Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

Yan Chen's life is obviously much more precious than Song Wenxuan thought.

No matter from the tone of Mozun's tone or the ready-to-go attack summoned from his side, Mozun was acting as if he was going to give Yan Chen some flair.

But the mass of bloody devilish energy did not get out after all.

Yan Chen was also unscathed.

He even chewed and swallowed the mahogany skin in his mouth slowly, and then looked at Mozun lightly and said, "Just now I showed you the secret realm of the South China Sea, the spiritual power accumulated in the past few days has been exhausted."

"If the lord still wants to calculate, he needs to provide Lingbao."

Mozun tasted that feeling of heart attack again.

His anger and threats, in the eyes of the white-haired monk, seemed to be non-existent.

But yes, after all, Yan Chen didn't know that the mahogany trees everywhere in this dungeon were his contracted spiritual plants.

From the looks of it, Yan Chen thought he was looking for him again to make calculations.

Mozun's eyeballs stared at Yan Chen's face and turned around.

The devilish energy accumulated by his side slowly subsided: "Just a secret realm, can it produce such a large consumption?"

During the few days when he was not in the Demon Sect, apart from the spiritual treasures provided to Yan Chen by the elders of the sect for trading, the other party also ate a lot of things from him.

If Yan Chen hadn't lied to him, it would have been...

Mozun didn't even look back, and cast a barrier around the cell.

Song Wenxuan just sat in for a few sentences before his voice stopped abruptly. Seeing this, he rolled his eyes at his back.

This scene happened to fall into Yan Chen's eyes.

He lowered his eyes and let the Demon Venerable scrutinize him: "Could it be that the Lord still doesn't understand the rules of the Heavenly Secret Art?"

"If it is an ordinary secret realm, the consumption will naturally not be great."

"But the South China Sea Secret Realm you are looking for is left by a Mahayana monk who failed to cross the tribulation."

"With the spiritual power I have accumulated in just a few days, how easy is it to find the inheritance secrets left by Mahayana monks?"

"What did you say?" Mozun took a heavy breath.

Yan Chen glanced at him lightly, and knew that the fish had taken the bait—but what he said was true: "I said, the spiritual power accumulated in the past few days is not enough."

Mozun glared at him angrily, who told you to say this?

"You said just now that the secret place in the South China Sea was left behind by Mahayana monks who had crossed the catastrophe. Is this true?"

Yan Chen: "How dare I lie to your lord?"

"Why didn't you say it before that?" Mozun scowled.

Such a big deal!If Yan Chen hadn't gnawed on the mahogany wood, he might have to wait for a few more days, or even wait until the door of the secret realm opens to find out.

Yan Chen gave him a "you are making trouble for no reason" look: "My lord heard that I couldn't find the entrance to the secret realm, so he threw up his sleeves and left."

"When did you give me a chance to explain in detail?"

Mozun: "..." It seems to be the same.

But who is the devil?How can you admit your fault?He chuckled: "Now that I know, it's the same."

After finishing speaking, Mozun glanced at Yan Chen's wrist indiscriminately, and wrapped around his spirit-binding lock ring:

"Didn't you still want to eat the Binding Spirit Lock before?"

"Why did you go to eat the pillars of the cell instead?"

No matter how confident Mo Zun is, the suspicion in his bones is still indispensable.

Yan Chen also followed his gaze, looking down at the spirit-binding lock on his wrist.

He chuckled mockingly: "The lord was joking."

"If I really eat this spirit-binding lock, the lord may suspect that I want to take the opportunity to escape."

"I'm dying, but I still want to live."

"Otherwise, why bother with the Demon Sect and spend all your lifespan on behalf of greedy people like you?"

This is the first time in the past 80 years that Yan Chen has expressed his hatred for everyone in the Demon Realm so bluntly.

After hearing this, Mozun was not angry.

Instead, he gave a strange smile: "Very good." Meeting Yan Chen's cold eyes, his tone became more cheerful:

"I hope you can continue to maintain this good attitude after you go to the South China Sea."

"You want to take me to the South China Sea?" Yan Chen showed surprise at the right time: "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

"You can't run away." Mozun looked at him meaningfully: "Speaking of which, your twin brother has practiced everywhere these years."

"This trip to the South China Sea, you and I may not be able to meet him again."

"As far as I know, he has never forgotten it and wants to save you back."

Although I couldn't hear the sound, it was always a little adjustment in the boring prison life.

Song Wenxuan kept staring at this side.

Seeing the white-haired monk with the appearance of a young man, his expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water just now in the face of the Demon Lord's anger, but at this moment he suddenly lowered his eyes with a desolate expression.

He became even more curious.

What are you talking about?Is there a secret place in the new world in the South China Sea?What about calculations?

This white-haired monk doesn't look like a very powerful person, so how dare he open his mouth and ask the demon king to provide him with a spiritual treasure?

Song Wenxuan had 1 question marks in his heart.

He couldn't help scolding Mozun again in his heart, you dog!

Mozun is still threatening Yan Chen three times: "No matter how talented he is, he can only practice vain cultivation."

"You two, you'd better be honest then."

"If you think about it, you don't want to be the last, reunite with his brothers in the devil world, right?"

Demon Venerable laughed strangely, pointed sideways at Song Wenzhang and said, "See him? If your elder brother is like him and doesn't know how to provoke this deity, this will be the end."

"After all, the devil world doesn't support useless people."

"You are still useful, the deity only left you with a pair of hands and feet."

Song Wenxuan: "?"

Although he didn't know what the Demon Venerable said to the white-haired monk when he pointed at him.

But seeing the latter looking at this side with worried eyes, he could guess that it must not be a good thing.

dog thing dog thing!

Song Wenxuan almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

Yan Chen looked at him several times.

Mozun didn't know whether he didn't feel it, or he was too lazy to talk to him, and hurriedly led Yan Chen out of the dungeon again.

The previous female demon cultivator named Suo Ai ran back and waited by the side when she found the Demon Venerable approaching.

Mozun didn't give her half a look, and only asked her to go to Elder Chen to receive the punishment.

As for Elder Chen, the two apprentices are trash.

He has every reason to judge that the other party is also a waste and cannot be reused. He will find an opportunity to kick him out of the position of elder in the future.

Mo Zun had a stinky face, and when he passed by the entrance of the dungeon, Yan Chen turned his head to look at the cell where the Buddhist cultivator was.

Before Mozun ordered the other party to save him, he hadn't had time to thank him.

The other party's eyes were closed, and the cell was filled with a strong and pungent scent of flowers, which should be left by Suo Ai.

However, Buddha Cultivator didn't seem to be affected.

He was reciting the scriptures in a low voice, and the Mozun quickened his pace in displeasure, but he didn't stop to find fault.

After leaving the dungeon, Mozun summoned the elders.

Hearing that he was going to take Yanchen to the South China Sea, several elders spoke out to dissuade him, but Mozun had made up his mind.

Unlike other sects in the cultivation world, the Demon Sect respects the strongest here.

The elders' dissuasion was ineffective, and Mozun took Yan Chen off immediately after explaining many matters.

This is the characteristic of the cultivation world.

Life is long, but execution is extremely high, no matter what you do, you are always in a rush - after all, everyone carries the most valuable possessions with you.

Even though the spiritual energy is getting thinner and the cultivators start to rely on the treasures of heaven and earth, what they really pursue is still strength and becoming immortals.

Throughout the ages, nothing has changed.

It is different from the profession of sword repair, where one person has one sword, and the sword is not only a weapon, but also flying.

For most practitioners, attacking magical weapons and flying mounts are separated.

The gate sect has flying boats, and the beast master sect often has specially domesticated vultures, and the smaller ones also have lotus platforms and flying carpets...

As the leader of the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord naturally cannot lag behind others.

His flying mount is a bone dragon.

It is said that it is a bone dragon, but it is actually a dragon that failed to transform into a dragon, but the demon king wants to call it a dragon, and others are not good at refusing his face.

What's more, even if it is a jiao, it can go to the step of transforming a dragon, which has proved its strength - and also proved the strength of the Demon Lord.

How many people would not envy such a mount.

The monks I met while passing by would exclaim from time to time, such as "It's so cool".

However, when Yan Chen sat on this thing, he felt panicked.

He had to stand.

No matter how fast the bone dragon flew, it took two full days to reach the South China Sea.

For the past two days, Yan Chen could only stand on it, facing the cold wind, devouring the spiritual treasure provided by the Demon Lord.

The satisfaction and joy of eating in the past seemed to have disappeared.

Yan Chen decided to find something for Mozun.

The South China Sea is very large, and the surrounding mountains are covered by dense forests, where most monks camp.

There is no one in the large open space by the sea.

After all, no one wants to be caught off guard while meditating in the middle of the night, encountering sea monsters or other monsters.

Guardian Zuo was also hiding in the dense forest, Mozun took Yan Chen to meet him.

Seeing Yan Chen, the other party looked extremely surprised.

After all, there are fewer demon cultivators here than on the righteous way. The corner chosen by Zuo Dharma is relatively secluded, but there are still many people around, which shows that the temptation of this inheritance secret is great.

The faces of Mozun and Zuo Hufa are no strangers to many righteous monks.

However, although righteousness and evil are opposed, it is not considered to be life and death when they meet, and a subtle calm is maintained at this moment.

Both sides are very jealous of each other.

Therefore, even though Protector Zuo did not approve of Mozun bringing Yan Chen here, he did not say much.

Just urging Yan Chen: Hurry up and calculate.

Yan Chen glanced at him, then looked at Mozun.

"You have He Lingbao on you, take it out and give it to him." Mozun turned his head and said to Guardian Zuo.

Left Protector: "?"

If he hadn't trusted the Demon Lord's strength, he would have doubted whether this guy was someone else in disguise.

Mozun briefly explained to him.

Zuo Hufa had no choice but to be reluctant, and turned out the less important things in the storage space.

To deceive others, Mozun led them to a relatively high mountain before Yan Chen started eating.

Seeing Yan Chen slowly delivering those various spirit treasures to his mouth one by one, Guardian Zuo felt sour all over.

Obviously the skills are similar, why can't he do this?

Receiving Guardian Zuo's jealous eyes, Yan Chen didn't change his face, but the speed of eating slowed down a little, and his body sat upright towards him.

It's a pity that Mozun still wears the spirit-binding lock on him, so he can't see where Yan Xing is now.

While thinking, Yan Chen recalled the situation of the secret place in the South China Sea.

The secret realm can be divided into completely open and selectively open. The former allows all practitioners to enter, while the latter restricts some conditions.

The South China Sea Secret Realm is the former.

This is indeed an inheritance secret realm left by a great power, and not only is it completely open, but it will only be opened after at least a thousand monks above the transformation stage come to the scene.

These are the contents of the main plot.

During this period of time, Yan Chen should have died.

Yan Xing didn't know about this, and was still running around to improve his strength and collect resources, so he naturally wouldn't let this gathering go.

During this trip to the South China Sea, Yan Xing will encounter Mozun and be seriously injured by him.

It was very possible that he would advance to breakthrough in a few years, but he was beaten back to Taiyin Mountain and spent five years recuperating from his injuries.

He also postponed the day when he found out the truth that his younger brother had died.

——This is also the reason why Yan Chen must follow.

Of course, it's not that he insisted on following him now, but Mozun brought him here by himself.

Yan Chen lowered his eyes, quietly waiting for Yan Xing's arrival.

Broken Sword flew a little slower than Bone Dragon, and was delayed for some time on the way.Yan Chen and Mozun arrived in the South China Sea in the morning, while Yan Xing arrived in the afternoon when the sun was shining.

Looking at the edge of the sea area, Yan Xing got into the dense forest.

When looking for a foothold, I heard from the monks passing by that the Demon Lord had come and gone, and he just came back this morning.

He could probably guess what the other party did when he went back.

While feeling sorry for his younger brother, Yan Xing hated those people from the Demon Realm even more, especially the Demon Lord.

At the same time, someone said curiously: "Do you think the white-haired boy brought by Mozun this time will be the new right protector?"

"Dharma protector of the demon sect, you must have a body-fitting cultivation base to be a guardian?"

"Are you stupid, didn't you see the chain on his hand? I look like a spirit-binding lock. How can there be a sect that wears a spirit-binding lock for a guardian?" Even the Demon Sect can't do it!

As Yan Xing listened, he couldn't help but stop.

The white-haired boy, the spirit-binding lock...

He clenched his fists, his heart was pounding, and he looked straight at the monk who said this in the crowd.

The latter seemed to have sensed something, and when he met his sharp gaze that was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, his heart tightened: "What are you doing?"

"This fellow Taoist." Yan Xing nodded and asked, "I don't know where the Demon Venerable is? Can you point me in the right direction?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that he looked fierce as if he wanted to fight, but he was actually quite polite.

He subconsciously pointed in a direction: "Over there."

"Thank you fellow daoist." Yan Xing thanked and left.

Looking at his back, the person who showed him the way was stunned for a moment, then turned to his companion and said, "This man looks familiar..."

"You just found out?"

"Huh?" The guide was puzzled, and the companion said helplessly: "Didn't you just say that the white-haired boy brought by the Demon Lord?"

"Ah!" That person, and the one who asked the way just now, seem to be... indeed... exactly the same? !

"What's the relationship between them..."

"I don't know, one is following the Demon Lord, and the other is still on the right path, wouldn't it be brothers turning against each other?"

"Uh..." Yan Xing didn't care to listen to the discussion behind him.

After arresting people and asking them all the way, he finally saw the mountain where the Demon Lord was stationed in the distance.

Yan Xing didn't intend to find Mozun to fight that Demon Realm Left Guardian, although he really wanted to...but he also knew that he couldn't beat those two.

He just wanted to see his brother.

White hair, white hair... How much life did my younger brother spend before those people would call him a white-haired boy?

With his broken sword, Yan Xing jumped down the mountain, hid behind the crowd and the shade of trees, and found Mozun and the other three.

Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw Yan Chen's silhouette, he still couldn't contain the anger surging in his heart.

Some are against the Demon Lord, and some are against himself.

The younger brother's emaciated body and white hair all over his head are so glaring and piercing to his heart!

Yan Xing hated him very much, the self who was so happy and brought his younger brother down the mountain together.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too burning and his emotions were too excited.The Mozun seemed to have sensed it, and looked over here.

Reason told Yan Xing that he should avoid.

But his feet were firmly nailed in place.

When he saw Protector Zuo and Yan Chen follow Mozun's line of sight together, Yan Xing even squeezed out a bright smile when he turned his head to look.

Because he was not too far away, Yan Chen's spiritual power was sealed, but his body was tempered by two thunder calamities.

He easily saw Yan Xing's face clearly.

When the eyes of the two sides met, seeing Yan Chen's whitening eyebrows, Yan Xing's smile faltered slightly, and then became more natural.

His cold and sharp gaze softened as always, like a sword in its sheath, hiding all sharpness.

But this look is different from when he was young, he was carefree when he was young, his gentleness is a habit that has been with him for many years.Now the habit is still there, but there is a bit more nostalgia and sadness.

After staring at his younger brother for a while, Yan Xing planned to leave.

He can't beat the Demon Lord now, if he makes a rash move, he will only ruin the lives of both of them at the same time.

Yan Xing glanced at Yan Chen for the last time, and an untimely voice suddenly sounded: "It's really pitiful."

Yan Xing's face turned cold, and followed the sound to look at the left protector beside Yan Chen.

The other party was smiling at him: "How about it, do you really want to reunite with your brother?"

"Do you want to come to our Demon Sect?"

"As long as you practice the magic way, the gate of the demon world will always be open to you! Hahaha..."

Yan Xing stared at him coldly.

It's not that he didn't get angry, but he knew that what the other party wanted to see was himself in a state of dismay.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.He wants to remember this face...

"Zong Shi." Many monks around were attracted by the movement here, and the Demon Venerable stopped the provocation of Zuo Dharma.

Zong Shi snorted coldly, and gave Yan Xing a sideways look: You are lucky.

Yan Xing smiled instead of anger, sensing the fear of the two of them, he didn't go far at all, he casually chose a big tree nearby and jumped onto it.

The dense branches and leaves of the trees obscured his figure.

Zuo Hufa could only see a pair of legs, dangling around in a dawdly way, and his shadowy eyes...

He couldn't help baring his teeth.

But now Mozun regards Yan Chen very seriously, he can't get angry at Yan Chen yet, he has to listen to him instead.

——After Yan Xing arrived, Yan Chen swallowed the last Lingbao.

For a truly rare thing, Mozun and Zuo Hufa were naturally reluctant to give it to him to eat.

So Yan Chen suggested that they search around the South China Sea for spirit treasures to replenish his spirit energy.

Mozun said yes.

Yan Chen smiled slightly.

After the Demon Lord untied the spirit-binding lock for him, he stood up straight.The monks around had been paying attention to this side from time to time before, and seeing this made them all the more concerned.

Mozun and Guardian Zuo frowned at the same time, their intuition was not good.

In the past, Yan Chen calculated that all he had to do was close his eyes and make a gesture, and wait for a while. Why did he suddenly stand up?

Yan Chen didn't wait for the two to react, and raised his hands slightly.

This time he still closed his eyes, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a monk nearby exclaimed:

"Where is the Taoist friend going through the tribulation here?!"

Crazy isn't it? !The more people under the thunder robbery, the more terrifying the sky thunder will be. Now the place is full of high-level monks...

However, they soon discovered that the dim light above their heads was not the gathering of dark clouds, let alone the gathering of thunderstorms.

It was a night that shrouded this place.

Beyond the South China Sea, the sky is still cloudless. "Could it be that the door to the secret realm is about to open..."

In the distance, monks who didn't know why also gathered in the place where the night first appeared.

It was too late for the Demon Lord to stop it.

——As the night fell, Yan Chen had risen to midair. If he made a rash move, he might be attacked by monks who regarded this vision as the opening of a secret realm.

He could only look at Yan Chen in mid-air with Zuo Hufa frowning uncomfortably.

And the monks who rushed over also found that on the mountain peak, a monk was standing with his eyes closed, wearing a night sky.

His waist-length white hair was fluttering in the wind, and his hands were constantly changing and complicated spells.

With his movements, the shape of the galaxy became clearer and closer to the ground...

The dark blue night sky was gradually filled with bright stars that seemed to flow.A terrifying sense of oppression enveloped the hearts of the monks.

Some low-level monks couldn't bear this kind of suppression, so they could only sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, and practice their exercises in order to purify their minds and avoid interference.

In the next second, several stars fell from the sky.

The falling speed of these planetesimals was extremely fast, some of them went towards the center of the South China Sea, while others crashed into the vicinity of the South China Sea.

The star is wrapped in magical power, and in the eyes of the monks, the falling trajectory becomes extremely slow...

"Thundercloud! Thundercloud!"

Some people couldn't bear the pressure, and some people had an epiphany on the spot, and were greeted with envy and jealousy by all the monks:

"Those who survived the tribulation over there, get out of here!!"

The cultivator who crossed the catastrophe ran away like hell, the nebula gradually dispersed, and Yan Chen spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The monks: "??"

Unable to understand the situation, they just stood there and continued to watch.

This kind of big scene of a hundred days and nights and stars falling into the sea is rarely seen in thousands of years. Anyway, you must know who this white-haired monk is!

Under the scorching gazes of all the monks, Yan Chen landed slowly and sat weakly beside Mozun.

The monks: "??"

Mozun? ?This person, from the devil world? ?

Yan Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Mozun, as if he couldn't see his anger, nor could he feel the eyes of countless righteous monks around him.

He calmly reported: "The place where the star falls is the place where the Lingbao is."

Demon Venerable: "..."

He didn't even have time to set the sound-proof barrier.

"Ah!!" When the surrounding monks heard this, the gazes that were originally looking at Yan Chen with fear became even hotter.

There are many people who remember the direction in which the Xingzi fell just now, and they are just about to move.

However, Yan Chen raised his hand again, forced out two drops of blood from his fingertips, wrapped it with spiritual power, and sent it to Mozun.

Demon Lord: "?"

Yan Chen said weakly, "Take this blood."

"Only those who have my mark can see the guiding star, and a drop of blood can last a whole day...cough cough cough!" Yan Chen said, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Mozun's eyes darkened, and he waved all the blood into the storage ring.

How can this work?A group of monks around were staring at each other, and the hair on the left guardian stood upside down: "Your Majesty..."

"Go!" Mozun picked up Yan Chen.

However, as soon as the words fell, countless attacks were sent towards his direction.

Among the crowd, only Yan Xing was stunned.

He thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

When will my brother do this?

Does Tianjishu have such cool special effects? ?When the ancestor's remnant soul asked them to learn it, he didn't tell him! !

The author says:

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