Chapter 130 Bloodstained Qingling Mountain 39

When Yang Chen was playing with the storage ring, he suddenly thought that there were some places that were very unreasonable, and this unreasonable place came from the ring on his hand, if the monk had lost it, then he would be able to check the things in it, but when he used his divine sense to check, he found that this thing still had the owner's thing, this discovery surprised Yang Daxian, if this is the case, then, there is no doubt that this monk must still be alive, and a living overhaul, he can't afford to provoke himself, he may not be able to hide, and it is strange not to be frightened。

When he was on guard again and ready to flee, he found that the monk still did not react, and after repeated observation, he still felt that the monk had no life, and Yang Daxian's fluttering little heart gradually calmed down.

This time he decided to give the monk a comprehensive examination again, judging from the current situation, the monk may have used some way to protect himself from the illusion here, but he was unable to escape with his whole body, so he was trapped in this place, so Yang Daxian decided to carefully find out the reason again.

Yang Daxian's divine sense slowly penetrated into the monk's body inch by inch, carefully examining the suspicious places.

This monk's body has basically dried up, the veins have atrophied, and although the remaining bones are still very hard, they have lost the warmth of the aura, and the strength is not as good as before, according to Yang Chen's observation, this body will also decay if it lasts for a few decades at most.

I didn't see anything wrong with it. The two sides still didn't find any clues, and when they patiently checked it for the third time, Yang Chen's face suddenly became happy, he had found something, but then Yang Chen seemed to be in a very difficult decision.

After he checked it several times, he finally found a very faint fluctuation in the head of this monk, Yang Chen's divine sense did not dare to approach, because Yang Chen had already judged that this monk must have self-sealed the sea of consciousness and soul,

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The reason for this is very understandable in this place, it should be that he was also affected by that illusion, refining those seals, but at the last moment, he used some method to wake up briefly, but he couldn't escape from here, the only thing he could do was his own oh seal, not to be bewitched to death by that power.

Yang Chen pondered for a moment, his mind activated;

"Then again, why does Uncle Ben have to figure it out, is Uncle Ben stupid?"

"Looking at his appearance, it shouldn't last long, just send him on the road, it's not good for Lao Tzu to take the things?"

"But Uncle Ben has no grievances with him, and it is unreasonable to kill him directly, so I have to find a reason. ”

"To say that Uncle Ben has taken a fancy to his things? No, it's too direct. ”

"To say that he got in the way of Uncle Ben? No, it's too reluctant. ”

"Saying that he is living in pain, and I sent him to Bliss early, this reason really made my heart feel a lot more comfortable. Get your hands dirty. ”

A palm slapped on the top of the corpse's head......

"Whew, no, you can't do this, how can you do it?"

pinching his chin and pondering for a moment, he clapped his hands sharply and shouted;

"By the way, Lao Tzu is a person who helps the world and saves your life. ”

After speaking, his divine consciousness moved, and the dried corpse on the ground disappeared, and he took him into the Xiaoyao Tower, because he thought that even if he was a Yuanying monk, in the Xiaoyao Tower, he should not be able to make any big waves, not to mention, even if he woke up, his strength would not recover so quickly, so he threw him directly into the Temple of Time and Space.

Yang Daxian clapped his hands, as if he had rushed a beautiful thing, but now was not the time to be excited.

Yang Chen looked at the iron pillar in the center, he had a feeling that he wanted to get close to there immediately, this feeling was not from the power of the illusion, but from the long sword in the sea of knowledge, he frowned, he didn't know why, but he still slowly approached the position in the center.

The closer he got, the more Yang Chen had an illusion, the more excited the long sword in the sea of consciousness became, and at the same time, Yang Chen felt that the power of the illusion seemed to have undergone some changes because of his proximity.

A small gust of wind gradually blew around the iron pillar, which seemed to be empty, and it always revolved around the iron pillar. At first, this power also tried to get close to Yang Chen, but when it reached Yang Chen, it was swallowed by something, and it was a little frightened, so it just defended around the iron pillar.

In that breeze, there was a sound of real ghosts crying wolves from time to time, although it was not so obvious, but Yang Chen still felt it, and was also affected to a certain extent.

In the voice, there were people's roars, unwillingness, resentment, crying, and all kinds of miserable cries faintly came, these voices made Yang Chen's whole body have goosebumps, although it didn't do him any harm, but his heart was still unusually unhappy.

The voice of thousands of powerful ghosts became stronger and stronger as he approached, and when Yang Chen approached only about a zhang, the wind had already turned into a dark wind, forming a wind gang, wrapping the iron pillar tightly.

At this time, those miserable and terrifying voices were already very clear, and even the golden rats who were cutting spirit stones couldn't help but shudder.

The golden rat looked in that direction with a solemn face, and gritted his teeth at the somewhat sluggish crowd;

"Why are you stunned, don't you work harder?"

He had a very bad feeling that something big was happening.