Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

Yan Chen thought about it for a while: "It's like sweet osmanthus brew, slightly mellower than Moonlight Pearl."

"Uh..." Can you really taste it? ?

Yan Chen was serious, but the male disciples were dubious.

He hadn't had a drink for a long time, looking at the Yuehua Pearl in his hand, he wanted to taste it for a moment.

Moonlight pearls stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus...

Bah, bah, bah, I was really fascinated by this kid's nonsense!

The male disciple put on a straight face, and put the Yuehua Pearl back in place: "Who knows if what you said is true?"

"If you don't believe it, you can try it."

"I……"

What to try?Did he mean the taste?What he was talking about was the way of cultivation!The male disciple held his breath: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

"Wait until I ask Your Majesty for instructions."

The male disciple pressed Yan Chen's shoulder to make him sit beside him, raised his hand and summoned a gray-black crow.

This is a common sound transmission formula in the devil world.

The crow formed by Moxiu's spiritual energy, its two eyeballs glowed ominously red, and it kept spinning.

The male disciple said a few words to it, the crow's eyeballs stopped moving, and it flapped its wings and flew out.

"Until Your Majesty replies, you boy will be obedient to me." The male disciple glared at Yan Chen.

The sound transmission crow flew into the front hall of the Demon Sect.

Mozun was explaining to an elder about the Quenching Spiritual Soil.

The elder's surname was Chen, and he was also the master of the male disciple who supervised Yan Chen.The latter said that he was asking the Demon Lord for instructions, but in fact, the Yin Chuanjue could not be sent to the Demon Lord at all.

The little crow, covered in black mist, croaked twice, and finally stopped in front of Elder Chen.

Elder Chen hesitated for a second, Mozun said a little displeased: "Listen."

In front of Mozun, Elder Chen received the voice transmission.

A slightly nervous male voice followed: "Master, the kid you asked me to supervise, while I wasn't paying attention, ate one of the Moonlight Pearls in the room of the Immortal Demon Palace, what else did you say, this is his way of cultivation , is this true? Why don't you confirm with your lord?"

"The disciple stays with his heart."

Ate a Yuehua Pearl?Cultivation method?What kind of weird way of cultivation is this? ?

Elder Chen was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Mozun questioningly: "Your Majesty..."

Elder Chen didn't avoid Mozun, and Mozun naturally listened to what he said just now.

In Fengxin's eyes, Yuehuazhu may be extremely precious.But to him, it's just a decoration for lighting.

The Mozun casually "hmm": "It's just a moonlight pearl, it's fine, let him eat it."

Elder Chen understood, and summoned a sound transmission crow: "It's just a moonlight pearl, it's fine, let him eat it."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Just watch him and let him practice hard."

After finishing speaking, he let out the crow, and Elder Chen smiled at Mozun: "Your Majesty, please continue."

"Hmm." Something was wrong in Mozun's heart.

However, it is more important to temper the spiritual soil, and the demon king quickly put this strange feeling behind him, and did not study it carefully.

After giving orders to Elder Chen, he was asked to fetch the Quenching Spirit Soil.

Mozun summoned another elder and asked the other party to prepare the seeds of the spirit fruit in advance: "With the quenching spirit soil at that time, the sect will never be short of spirit fruit again."

"You can worry less."

The elder's surname is Lu, and he is a medicine cultivator. He is in charge of the medicine field, serving the spirit and planting the spirit fruit in the Demon Sect.

Part of the daily spiritual fruit supply in the Demon Sect is also in charge of Elder Lu.

Of course, these are just part-time jobs.

In the final analysis, Elder Lu was able to sit in such a high position because he was an earth-level pharmacist.

Therefore, as an elder, he is different from an elder like Chen who is still inexperienced and can only be a brainless worker.

Mozun has always been very polite to him.

After accepting the order, Elder Lu could also ask casually: "Quenching Spirit Soil, is it calculated by the one who brought back from Xun Xianzong?"

"Coincidentally, I've been refining medicine recently, and I'm missing a few spiritual plants. Can you please lend me some of them?"

This kind of thing has happened before.

What's more, the Demon Sect has a rule that [-]% of the medicinal pills that have been cultivated must be handed over to the sect.

The same goes for Elder Lu.

Mozun naturally wouldn't refuse: "He will live in the Immortal Demon Palace from now on. If you need it, you can go to him anytime."

Elder Lu was a little surprised, but he didn't ask further, just bowed his head and thanked: "Okay, thank you, Your Majesty."

"En." Mozun replied, at this time Guardian Zuo came in anxiously, as if he had something important to report.

Elder Lu resigned tactfully.

After leaving the front hall, he remembered Yan Chen who was dying not long ago, so he went straight to the Immortal Demon Hall.

In the past, Yan Chen was locked in a dungeon.

Even if you are an elder, you are not allowed to enter the Mozong dungeon casually.Now it is much more convenient to switch to the Immortal Demon Palace.

Thinking so, Elder Lu arrived in front of the Immortal Demon Palace.

He grabbed a maid at random, and asked the direction of the room where Yan Chen was now.

There is a maid standing outside the door, and two auras can be sensed inside, one strong and the other weak.

Elder Lu heard some strange noises.

It's like digging a mine... what are you doing?He frowned and glanced at the maid next to him.

The maid stood stupidly like a piece of wood, as if she didn't receive his questioning gaze.

Elder Lu pushed the door open and walked in.

After entering the door, the movement inside became even bigger.Elder Lu was just walking on the road, and he was still taking stock of what medicinal materials he lacked.

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, his mind went blank.

Beside the bed... Two figures squatted there, one on the left and the other on the right.Looking at the clothes on the left, they are disciples of their Demon Sect.

The person on the right is dressed in white, it is undoubtedly Yan Chen.

In his hand, he took out a short dagger that he did not know where. This short dagger looks simple and simple in appearance, but it cuts iron like mud.

Yan Chen was cutting, cutting, and peeling on the cold jade bed just like cutting tofu...

Finally, a piece of broken jade was pried off.

These pieces of jade, like frozen jelly, were still steaming when they were pried off.

Yan Chen caught the jelly with his left hand... No, he caught the broken cold jade and put it in his mouth, while holding the dagger in his right hand, he kept busy.

That Demon Sect disciple was looking at him in amazement, and he was still saying: "Your dagger is really powerful, what material is it used?"

"Look at it, it feels more powerful than my master's black black iron melting stick."

"When you finish cutting, give this dagger to me?"

Elder Lu: "..."

He didn't know which one to blame first.

Is it to blame this disciple first, for such a good dagger, he actually wants to steal it for himself?

Or should he scold Yan Chen first, that he dared to cut off the cold jade bed of the Demon Lord and eat it?

No... wait.

The person who let him live in the Immortal Demon Palace seems to be the Demon Lord himself——Your Majesty, you should know about this, right?

Elder Lu was in a trance.

Although he knew that His Majesty let Yan Chen out of the dungeon, something must have happened that he didn't know about, but it was too...

Elder Lu shook his hands, hesitating whether he should stop Yan Chen or not.

Feng Xin finally found his figure, he seemed to be taken aback, and suddenly jumped up from the ground: "Elder Lu!"

"Why did you come here?"

"What are you doing?"

Elder Lu didn't answer the question, instead he turned his head and pointed at Yan Chen: "Master sent me to supervise him to practice hard."

Elder Lu: "Practice?"

Feng Xin nodded: "Exactly."

Dedicated master, Elder Lu knows that there are many people who use sticks in the Mozong, but the elders are only from the Chen family.

This matter should be ordered by His Majesty... Elder Lu glanced at the pitted cold jade bed, and silently looked away.

Your Majesty is really a big hand.

"Okay, you go out first, I have something to ask him." Elder Lu waved to Fengxin.

After Feng Xin left the room, Elder Lu raised his hand to form a barrier, walked to Yan Chen's side, watched him cut off another piece of cold jade, and put it in his mouth.

Elder Lu's mouth twitched: "Your cultivation method is really novel."

Yan Chen glanced at him and recognized this face.

He didn't speak, just looked at the other person lightly, his eyes were calm and he seemed to be asking: What can I do with him?

Elder Lu also has some understanding of his temperament, so don't say anything if you don't speak, as long as you calculate it obediently.

He cut to the chase: "I'm missing a few spiritual plants..."

Only then did Yan Chen stand up, under Elder Lu's strange gaze, he closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said, "I don't have enough spiritual power in my body, if I want to calculate it, I need to provide a spiritual treasure for me to eat."

Elder Lu: "?"

What's the meaning?Ask him for a reward?

How dare a prisoner, a tool man of the Demon Sect, talk to him like that!Elder Lu's face darkened, and he was about to get angry.

Yan Chen: "Now that my lifespan is exhausted, I can only use this method to continue to calculate. It will be the same when your lord comes. If you don't believe me, just ask him."

The white-haired monk looked flat, without sadness, joy, or fear, as if he was really just stating the facts.

Elder Lu was dubious, so he sent a voice transmission to ask.

Little did he know that this move made Mozun realize something he hadn't noticed before:

If everyone in the Mozong wants to calculate and rely on him to supply the spirit treasure, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage?

Mozun replied "Yes."

After receiving the affirmative answer from the Mozun, Elder Lu took out a handful of low-level pills even though he was unhappy in his heart.

Yan Chen was very cooperative, swallowed the medicine in front of him, and then gave him the address of Lingzhi he wanted.

Elder Lu was quite relieved.

In short, these low-level pills are useless to him now, and it is not bad to exchange them for better ones.

Especially looking at Yan Chen, chewing the medicine like jelly beans, and closing his eyes to calculate the exact location.

He actually had a wonderful sense of satisfaction from exchanging old for new, turning waste into treasure, and picking up a bargain.

This has never happened before.

In the evening of that day, it happened to be a regular meeting of the elders' hall.

As a magic cultivator who is willing to share, Elder Lu told several acquainted elders about this by the way.

——He doesn't pay attention to the kind of elders who, like Elder Chen, come in to make up the numbers.

Elder Lu: "Now he lives in the Immortal Demon Palace. Elder Chen's eldest disciple is watching him. If you need anything, go directly to the Immortal Demon Palace to find him."

Someone asked: "Don't you need to report to your lord in advance?"

Of course Elder Lu doesn't need it, but for others, he is not sure: "Why don't I ask Your Majesty again?"

It's just that Mozun and Zuo Hufa have just left the Demon Realm together, and went to join in the fun in the secret realm of the new world.

It was just a regular meeting, and that's what we were talking about.

Mozun should still be on his way now, go bother him at this time...

"You don't need to bother Your Majesty with such a trivial matter." An elder with more seniority than Elder Lu said:

"After all, we will pay for it out of our own pockets."

Who spends his own money and treasures, and runs to report to the Demon Lord every time?Looking to Yanchen for calculations in the future will also be of the same nature as trading.

The other elders thought he was right.

They responded one after another: "It's just right, I've wanted to change to a Qi beast for a long time, but Your Majesty has always disagreed."

"Me too, I want to get a new magic weapon."

"Last time I fought with a few Buddhist cultivators outside, and my injuries haven't fully healed..."

Others are concerned about Yan Chen's new cultivation method: "For this Yan, one Heavenly Secret Technique is enough."

"Surprisingly, this kind of judging is still possible, I don't know..."

Elder Lu laughed at him: "Have you forgotten the result of His Majesty's letting people practice the Heaven's Secret Technique?"

"This spell, if other people can use it, His Majesty would have already used it himself."

The man's face softened slightly: "You are right."

Don't worry about scarcity but inequality, as long as others can't use it, he can rest assured.

The other elders thought similarly to him.

Hearing what Elder Lu said, everyone laughed: "If you want me to say, so what if he is powerful?"

"Aren't you still a prisoner of our Demon Sect?"

"Even that elder brother of his still contributes cultivation resources to our Demon Sect every year, hahaha!"

"If I remember correctly, it's time to collect resources next month, right? Who of us will go this time?"

"Xunxianzong..."

The Presbyterian Church was filled with a cheerful air.

They all planned to go back and take stock of the low-level spiritual treasures they didn't need, and take them to Yan Chen for better ones.

Infected by such an atmosphere.

Elder Lu couldn't help but start to think about what else he needs besides Lingzhi.

The world of self-cultivation is foggy and cloudy.

It is shrouded in thick white mist all the year round, like clouds from the sky falling to the ground, hence the name "fog cloud".

Fog clouds grow in the mountains.

The outskirts of the forest are connected to the plains. After years of exploration, the security is relatively high, and it is a place for many families and sects to practice.

The inner circle is full of dangers, and few people will approach it.

At night, especially when the moon is full, you can always hear thunderous beast roars and howls here.

Just like this moment.

A full purple moon hangs high above the night, and in the depths of the misty clouds, there is a more deafening beast roar than before.

The monks who were still wandering around felt the danger and chose to leave one after another.

But if they listened carefully, they would surely be able to hear that this beast roar was different from the previous ones:

In the past it was the roar of beasts, but tonight it seemed to be the same spirit beast.

It doesn't look like two high-level spirit beasts are fighting each other.

It's more like... who can hunt inside?Or capture the beast?

No matter what, run away.

The monks sensed danger and could run away.In the depths of the misty clouds, the spirit beasts, big and small, are suffering unspeakably.

Especially the spirit beasts who live on the front line of the battlefield.

The terrifying coercion, the smell of blood, and the aftertaste of attacks from humans and beasts spread out from a certain direction.

Every roar of the high-level spirit beasts pushed their bodies down two points to the ground.

There are even weak spirit beasts coming from the outside to avoid human monks.

He was not caught by humans, but he couldn't bear such a powerful coercion first, and died suddenly on the spot.

The battle continues.

I don't know whether it's the blood of a human or a beast, which dyes the long-lasting white mist with a trace of red.

The entire foggy spirit beast was as quiet as a chicken.

They huddled in their burrows, and did not dare to move their bodies until the movement outside gradually subsided.

Come over to watch?Dare not dare.

In the depths, countless trees collapsed into the huge swamp, and a half-dragon, half-lizard monster protruded most of its body from the swamp.

There are ruins all around, and there are countless sword marks and claw-like cracks on the ground.

Half of the widest sword mark fell on the ground, and half cut through the lower abdomen of the dragon lizard.

Blood flows like water.

The dragon lizard fell to the ground with a bang, and its tail was also thrown out from the swamp, with several mud spots on it, which happened to fly towards Yan Xing.

But he has no strength to escape.

The left and right dragon lizards are dead.

Yan Xing let the huge lumps of mud hit him, and fell to the ground following its force.

A cloud of foul-smelling mud hit him squarely in the face.

Yan Xing wiped his face, revealing facial features that were exactly the same as Yan Chen's, put together, but with completely opposite temperaments.

There is also a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth: "Bah!"

Yan Xing spat out the swamp mud, turned his head to look at the huge dragon lizard corpse not far away: "It's not fun to find me after it's dead."

His internal organs were in pain as if they had been crushed, but Yan Xing bared his teeth, revealing a bright and distorted smile.

With this dragon lizard, this year's resources are enough.

He spit out another mouthful of blood, took a breath, turned over with great effort and lay on his back, quietly looking at the night sky.

It's a full moon, you should eat moon cakes.

After watching for a while, the mole on Yan Xing's little finger flashed, and a small porcelain vase appeared in the palm of his left hand.

Holding the sword in his right hand and fighting the dragon lizard for a long time, he was already numb and unconscious, and his spiritual power was also completely exhausted by the last blow just now.

Yan Xing had no choice but to bite off the cork with his mouth.

This movement caused the wound on his abdomen to be ripped open by the dragon lizard to twitch, blood gushing out.

Enduring the pain, Yan Xing sprinkled the medicinal powder on the wound.

This is his homemade gold sore medicine, formulated according to the classics at home, simple, cheap and easy to use.

After spraying the medicine, he threw the porcelain bottle casually.

Around the territory of powerful spirit beasts, there is usually a vacuum zone, and the pressure from the war between the two sides is still there, so there is no danger here for the time being.

He needs to rest.

Yan Xing lay down for about half an hour.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, but just opened his eyes and looked at the sky, letting his body absorb spiritual energy instinctively to repair his injuries.

After half an hour, Yan Xing got up.

He picked up the broken sword thrown on the ground, separated the dragon lizard's head, tail, and body, and put it into the space.

After collecting all the loot, Yan Xing rested on the spot for a while.

After recovering a little bit of spiritual energy, he Yujian left here.

Breaking through the dense white mist, Yan Xing returned to Taiyin Mountain not far from here.

Taiyin Mountain is a small peak hidden among the mountains, and the Yan family is hidden on the top of Taiyin Mountain.

The aura on the top of the mountain is abundant, but the aura at the foot of the mountain is thin.

Because of this, the Yan family has been hidden from the world for many years, and no outsiders have ever broken in.

Yan Xing doesn't come back here often.

For more than 80 years, he has been used to being alone.

But if I go home, I can always think of the happy days when I lived in seclusion with my brother 18 years ago.

After two days of recuperating at home, Yan Xing was about to go down the mountain when he received a letter from Xunxianzong.

The letter came from the suzerain: "There seems to be a secret place of inheritance in the South China Sea. If you are interested, you can go and check it out."

Yan Xing waved the crane away, and thanked him.

He is now collecting resources everywhere, and finding a cave to practice at will when he has time, which is basically equivalent to leaving the sect.

But out of guilt for the two brothers, the suzerain would always send a letter to him whenever there was any new news.

If the resources collected by Yan Xing every year are still left after handing them over to the Demon Sect, some will be reserved for the Sect Master of the Xunxian Sect.

It was all he could do in return.

South China Sea... Yan Xing confirmed the direction, stepped on the broken sword, and walked in the air.

Because of his injuries, he was not fast enough to control the air.

After a while, Yan Xing's consciousness swept across, and there was a breath at the foot of his own mountain.

The broken sword trembled in mid-air, Yan Xing went down instead with disbelief and some kind of expectation.

Soon, he saw clearly the figure at the foot of the mountain.

Before the disappointment surged up, it was replaced by anger.

At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, there is a waterfall.

Lotuses are planted in the pool outside the waterfall, and there is a cave inside, with beautiful scenery around.

When Yan Xing was young, he and his younger brother dug up the soil from the vegetable garden at home, spread it around the pool, and planted a few peach trees.

Peach trees die every year, they grow every year.

Things are different, and the soil is still there, but the person who planted peach trees with him was arrested and sent to the Demon Sect.

But at this moment, a male cultivator was squatting obscenely by the pool with his back turned to him, digging soil there!

Yan Xing was furious!

"Stop!" It was the soil he and his younger brother dug from the top of the mountain with their own hands when they were young!

Without hesitation, Po Jian rushed towards the figure from behind.

Yan Xing originally wanted to scare this person away, but he didn't want to, the other party subconsciously aroused a shield.

Spiritual power with blood emerged.

Yan Xing's complexion changed: "Moxiu!"

The aura instilled on the Broken Sword doubled in an instant. Originally it was just a warning, but now it contained killing intent.

All magicians should be damned!

The broken sword collided with the stick made of black black iron, making a "bang".

Elder Chen almost lost his footing and fell into the pool.

He took half a step back and quickly jumped to the side: "Who are you?" Then he saw Yan Xing's face clearly:

"It's you?"

"It's your grandpa!" Yan Xing laughed loudly: "Grandson, why don't you return the soil to your Grandpa Yan?"

"You want to grab the Quenching Spiritual Soil?"

"If I take something from my grandson, can it be called robbery?"

"You!" Elder Chen glared angrily.

The two sides stopped talking, one fought and the other fled—Yan Xing was already in the middle stage of Xuxu training, while Elder Chen was only in the late stage of transformation.

The later stage of cultivation, even if there is only one step difference, the difference in strength is huge.

Although Yan Xing was wounded, under the influence of anger—especially when the other party was a demon cultivator, he still crushed Elder Chen.

Elder Chen retreated steadily.

In the end, most of the soil was snatched back by Yan Xing.

Elder Chen left behind two curses, fled, and left the Taiyin Mountain boundary with the only remaining Quen Lingtu.

Back in the Mozong, he handed over the soil to Elder Lu according to the order of the Mozun.

Explaining to himself that there is only such a small reason, he couldn't help scolding: "This Yan Xing is really like a mad dog!"

"If you bite someone, don't let go!"

"Around a mountain, chased me several times..."

"Before, some disciples in the sect were snatched by him, and today they all rode on me, the elder!"

The more Elder Chen thought about it, the angrier he became.

Elder Lu comforted him casually: "Okay, so what if he snatches it away? In the end, it will still be sent to our Demon Sect."

Elder Chen didn't feel comforted, but felt even more ashamed.He handed the soil to Elder Lu, made an excuse at random, and left in a hurry.

Elder Lu was left behind, worrying about the Spirit Tempering Soil that was spread flat on the ground and was only the size of four palms.

Just a little, what's the use?

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!