"You...... Who are you, and why do you have the aura of the Lord?" Nan Ion stared at Yang Chen in horror, his figure constantly distorting, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"Dare to pretend to be my master!" Yang Chen's tone was full of cold murderous intent.

The eyes that had been scattered suddenly lit up.

"Ahh

The already erratic figure only let out a miserable scream as Yang Chen woke up, and it exploded into countless pieces and dissipated into nothingness.

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Yang Chen, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly sat up, and a fine light burst out of his eyes, followed by a rapid dimming.

Fang Cai is really dangerous, but just a little, his consciousness is scattered.

If his consciousness is scattered, then the soul can only become an empty shell, Yang Chen can only lie here forever, the walking dead, if others kill him, it is as easy as a hand.

Rustling......

Feeling Yang Chen's sobriety, the black shadow in the distance immediately turned around, and the footsteps were still the same as before.

"Want to go?" Yang Chen's eyebrows raised, and the clone that was stalemate with him quickly chased after him.

Glancing at the fog barrier in front of him, Yang Chen got up without hesitation and chased after the remaining dance drama clones in the direction of the black shadow's escape.

The clone of the Second Tribulation Rush Stage is very fast and can fly in the sky. But no matter how you chase it, the phantom is always ahead, not far or close, and only a black shadow can be faintly seen.

Yang Chen followed, all the way was corpses, but the further inside, the fewer corpses there were, but there was no doubt that the cultivation of the corpse in the previous life was also extremely powerful.

Gradually, everywhere you can see are the weapons that rush to the sky, and all of them are in the sky period.

Further back, the Celestial Vessel became larger and larger, and even Yang Chen saw a Celestial Vessel that was nearly ten feet long.

Ten feet!

How many calamities should it be?

Yang Chen's heart was shocked.

The spearhead lay quietly beside his master, some hidden by weeds, revealing only the hilt of a sword, and some covered with dirt and stones.

These once indestructible vessels are now dimmed with the death of their masters, and they are no longer what they used to be.

A wordless sadness permeated the valley.

Yang Chen was silent, his eyes staring at the black shadow in the distance.

The further inside, the fog barrier thinner, but there seemed to be an uncomfortable atmosphere in the air.

Yang Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt that he was a little irritable, inexplicably irritable.

This feeling of being out of his control made him very awkward, and he took a deep breath, and Yang Chen's eyes became more and more cold.

It's so weird here, the person who pretended to be his master almost deceived himself.

Along the way, there were fewer and fewer corpses, some of them were beyond imagination, and Yang Chen even felt a mountain-like coercion on a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground, which was not much different from the cold Yin Cave Lord.

It looks like a living person, but the other party is clearly dead, and his face is green.

Yang Chen's heart was a little heavy, if it weren't for the altar that suddenly appeared in his mind, he would probably be dead by now.

Even the monks of the worldly realm died here.

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A black shadow flashed in the distance, and it crashed into a mountain wall and disappeared.

"Disappeared?" Yang Chen's eyes condensed slightly, and his figure stopped before he came out of the mountain wall.

There's a formation here!

Yang Chen stopped, controlling the two clones to crash into the mountain wall.

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The seemingly solid mountain wall turned out to be like the surface of water, and the two clones easily drilled into it.

Passing through this formation, the scenery in front of Yang Chen's eyes suddenly opened up, and what he saw was a majestic mountain, towering into the clouds.

At the top of the mountain, you can faintly see Taoist temples.

Down the hill is a plain, lined with houses that look like mortal villages.

Yang Chen saw the black shadow, it was a young man, his face was pale, and there was a hint of timidity in his eyes, looking over here.

The young man's flustered running action caused most of the people to look at Yang Chen, an uninvited guest, one by one, except for the house, and their eyes were full of hostility.

These people are dressed in different costumes, including family costumes, scattered cultivators, and some Dong Tianzhen disciples' costumes, some are young, some are middle-aged, some are old, some are men, some are women.

Everyone's faces were dark green and looked like corpses, but they were really alive.

There were more than 30 people.

And most of them have a coercion on their bodies, which is stronger than Chongxiao, and the worst ones also have a strong sharp breath on their bodies, obviously in the Chongxiao period before their deaths.

Yang Chen suddenly felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

The young man ran all the way to the end of the village, and out of a house at the end came a middle-aged man, whose movements and eyes were no different from those of a normal person.

But that miserable green face made Yang Chen have no doubt that the other party was a dead corpse.

"Guardian...... Envoy...... Die...... The young man walked up to the middle-aged man in the aisle, stammering, obviously not familiar with talking.

His eyes looked at Yang Chen, a little timid.

"What kind of people are this?" Yang Chen looked at these crowds who were all rushing into the sky, pseudo-potential, and world-shattering, and his heart was extremely shocked.

This force, even the Cave Heaven, may not be comparable.

The middle-aged man led by him listened to the young man's intermittent explanation, and also set his eyes on Yang Chen.

rumble

At that glance, Yang Chen's shoulders seemed to be pressed down on a mountain, his knees bent, and he almost knelt down, and the two clones became a lot lighter.

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

As soon as the middle-aged man made a move, everyone suddenly rushed towards Yang Chen as if they had received some kind of instruction.

Some of them were armed with swords, some with sticks, some with dings, and so on.

What is the situation of a group of monks rushing into the sky, pseudo-potential, and the realm of the world, before they can make a move, a strong momentum suddenly presses down, directly crushing Yang Chen's two clones and exploding, scattering them into a heavenly aura.

"Whoa...... Huh?"

Losing their target, those people immediately paused halfway, with a look of confusion in their eyes, obviously not knowing what was going on.

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The aura gathered, and the clone reappeared.

"Whoa......"

When those people saw Yang Chen appear, they immediately pounced again, and the strong momentum once again crushed the clone.

In this way, after four times, the group of people finally came to Yang Chen.

They didn't seem to know how to restrain the aura on their bodies, and Yang Chen also took advantage of this time to completely figure out the cultivation of these thirty-eight people.

Twenty-one in the sky period, as for how many tribulations in the sky, it is impossible to judge.

Thirteen pseudo-potential realms, and three should be undoubted.

It was the three monks who really used their momentum to directly crush the clones, and even if their faces were miserable, they couldn't hide their domineering momentum.

It's the blankness in their eyes that reveals that their wisdom is not high.

As soon as the thirty-seven people arrived in front of Yang Chen, they immediately picked up the sword and stick in their hands, and Ding greeted him directly.

Seeing this, he smiled bitterly, this feeling that the attack method was really inferior, but even if it was so inferior, he had no way to stop it.

The overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai made him unable to move at all.

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The two clones dissipated into aura without even a moment's resistance, but then recondensed.

He didn't think about resisting, the wisdom of these people was not high, if he could drag them here, Yang Chen could still take the opportunity to cultivate on the other side.

He now has nearly 200 million spirit stones left on his body, which can completely help him cultivate to break through the middle stage of Tengyun and produce sixty-four Shi Dan.

And if the realm breaks through, he should also be able to mobilize some bad luck, and then fuse two wisps of purple qi, ready to break through the second level of the killing technique in the dream.

So the clones were scattered and gathered by a group of people with the most brutal and primitive play, and gathered and scattered.

Finally, the middle-aged man who had been standing and watching from a distance seemed to notice this.

"Stop!"

He scolded, like a bell, shaking the space and causing even the clones to be scattered.

"This person's cultivation before his death is definitely stronger than those three who are in the world, and they are much stronger. Yang Chen said secretly in his heart.

However, since Yang Chen's cultivation broke through to the middle stage of Tengyun, the clone has been the same as the deity, completely getting rid of the faint phantom, and looking no different from a real person.

Moreover, the doppelganger in the later stage of Tengyun has been fused twice to become the Second Tribulation Rushing Stage, and there is one more ability of the deity, that is, to speak.

Hearing the middle-aged man's reprimand, these people stopped one after another, and it seemed that the middle-aged man was still quite prestigious.

After the middle-aged man finished scolding, he slowly walked over, and the crowd parted, flowing out of a passage, leading straight to Yang Chen.

"Who are you, why did you come to my Taoism?" The middle-aged man stopped in front of Yang Chen, and a strong coercion almost crushed the clone.

"Taoism?" Yang Chen's heart moved, he vaguely remembered that Dao Chenzi said that he was Taoist.

However, Yang Chen did not answer him, but asked rhetorically:

"Who are you?"

He was tempting, testing the wisdom of this man.

"Teach the name of Dao Heng" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Chen with an expressionless face.

Seeing this, Yang Chen knew that the other party's wisdom was not high, not even as good as an ordinary person.

"Daoheng Daoyou, my name is Yang Chen, and I have no malice here. Yang Chen tried his best to make his expression look harmless.

"Why did you kill our guardian of Soul Harvesting Valley?"

Guardian of the Valley of the Soul Harvester?

Yang Chen was stunned in his heart, his mind turned sharply, and he immediately understood that the Soul Harvesting Valley was the valley where he was now, and the so-called guardian envoy was probably a phantom pretending to be his master.

At this time, if the answer is not good, I am afraid that I will face the siege of everyone, and the clone will not die, but if they rush to the Soul Harvesting Valley, Yang Chen is afraid that he will not be able to run.

"Since I killed him, of course I will be your guardian. Yang Chen said lightly, quite a bit unfathomable.

For today's plan, there is only bluffing, this group of people is not very intelligent, if they are bluffed, they will also buy some time for Yang Chen.

What he lacks most now is time, cultivating the Taishang Mirror Technique, and cultivating the Dream Killing Technique.

"Are you a guardian?" Dao Heng's face sank, as if his emotions had caused the momentum on his body, and he pressed over like a mountain.

boom

The poor two clones had no resistance at all and scattered violently, but the next moment they reunited.

Yang Chen's expression was still faint, he glanced at Dao Heng, a trace of an unfathomable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head and said, "It's useless, you can't kill me." ”