Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

Why rely on his teeth?Yan Xing was puzzled.

Song Wenxuan was still chattering, recalling his past feats: "Can't you even eat spirit-binding locks?"

"There are also moonlight beads, by the way, before we leave later, you remember to take my two moonlight beads with you."

"I don't have anything else to thank you for now." Song Wenxuan smiled shyly, very enthusiastically.

Yan Xing is not sure: "This, there is no need to..."

Song Wenxuan seemed to realize something: "You don't like to eat moonlight beads?" Then it was a bit embarrassing.

After all, before he was imprisoned, all his storage equipment was looted by the Mozun, and now he was so poor that only one piece remained...

"Ahem." Song Wenxuan was unwilling to give up: "Then, little brother, when we leave the devil world, you can go to my cave as a guest, and then you can choose the spirit treasure in my cave!"

Yan Xing: "..."

No matter how you look at this person's attitude, devouring Lingbao is not because his younger brother was used some kind of evil method by the Demon Lord to incorporate the characteristics of a treasure-hunting mouse or the like.

But did he do it himself?

Why didn't I know before... my brother still has this ability? ?

Yan Xing was slightly in a daze. He was afraid of bringing up his brother's sadness before, so he didn't ask carefully.

However, now is a good opportunity.

Song Wenxuan and his younger brother's cell were facing each other, and he was able to use the other party to find out how his younger brother was doing in the dungeon of Mozong.

Yan Xing looked at Song Wenxuan and smiled faintly: "It's really unnecessary, swallowing Lingbao is just a stopgap measure."

"I was in that situation, you also know..."

Yan Xing was a little apologetic: "I didn't scare you, did I?"

Song Wenxuan suddenly realized: "No!"

Then he really followed his words and recalled: "At that time you suddenly ate the moonlight pearl, I was a little surprised, but I was not scared. There are all kinds of wonders in the cultivation world! Who doesn't have a few ways to save their lives?"

"However, this method of yours is really miraculous, and you really have no choice but to expose it to others."

Song Wenzhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense after leaving the Demon Realm."

Yan Xing wrote down what he said, and smiled slightly: "Then thank you very much."

Song Wenxuan: "It should be, it should be."

"However," Song Wenzhen suddenly remembered something and became worried: "I don't know what the Demon Lord is able to monitor the scene in this dungeon..."

"It's rare for you to be rescued this time, let's run away quickly! lest the demon king come to you again later!"

again?Yan Xing said calmly, "No, he doesn't have time to trouble you and me now, otherwise this fellow Taoist wouldn't be able to save me."

He said and looked at Elder Tang: "Do you think so?"

What can Elder Tang say?He could only follow Yan Xing's intention and nodded silently.

"Okay, okay! That's good." Seeing that the two of them were so determined, Song Wenzhen felt relieved.

He also wanted "Yan Chen" to open the door for him and save himself, but he had already been rejected once, and he didn't know how to mention it again.

After much deliberation, let's get close first.

"People have been staring at me before, and you and I have never spoken to each other. Presumably you don't know my name yet. My name is Song Wenxuan."

Song Wenxuan remembered Yan Chen's frail appearance when he first came here three months ago, and asked in a concerned tone, "I don't know how about you, little brother?"

Yan Xing: "My surname is Yan, and my single name is the word Chen."

"Good name." Song Wenxuan praised politely: "Brother Yan, how long have you been locked up here?"

Yan Xing said without hesitation, "81 years, September, and 21 days."

Song Wenxuan: "..."

Song Wenzhen's expression froze, full of sympathy, and looked at Yan Xing in surprise.

Cultivation has no time. For the monks, 80 years have passed after a big test.

It was the first time he had seen someone as particular as "Yan Chen" who could clearly remember the time in prison.

Come to think of it, for "Yan Chen", the days of being locked up in the dungeon of the devil world must be full of suffering every day.

Song Wenxuan couldn't help comforting him and said, "80 years is a blink of an eye, and when you leave the devil world, you will naturally be able to leap into the sea."

"However." Song Wenzheng paused: "You and I alone may not be enough to break out of the Demon Realm. To be on the safe side, it is best to unite the monks in the entire dungeon..."

Even for "Yan Chen", there might be some useless teeth, Song Wenxuan looked at Yan Xing hesitantly.

Yan Xing nodded: "This is natural."

"As for how to break out of the Demon Realm, you can rest assured." Yan Xing thought to himself: He has also finished asking about what he wanted to ask, and now it is impossible to open the door to Song Wenxuan.

However, there are some things that can be revealed, so that the other party can temporarily feel at ease.

Yan Xing smiled slightly: "I have an older brother, he has recovered contact with me, and in a few days, he will bring people to rescue me."

Song Wenxuan was curious: "I don't know if your brother is..."

"His name is Yan Xing." Yan Xing didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

In Song Wenzhen's eyes, it was the expression of his peace of mind when he mentioned his brother.

Yan Xing, Yan Xing... Song Wenzhang lowered his head and frowned in thought: "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere."

His eyes lit up: "Ah, I remembered!"

Song Wenxuan raised his head and looked at Yan Xing, hesitant to say something: "Your brother, is he from Xunxianzong?"

"And he's a famous swordsman... Am I right?"

Yan Xing nodded implicitly: "Not bad."

"That's right." Song Wenxuan observed his expression, hesitating: "However... your brother's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals doesn't seem to be very good."

"Although I have never met him, I have heard many people say..."

Yan Xing frowned slightly: "What did you say?"

Song Wenxuan: "Say, he doesn't talk about martial arts, he is an imposing monk, he competes with low-level monks all day long, and searches for training resources everywhere..."

For some reason, Song Wenxuan felt a chill behind him.

His intuition made him glance at "Yan Chen", and he noticed that the other party's face was slightly gloomy, so he quickly made up for it:

"But come to think of it, your brother also has difficulties."

"He must have done this in order to improve his cultivation as soon as possible and come to save you as soon as possible."

"When he rescues you and the two of you brothers are reunited, it will be the end of all hardships."

As he talked, Song Wenzhen felt a little emotional.

If he had such an elder brother, he would practice hard for decades to save him, and now he would break into the Demon Realm...it doesn't matter what the other party's reputation is?How did you get scolded?

The same is true for Yan Chen.

Song Wenzhen thought so, and looked at "Yan Chen".

Just as I was about to comfort him a few more words, I found that his face was more gloomy, as if he could drip water.

How did he know that Yan Xing's search for cultivation resources was not aimed at improving his cultivation as soon as possible?

Those things were all sent to Mozun's pocket.

Song Wenzhen cautiously asked, "Brother Yan?"

"Huh?" Yan Xing recovered from the feeling of remorse, and restored a calm expression: "It's nothing."

He made an excuse at random: "I was just wondering if my brother would be in danger when he breaks into the Demon Realm."

Song Wenxuan suddenly realized.

Alas, one is in the outside world, working hard for several years to save his younger brother, and bears the infamy.

One is in a dungeon, unable to protect himself, but always has his brother's safety in mind.

What is this, this is brotherly love!

Song Wenxuan was very moved: "Brother Yan, don't worry!"

Yan Xing was taken aback by his suddenly raised voice, and heard him say: "I have achieved a little success in the formation method."

"A middle-stage cultivator who fits like the devil, I can also trap him for at least half an hour."

This is the second time Song Wenxuan has said this.

He is obviously very proud of this: "When your brother comes, I can trap the low-level demon cultivators in the maze and give you a helping hand."

After boasting himself, he began to praise "Yan Chen"'s elder brother: "Besides, your elder brother has advanced rapidly in recent years."

"Several of my friends have seen his sword skills before, and they all say that he is a natural swordsman."

"The sword cultivator's aggressiveness is higher than that of monks of the same rank. He has been waiting for so many years, and now he dares to rescue you, so he must be fully confident."

"You have to trust him."

Elder Tang on the side: "..."

He rolled his eyes silently in his heart, if he hadn't been sure that this idiot named Song Wenzhen really didn't recognize Yan Xing, he would have thought that the other party was deliberately flattering.

This flattery is obviously well shot.

Yan Xing couldn't hold back the upturned corners of his mouth, the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he nodded seriously: "You're right!"

Lest he couldn't help laughing out loud, he felt that he couldn't chat with Song Wenxuan anymore.

In the slightly disappointed eyes of the other party, Yan Xing comforted Song Wenxuan again, telling him to wait patiently.

After that, he led Elder Tang to find Xuan Wu.

In fact, it was not impossible for him to open the cell door.

Before parting, Yan Chen had taught him the method: in the skyscraper tower, the Demon Lord would attack the scene in the phantom array from time to time.

All these demonic energy were collected by the phantom array.

Although the phantom array was arranged by Yan Chen, it is located in the skyscraper tower.

With Yan Chen's completely open authority, these magic energy Yan Xing can also be called.

It's just that Elder Tang can't know about these things for the time being, so Yan Xing didn't directly release Song Wenxuan.

Although Elder Tang is under his restraint for the time being, if he is not sure, he will jump over the wall in a hurry. It is better to be on the safe side.

Yan Xing came to the dungeon and found Xuan Wu.

There are very few Buddha cultivators in the world of comprehension, not to mention this is the world of demons. There is only this one in the entire dungeon, and it is very easy to find.

Yan Xing painted gourds again, trying to find out from Xuanwu what the "life-saving grace" was all about.

When it came to his life, he couldn't help but care.

However, Xuanwu's personality is obviously different from Song Wenxuan's.

After hearing what he said, the other party just said "Amitabha", and then smiled compassionately:

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. To me, it is also a merit. Don't need to thank the benefactor."

"But..." Xuan Wu nodded to Yan Xing again, moonlight beads shone on the top of his smooth head and the golden-red cassock.

In Yan Xing's eyes, Xuan Wu's whole body exudes the brilliance of Buddha nature.

The words are also the same: "Fate is God's will, the world of mortals is vast, and the benefactor can meet me several times, it is also destined."

"Walking with predestined people can help us Buddhist disciples to realize the Tao."

"I don't know what the benefactor plans to do next? Xuan Wu is willing to help the benefactor."

Yan Xing heard it in a daze.

He is used to being straightforward, and when reading scripts, what he hates the most is the type of riddles.

Finally, he recalled it, and only heard that the monk wanted to help him.

Yan Xing smiled faintly, and said politely, "No need, I can handle it myself."

Xuanwu: "..."

Xuan Wu fell silent, even Elder Tang looked at Yan Xing in a daze, didn't he want to repay your brother?

Is this how you repay your favor? ?

Elder Tang couldn't help sighing, if it wasn't for confirming that Yan Xing was an orthodox monk, the other party's behavior was really like their demon cultivator.

Same ungrateful...

Bah, bah, who would scold himself?

Elder Tang thought to himself, he must have been brainwashed by Yan Xing.

On the way to the Demon Realm, Yan Xing used all kinds of non-repetitive adjectives to attack him in life, as well as map cannons.

Elder Tang gave up thinking and looked at Xuan Wu, expecting the two to turn against each other.

However, Xuanwu just had a weird expression, as if he had noticed something, and his eyes scanned Yan Xing's face...

Yan Xing didn't dodge or evade, he let him look at him.

In fact, both his appearance—after all, he looks exactly the same, as well as his temperament, they all pretend to be alike.

It's just that when facing people who are not threatening, I really don't have the patience to pretend to be comprehensive.

For example, the sentence "I can handle it myself" just now is obviously not something Yan Chen would say.

They are all from the same camp, the other party will know about it sooner or later, and it's okay to be discovered - Yan Xing thinks so.

However, I don't know whether Xuanwu saw it or not. He was only slightly disappointed in the end, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all: "That's fine."

"Benefactor, be careful."

Yan Xing thanked him, and informed him as usual: "Five days later, the devil world will be in chaos, then we will take the opportunity to escape together."

Xuanwu subconsciously: "Okay, thank you benefactor."

After Yan walked away, he realized: What did the other party just say?Chaos in the devil world?escape together?

He thought that the other party refused to save him...

Xuan Wu looked in the direction where Yan Xing left, a little strange: So, what is this benefactor doing now...

Yan Xing is going to find the body of Wulingvine.

Wuling vine, the demon's natal spiritual plant.

Once the natal contract is signed, it cannot be canceled.

And the lifespan and cultivation base of both parties of the contract are shared.If one party dies, the other party will be severely injured.

Most people in the cultivation world today would not easily choose to sign a natal contract—especially with a spiritual plant.

No matter how long the lifespan of Lingzhi is, its attack power is low and its cultivation is slow, which is far inferior to the help that spirit beasts of the same level can bring to monks.

But Mozun's Wulingvine broke this rule.

The red mist it emits is mysterious and unpredictable, with various effects.

According to legend, it was watered and bred by the Demon Lord with the blood of countless monks.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is still Lingzhi.

Spirit beasts have hands and feet, and can travel around with their masters.

Lingzhi is rooted in the soil, and even if it can leave the soil for activities, it will only be for a short time.

The main body of Mozun's Wulingvine is under this dungeon.

This is also one of the reasons why he does not allow ordinary people to trespass into the dungeon.

There are only two floors in the dungeon, Yan Chen's cell is located on the first floor, and Yan Xing brought Elder Tang to the second floor.

On the second floor, it seems that even the Demon Lord himself doesn't come often.

Among the monks imprisoned here, even one of them had fallen into a demonic way. When he saw Yan Xing, he yelled and cried and begged to let him out.

There was another person whose body was tied to the mahogany wood and sat for an unknown amount of time, leaving only a white bone.

Several thin vines snake out from behind the mahogany, and these vines are like snakes, winding around various parts of the bone.

The body of a cultivator can remain intact for hundreds of years after death.

One can imagine where the flesh and blood on those bones went.

Apart from these, the few remaining monks who are still sober and rational are also dying.

Yan Xing suppressed the impatience in his heart, and repeated his escape plan several times to their numb faces.

After confirming that they have all written down, continue searching.

In the end, it was a haggard old man who barely spoke out after staring at him for a long time.

The other party stopped him with a hoarse and dry old voice: "What are you... looking for?"

The old man had obviously not spoken for a long time.

Yan Xing turned around and said respectfully: "I'm looking for the Wulingvine, I don't know if senior knows..."

The old man was silent for a long time.

His cloudy eyeballs kept rolling, looking eerie and frightening.

He should be recalling, Yan Xing waited patiently.

Sure enough, after a while, the other party spoke again: "The fourth cell is on the left side of the entrance."

"Remove the Moon Pearl."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

It can be seen from the old tendons on his forehead that he is suffering some kind of great pain.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Yan Xing bowed silently, and came to the cell that the other party mentioned.

This cell is empty, and the door can naturally be pushed open.

Elder Tang obviously couldn't hold back anymore.

A crow with a faint light flew out from behind him, Yan Xing raised his hand to catch it in the air, and killed it on the spot.

"If you want to accompany the demon king, you can put another one next." He threatened without concealing his malice.

Elder Tang was sweating coldly, and forced out a smile in embarrassment: "Accident, accident..."

The old man didn't say which moonlight bead should be removed, Yan Xing was careful and tried to remove one and then two.

Then, there was a flash of light under his feet.

A formation appeared on the floor of the cell, the light was dim, and only the rudiments of the formation appeared.

Yan Xing knows that this is a special magic circle, and it needs to be activated by inputting the spiritual power/magic power of a designated person.

Elder Tang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

However, in the next second, his vision blurred, and he was thrown into the skyscraper by Yan Xing.

Elder Tang: "..."

While Elder Tang was cursing in his heart, Yan Xing drew out part of the magic power of the Demon Lord and injected it into the formation.

He didn't stop until the color of the pattern became solid.

The formation was activated, and the surrounding lights flashed, and Yan Xing found himself in a... secret room?basement?

Before he had time to look around, he was suffocated for a moment by the stench coming from all around, and immediately blocked his sense of smell.

Even so, Yan Xing still felt that he stinks.

Except for the place where people stood at the entrance, the entire basement floor was corrupted by some unknown substance.

Like bones, hair, blood, and wriggling pieces of rotting flesh... I can't tell whether it grew from the body of a human or a spirit beast.

These things together support the monster in the middle.

"Monster" was Yan Xing's first thought.

In fact, the appearance of the Wulingvine is clean and beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "coming out of the mud without staining"-of course, it only refers to the appearance.

The red plants are rooted in the rotten soil, but the branches and vines are crystal clear, like jade, emitting a shimmering light.

I don't know if it is good to burn.

It's a pity that if he set fire rashly now, the Demon Lord trapped in the phantom array might wake up early.

Yan Xing held back his ready-to-move hand, confirmed that the perception ability of the Wulingvine itself was not strong, and left here.

After going out, he passed by the old man's cell, and found that the old man's eyes were still closed, so he didn't bother him much.

Go back to the first floor of the dungeon.

Seeing him come back with two moonlight beads in his hand.

Song Wenxuan smiled kindly, with an expression of "You still say you don't like it? Isn't that very honest?"

Yan Xing: "?"

He ignored Song Wenxuan's strange eyes and quietly waited for his younger brother's arrival.

Even if the sound transmission crane flies into the demon world, it will be knocked down by the passing magic cultivator, and the two cannot communicate for a while.

But compared with Yan Xing, Yan Chen's task is very simple.

Although Ji Mingyou is an undercover agent, the suzerain of Xunxianzong is indeed a good sect master.

As soon as he heard that there was a chance to rescue his younger brother, head Chen immediately agreed.

He called several elders, and even friends from other sects.

Among these people, the head, Ji Mingyou, and a friend of the head are all in the fusion period.

Including "Yan Xing" who has just reached the fusion stage, there are four in total.

In addition, there are more than 20 practice monks.

Three days later, everyone arrived at the pole.

The gate of the demon world is hidden in the depths of the polar region. It is dark all year round, and few people approach it.

When the deep purple vortex hanging in the air was forcibly torn apart, Yan Chen heard an exclamation from the bottom of his feet: "What's going on?!"

"It's the cultivation world calling!"

The Demon Realm is not only where demon cultivators live together, there are also many demon beasts and soul cultivators who practice demonic ways, and there are also some demon cultivators whose hands have never been stained with blood.

The two paths of righteousness and evil are in balance and confrontation, and the head Chen and others do not want to attack the low-level demon cultivators.

A group of people found the location of Mozong and flew towards it.

However, dozens of streamers representing the spiritual power of the righteous way, across the sky, still brought a lot of panic to the residents of the demon world.

The handsome Mozong elder who was outside happened to see this scene, his heart skipped a beat, he got up and jumped into the air.

While sending a voice transmission to the other elders: "The sect is in trouble, come back quickly!"

——However, during this period of time, the sect has neither the control of the demon king nor the enslavement of the former elite elders.

He was only in the devil world, and many elders, but they all went to the cultivation world.

When he returned to the Demon Sect, he found:

Except for a few old antiques who sit in charge of the Demon Sect, there are only six or seven elders struggling to support the entire Demon Sect.

However, he saw Ji Mingyou.

Obviously, Ji Mingyou didn't need his reminder, he was fishing in troubled waters among the orthodox monks while looking for opportunities.

Yan Chen hadn't played with the sword for a long time, and felt that Po Jian was in a great mood, so he couldn't help but also went up and slashed two moves.

The majestic sword energy pierced the night sky, bringing out the sound of dragons chant.

But judging from the interval between his swings, no matter how the sword is played, it is neither fish nor fowl.

Ji Mingyou already noticed something was wrong.

He also used the sword, and while Yan Chen was enjoying himself, Ji Mingyou gradually approached.

When he turned around, he sent out the long sword in his hand without hesitation, pointing directly at Yan Chen's back.

However, the other party happened to turn slightly sideways to look at him, and dodged it: "Master?"

Ji Mingyou put away his sword without changing his face, and smiled slightly: "The reaction is very fast." It seemed that he was just doing a surprise inspection;

Yan Chen smiled, "Thank you, Master, for your compliment."

"By the way, master, I just wanted to ask, master, do you feel that every time you lie to me, you will feel cool behind your back?"

Ji Mingyou was stunned, and looked at him in surprise: "When have I ever deceived you?"

"Looks like not." Yan Chen smiled knowingly, and asked again: "What about now?"

Ji Mingyou was at a loss.

Just as he was about to ask in detail, his back really felt cold... This must not be a guilty conscience, Ji Mingyou shrank his pupils and turned his head.

Another long sword, which was completely different from Broken Sword, stabbed towards him with the thunderous momentum he was familiar with.

Behind the sharp sword point is a familiar face, Yan Chen... No, this is the real Yan Xing!

Ji Mingyou couldn't escape in time, but just avoided the vital point.

A burning pain like burning came from the abdomen.Head Chen and the others were shocked when they saw this scene.

How did you fight well and start killing each other?

There was deathly silence all around.

Yan Xing drew out his long sword, stopped pretending, and stared at Ji Mingyou coldly with his eyes like an eagle: "Moxiu, everyone deserves to die!"

"You are a demon cultivator, and you have caused my brother to this point, so you deserve to die!"

If it is said that he can't bear Ji Mingyou, there is still a last trace of intolerance before that.

Then when he saw the other party just now and shot Yan Chen's back, the last trace of unbearableness completely disappeared.

Ji Mingyou... is it a magician? ?

real or fake?While Master Chen and the others were astonished, a soft cry came from under their feet, breaking the silence.

"Hey, little brother Yan!"

"You don't want the Lingbao anymore?! I can't take it anymore!" Song Wenzhen wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Yan Chen" suddenly figured out something, and after burning the Demon Lord's Wulingvine, he took him and searched around the Immortal Demon Palace.

The storage ring he found didn't have enough space, and "Yan Chen" promised to meet him at the door, so he moved out so many things at once!

As soon as the result came out, he went to fight!

Wait, that's not right... Song Wenzhang was taken aback: Yan Chen, isn't he just at the golden elixir stage?

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