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

After the magic sword killed the middle-aged man in purple robe who wanted to leave, it automatically flew back into Yang Chen's hands.

"It's really powerful. I never imagined that without using your cultivation base, you can use the power of nature to control the magic sword to cause such damage."

"The natural way of heaven and earth is really wonderful."

Yang Chen looked at the magic sword with a gleam of light in his hand, thoughtfully.

All the insights from waving just now flooded into my mind.

That's right, just now Yang Chen didn't use any of his cultivation after entering this cave.

All relying on his physical instincts and his understanding of the world to mobilize the power of nature to control the magic sword.

It looks very good.

When he integrated his perception into his body.

Feel the aura and natural elements around your body being controlled by it.

It's just that I can't send and receive this feeling in my heart.

Different from simply improving one's cultivation base, this realm requires him to study and comprehend carefully.

The natural way of heaven and earth is incomparably wonderful.

"However, I still feel that the spirit is still not working, and I can't fully mobilize the surrounding natural forces."

"Looks like it needs more practice."

"However, right now we have to ask some questions clearly, lest people from the Devil's Cult come to Shushan to make trouble every few days."

Yang Chen put the magic sword back into the scabbard in his hand, looked at the many demon cultivators in the cave who were preparing to run away quietly and said with a smile.

"Hey, where do you want to go, everyone? Don't forget that I am a guest here!"

At this moment, the many demon cultivators in the cave came back to their senses, and looked at Yang Chen in horror.

Unexpectedly, this monk from Shushan actually beheaded their rudder master with a single sword.

Is it possible that the strength is above the fit?

Thinking of this result, many demon monks broke out in cold sweat.

"Run away! Brothers, run to the teleportation formation, and even the helmsman has been defeated by this man."

"Everyone, run!"

"Stop, I still have something to ask you, if you run away, who do I ask?"

At this moment, Yang Chen also looked at these demon cultivators with admiration, and really didn't know if they were really stupid or fake.

Directly hit a palm force to block the way forward of everyone.

"Hero, master, please let us go! Each of us is old and young, and it was the dead bully who forced us to join here."

"That's right, please forgive us, this master of Mount Shu! We will repay you as cows and horses in the next life..."

Everyone looked at a huge palm print blocking the front, and immediately turned around knowingly and knelt down on the ground.

I hope this little-looking Shushan monk will let them go.

"Stop talking nonsense. When I ask the matter clearly, I will naturally let you go."

He was naturally clear about what these Demon Sect cultivators had done, Yang Chen asked coldly.

"Just now I heard that you are members of the Mo Dao Tian Mo Sect. When did you go to Shushan to establish a branch?"

"How many people are there in the entire sub-helm, are there any other disciples of your demon sect in Shushan?"

"This, this hero..."

Hearing the news Yang Chen asked, someone spoke in a very tangled manner.

"Our Dalin sub-helm was established not long ago. As for whether there are traces of other magic gates in Shushan, we don't know."

"All of us were brought here as cannon fodder, and our status in the sect is very low."

"Really? Since you said the news as if you didn't say it, it's useless for me to keep you."

"Anyway, you still want to hide it from me."

A sneer appeared on Yang Chen's face, and he pulled out the magic sword again.

The moment the magic sword was pulled out, a burst of sword energy was born out of thin air and opened a big hole on the top of the cave.

Seeing this scene, all the magic monks were almost drenched in cold sweat.

One by one, they kowtowed frantically and begged for mercy.

"No! Hero, what we said is true."

"We really don't know at all whether there are monks from the Demon Sect in Shushan!"

"Then let me die!"

Yang Chen took the magic sword with an extremely indifferent expression, and swiped towards a demon cultivator who stood in front of him and kowtowed.

Anyway, Yang Chen felt a lot of evil spirit and resentment from these demon cultivators.

It is natural to know that each of them has a lot of blood on their hands, and keeping it is a disaster.

"Pfft!"

The man kneeling on the ground had his throat cut by the magic sword, sucking up the magic energy in his body and died.

"We really don't know! We were forced to come here."

The rest of the people kowtowed even more when they saw the scene of Yang Chen drawing his sword, and their hearts were extremely terrified.

This person doesn't feel like a Shushan monk at all, but he looks like a great power in their magic way.

Not only is the weapon in his hand very strange, but even killing people is so clean and neat.

It's just that they were all restrained by the Heavenly Demon Sect, so they couldn't tell the news about Dalin's sub-helm.

Once the news is forcibly spoken, the restrictions placed in the body will explode instantly, and at that time, he will not die or be disabled.

And Yang Chen has already controlled the entire cave in his hands, and there is no way to escape.

They can only hope that Yang Chen will be merciful and let them go.

"Stupid!"

A gleam of light flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, and he struck out with another sword.

"what!"

A demon monk fell down again.

"I said, I said, can you stop doing it? The person who knows the news is the elder among us."

At this time, a man in a black robe stood up tremblingly in the crowd, pointed to an old man hiding in the depths of the crowd and said.

He was really afraid of Yang Chen's methods.

This Shushan disciple is simply a murderous monster without blinking an eye.

"Yes, you can survive."

Seeing this, Yang Chen looked at an old man hiding in the crowd with a half-smile.

This old man was the one who talked to the middle-aged man in the purple robe in the cave.

It seems that apart from the middle-aged man in Zipao, he has the highest status, otherwise there is no need for these monks of the Demon Sect to risk their lives to protect him.

"Damn it, Wang Dalin, you dare to confess me and destroy my plan of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The old man in the crowd felt a gaze staring at him, and he was very angry.

Subconsciously, he took out a black token on his body and was about to activate it.

"What do you want to do?"

At this moment, a cold voice reached the old man's ears, making him tremble in fright.

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