The Penglai faction, which has a 10,000-year-old foundation and is also well-known in the world, is really vulnerable to the offensive of the witch cult.

The sect leader Yuxu Venerable is seriously injured at the moment, the mana is not available, among the five elders with high mana, one is seriously injured, and four are dead, so calculated, where does Penglai have the ability and strength to compete with the witch cult at the moment, and there are many outstanding among the little disciples, but there are the four kings of the witch sect to make a move, and those little disciples may still be able to shout among their peers, but when they meet the four kings, they only have the share of the neck to be slaughtered.

The witch sect is like a bamboo, and the Penglai faction, which is known as one of the strongest sects in the world, has lost all opportunities to fight back against the witch sect.

There is no sect in the world that can compete with the Witch Sect alone, not even Kunlun, Golden Buddha and Penglai.

Duan Chen landed on the ground, listening to the screams of the women in the Penglai faction and the crying of the children, if Duan Chen had heard it before, he would definitely be filled with righteous indignation, even if he died in their hands today, he would definitely help Penglai, this is righteousness.

However, right now, not only did Duan Chen not have this kind of thought, but even more, when he heard such a bleak voice and such a sad scene, he felt inexplicably excited in his heart.

The Demon Immortal turned back into his true body, came to Duan Chen's side, and asked, "How is the sect leader?" ”

Holding back the discomfort in his body, Duan Chen said stubbornly: "I'm fine!" Tell the cultists to find my witch magic weapon, the magic flute. ”

Duan Chen's tone is becoming more and more like a leader, his tone and words have become old and serious, and he has become confident, he is no longer a child like before, and he will speak with a little childishness, now he is a man, a man who stands up to the sky.

Such a Duan Chen is also popular with the people of the Witch Cult, the Witch Sect is too lacking in a person who can really lead the people in the Witch Cult, although the Demon Immortal is strong, but after all, he is only the Demon King in the Witch Cult, and Duan Chen, who is the son of the previous Witch Sect Master, is incomparable in leading the Witch Sect, if Duan Chen has maintained this momentum and served as the leader of the Witch Sect, with the assistance of the Four Heavenly Kings, then the Witch Sect will definitely be prosperous, and everything seems to be so gradual.

It's just that in this witch sect, the four heavenly kings who are as smart as the four heavenly kings have begun to ignore a problem, that is, Duan Chen's conscience, although the Yin King can suppress Duan Chen's conscience, but the essence is that the kind Duan Chen will definitely awaken one day, and at that time, the speed of the witch sect's demise will definitely exceed the current speed of development.

There are both pros and cons, it just depends on how people in the witch sect are treated, and it depends on the length of time Duan Chen's conscience has awakened.

The witch cult is like a bamboo, and the attack on Penglai is like a massacre, and Penglai, who has lost his backbone, has no chance to turn over at the moment.

A black shadow floated in front of Duan Chen's eyes, the Ghost King took two steps forward and walked in front of Duan Chen and the Demon Immortal, his face was filled with a smile of victory, Duan Chen of the Ghost Dynasty and the Demon Immortal arched his hands and said: "Sect Master, Master, the Penglai Sect has completely lost the ability to resist now!" ”

The demon immortal ordered: "Hurry up and find the magic flute of my witch sect, and also, just like the Dao Buddha attacked my witch sect twenty years ago, all the magic weapons belonging to Penglai will be taken away, no matter whether they are available or not, how can these magic weapons fall into the Taoist sect." ”

The Ghost King said yes and turned to leave.

The Demon Immortal looked at the painful expression on Duan Chen's face and asked, "Sect Master, I'll give you the luck to heal your injuries, otherwise this will have great disadvantages for your cultivation in the future." ”

With a wry smile, Duan Chen said confidently: "If the Demon King is not by my side, then what should I do, so I still want to rely on my mana to make my injuries recover on their own, you can help me protect the Fa, and I will see if I can heal the injuries by myself!" ”

Closing his eyes, pinching the orchid in his hand, and meditating on the Sacred Heart mantra in his heart, the spiritual energy in his body has been exhausted, and now the only thing that can heal his own injuries is the rich aura, and Duan Chen can only recover it by relying on the supreme martial arts Sacred Heart mantra.

As soon as he was lucky, Duan Chen was at a loss as if he was overturning the river and the sea in his body.

Gradually, Duan Chen seemed to be asleep, and all the discomfort disappeared at this moment.

At this time, Duan Chen only felt that a somewhat fragmented memory fragment appeared in his mind, as if it had been cut by something, just a picture kept flashing in his mind one by one, trying to catch it, but these fragmented pictures only appeared for a moment and then disappeared actively.

Duan Chen only felt a pang of discomfort, and suddenly, his dark mind became obviously brighter, as if the dark sky in the early morning was pierced by the early sun.

As far as the eye can see, a piece of golden, boundless, infinitely extended, Duan Chen is like being in the scene at the moment, he can feel the infinite vastness inside, everything in the world, the entire universe is contained in it, and his own hands are like the optimus pillars in the entire yellow world, he can control everything at will, Duan Chen only feels that he is the master inside, everything is controlled by himself, that feeling of dominating everything is indeed wonderful, making Duan Chen feel a sense of freedom without any constraints.

At this time, the things that had appeared in his mind seemed to have become clear, there was a white figure, a blurry face, Duan Chen's eyes widened, and he wanted to see this face clearly, no matter how hard Duan Chen tried his best, he couldn't see it clearly.

There were a few more slightly impressions, and the faces that felt familiar were floating in the entire yellow air, faint and invisible.

The messy mind can't connect these fragmented and vague influences, like broken threads, scattered all over the place, and it is not easy to rearrange them.

In the yellow world, it suddenly became clear, as if it had vitality, and the yellow slowly faded like a tide, like the scene when the morning light dawned and the fog shrouded.

The mist was slowly fading, but the sunlight also pierced the entire fog cover, Duan Chen saw a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of glow, so beautiful and gorgeous.

Suddenly, a surging aura suddenly struck Duan Chen, a little more fertile than the aura of the spiritual land, making people feel cool and comfortable, at this moment Duan Chen has completely forgotten the pain, everything has been thrown away, all that is left is to look at this featureless landscape, the flashing characters have also disappeared, leaving a piece of white clouds and blue sky, but it lacks a little vitality, making people feel a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Duan Chen was immersed in this warm and comfortable world, completely forgetting everything, where he was, what he had done, he had forgotten everything, and only when the full aura poured into his body could he feel his existence.

"Master!"

A voice sounded, Duan Chen opened his eyes, with a little displeasure in his eyes, because when this voice sounded, the world he was in just now had all disappeared, and the black sky that he saw here could only be seen by the reflection of torches.

Standing up naturally, Duan Chen asked, "What did you call me?" ”

At this time, the four kings of the witch sect were all standing beside Duan Chen, and just now they also saw that strange scene, on the sky ring in Duan Chen's hand, a stream of cyan qi continued to surge towards Duan Chen.

The most puzzled should be the former owner of the Firmament Ring, the Demon Immortal, he also wore the Firmament Ring, although his mana is profound, but he has not been involved in the secret, and every time the Firmament Ring transports him yellow true qi, but as long as this qi travels in his body, he will feel a depression in his heart, and his body has a feeling of letting this qi be controlled.

"Could it be that this son has really comprehended the secret of the Firmament Ring, then in this case, this son can definitely be said to be a genius among geniuses." It is absolutely normal for the demon immortal to have this kind of thought, since the Firmament Ring has been passed down to the present, but no one has comprehended it, even if it is not tens of thousands of years, but also thousands of years, and even more, there are many people who have lost their lives because of this, and some have gone mad.

And with Duan Chen's posture when he just got up and the momentum exuded from his body, the injuries on his body seemed to be a little better. Could it be that Duan Chen has already recovered?

The Yin King pulled back his thoughts and smiled at Duan Chen: "After the great victory, all the disciples of the Penglai Sect have already died at the hands of my Witch Sect, so in this way, the revenge of my Witch Sect has also been avenged a little." ”

Victory was something that had long been expected in Duan Chen's heart, but at this moment he was thinking about another thing in his heart, and after thinking of this, Duan Chen couldn't be interested in anything else, what he was thinking about was very simple, that is, who were the few people who had just appeared in that yellow world, and why did they appear in his mind? But as long as Duan Chen thought about these people, he would feel a splitting headache, and after several attempts to no avail, Duan Chen had no choice but to give up.

"Now that Penglai has been destroyed, I don't think there is any need for us to stay here anymore, order all the witch cult disciples to go home."

Duan Chen's words were a little absent-minded, and he didn't have the excitement and passion he had when he came.

The four kings frowned at the same time, the four of them, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why Duan Chen has such an unexplained situation.

The Demon Immortal smiled and said, "Sect Master, why don't you ask about another important matter that we are here, I think the Sect Master is absent-minded, could it be that he is seriously injured?" ”

The Demon Immortal's question has another meaning.

Duan Chen only remembered what he was doing in Penglai at this time, he had just focused on that yellow world, and he actually forgot the most important thing, smiled slightly, and said, "I think with the ability of the four kings, the magic flute has been recovered, and my injuries have healed, so you don't have to worry." ”

Such an understatement made the four kings stunned, the serious injury that Duan Chen showed just now was only healed in less than an hour, what kind of terrible thing is this, even if it is something that a man like a demon immortal can't do, but Duan Chen did it.

Duan Chen was just twenty years old at this time!