Seven with golden, A strange man with blood-red bat wings flew at the front; above the line, a golden fireball like the sun moved slowly; two charcoal-skinned figures with huge swords emitting raging flames roamed the front and back of the procession; a tall man in heavy full-body armor with a trace of flame rising from the armor let out a shocking roar after the fireball; and a short, smiling fellow with a smiling face, surrounded by blue bands of light, constantly teleporting in the air, flashing forward, backward, left and right。 [No pop-up novel network]

Such a few people are enough to attract attention, but if you add the huge queue of about 3,000 monks, and the huge palanquin in the procession, which is wide and luxurious, inlaid with countless pearls and precious stones, and is enough to hold twenty people for a banquet inside, such a team is not only eye-catching, but enough to reveal a trace of mystery.

In addition, these monks are three feet above the ground one by one, floating like ghosts, and there is a trace of blood-red brilliance in their eyes, and their actions are uniform, no matter how you look at them, they look like a group of zombies, and you can't help but feel a thick chill in people's hearts.

At this moment, the disciples of the 'Baiqilou' guarding the door were already so frightened that they were softened, leaning against the pillar in front of the gate and trembling and speechless. Reluctantly, a disciple took out an alarm fire and threw it into the sky, so in the huge building of the 'Hundred Instrument Building' built with a steep cliff, four or five hundred meters high, countless monks rushed out of the 'Brush Brush Brush', and everyone had a not weak brilliance flickering around them, and they cautiously approached Yi Chen's team.

A monk who looked a little old and relatively mature bowed slightly, and asked cautiously in the tone of a gambler's desperate bet, "I don't know who you are...... "He already knew in his heart that things were not quite right, and these people in front of him, judging by their actions, weren't they the things of legend?

Yi Chen sat on the soft, thick leather cushion in the sedan chair, behind him were a large pile of luxurious brocade cushions, and there were also a large number of wine bottles in front of him. Hearing the culture of that monk, Yi Chen used his Xuan Gong and turned his voice into a strange, rude, heavy, hoarse, and barbaric tone: "Roar, you, you must obey me." ”

The monks of the 'Hundred Instrument Building' took two or three steps back in unison, all of them looking frightened and speechless. The monk who asked the question, that is, the head disciple of the 'Baiqilou' who stayed at the headquarters to take care of the house, trembled all over, and forced a smile: "Senior, what do you mean? I am Ling Ping, the head disciple of the 'Baiqilou', and I ask the senior to make it clear. With his left hand behind his back, he made a sneaky gesture.

Yi Chen laughed, Skye and the seven of them also exuded a rich blood aura, and Jester's brilliance also revealed a trace of blood, reflecting the entire 'Hundred Instrument Building' as if it were a blood spring hell. Yi Chen said gloomily: "I am the messenger of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, Lord 'Original Demon', our master is very dissatisfied with your obedience to the orders of the temple, roar, you must obey our orders, otherwise, you will die...... That 'Genshin Impact' is not going to be able to help you, take refuge in me, and I will give you everything you need. ”

Yi Chen was secretly amused in his heart, and through the thin white gauze curtain, he saw Ling Ping's strange face. Since the temple has created a 'primordial god' out of thin air, then it is better to be a toddler in Handan, and to get a non-existent 'primordial demon' to come out, isn't it also a means? Maybe this 'primordial demon' will be able to become the god worshiped by these monks in the future.

Ling Ping took a long breath and cautiously asked, "So, may I ask the envoy, did you also destroy the 'Benyi Sect'? Did you also slaughter the thousands of disciples of the 'Benyi Sect'? Did you also kill those monks who probed the news?"

Yi Chenyin laughed: "So what? Even so, what can you do to us? We are stronger than you, we have strength, we have boundless power, we are gods, and you are just a group of weak, incompetent ordinary monks...... Look at these people around me, aren't they all disciples of the 'Benyi Sect'? They were all disciples of the 'Benyi Sect' in the past, how lucky they are now, infinite life, great power, follow me, wouldn't it be better to follow your master to practice?"

Picking up a bottle of wine casually, Yi Chen took a few sips of 'grunt, grunt', but in Lingping's ears, they imagined a terrifying picture of a blue-faced and fanged ghost devouring human blood. Ling Ping's face was a little difficult to look at, he glanced at the puppet-like 'Ben Yi Zong' disciples, forced a smile, and then said extremely politely: "These things, the younger generation really can't be the master, the junior master and the elders have already gone out, the junior is just a mere head disciple, I really can't promise anything, I hope the seniors will be lenient for a few days, and wait for the junior masters and elders to rush back to the 'Baiqi Building', this is ......"

Yi Chen interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, and a strong pressure forced out the sedan chair with Yi Chen's casually waved hand, swept Ling Ping a catty, and blew down more than a dozen 'Baiqilou' disciples behind him. Yi Chen drank: "Either surrender now, you lead all the disciples of the 'Hundred Instrument Building' and carry all the magic weapons with me, otherwise, the disaster of destruction is just around the corner." Think for yourself, my patience is limited...... Left Demon Guard, countdown. ”

Phil rattled a few times, and with a wave of his big sword, a burst of fire shot out, exploding in the sky, like a heavy bomb, a powerful shock wave pressed down from the sky, and several disciples of the 'Hundred Instrument Building' who were not very skilled suddenly rolled to the ground again. Phil shouted, "Sixty ......"

Seeing that Phil and Gore were dark-skinned and fierce-looking, there were already 10,000 disciples of the 'Baiqilou' who believed that these people were from the Demon Realm, where had they seen the black race? Especially Phil and Gore were too big, the average height of these monks was only about 1.70 meters, and looking at their height of 2.2 meters and early 20s, they could only mutter: "These two guys are real devils, right?"

"Fifty-nine ......" another burst of fire shot into the sky.

"Fifty-eight ......" a flash of fire......

The fire that exploded in the sky of the "Fifty-Seven ......" was even more powerful, and it shook the eaves of the 'Baiqi Building' and the black glazed tiles smelted with the three-flavor real fire shook down one after another.

Yi Chen shouted impatiently: "The last five counts, if you don't agree, just let me go and kill them, and leave half of the people to make puppets." Hmph......"

Ling Ping's eyes opened violently, and with a wave of his hand, more than 1,000 disciples of 'Baiqilou' issued their own magic weapons at the same time, more than 1,000 rays of various colors or piercing, or impacting, or incinerating, or shooting out thousands of light rain, or horizontal strangulation with three or five cooperation, in short, there are various attack methods, and the power of magic weapons is strong and weak, which makes people understand that 'Baiqilou' is worthy of being the largest specialized magic weapon wholesale dealer nearby.

The target of these magic weapons was the faint black figure in the huge sedan chair, and they all rushed towards Yi Chen.

The crisp sound of 'popping' continued to come from the air, and a golden short sword roared out, swiftly passing through all the magic weapons, cutting them into a rain of light in the sky, recovering the original image of gold and stone, and falling to the ground, the overflowing aura was forcibly absorbed by the short sword, turning into the 'sword element' of the short sword itself. Hua Guang, the flying sword personally forged by the first-class master of the fairy world, in terms of power, is at least a hundred times stronger than the magic weapon made by the 'Hundred Instrument Building', especially Yi Chen, as a master of the illusion world, to deal with these monks who are not at the highest level of Yuan Ying's condensation, naturally they are devastating and decaying, and they are unstoppable.

Yi Chen let out an evil, terrifying laugh: "Very good, very good, you have a lot of courage, right demon guard, kill them all." ”

Gore screamed, the sword in his hand was raised, and a raging flame was released, and under the impetus of his own wind power, a thick wind and fire tornado appeared in the air, and the whistling wind blade was mixed with the high-temperature three-flavor true fire, which looked so terrifying.

Ling Ping shouted: "No, no, no, we all surrender, we all surrender...... Messenger seniors, we ...... We surrender. After Ling Ping finished saying this, his face was already extremely pale, and after exchanging a helpless bitter look with his brothers, Ling Ping knelt on the ground in humiliation. After all, the 'Ben Yi Sect' had just been slaughtered by half of its disciples, and the remaining half looked like a complete zombie, Ling Ping really couldn't imagine what a terrible scene it would be for his junior brothers to become like this.

Yi Chen shouted angrily: "All kneel down and swear to obey the 'Original Demon' forever, otherwise, you will all have to die...... Hahahaha, do you want to kill all the brothers and sisters because you show the backbone of one person? Kneel down and swear, swear with your harshest oath, hurry up. "Yi Chen's body exuded infinite coercion, enveloping the bodies of all the disciples of the 'Hundred Instrument Building', and the 'Mind Confusion Technique' followed his violent shouts into the depths of the hearts and souls of these 'Hundred Instrument Building' disciples, implanting a fearful and depraved seed in their hearts, and it was impossible for them to cultivate to a high level in their lifetime, unless there was an external force to help them break Yi Chen's spiritual prohibition.

These disciples of the 'Hundred Instruments Building' were stunned for a moment, looking at the senior brother (uncle, ancestor) who knelt on the ground, looking at his bleak back, one by one, his blood rushed straight to his heart, regardless of whether he was Yi Chen's opponent or not, the youngest and most impulsive monk flew out of the sword light, and stabbed at the sedan chair with one sword. Yi Chen snorted coldly, the 'lion's roar' roared with all his strength, and with a loud 'roar', a cloud of white energy flashed in a hundred-foot radius near the sedan chair, and the more than 100 monks and their swords were shattered.

These unlucky ghosts have not yet cultivated into the Yuan Infant, and as soon as their bodies are destroyed, a wisp of soul will drift and disappear. Fortunately, Yi Chen hadn't used the 'Soul Destroying Divine Sound' of the Demon Palace's secret transmission, otherwise they would be scattered and would not be able to transcend for the rest of their lives.

Ling Ping shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Do you want to kill all your fellow disciples? Kneel, fuck me down." ”

Hearing Ling Ping, who had always been old and serious, shouting and scolding loudly, more than 1,000 disciples of the 'Baiqilou' cried in unison and slowly knelt on the ground. Yi Chen laughed gloomily: "Very good, not bad, swear it, swear to obey the leadership of the 'Original Demon' forever, otherwise, I will kill you all...... Those who know the times are handsome, and when people die, there is nothing. You want to show your loyalty to the 'Hundred Instruments Tower', and you don't have to joke with the lives of your fellow disciples, do you?"

Ling Ping bit his lip and swore in a low voice: "I swear in the name of the ancestors of Lingping that I will take refuge in the 'original demon' in this life, and I will never dare to betray it, if there is disobedience...... The sky thundered, and the soul flew away and died. ”

Yi Chen let out a sigh: "Such an oath, there is no sincerity at all, forget it, let's start over, you say, if you dare to rebel, then the 'Baiqilou' will be completely eradicated, and the chickens and dogs will not be left, hehe, after all, you still have a few elders outside, and I am not interested in making trouble with them, as long as they don't die, there will always be a chance to re-develop the 'Baiqilou'." Swear by their lives, or I will kill all your fellow men. ”

Ling Ping trembled, and he whispered, "You, you devil. ”

Chekov suddenly teleported to his side, and a heavy knee pressed against his jaw, Chekov said with a sinister smile: "Do you dare to talk to the boss like this? Swear, otherwise it will ......" Chekov's forehead flashed a star of blue light, which was so brilliant that it pierced people's eyes. With a finger of his hand, a wisp of blue light mist flew out, entangled a nearby mountain more than three hundred meters high, 'boom', the entire mountain was cut off by the waist, and slowly rose from the ground under a burst of blue light, with the momentum of thunder, flew to the top of the 'Baiqi Tower', and was about to fly down.

Chekov laughed triumphantly: "Hehe, how about looking at Lao Tzu's spell to move mountains and seas?" He was proud in his heart, his spiritual power was much better than ordinary mana, as long as his spirit could withstand it, he could do almost anything......

The mausoleum plane was like dead ashes, suddenly turned his body, and knocked down hundreds of rings on the 'Baiqilou', his forehead was suddenly blurred with flesh and blood, and he roared: "Lingping swears by the ancestors of all the ancestors of the 'Baiqilou', if the people of Lingping dare to rebel against the 'original demon', then the ...... of the 'Baiqilou' will be wiped out, and the hundred calamities will not be reborn." ”

Yi Chen applauded lightly and smiled: "Good, good, good...... You all have to learn from your elder brothers, the wise always take advantage. Hurry up, swear, my patience is limited. ”

The disciples of the 'Hundred Instruments Building' burst into tears and made the same oath one after another. The seven of them burst into laughter, and a blood-red whirlwind swept down from the sky, enveloping the bodies of Ling Ping and several other big disciples. Strange moans came from the whirlwind, and in the extreme **, Lingping and they completed their 'first embrace' and were transformed into vampires. Judging from the situation observed by the disciples of the 'Benyi Sect' in the past few days, after all monks are transformed, their strength will basically increase by a notch, so if it weren't for a little psychological resistance, Chekov would have almost let Skye bite himself.

Yi Chen needs Lingping and them to control the disciples of the 'Hundred Instrument Building', so it is a relatively normal choice to improve their strength and make them become servants who will never resist. Of course, in order to better control the disciples of the 'Hundred Instrument Building', Yi Chen needs to let them completely wipe out their conscience and morality, and make them completely depraved demons. In this way, even if the terrifying legend of the 'original demon' dissipates, these fallen monks and those orthodox monks will have a full-scale battle, and the temple will no longer be able to absorb masters from it to supplement its strength.

And what else is there to make a serious monk completely degenerate, except for them to kill innocents indiscriminately?

The Blood Clan's secret method 'bewitched' shrouded the entire 'Hundred Instruments Building'. Where Yi Chen's hand waved, a trace of silver light flew out, as if it was a creature with a spirit surname, and drilled into the headquarters of the 'Baiqilou', and began to look for the magic weapon that the 'Baiqilou' used to start a sect. For a while, a strange color brilliance shot back with the silver light, suspended near the sedan chair, the light waves flowed, and the surrounding light was strange for a while, which was called a spectacle.

Yi Chen's silver light was attached to a trace of his own primordial spirit, so he could clearly perceive everything in the building, one by one the prohibitions were broken by him, the layers of enchantments were defeated by him, and those powerful magic weapons that were tightly defended were also forcibly taken out by him one by one. 'Baiqilou' is a good hand at making magic weapons, but the spells of this strange gate prohibition are out-and-out meat feet, and at this time it is cheap and dusty.

After carefully sensing the more than 100 excellent magic weapons suspended in front of him, Yi Chen selected a few particularly good ones and gave them to the seven of them, and the others were given to Ling Ping's disciples with high status and seniority, and ordered them to start fusing with the magic weapons on the spot.

And the disciples of the 'Hundred Instruments Building' have also been controlled by Skye's dark magic at this moment, and they are completely empty at the moment, except for obeying orders, they can't control their actions at all.

Yi Chen smiled lightly: "Five hundred miles to the south, where the mountain gate of the 'Evil Heart Palace' is located, you are going to pick this sect and set off." ”

The sedan chair soared into the air, followed by a dense crowd of thousands of monks. And Ling Ping, who was wholeheartedly fusing the dozens of most precious magic weapons of the 'Hundred Instruments Building', was picked up by Yi Chen's breeze and followed them flutteringly.

Within seven days, Yi Chen swept through all the nearby sects, using all kinds of most obscene, shameless, despicable, and dirty means to force the disciples of those sects to follow him, and the monks with a higher rank were all transformed into their descendants by Skye, and those who were weaker were under the indulgence of Yi Chen, and did things like the name of "Water Margin", that is, their hands were stained with blood, and they also made an inexplicable oath, and it was impossible not to follow Yi Chen.

In a hurry, Yi Chen occasionally looked back, and there were more than 50,000 monks behind him, and he couldn't help but sigh, in the earth, what a small circle the monk world is, and here, there are more monks, and all the people are like soldiers. Think about it, as long as your foundation is a little better, someone will immediately come to the door to accept apprentices, and if you have succeeded in cultivating alone, your relatives, the three mothers and two grandmothers will immediately follow you into the same sect, and it will be difficult for you not to develop and grow.

Feeling the prosperity of the cultivation atmosphere of these planets, Yi Chen took all the people who were subdued by him, got on the heavy flying ship when he came, and roared towards another distant planet. Yi Chen couldn't help but be proud of his proposal, he had already thought of a plan to use Skye's talent instinct to subdue these monks, so he deliberately chose the largest flying ship, fortunately it came in handy now.

Under the condition of Yi Chen's continuous infuse of true elements, the airship's own energy crystals resonated, and then emitted a dazzling white light, and began spatial teleportation again.

At the mountain gate of the 'Ben Yi Sect', Zax, who suddenly heard the bad news, hurried back with a few junior disciples, looking at the headquarters in front of him that was burned clean by Jester's fire, and looking at the purple-black blood stains remaining on the ground, although Zax was profound, and the Yuan Ying was stable, he still couldn't turn it over in one breath and fainted.

Several junior disciples slapped Zax's chest in panic, and finally rescued him, Zax was already jumping to his feet and roaring: "I, I, I'm going to eat that 'Mixed World Demon', he, he...... Oh, my God...... The foundation of my 'one sect' for thousands of years has been destroyed today, and we are sorry for the ancestors of the 'one sect'. ”

While Zax was wailing on the ruins of the headquarters, the dozen or so elders of the 'Hundred Instrument Building' were also in big trouble. They looked at the ransacked headquarters, and before they could react, they were already surrounded by more than a hundred monks. These monks from the 'Evil Heart Palace' had fierce eyes and a gloomy tone: "Old ghosts, you instructed your own disciples to destroy our mountain gate when our 'Evil Heart Palace' masters poured out, and we have to settle this account." ”

Yi Chen left a few people in each sect for the sects destroyed by him, and forcibly instilled some memories of right and wrong in their minds, so these clever helpers of the temple suddenly became infighting inexplicably, and the messengers sent by the temple to mobilize manpower here were in a hurry, and urgently asked the temple to send strong people to reinforce him.

Boston, a highly civilized planet, where the monks are inextricably linked to the temple and secretly hold a large part of the planet's power. On this planet, everything goes on in a weird way. Not only a symbol of strength, but also an important tool for various nations to intimidate other hostile nations, these monastic sects have also formed alliances to fight against the strange creatures that live among humans.

Overall, it's an interesting planet, a replica of the Holy See and the Dark Council on Earth. However, the various forces on the planet Boston, they don't know what kind of people these monks are, and they don't know their connection to the temple. For them, it is enough to have powerful people to work for them, so why do they need to track it down so clearly?

Yi Chen's spaceship has openly landed in an interstellar port in the Republic of Boston, holding a legal passport from the Senk Federation and a full set of legal documents proving that he is a very wealthy interstellar traveler. His airship was crowded with monks who looked like canned sardines, all hiding their physiology and avoiding the scrutiny of the outside scanner.

After quietly bribing the officials of several ports, Yi Chen entered the territory of Tantes with twelve subordinates. As for those monks, Yi Chen left them some cultivation techniques, and it would be good for them to improve their skills on the flyship, anyway, they are all thugs, and the thugs, naturally, the stronger the better.

Looking at the gray sky, inhaling the polluted air, and looking at the hurried pedestrians on the road, Chekov sighed: "Oh my God, this is a bit of London." ”

Yi Chen yawned, took out a jade slip with no interest, and began to check the situation of the monk sect of the Tantes Empire, he muttered in a low voice: "Hmm, it's fun, their only cultivation sect is the 'Moon Alliance', which can skillfully use all kinds of advanced high-tech weapons, such as high-energy electric crossbows and high-energy swords...... Oh my God, are they a modern-day version of the Witcher or something? But, well, it's interesting, they can stimulate the growth of an individual's body by some means, making it stronger and able to hold more True Elements. Except for a few high-level people, no one in their sect can use them, or rather, their disciples can't get good flying swords and magic weapons, these things are luxury goods for them. ”

Yi Chen snickered and said with a smile, "Skye, maybe we can easily make a mess here. Although the intelligence says that several of their leaders are very powerful, they can't bear it if we think we use crowd tactics?...... Well, use the tactics of the sea of people to assassinate a few of their leaders, and then disguise it as if it was done by other forces, let them fight to the death, and let's set off to another planet. ”

Chekov wailed: "Boss, it's been two months since you teleported, can you let us find a place to eat and drink, and then find a beautiful woman to play with?"

Yi Chen snorted casually: "Okay, okay, you go find a place, hmm, the headquarters of the 'Moon Alliance' is at No. 1049 Greenster Street, well, it's really rich, and the intelligence officers of the Demon Palace, that is, the subordinates of Chu Hongye's bastards, are really boring, and actually told us that the price of one square meter of land there is millions of standard credits, what is the use of this kind ......of intelligence?"

As soon as Yi Chen's words fell, two young men in the distance in front of him walked over quickly, with a small moon symbol on their sleeves, indicating their identities: "Members of the Moon Alliance." ”

Jester's eyes flickered, and he scanned their physical condition in an instant, and was surprised to find that their true yuan power was only at the beginning stage, but their physical strength could really be compared to the level of a cultivator after Yuan Infant condensation. Chekov also found out about this situation and couldn't help muttering: "Damn, such a sturdy body, a typical idiot with well-developed limbs and a simple mind." ”

Two young men walked over, and Yi Chen grabbed the one who was close to him with one hand, and asked with a smile on his face: "Dear friend, may I ask, where is the best hotel nearby?" I am a person who pays attention to life taste, I need the best wine, the best food, the best woman, my God, I will pay you, can you please take me over to have a look?"

The young man who was grabbed by Yi Chen felt that something like a vice pinched him, and his wrist pulse was in sharp pain, and he couldn't move at all. He wanted to speak, but a strange current of heat rushed to his head, so that he couldn't say a word, and could only 'hum' twice.

Yi Chen said with a smile on his face: "You agreed? Great, my God, please lead the way, this way, this way." He dragged the young man who was 'leading the way' and left, and the other Moon Alliance disciple next to him looked at him in a panic and hurriedly followed. Jester sneered maliciously and strode after him.

Yi Chen, with wishful thinking, took the two guys who sent them to the door to a remote place, and then asked for a confession.

Thinking of the smugness, the strength in Yi Chen's hand increased by three points, and the young man who was hurting was covered in cold sweat and almost fainted.

Yi Chen was walking forward, when suddenly several people in white robes turned out from the street in front of him and walked in another direction. Yi Chen was shocked in his heart, the strength of his hand increased greatly, and with a 'snap', the young man's wrist was crushed by him.

Jester and the others also noticed that something was wrong with Yi Chen, and hurriedly walked up, looking at the few white-robed people who were getting farther and farther away, Chekov whispered in surprise: "Fili?"

The other young man, who had already noticed that something was wrong, looked at his unconscious companion and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? enemies or ......friends?"

"Aftermath, Next Time"