Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

Inside the rusty dungeon.

On the wall, one on the left and one on the right, were two fist-sized moonlight beads, adding some light to the cell.

Yan Chen opened his eyes, and what he saw was the dark red ground that seemed to be clinging to swamp mud.

He was sitting against the wall, hugging his knees, his hands and feet were bound by lock rings, connected to a heavy spirit-binding lock.

Yan Chen lowered his arms, and the chains collided with each other, making a moderate clang.

In the silent prison cell, the sound seemed very abrupt.

There was nothing in the cell.

There were no beds, and nothing for the common man to satisfy his physical needs.

They are not members of the Demon Sect, and they don't even have such a bit of humanitarianism.

It's just that this is the world of self-cultivation, Yan Chen has already formed alchemy, he doesn't need those.

What he needs is freedom.

The wall was also stained with muddy blood, Yan Chen didn't care about anything, and leaned back gently.

This body's lifespan is approaching, and it is already a dead tree.

The silver glow of the moonlight beads had a tinge of red, shining on his white hair that fell to the ground.

Yan Chen glanced at the opposite cell.

There was also an orthodox monk who was imprisoned there, male, in his 30s.

Of course, the actual age must be more than that.

The spirit-binding locks on Yan Chen's hands and feet were of a certain length, and they only bound his wrists and ankles.The Mozong people allowed him to move around in the cell.

The other party is not treated so well.

This inmate was imprisoned for about three months, during which time he kept his eyes closed and meditated.

Both his hands and feet were pierced by spirit-binding locks, and chains were wrapped around his waist, and he was tied to a pillar of mahogany in a sitting position.

If it wasn't for Yan Chen who could still sense his breath, they would have thought he had already melted away.

There were occasional movements on Yan Chen's side, but the other party never opened his eyes.

However, with the spirit-binding lock, monks cannot practice at all.Such an attitude is just self-deception.

Yan Chen didn't look any further, and closed his eyes to rest.

At the same time he retracted his gaze, the cultivator in the opposite cell opened his eyes.After looking at him for a while, he shook his head sympathetically and closed his eyes again.

Yan Chen was thinking about what to do next.

The situation in this world is somewhat special:

He is no longer the family member of the cannon fodder in the main plot, but the younger brother of the protagonist.

As for the protagonist of this world...

He is a Long Aotian.

Yan Chen's twin brother: Yan Xing.

Origin of "Hidden Family" - this family has withered, and at the beginning of the main storyline, only two brothers are left.

Although there are few people, the two brothers have their own talents:

Yan Xing was born with a sword bone, and successfully established his foundation at the age of 15.

Yan Chen practiced the secret art of heaven, and could measure everything big and small.

The two chose to be born because Yan Chen predicted that a hundred years later, the world of comprehension would face a catastrophe.

There are so many classics at home, but no one can point them out.Yan Xing is determined to go out of the mountain, in order to find a teacher to teach and strengthen himself.

The second is to ensure the source of information. It would be better if the cause of the catastrophe could be detected in advance.

However, the two brothers went down the mountain smoothly and entered the sect as they wished, but they failed to get a good result.

It seems that Long Aotian can only be worthy of the name "Long Aotian" if he grows up in adversity.

In today's comprehension world, spiritual energy is getting thinner day by day.

The monks gradually got used to using various elixirs, formations and other spiritual treasures to assist in their cultivation.

Immortal caves wandering between heaven and earth, secret realms of inheritance, and even treasures of heaven and earth hidden in unknown corners were all searched for.

Opportunities are increasingly difficult to find.

And the position of the remaining [-]% chance, Yan Chen can easily calculate.

However, for small things like a elixir or a spirit beast, he only needs to use his spiritual power to track them.

Great opportunities are like medicine fields and immortal secret realms. If he wants to measure them, he has to spend his lifespan.

For a monk, no matter how long the lifespan is, as long as one day does not become a fairy, it will always have an end.

No one thinks they live too long.

But no one would empathize with the life essence consumed by others.

My younger brother's secret art is so easy to use. Yan Xing knew that the opportunity would move people's hearts. Before he was born, he repeatedly emphasized to Yan Chen:

Never give away his abilities.

However, even with Yan Xing watching, Yan Chen, who has a kind and unguarded personality, still accidentally leaked it out.

Things quickly got out of hand.

Seeking Immortal Sect suddenly seemed to be on the hook, and found two small secret realms successively.All the monks in the comprehension world were jealous.

Before they figured it out, how did Xunxianzong do it.

The gate of the Demon Realm was suddenly opened, and the Demon Lord personally took Yan Chen's Zixun Xianzong abducted.

Mozun's cultivation was advanced, Yan Xing couldn't stop him, and was severely injured.

He has always taken it as his duty to protect his younger brother, and his heart has been unstable since then.

In order to stabilize Yan Xing, his master told him: He paid resources in exchange for news of Yan Chen in the Demon Sect.

Mozun also promised that as long as Xunxianzong delivered sufficient resources every once in a while, he would save Yan Chen's life.

In order to save his younger brother's life, Yan Xing emptied his family property.

Afterwards, while cultivating hard, he searched for resources and ventured into secret realms, and narrowly escaped death several times.

After untold hardships, he finally reached the devil world.

As a result, it is conceivable that Yan Chen is only a golden elixir body, and has already exhausted his lifespan, and died.

And Yan Xing also knew from Mozun's mouth: It turns out that his master was the one who leaked his younger brother's secret art back then.

His master is an undercover agent in the devil world.

Yan Xing killed the Demon Lord, and after leaving the Demon Realm, he killed his teacher in public, and disappeared from the world since then.

All he left behind was his notoriety, and legends of robbing everywhere and challenging others by leapfrogging.

The wandering thoughts gradually came back.

Yan Chen soon realized that with his current state, he might be able to achieve the staged plot achievement of "Death and Dao Elimination" with another calculation.

As soon as he said it, outside the cell, there was a breath slowly approaching at the entrance of the corridor.

There are distinct classes in the demon world, and demon soldiers are usually responsible for guarding outside the prison cells.

Every time Mo Zun looks for Yan Chen, he will ask Mo Bing to take people out to meet him.

Yan Chen stroked the white hair hanging on the side of his hand, and his gaze touched the moonlight bead hanging on the opposite wall, supported by ferocious iron claws.

He urgently turned on himself.

The magic soldier approached quickly.

Although it is a magic soldier, the opponent's appearance is no different from ordinary people, tall and thin.

It's just because he is a demon cultivator and his level is low, he can't restrain his aura, and he exudes a faint blood aura all over his body.

The magic soldier opened the cell door wide: "Boy, don't squat stupidly."

"Your Majesty wants to see you." The magic soldier untied the other end of the chain from the mahogany pillar exuding a strange aura.

Yan Chen sat on the spot without moving.

He was 17 years old when he was born, and now 80 years have passed, and he has spent more than [-] springs and autumns in this prison cell.

Due to the constant consumption of life essence, her black hair was stained with frost.

However, his face still looks like a boy, and his pair of star-like eyes are still as indifferent and indifferent as when he was born.

This may have something to do with his cultivation of secrets.

When everything in the world is in his eyes, and there are no secrets at all, his eyes will make people frightened:

Is he spying on my past, or predicting, or even interfering with my future?

Because of such fear and worry, Yan Chen was reprimanded and cursed by the magic soldiers guarding him.

But now, the magic soldiers all know:

This poor monk is about to die, it is impossible for him to use his lifespan to measure these little fellows.

"What are you doing stupidly? Do you want me to help you?"

The magic soldier pulled off the chain impatiently—the spirit-binding lock attached to Yan Chen's hands, Yan Chen's body was pulled forward slightly, his whole body was on the verge of falling, and he almost fell to the ground.

The tall and thin demon soldier was stunned: he just pulled lightly, and immediately let the chain loosen.

This kid, can't he really die?

do not!Even if you are going to die, how can you say that you have to wait until you meet His Majesty before you die?Otherwise, since he is dead now, what should His Majesty do if he blames himself?

Thinking so in his heart, the magic soldier hesitated for a while, and approached Yan Chen: "Hey..."

After taking two steps, Yan Chen put his hands on the ground, straightened his back with difficulty, and looked up at him.

The two sides looked at each other quietly for a moment.

Yan Chen: "I can't stand up."

The youthful cultivator's aura is like gossamer, if it is not for his cultivation level, the demon soldiers would not be able to hear what he said clearly.

He looked at Yan Chen with distaste: "Shall I help you?"

If it was someone else, the magic soldier would just grab his hair and drag him out.

But His Majesty still wanted Yan Chen to be useful, seeing that he was on his last breath, the demon soldiers didn't dare to act rashly.

He reluctantly stretched out his hand, ready to help Yan Chen up.

In the next second, the magic soldier's hand stopped in the air.

He looked at Yan Chen in shock, only to see that the latter lowered his head and looked at the binding spirit lock on his wrist for two seconds.

Suddenly, he raised his left hand to his mouth, and bit down on the lock ring on his wrist.

Magic Soldiers: Shocked my whole family.

What is this doing?The magic soldier widened his eyes: "Are you crazy?!" Thinking of himself as an iron eater? ?

The magic soldier quickly pulled the chain, but because of the incident just now, he didn't dare to use too much force.

Yan Chen bit the air, raised his head and glanced at him, then raised his right arm again.

This time the demon soldiers didn't show mercy, Yan Chen bit his tongue again, and was pulled forward and fell forward——halfway, the demon soldiers pressed his shoulders to stabilize his body.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Let me tell you, don't play tricks with me!" The magic soldier shouted sharply, his voice raised.

Yan Chen sat firmly and raised her head.

Facing the glaring gaze of the demon soldier, he was silent for a moment, and then said weakly, "I'm hungry."

Magic Soldier: "..."

Let's not talk about a golden core stage monk, why would he feel hungry.

Have you ever seen any normal person who would eat anything when he was hungry, and put everything in his mouth when he saw it?

The magic soldier didn't believe Yan Chen's words, and looked at him suspiciously.

Yan Chen accepted his scrutiny calmly.

After a while, the magic soldier bared his teeth and took out a lotus leaf chicken from the storage bag.

Pushing aside the lotus leaves, the chicken was still steaming, the demon soldier tore off a leg, handed it to Yan Chen, and said viciously, "Eat it quickly!"

Yan Chen looked at him for two seconds and said thank you.

As the magic soldier disassembled the chicken for him, watching him finally finish eating the whole lotus leaf chicken, his inner unhappiness had already accumulated to the peak.

"Can you go now?" The magic soldier threw the lotus leaf casually, before the lotus leaf fell to the ground, it had already turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

Yan Chen: "Still hungry."

Magic Soldier: "?"

The magic soldier said unkindly: "Boy, are you kidding me?"

Yan Chen was innocent: "You misunderstood."

"I'm hungry because my longevity and spiritual power are exhausted, not because I'm hungry. Ordinary people's food doesn't contain spiritual energy, so it's useless to me."

The magic soldier looked even worse: "Then why didn't you say that just now?" He was still eating so happily!

"I am locked by the spirit-binding lock..."

Yan Chen had an expression of "I didn't expect that either"—people trapped by the spirit-binding lock cannot perceive the spiritual power of the outside world.

This naturally also includes the spiritual power on the lotus leaf chicken.

In other words: he thought the chicken was raised with spiritual food, a lotus leaf chicken with spiritual energy.

Magic Soldier: "..."

After being imprisoned by one of his subordinates, the fact that he was a poor demon was exposed, and the demon soldier became angry from embarrassment: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Your Majesty is still waiting, you don't want to make him angry, do you? Stand up quickly and follow me."

Yan Chen was unmoved.

The demon soldier was about to carry him away forcefully, when he heard him sigh quietly: "It doesn't matter."

"You have taken me captive to the devil world for many years, making me spy on the secrets of the heavens. Now that my lifespan is exhausted, although my physical body cannot leave, my spirit and spirit dissipate. It is also a kind of relief."

Saying that, Yan Chen had a contented smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly closed his eyes, and leaned back gently.

No matter how you look at it, they all look like they are about to ascend to heaven in place.

The magic soldier turned pale with shock: "Hey, you...you see, I have something to eat! Something with aura! I'll eat it for you, hold on!"

Yan Chen was grabbed by the shoulders and shook, barely opened his eyes.

The magic soldier stuffed a elixir into his mouth, which was the lowest and most basic energy-gathering elixir.

"Thank you." Yan Chen sincerely thanked you.

After taking the elixir, under the tense eyes of the demon soldiers, he leaned on the wall with one hand and tried to stand up. Finally, his legs shook and he sat back down.

Yan Chen smiled wryly: "This bit of spiritual energy is not enough at all."

"Forget it..."

Seeing that he was ready to face death again, the demon soldier was almost annoyed to death: "You hold on a little longer! I'll report to my lord."

Your Majesty absolutely does not want to see this guy dying.

Yan Chen still smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I think so too, but..." He looked down at the spirit-binding lock on his wrist: "If..."

"Don't think about it." The magic soldier's teeth ached for a while.

Even if Yan Chen is really so outrageous, this thing can be eaten, and he must not let him eat it——

When Yan Chen was taken captive, even Mozun couldn't find the storage equipment from him.

This group of monks, who knows what is in the storage equipment?

"Okay." Yan Chen unexpectedly cooperated.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his gradually distracted eyes moved away from the magic soldier.

When they touched something behind the opponent, they gathered again.

Yan Chen's eyes brightened slightly: "Then, what about that?"

The magic soldier followed his gaze suspiciously and turned his head.

After a while, there was a creaking sound in the dungeon.

Yan Chen's cell was facing the door, and Song Wenzhen, who had been listening with his eyes closed, finally couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked across.

I saw that the cell of the white-haired monk suddenly became half dark.

One moonlight bead was missing on the wall, and the tall and thin demon soldier was taking down another moonlight bead.

And leaning against the corner, the boy-like cultivator was holding a mutilated Moonlight Bead, eating seriously, bite by bite.

The crunching sound was also made by him.

Song Wenxuan: "??"

Song Wenxuan closed his eyes and opened them again, but nothing changed.

The moonlight beads exuded a cool silver glow, which set off the white-haired monk's skin color and long hair like snow.

Song Wenxuan couldn't help but look down at the white-haired monk's abdomen.

It wasn't shining.

The author says:

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