Yang Chen was a little awkward by his gaze, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Master, you...... Are you alright?" Dao Heng breathed a sigh of relief and said in surprise.

"Uh, I should have something?" Yang Chen said in amazement.

"No, that's not what Dao Heng meant, but we usually bless the mental power to the guardian envoy, although it can enhance his strength, but he seems to be in pain for a while every time. Dao Heng hurriedly explained.

"Pain for a while?" Yang Chen frowned slightly.

He didn't feel even the slightest pain from the beginning to the end.

"Do you know who he really is?" Yang Chen asked suddenly.

If the other party is a Taoist, there is no reason for him to kill the guardian envoy, and no Taoist sect will come to him at this time.

You must know that even Dongtian has that kind of life card, which can monitor the life and death of important disciples in the sect, and he has suffered this big loss.

Since Taoism can gain a foothold here, each village can arrange a guardian, and even the world's strongest can be killed, so it is impossible to have no life cards.

"A guardian is a guardian. Dao Heng blinked, as a matter of course.

"I'm asking if your guardian envoy is a Taoist, or what is his strength?" Yang Chen asked helplessly, in a different way.

"I don't know, the Missionary Mountain has never been in contact with the guardians of the Soul Harvesting Valley, and even we rarely have contact. In fact, the guardians are also very pitiful, they don't even have a body. Dao Heng said, and looked at Yang Chen carefully.

These days of getting along, they also found that although their master is said to be a guardian, he is not the same as other guardians, he can touch them, and he is very kind, teaching them to write and speak, and giving them names.

This is something that the guardians could not do.

Of course, for them, the role of the guardian envoy is to provide living souls, brother and they increase their wisdom, and now that Yang Chen teaches them, there is no need to worry too much about this.

They had no idea what would happen to them if a powerful monk were teleported in without a guardian in Soul Harvesting Valley.

Of course, they couldn't have thought of that either.

In their eyes, the Valley of Soul Harvesting is nothing more than a place where they can absorb souls and increase their companions.

"No body?" His words made Yang Chen's pupils shrink suddenly.

Can you survive without a body?

What kind of cultivation should that be?

"Yes, they don't have a body, so we need to bless them with their mental power, otherwise it will dissipate after a long time. Dao Heng said.

When Yang Chen heard this, there seemed to be a spiritual light passing through his mind, but it was fleeting, so he had to nod and didn't ask again.

He knew that with the wisdom of these people, his knowledge was very limited, and even if he asked, he couldn't ask why.

"Okay, all the disciples listen to the order, that's all for today, you hurry back to rest and rest, and come back tomorrow. Yang Chen said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!"

Forty-eight people, though weak, spoke in unison, and immediately supported each other and rested in their respective huts.

Yang Chen watched the group leave, always with a smile on his face. That disciple, he already recognized these people as disciples.

This is a group of pure-minded people, who are good to them, they are good to them, regardless of gain or loss.

Moreover, Yang Chen, who had been baptized by telekinesis, was extremely clear in his heart, and he somewhat understood that if he really went to the Ancestral Spirit Heavenly Sect in the future, with him alone, even if he was strong, he might not be able to.

It seems that it is also good to accept a group of Chong Xiao as disciples.

Of course, the most important thing is his own strength, just like this time in the cold yin cave heaven on the trading mountain, a group of hundreds of monks in the cloud stage rushed over, not being killed by a sword.

The strength of a force, the most important thing is to look at the high-end combat power. This point, whether it is in the family, the blessed land, the cave heaven, or even the Taoist sect and the heavenly sect, is all adaptable.

However, he remembered that Dao Heng had said that some nearby Martial Soul Village seemed to be full of hostility towards Fan Soul Village.

If they want to let the Soul Village bless the guardian envoy of the Martial Soul Village with a mental power, if this is really the case, I am afraid that things will be a little troublesome.

Since Yang Chen has been blessed by this mental power, he has to take over this grievance. Regardless of whether the Soul Village was willing to bless the Soul Village with a mind power before.

Wuhun Village, Dao Fei?

Yang Chen stood in front of the door, looking in the direction of Wuhun Village, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The sun had set over the hill, it was getting dark, and it was a little cold in November, but it still did not stop the growth of the lush trees on the hill, which grew green all year round.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than four months since Yang Chen came to this world.

He stood silent for a long time, and it wasn't until night fell that Yang Chen turned around and entered the wooden house, gently closing the wooden door.

At the same time, the deities in the Soul Harvesting Valley also slowly opened their eyes.

His dirty robe had already been replaced, and he had returned to the clean appearance of the handsome white-clothed young man in the past, but those eyes were a little different from before.

Filled with a kind of aggressiveness.

Yang Chen glanced at the valley full of corpses, his mind moved slightly, and fifteen clones appeared, spreading out in all directions, acting as guards.

Sixty-four Shi Dan, even after two fusions, Yang Chen has sixteen clones, one is in Fan Soul Village, and there are fifteen left.

After doing this, he slowly closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness sank into the sea of souls.

Tonight, I will use the Qingming that has been washed by my mental power to fuse the two purple qi again, shatter the soul into a whirlwind, and completely cultivate the second level of the killing technique in the dream, destroying the soul!

In the sea of souls, the purple sea below is calm, and he does not dare to act rashly when he is pressed by the bad intentions above.

The sky was full of doom, as far as the eye could see, and the sound of the entire soul sea was black and purple.

However, at this moment, one after another doom was methodically and sequentially drilled into the doom token, and it had been twenty days, and Yang Chen still couldn't see the edge of doom in the sky.

When this bad luck came out, it swarmed out, overwhelming, and when he went back, he swallowed it slowly, and Yang Chen couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, he didn't think much about it, and his divine sense wrapped the doom token and urged it with all his might.

This time it was no longer like last time, no matter how much he urged, there was no response, and a trace of misfortune was pulled out of it by Yang Chen and gathered beside him.

The speed of withdrawal was much faster than before, and it didn't take long for a hair to become thick.

A hair-sized piece of doom could completely dispel two wisps of purple qi, but he didn't stop, but continued to extract.

There is no resistance in the Doom Token, indicating that this hint of doom is not the limit.

In order to make it easier to distinguish, Yang Chen called the thick of the hair silk, and the purple qi of the thickness of the fingers was called the wisps.

He could clearly feel that one wisp was equal to a hundred threads, but the level of doom seemed to be much higher than that of purple qi.

A trace of bad luck can easily disperse two wisps of purple qi.

Half an hour later, the two traces of doom were extracted by Yang Chen, quietly levitating, and after that, no matter how much he extracted it, the doom token did not move.

The attitude that I just don't give alive or dead finally made Yang Chen give up.

Two wisps of bad luck can absorb four wisps of purple qi, which is enough for Yang Chen!

Taking a deep breath, the soul that had been kneeling next to the Doom Token suddenly opened its eyes and stood up, pinched the trick in his hand, and then walked towards the sea of souls.

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A series of four purple qi were stripped out of the purple sea.

Yang Chen clearly felt that the positive piece of purple sea trembled slightly when he peeled off the purple qi, but it was completely without the ferocious roar of the last time.

It was a feeling of fear.

He glanced thoughtfully at the clouds of doom that slowly converged in the sky.

The purple sea, which represents auspiciousness, always wants to turn over and scatter his soul, while the misfortune that represents misfortune brings bad luck to himself while protecting his soul.

Yang Chen didn't know why these two things were the same, it was like a ball of thread wrapped together, unable to find the head and the tail.

No longer thinking about these things that he had or didn't have, Yang Chen's mind was urging, and the four wisps of purple qi sank into his soul one after another.

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As soon as the four wisps of purple qi entered, a flash of purple light suddenly lit up on Yang Chen's body, which illuminated the pitch-black valley with a purple color, solemn and solemn, and his body was full of sacrosanct and inviolable temperament.

It is a kind of nobility that comes from the soul, and it is equal to heaven and earth.

At this moment, it was as if I had the whole world, and every grass and tree, every flower and tree was under my control.

Yang Chen even took this opportunity to point at the small stream with black water bubbling in front of him, and the stream suddenly stopped.

He suddenly had a kind of realization, himself, this is the day!

This feeling comes and goes faster, followed by the suffocation and suffocation of the soul that comes.

It's as if there's an unbearable weight in the soul.

Yang Chen had already prepared for this, and the two traces of bad luck followed closely behind, and they didn't enter the soul, and immediately began a one-sided suppression.

The four wisps of purple qi were scattered, scattered scattered throughout the soul, and then the misfortune did not give up, differentiated into countless parts, and chased away.

In the face of the arrogant doom, Ziqi is like a little sheep, without the power to resist.

With just a stick of incense, all the purple qi has been completely smashed into tiny particles and slowly absorbed by the soul.

And the two traces of bad luck also dissipated.

In the sea of souls, Yang Chen's soul sat cross-legged, exuding a rich purple color all over his body, holy and noble, as if he was a natural king.

And the body of the soul also continued to condense with the fusion of purple qi, and gradually became only flesh and blood.

At first glance, it looks like a pocket version of Yang Chen, mini and petite.

The holy purple color made Yang Chen's deity even more noble, in stark contrast to the surrounding scene of corpses everywhere, which was quite weird.

This time to fuse the purple qi, Yang Chen spent most of the night, and it was not until the early hours of the morning that the soul absorbed the four strands of purple qi that had been scattered.

The soul in the sea of souls had been completely condensed, and the purple light dimmed, revealing a delicate face that was the same as Yang Chen.

After absorbing four purple qi in a row, the result was much better than Yang Chen expected, and his heart was a little more stable.

The next thing to do is the most critical and the most dangerous, which is to scatter the soul and condense it.

Yang Chen only has fifteen breaths of time, and if he becomes, his soul will condense, and his strength will change drastically.

If you fail, your soul will be scattered, all your cultivation will be in vain, and everything that becomes stronger, what saves Ling'er, and what is unparalleled in the world will all become jokes.