Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 46: Qi Refining Version of Flying Thunder God
"What do you mean!"

Tang Mingyi became furious after hearing what He Songling said.

"What do you mean? Does that mean that if you, the Tang Sect, want to kill someone with this configuration, you, the Tang Sect, are just noobs?" He Songling scratched his ears nonchalantly.

"bass!"

The hidden line was like a sharp blade, thrown out by Tang Mingyi and circled around He Songling's neck. She gently pulled it at the other end, and the rope tightened.

"He Songling, I want to kill you in a moment! For your master's sake, if you know what's best for you, get out of here. I can let you live!"

"Hey, Xiao Dong, are you listening to what your uncle-master is saying?" He Songling showed an expression like Donnie Yen pointing in a direction and smiling, and looked at Dong Chang.

"Uncle-master, stop it." Dong Chang sighed and tugged at Tang Mingyi's sleeve.

"What are you doing? I must kill this kid today!" Tang Mingyi was unmoved.

"Can you imagine what he does? The Sanyi Sect." Dong Chang had no doubt that He Songling had the ability to grow his head back. When they were in the inn, He Songling performed an abdominal dissection, which had shocked him for a hundred years.

"What's wrong with the Sanyi Sect? The Sanyi Sect is just... Humph!" Tang Mingyi seemed to realize something, and her voice became lower and lower. Finally, she snorted coldly and tried to save her dignity, "I still have many tricks up my sleeve!"

"Yes, I know you have many tricks, but the head of the sect is waiting inside, let's invite Mr. He in quickly." Dong Chang thought to himself, don't brag, what are your skills? Others don't know, but I don't know them as we are in the same sect? He is lying on the ground for you to kill, and you can chop him all day without any harm.

"Let's go! I'm telling you, I didn't close the traps on the road. If you die, it's your own bad luck!" After saying that, Tang Mingyi turned around and left without looking back.

Dong Chang bowed to He Songling and said, "Mr. He, are you coming?"

"If you open all these mechanisms and put them back together, it will take a lot of effort, right?" He Songling said without thinking.

Dong Chang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "You must be joking. Although it is difficult to reinstall our mechanism, it is still our Tang Sect's mountain protection formation. Our disciples often practice disassembling and assembling it several times when they have nothing to do, so we are pretty familiar with it."

"Stop. Just don't make me pay." He Songling was a little worried. What if this thing was like the emergency escape slide on the plane in his previous life? If it was accidentally opened, he would have to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the Tang Clan would blackmail him. That would not be good. Now that he had Dong Chang's guarantee, he felt relieved.

"Gaba!"

Using the third level of Reverse Life, He Songling stretched out his hand to break off one of his arms and one of his hips. Under Dong Chang's ghostly gaze, he jumped forward while holding his hip in one hand.

“Swish, swish!” “Ding-ling-ling!”

As expected, the hidden wire net array was triggered in an instant, cutting He Songling's hands and hips into pieces, and the warning bell kept ringing.

Dong Chang was about to turn around and exclaim, but he saw white gas rising from He Songling's body. The limbs injected by the white gas instantly grew back to normal, and then one hand and one leg began to move violently. The hand grabbed the hidden line and pulled hard, and the leg kicked hard at the net array.

"Tear!"

Instantly, there was a sound of cloth tearing. The material of this hidden thread was special, and even with He Songling's strength, he couldn't tear it apart at once, but it just looked much looser. However, this time, his hand and leg were cut again, leaving a wound several feet deep.

The arms were split from the palm to half of the forearm, and the legs were cut from the soles of the feet to above the knees.

This is one of the Tang Sect's reliance on dominating the world. If you dare to pull my hidden line, it's unclear whether my hidden line will break or not. Even if it breaks, your hands, feet and body will definitely be broken as well. Unless the opponent is He Songling.

Dong Chang had no doubt that this could stop He Songling. Sure enough, within a breath, the limb grew back again and began to tear, kick and kick again.

"Wow, good fellow, what kind of material is this hidden thread of your Tang Sect? I'll write a song of praise for you on it later."

Dong Chang asked stupidly, "What hymn?"

"It has been spread and covered, washed and dried, pulled and tugged, and kicked and kicked." The Qi seal on He Songling's hand flashed, and he took out an awl from somewhere, and used the Eight Directions to carve these four sentences on the wall of the Tang Sect Valley. He turned around and asked Dong Chang: "Hey, can you tear off two feet of it for me to sew a piece of clothing?"

"Sew a piece of clothing? I'll make a bed sheet and cut you to death!" Dong Chang thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. The four sentences left by He Songling were definitely the greatest humiliation to the Tang Sect.

But you just can't beat him, what can Dong Chang do?

Then He Songling stopped every step, and remotely controlled his limbs to pave the way for himself. Whether it was rolling stones, kerosene, poisonous liquid, poisonous smoke, or flying locusts, they were all used against people. Facing an arm and a hip, they could be resurrected even if they were broken, so the Tang Sect's mechanisms were just like nothing.

In fact, He Songling could have used the method of Ye Maoshan to quietly put the Qi seal on Tang Mingyi, and then teleported himself over. But since Tang Mingyi came out to play such a "welcome" trick for him, of course he had to see what the Tang Sect was capable of, and he couldn't let down the Sanyi Sect.

"If not, how will the world view my old mentor?" He Songling tilted his head and said to Dong Chang, "People who don't know would think that Immortal Daying is afraid of the Tang Sect."

Zuo Rutong: I am afraid of you!

Just like that, under the angry and horrified gazes of Tang Mingyi and Dong Chang, He Songling just walked over as if he was strolling in the garden, without even a wrinkle on his clothes.

After passing the formation, they were led by two Tang Sect disciples and bypassed many cliffs, valleys and rugged mountain roads. Along the way, countless Tang Sect disciples stood on the cliffs on both sides, glaring at He Songling. He Songling was not afraid, but smiled and waved to them.

"Okay, okay, thank you. Oh, no need to stand up. No need to stand up. Look, you are so polite. You even gave me a gift."

He Songling reached out and grabbed the hidden weapons that were shot by two Tang Sect disciples, who didn't know whether they had failed to control them or had deliberately shot them, and threw them back. He Songling had never practiced the techniques of using hidden weapons, so he could not pose a threat to the Tang Sect disciples, whether in terms of strength or angle.

However, just when they were about to take back their hidden weapons and laugh at He Songling, they saw a flash of Qi Seal, and He Songling was like a Flying Thunder God, teleporting to the side of the Tang Sect disciple with the hidden weapon. Before the frightened disciple could come to his senses, He Songling pressed on the top of his head, turned in mid-air, and fell to the bottom of the valley again.

"call!"

With a flash of fire escape, He Songling landed steadily on the ground.

"Little brother, you haven't mastered the hidden weapon yet, so I'll give it back to you!"

Before He Songling finished speaking, the two Tang Sect disciples who had just thrown out the hidden weapons suddenly felt a heaviness on the top of their heads. They reached out to touch them and found that it was the hidden weapon they had just thrown out.

In an instant, it was like pouring cold water into boiling oil. The Tang Sect disciples on both sides of the mountain wall could no longer hold back and kept cursing, shaking the entire valley so much that it seemed as if the entire valley was shaking.

He Songling, on the other hand, turned his back to the bustling crowd. His movement did not slow down at all, as if the entire valley was welcoming him with joy. He waved his hand above his head and walked away.

(End of this chapter)