Canglan Tie, who was at the peak of the Martial Saint Realm in the 18th realm, was a famous figure even in the entire mortal world. He was talented and had an outstanding cultivation base. His swordsmanship was strong enough to compete with the peak Martial Saints of the Sky River and Blood River Lineage.
Before this, in the Ancient God, the only person who dared to say that he could definitely beat him in the Martial Saint Realm was the "Setting Sun King" Zheng Chi, who was ranked in the top ten Martial Saints of the mortal world.
In the end, he died in the hands of Chen Luoyang, who was at the 17th realm?
Compete, defeat, kill, capture, these were all different levels of difficulty.
"Could it be a trick, using treasures, or maybe he took advantage of Canglan Tie when he was seriously injured?" someone asked with difficulty.
Although this was what he said, his tone was obviously not confident.
Someone at the side sighed and said, "There is also unconfirmed news that he once fought with the queen of the Wilderness.
Although it has not been confirmed, but if we link the two together, I'm afraid … "
He didn't continue, and the person from before fell silent again.
Everyone felt the pressure was huge.
Tang Yiming didn't say anything. He just looked into the distance and remained silent.
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