If you speculate like this, then this Soul Harvesting Valley is not very safe, and only Yang Chen knows that his so-called guardian envoy is completely fake.

If the next time he is summoned is the Tengyun Period or the Five Tribulations Rushing into the Sky, he can still be qualified for this identity, but if a pseudo-power comes, he will become a living soul.

And the so-called preaching mountain, what exactly is Taoism?

The Dao Chenzi that Yang Chen has seen is also Taoist, but the other party is upright and kind.

But here, there are at least a thousand people killed in just one Soul Harvesting Valley, and there are more than a hundred Soul Harvesting Valleys like this.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a vicious place, and those villagers, who are obviously dead corpses, but they are really alive, although they are not high, and they can't even speak the most basic.

Yang Chen rubbed his eyebrows, the situation was too complicated, for today's plan, he could only use his clone to listen to the news in Fansoul Village first, and think about it in the long run.

I just hope that no one will break into this misty mountain range recently, and even if they do, they won't be passed on to themselves.

Yang Chen sighed secretly, and his divine sense sank into the storage ring.

After all the way to the consumption and then the removal of the three million spirit stones used in the mission hall, there are now more than 40 million lower-grade spirit stones, 700,000 middle-grade spirit stones and 100,000 high-grade spirit stones left in the storage ring.

To restore spiritual power and condense the clones, with Yang Chen's current thirty-two Ascendant Cloud Early Stage Solid Pills, if all of them are full, it will take about 500,000 spirit stones, and in the same way, the number of condensing thirty-two clones is also the same.

It's like building a bucket and filling it with water and filling it with water, and the value of the two is not the same.

The realm had broken through the middle stage of Tengyun, and there were enough spirit stones, so Yang Chen was naturally ready to cultivate to break through the middle stage of Tengyun.

At that time, with the spiritual power of the sixty-four Shi Dan in his dantian, I am afraid that it is not impossible to exert forty stands.

Yang Chen has now discovered that the higher his cultivation, the more sophisticated his control over spiritual power will be. At the same time, the strength of the body will also be strengthened to varying degrees, once the cultivation breaks through the middle stage of Tengyun, it will not be as difficult as before to perform the thirty-five, and the body will not be able to bear the load.

With a movement of his mind, more than 40 million lower-grade spirit stones plus 100,000 middle-grade spirit stones appeared in front of him, piled up high, like a shiny hill.

One handprint after another formed in his hand, and the huge attraction force pulled the spiritual energy in the Spirit Stone Mountain into a torrent of spiritual power, washing Yang Chen's whole body.

The cultivation continued like this, of course, Yang Chen did not plan to break through the middle stage of Tengyun at one time, even if there were spirit stones, it would take at least half a month to absorb the spiritual energy.

In half a month, it was estimated that Dao Heng of Fan Soul Village would go crazy, so he was just borrowing time to cultivate.

In the early morning of the second day, as soon as the sky dawned, there were all people standing in front of the wooden house where Yang Chen was, and even Daoheng came over.

For them, wisdom is strength, and the higher the wisdom, the more strength they can mobilize, and the stronger their strength will be.

Feeling the noise outside the door, Yang Chen also walked out, and the thirty-seven people in between, under the leadership of Dao Heng, all stood in front of the door.

But they obviously didn't know what neatness was, and a group of people stood haphazardly, huddled together.

So Yang Chen divided them into six columns from tall to short, with eight people in each column, which looked much more comfortable.

"Alright, the team has been divided, and everyone is seated cross-legged. Yang Chen looked at these young people, middle-aged, and even old people with as serious expressions as possible, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

They were all peerless powerhouses and talented people during their lifetimes, but they unexpectedly fell to this.

"You all give your name, and I can write it down. Yang Chen suppressed the thoughts in his heart and spoke.

As soon as his voice fell, the thirty-seven people below suddenly had a little low on their faces and didn't say a word.

"Guardians, they don't have names. Seeing this, Dao Heng hurriedly explained.

Yang Chen frowned slightly: "No name, didn't you say that the Taoist sect is named?"

"Only the head of each village is eligible to be named. Dao Heng shook his head, his tone was a little complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy to be given a name or a loss because others didn't give a name.

When those people heard this, their heads were lowered, revealing an emotion called inferiority.

Don't even give a name?

Yang Chen nodded, and said, "You don't have a name, I can't distinguish it, so how about I help you choose a name if you don't have one?"

"Really?" Dao Heng was overjoyed when he heard this, and said excitedly.

The other villagers also raised their heads and looked at Yang Chen expectantly.

"Well, what do you have any opinions?" Yang Chen asked out loud.

"Please also ask the guardian to give me a name!" Dao Heng shouted with great joy.

The thirty-seven villagers were too late to be happy, and they shouted excitedly if they had any opinions, but their language was too poor, and they stammered, one after another.

"Please...... Please ......"

"Please protect ...... Make ......"

Yang Chen smiled and didn't interrupt, waiting for them to finish one by one.

"Bestow...... First Name"

Finally, everyone finished speaking, and the field was quiet, and Yang Chen said seriously:

"I'll teach you to speak in the future, so you have to remember, if you can't finish a sentence completely, then you are not allowed to speak, I would rather you not speak, than see you talk nonsense, you know?"

"Know ......"

"Huh?" Yang Chen saw that they were about to shout again, and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, everyone shut up, but they still looked at Yang Chen expectantly.

Yang Chen got up, with a move of his right hand, a piece of wood flew into his hand, and then spiritual power gushed out, and this piece of wood with the thickness of an arm was cut into thirty-nine small wooden sticks in an instant, each of which flew into their hands.

This was the simplest use of spiritual power, and even the monks of the Dan Holding Period could do it, but for them, it was tantamount to a miraculous skill, and the eyes that looked at Yang Chen became more and more awe-inspiring.

"Okay, now I'm going to give each of you a name and write it on your side, and the next thing you have to do is write it with a stick, understand?. Yang Chen saw that each of them had taken a wooden stick and instructed.

"Ming ......" They just wanted to speak, but when they saw Yang Chen's serious face, they immediately swallowed the words that came to their mouths and nodded one after another.

Seeing this, Yang Chen smiled with satisfaction, and then walked to the first person.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked about forty years old, but his aura was not weaker than that of the cold and yin cave master, and he was obviously a strong man in the world before his death.

"Yi Zhu, this is your name. Yang Chen wrote the name on the soil in front of him, and said, "Read it with me, Yi, Zhu." ”

The man's face was full of excitement, but when he looked at Yang Chen's eyes, he still honestly followed the word by word, "Yi, Zhu"

"Very well, read it to me two more times. ”

"Yi, Zhu, Yi, Zhu" Yi Zhu also read word by word, and read it very clearly.

"Read it out together. ”

"Easy ...... India. ”

Yang Chen was helpless, and knew that this was not a matter of time and a half, so he immediately taught him to write his name twice, then asked him to practice by himself, and went straight to the next one.

This is a woman, wearing a long blue dress, a little messy, and her face is dark and green, but it can be seen from the shape of her face that she was also a beautiful woman before her death.

And cultivation is also worldly!

"Your name is Yi Mengling. Yang Chen did the same again, taught her to pronounce her name twice, taught her to write twice, and changed to the next person.

There are a total of thirty-seven people, and there are only seven women, but each woman's cultivation during her lifetime is at least a pseudo-power, and there are even two who are in the realm of the world.

Women's wills are still much weaker than men's, but once a woman is strong-willed, it is not ordinary firmness.

This is a highly polarized phenomenon.

For one morning, Yang Chen only chose a name for each of them and asked them to practice separately.

Everyone's surname is Yi, and half of the surname Yang is taken.

In this way, Yang Chen began to live in Fansoul Village and became the teacher of such a group of people, no one knew that among the more than 100 villages under this preaching mountain, there was an uninvited guest.

During the day, Yang Chen taught them to write words and form sentences, and then practice them into sentences. At night, the deity will practice in the Soul Harvesting Valley and condense the real pill.

At the edge of Fansoul Village, Yang Chen stood quietly with his hands in his hands, facing the sunset that was about to fall into the preaching mountain, and his heart was indescribably calm.

In the blink of an eye, it had been twenty days since he came to this Soul Village.

After more than 20 days of cultivation and a steady stream of aura, the cultivation of the deity finally completely broke through the middle stage of Tengyun and produced sixty-four real pills.

In the middle of the sixty-fourth Shidan Tengyun period, he could barely perform forty slashes.

Yang Chen had a feeling that it was really hard to say who would win and who would lose if he faced the Crazy Knife again this time.

The second level of the sword drawing technique, every time the sword rises, the power will be greatly enhanced, and the more it reaches the end, the faster it grows.

Yang Chen estimated that when it was time to complete the slaughter, there would be an explosive increase in power.

But now he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and the doom in the soul sea had begun to shrink back, burrowing towards the doom token.

It's not fast, but it's at least a good sign.

Since this misfortune came out overwhelmingly, Yang Chen has been extremely dangerous all the way.

Whether it was in the main hall or in the Trading Mountain, or outside the Misty Mountains, the guardian envoy of the Soul Harvesting Valley met the group of people from the Soul Village for the first time.

Every time it is extremely dangerous, it is almost a wandering in the ghost gate.

Even now, he still doesn't dare to take it lightly, tonight, he is going to hit the second level of the killing technique in his dream.

Soul Slayer!

Looking up, Yang Chen could see the light of the setting sun passing through the trees on the preaching hill, spilling on the ground, much dimmer.

Palaces loom on the top of the mountain, and thick clouds are always hovering above the top of the mountain, rolling day and night, as if to hide something.

In the past 20 days, Yang Chen did not just teach them to write and speak, but often inquired about some news.

Maybe it was because Yang Chen taught them unconditionally, or gave them names, they knew everything Yang Chen asked, and they never had any doubts.

This saved him a lot of effort and gave him a new understanding of this place.