"Observer, the Leng family is willing to be the vanguard!!"
As the army formation rushed towards them, the head of the Leng family gave a cold shout and led everyone around him into the sky.
"Your Excellency, I am also willing to be the vanguard!"
With a series of loud shouts, Lin Feng and the Tiger Head Death Spear seemed to be theirs for the taking.
"Hahaha! Good! Once this thief is captured, I will definitely petition His Majesty for a reward for everyone!" Chen Yutang laughed loudly and immediately made a promise to everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the head of the Leng family led the four people beside him and rushed towards Lin Feng.
After glancing at the few people rushing towards him, Lin Feng smiled subtly to himself, then took a step back and ceded the battlefield to Hong Ling.
Terrifying black flames engulfed her entire body. Then, Hong Ling, in her Demonic Spirit state, raised the Tiger Head Death Spear, creating tangible black waves that pressed down on them.
"Hahahaha, when dark clouds press down on the sun, how terrifying is that?" The head of the Leng family faced the oncoming spearhead head directly, and elegant ink clouds appeared on the three-foot sword in his hand.
"Hahaha, I'm never afraid!"
"I fear these dark clouds will not be enough to satisfy my desires!"
"Become the Demon Slayer of the Nine Heavens!"
The Leng family members beside her burst into laughter, a surge of heroic spirit emanating from their chests, transforming into beams of divine light that entered Hong Ling's attack range.
Ding ding ding!
The five swords rang out, directly triggering the Xuanjia Divine Shadow Army's formation and forcing Hongling back to the ground.
"The Twelve Sages of the Leng Family have followed His Majesty in his campaigns since the Tang Dynasty, slaying countless demons and monsters. How terrifying have they been?"
"Hahaha! What does it matter if I live or die!"
The figures, appearing and disappearing, descended from the sky. The twelve generals who had been rewarded by the Holy Tang Dynasty were the divine generals recognized by heaven and earth. They appeared together behind the head of the Leng family and joined the great formation in the sky, causing an endless echo.
Lin Feng sneered. What a fine line, "What does it matter if I live or die?" If that were really the case, so be it. But they were just robbing people, singing their praises of life and death while doing something so noble.
Once you've seized territory and acquired resources, what's the next step?
Why rob ordinary people again?
Look at this group of people. Even Li Bai had to marry into the prime minister's family to have a chance to become an official. In such an era, if you're a dog, you're destined to be a dog for generations to come.
Huang Chao's killing was excellent and brilliant; he wanted to join the attack!
But will simply killing them all lead to understanding?!
The killing intent in Lin Feng's eyes intensified, and he couldn't exhale the breath in his heart. In the past, fighting with the participants was just meaningless killing, but now he wished he could slaughter this group of people, slaughter their sanctimonious facade, slaughter their hopes, and slaughter all their futures!
"Hehehehe..."
Suddenly, a soft laugh echoed in his mind, and the killing intent transformed into a series of frantic thoughts, making him want to take the spear from Hong Ling's hand and personally plunge into it.
Yes, number 78.
That was his murderous intent, his desire to kill into it.
It was the anger he wanted to release, liberate, vent, and unleash; it was his anger towards everything in this world that was repulsive!
Only by killing can this group of people be destroyed!
Killing them all won't save the world at all!
Does killing them all over again really work?!
"Mysterious Pearl Ink!"
"The Spirit-Crushing Inkstone!"
"A painting of a pine tree!"
"Clear pine smoke!"
The Leng family members unleashed their literary treasures.
"The wind is like swords and rain, where is there no bloodshed!"
Xuan Zhumo transformed into a sky full of swords and blades as he spoke.
"Ink traces, inkstone shadows, and moonlight appear!"
The Xuanzhu ink fell onto the Nianling inkstone, and within its cool light, invisible sharpness reappeared once more.
"Hahaha, an evergreen pine, a heart of steel and a soul of music!"
With a whoosh, a vast sea of green pines appeared from the unfolded painting of green pines, each pine needle emitting a sword-like sound as it danced, sweeping towards Lin Feng and Hong Ling.
"Bright moon shines among the pines, a divine dragon rides the mist, a giant tiger emerges from the forest!"
A roar suddenly erupted, and amidst the boundless killing intent, a dragon and a tiger emerged, circling Lin Feng and launching a fierce attack within this forest of green pines and swords.
"kill!!"
With a single word of "kill," the Leng family led the Xuanjia Divine Shadow Army into the pine forest. The killing intent of a dragon and a tiger roared forth, biting at Lin Feng and Hong Ling from the left and right.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The Tiger Head Death Spear in Hongling's hand was aroused by the murderous intent coming from the aristocratic family. The aura from the aristocratic family was what it hated most. The Leng family's mockery was the evil of its former master's repeated slaughter.
"When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month..."
In a daze, Huang Chao's figure emerged from the gun, and a sense of despair first appeared before Lin Feng's eyes.
His ambitions were crushed by the same laughter; everything he had learned and seen was trampled underfoot by the word "aristocratic family."
"When my flower blooms, all other flowers wither."
Despair gradually turned into rage. Huang Chao's figure seemed to overlap with Hong Ling's, and that will resonated with Lin Feng at this moment.
"The fragrance of incense soars to the heavens and permeates Chang'an!"
"The whole city is adorned with golden armor!"
The imagery conveyed in the poems was fully revealed to Lin Feng, and Huang Chao's voice once again echoed in his ears.
"Kid, I like the murderous aura you exude."
"I ask you, do you dare to charge into Chang'an on my behalf?"
He refused last time. The Holy Tang Dynasty was indeed powerful, and it was indeed a prosperous era.
But now... is this prosperous era truly as you wished?
Then let's march on Chang'an!
Without needing a response, Huang Chao's last remaining will, imbued in the spear, had already seen the murderous intent in Lin Feng's eyes. In that instant, the Tiger Head Death Spear uncontrollably unleashed a tornado-like killing intent.
The bamboo forest surrounding them was instantly cleared out, and the approaching Divine Shadow Army failed to get close. The black tiger formed by demonic power on the spear bit the dragon tiger summoned by the Leng family to death and roared at the Xuanjia Divine Shadow Army.
"kill!"
Lin Feng's will spread out with a roar, and the Nine Demon Stars revealed a destructive intent, sweeping over everyone around him.
"you..."
The Leng family members immediately stopped breathing and knelt on the ground, looking at Lin Feng in disbelief.
This is the power of the supreme saint; with just a will, one can obliterate mortals.
Lin Feng swung his demonic blade, and Hong Ling swept her spear across. A fleeting glimpse of cold light severed the heads of the Leng family members, as well as those who were trying to take advantage of the chaos.
call!
A chilling wind swept by, and everyone's souls dissipated along with their heads, filling the world with a continuous, mournful sound.
Amidst the chilling voice that sent shivers down Chen Yutang's spine, Lin Feng walked step by step to the trembling body, the murderous intent gripping his throat.
Do you know why I lured you here?
A calm voice, laced with suppressed anger, reached Chen Yutang's ears. He quickly noticed the word "引" (yin, meaning "to lead" or "to guide") and then it dawned on him: "The Mangshan North Road, the convoy escorting Huang Chao's family!"
"Yes, I want you to spread the word that Huang Chao is back!"
Lin Feng smiled, and the will contained within the Nine Demon Stars transformed into the Great Destruction Rune, ruthlessly intruding into Chen Yutang's heart and shattering his literary spirit.
"Cough cough cough..." Chen Yutang's breath fell, and he collapsed to the ground. Having lost his cultivation, he no longer had his former composure.
"Others use righteous energy to nurture their literary energy, while you use literary energy to nurture righteous energy. Hehehe, without this cultivation, what difference is there between you and that bandit?" Lin Feng reached out and placed his hand on the other's shoulder, and a wisp of demonic power grabbed him again.
"You have half an hour. If you don't get back to Yuntian City, not only will these people be happy to tear you to pieces, but you will also die on the way."
Lin Feng pointed to the ghost market slaves who were still watching behind him, and kicked Chen Yutang down the mountain road.
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