I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"Okay, then take us to have a look and talk about it!"

Yang Chen carried the magic sword behind his back, held Xuejian and followed the woman in white to the depths of the palace.

Every time Yang Chen went deeper, he felt that the surrounding Yin Qi became heavier and heavier.

It even condenses into fog.

Xuejian also started to tremble, and only relaxed after Yang Chen pasted a spell on her body.

The woman in white walked ahead, although she had a smile on her face, but she was thinking in her heart.

"Hehe, the leader will be very happy. Such a young little fresh meat, a little girl, and even a whole caravan are waiting for him."

After walking for about 10 minutes, the woman in white brought Yang Chen and Xue Jian to a gate.

"The Forgotten City?"

Looking at the signboard above the gate, Yang Chen couldn't help but read it.

"This guest officer and the little girl, please!"

The woman in white opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Looking at the white scene in the city, Yang Chen couldn't help grinning.

With so much resentment and murderous aura, Yang Hun didn't know where it would grow after absorbing it.

Because there are red soul stones and evil energy in the body at the same time.

Yang Hun can not only absorb the distracting thoughts emanating from people's hearts, but also absorb the resentment and evil spirit between heaven and earth.

Future growth is absolutely limitless.

Not to mention that there may be other gains in this city.

Just talking about these resentments is an excellent harvest.

It's not in vain to pretend to follow this kid.

As Yang Chen penetrated into the white mist, there seemed to be many eyes staring at him.

At the moment, the figure of the woman in white is becoming more and more erratic, and her legs are gradually floating in the air.

Let out evil smiles that penetrated people's hearts one after another, trying to control Yang Chen with this.

"My kid is wrong, it's the old aunt, you still want to confuse me, don't you?"

"Using this method is to control me, and then let me take you to the caravan?"

Under the evil gaze of the woman in white, Yang Chen applauded lightly at this time.

A gust of wind gushed out from his body, and directly began to sweep the surrounding mist.

The environment in the entire space is revealed at a glance at this moment.

The surroundings were filled with Ah Piao of different shapes, all of which were tattered and tattered, showing the appearance before death.

Some have knives and guns stuck in their bodies, some have only half of their heads, and some just stick out their long tongues.

"Grab him and devour his blood essence."

"No, I want the little girl's. I like the little girl the most."

Some stronger Ah Piao licked their tongues very greedily.

He rushed towards Yang Chen with only one order.

Adding up these scattered Apiao, there are probably thousands of them.

Ordinary people who come here and see these Ah Piao will probably be scared to death.

Yang Chen doesn't care.

If he had seen this scene in his previous life, he would probably have really been scared out of his mind.

This kind of scene is no longer a problem with the improvement of his cultivation base.

You can kill them all with a single palm, so there is no need to be afraid.

Besides, he was accompanied by a red ghost king, so he was afraid of this.

As for Xuejian, she was knocked unconscious by Yang Chen early in the morning, fearing that the child would leave a psychological shadow.

He didn't have the slightest fear of these Ah Piao, but Yang Chen headed towards the center of this space.

On a throne made of bones.

Sitting there was a middle-aged Taoist with a tattered Taoist robe and a long beard.

It looks quite complete, but judging from the black air coming out of his body.

A proper old Apiao.

It can be seen that he is the ghost king of this space.

The middle-aged Taoist laughed loudly when he saw Yang Chen whose face remained unchanged.

"Unexpectedly, you are a little bit capable, an ordinary person will not change face when facing this scene."

"If it weren't for the fact that everything here can't be seen by the outside world, I really want to keep you by my side."

The aura emanating from the middle-aged Taoist is in the stage of transforming gods, and it can be seen that he has been practicing for many years.

"It's up to you, a bunch of scum!"

Yang Chen stretched out his hand, and directly crushed the woman in white who was smiling wickedly.

Seeing this scene, A Piao's strange screams around him stopped abruptly.

Immediately followed by endless murderous intent and anger.

Disapproving of these Ah Piao's grievances, Yang Chen casually clapped his hands and said.

"A thousand-year-old ghost, with good luck, became a ghost cultivator in the transformation stage."

"It can scare ordinary people."

"But in my opinion, you are just a tool to increase my experience."

When he said this, Yang Chen's face was neither red nor out of breath, and he was extremely calm.

Unless you want something else.He had already beaten these Ah Piao to scum.

Yang Chen also wanted to find a fetish that had been passed down for thousands of years, probably these A Piao who had been staying here all this time knew about it.

The magic sword on the back of the induction kept trembling after entering here, Yang Chen sighed and took out the magic sword.

"How dare you kill a ghost in front of me."

The middle-aged Taoist's face became extremely ferocious, and the black air around him also began to billow out.

"Young man, you are looking for your own death. You can't go against the heavens if you come to my vain devil city."

The middle-aged Taoist screamed and turned into a cloud of black smoke that covered the sky and covered the sun, covering Yang Chen.

Yang Chen moved away calmly, and put the magic sword in his hand.

After seeing the blue long sword in Yang Chen's hand, the figure of the middle-aged Taoist stopped abruptly.

"Magic sword?"

Yang Chen nodded in satisfaction, it could be seen that this middle-aged Taoist was indeed a thousand years ago.

The sword spirit in the magic sword should also come out, right?

When seeing the middle-aged Taoist.

A faint blue human-shaped light suddenly appeared on the trembling magic sword.

Appeared in front of Yang Chen in an instant.

Under Yang Chen's amazed gaze, this blue light gradually turned into a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen wearing a shabby blue dress.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her skin is like snow, her eyes are like stars, and there is an indelible sadness hidden under her pretty face.

As if he was thinking about someone all the time.

What a beautiful girl.

This is the thought in Yang Chen's mind.

"Princess Nightshade?"

The surrounding Ah Piao were shocked when they saw this girl in a tattered blue dress appear.

Then they fell to their knees.

"Meet Princess Solanum."

The expression of the middle-aged Taoist was also full of surprise, and he quickly restrained the ghost energy in his body.

Followed by many Ah Piao bowed down to the ground.

Having just appeared here, the girl in the blue skirt still looks a little troubled.

It seems that it is not suitable for this environment.

It wasn't until she saw the middle-aged Taoist in torn robes in front of her that the girl in blue said excitedly.

"You are, the original swordsmith? And are they all the people who died the day our King Jiang's palace was broken?"

"Then, swordsmith, Brother Longyang, do you know where you are?"

Yang Chen also stood aside and listened.

Although he knows these things.

But the feeling is still different when I know it and when I hear it from the person concerned.