Chapter 155: Demon Cultivation 2

Yang Daxian shook his head vigorously, cleared his mind for a while, just came out, his vision was a little flowery, he didn't see it very clearly, he stretched his waist casually, rubbed his eyes, and then carefully looked at the scene outside. lā

"Huh?"

When he saw these ordinary people in front of him kneeling down to worship him, he was a little puzzled, but when he saw the sacrifice on the ground, he seemed to have an understanding, and he wanted to say that it was a misunderstanding, but when his gaze touched those eyes full of horror and awe, he slipped to his mouth and held back.

And just when Yang Chen hesitated, the old man who was ready to die suddenly crawled in front of Yang Chen, holding Yang Chen's feet.

cried;

"God, save the children, ahhh......h

Feeling that the old man was extremely excited, and hearing an urgent plea from his words, Yang Chen began to pay attention to the situation of these people, but at this moment, a cold feeling suddenly hit.

"Huh?"

Yang Chen noticed at this time that there was a kind of eerie black fog shrouded here, but this black fog didn't seem to feel anything, so he didn't care so much, but for those ordinary people, this black fog was a life-urging talisman, the king of Hades.

"Who are you? There's nothing to do with you here, and I advise you to leave. ”

For the first time, a normal voice came from the black mist, and the villagers didn't know why, but when they heard this voice asking their gods to leave, these villagers were a little anxious, they had learned the power of this demon. What if this god also felt that he couldn't defeat the demon and left, so several people immediately knelt and crawled towards Yang Chen, holding his feet, and kept kneeling and pleading.

"O God, your people whom you cannot forsake behind. “”

"Kill this demon, O God, and save us. ”

Yang Chen was speechless, what was going on?But he didn't bother to pay attention to this, because when he saw the monk, Yang Chen was a little angry.

Although these black mist can block the sight of ordinary people, the effect on the monk is much smaller, he is not the other party's cultivation is far less powerful than Yang Chen, so Yang Chen can directly see through the other party's whereabouts at a glance.

This was a monk dressed in black, holding a small flag in his hand, and when he saw this thing, Yang Chen's pupils shrank, and his killing intent soared.

"Soul Refining Banner?"

This soul refining banner is one of the magic weapons that the demon monk loves, you can slowly build it yourself, to tell the truth, for this soul refining flag, Yang Chen is not disgusted, there is everything on the cultivation path, the soul refining flag, this magic weapon refined with the soul of a living person is extremely poisonous, the power is naturally extraordinary, and Yang Chen does not feel ashamed to use the soul to refine the magic weapon, but what makes Yang Chen angry is that this monk uses the soul of ordinary people to hunt these innocent people, if he hunts the monk Yang Chen can still bear it, but if he hunts ordinary people, Yang Chen feels that this kind of thing is not tolerated.

"You're looking for death. ”

When Yang Chen saw this monk, he had already announced the death date of this monk, and this monk was only a monk of the eighth level of Qi cultivation, and Yang Chen would take it into his eyes.

Feeling Yang Chen's killing intent, the monk didn't know that he had offended Yang Chen, so he was only ready to escape, but Yang Chen snorted coldly and slapped it with a palm in the air.

Boom!

Yes!

Without any suspense, the monk flew out with a muffled grunt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yang Chen didn't stop there, but slapped his palm again.

"Wait, senior, junior is ......"

"The King of Heaven also has to die?"

boom

A gust of wind hit the monk's chest, and the monk screamed miserably, looking at Yang Chen with resentment, and said with hatred on his face;

"You...... Cannot...... Good death ......"

After saying that he was dying, Yang Chen didn't care about the other party's curse, he was used to this kind of thing, but at the moment when the monk was dying, Yang Chen felt his heart tighten, and he frowned, this feeling was too unreasonable, but the monks had some strange inductions, and Yang Chen had to guard against it.

Those villagers saw that the black fog dissipated and one person died, and roughly guessed that it was a demon, and they knelt down one by one to thank them, but at this moment, Yang Chen felt a roar coming from a distant place.

Hearing this roar, Yang Chen frowned, and finally knew what the monk said before he died, but now he can't leave, once he leaves, these villagers will definitely have no possibility of survival.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Chen's momentum shook slightly, bounced the villager who was hugging him slightly, jumped up, and went straight to the dead monk. It landed next to the corpse like a dragonfly, grabbed it and disappeared.

The villagers didn't know why, so they had to thank the so-called gods in unison, but the gods were already in trouble.

Looking at the back of the immortals, the village names who survived by luck don't know whether they are sad or happy in their hearts, happy that they are still alive, and sad that they have died so many relatives. But life has to go on, they still have to plan for tomorrow, they have to prepare for the future, and they have to hold up a piece of the sky for the sad child in their arms.

They don't know what the gods they worship are, they never know, but, maybe from today, he has a general image, and this image is destined to be mythologized by them, of course, this is a later story, for them, Yang Chen is indeed comparable to a god, but for Yang Chen, this is just a small thing that can't be in a small matter.

But how can cause and effect in this world be so easy to understand?