Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Chapter 63 Lone Wolf Dragon Aotian Brother

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

Sharp things can attract thunder, which belongs to the laws of physics.

Even in the cultivation world, this trait still works.

Not to mention, Broken Sword is a sword that is about to give birth to a sword spirit.

The Mozun could only watch helplessly like this, Yan Chen controlled Pojian, and used his previous thunderstorms to help Pojian enlighten the bandit's spiritual wisdom.

He also destroyed his natal spiritual plant.

Now, don't talk about counterattacking.

The thunder cloud hadn't dissipated yet, he was hit hard by this, and the next calamity thunder might not be able to withstand a few more.

Mozun suddenly had the idea that he hoped that Yan Chen would use that sword to catch all the tribulation thunders for him.

But this is obviously impossible.

Guessing that it was almost done, Yan Chen took back the Broken Sword and handed it back to Yan Xing.

After being baptized by the thunder calamity, the broken sword was suddenly entangled with the power of thunder and lightning.

Yan Xing was defenseless, his arms were slightly numb.

His eyes lit up, as if he had grown up and found out that the model toys he loved since he was a child can actually transform into such a pleasant surprise.

Yan Xing couldn't wait to try the power of the broken sword that had experienced the baptism of thunder.

The old man and Xuan Wu couldn't wait, and wanted to take advantage of Mozun's illness to take his life as soon as possible.

The three tacitly switched from defense to offense.

The old man's fan needles fell like a torrential rain, Xuanwu recited the Buddha's name, and a translucent Buddha statue appeared behind him.

King Kong glared, stretched out a palm big enough to cover half of the basement's head, and slapped Mozun.

Yan Xing jumped into the air with a low shout, and raised his hands high: "Eat my sword!"

Yan Chen: "Wait..." Wait!

Before he could finish speaking, the golden-red tribulation thunder fell, just right on top of Yan Xing's head.

Fortunately, Yan Chen's movements were faster than his speech, and he had already subconsciously put a shield on his hands.

Comparable to the tribulation thunder in the Mahayana period, even if the power in the early stage is not so strong, it is not easy for ordinary people to catch it with their bodies.

The bright galaxy shattered at the sound.

Yan Xing turned around and smiled brightly: "Thank you brother." He was fine, but the end of his long hair was blown apart like a badminton.

Yan Chen: "Quick battle, otherwise we will be the ones who will be struck by lightning."

"Know, know."

Sure enough, Yan Xing put away his thoughts of being handsome, and his expression became serious.

No matter how many ways Mozun had to save his life, he was still unable to defeat the encirclement and suppression of the three when he was injured and was being chased and hacked by Jie Lei from time to time.

As soon as the demon king died, the thunder cloud above his head couldn't find the target, and several thunder thunders fell, and they dissipated reluctantly.

Yan Xing let out a long breath.

The three of them returned to Yan Chen's side, and all praised his wonderful idea just now.

"It's all right now, and it won't be long before the broken sword can enlighten wisdom." Yan Xing was very happy.

Apart from his younger brother, the most important thing in his life is this sword. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a relative.

After this battle, the old man's thinking became more active. He smiled and looked at the sword in Yan Xing's hand:

"The world of self-cultivation is so interesting today? Such a good sword, is it called Broken Sword?"

Yan Xing was a little embarrassed: "This sword has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. The original name is not very nice."

"So every time the owner changes, the ancestors will change the name for it, which is quite random."

The old man nodded and asked curiously: "Oh? Then I don't know what its real name is?" He might have heard of it.

Yan Xing sneered twice, not embarrassed to say it.

The name "burning fire stick"...it's better not to tell outsiders.

Yan Chen glanced at him and said to save the situation: "The matter of the devil world is over, let's leave here first."

All three nodded.

The entrance to the Demon Realm.

After seeing the extraordinary scale and momentum of the thundercloud, head Chen and the others knew that there was a change on the side of the Demon Sect.

It's just that Lei Jie's particularity made them only dare to look at it from a distance, but not to approach it.

Seeing that the thunder cloud split halfway, and then quickly dispersed, they dared to come back together, looking for the Yan Chen brothers who hadn't come out for a long time.

Sect Leader Chen originally thought that the two of them might be in danger this time.

Not wanting to go halfway, I saw the two brothers talking and laughing—mainly Yan Xing was talking, and Yan Chen smiled back at him from time to time—coming over.

They were accompanied by an old man, a Buddhist cultivator.

That Buddhist cultivator stepped on the golden red lotus throne, and headmaster Chen looked at him for a moment, startled: "You are...Xuan Wu?"

The most promising ascetic in Buddhism, who has been missing for nearly a hundred years, did not expect to see him in the Demon Sect today.

Received Xuanwu's polite nod, the headmaster Chen felt very complicated.

He couldn't help looking at another old man.

The latter has disheveled gray hair and a vicissitudes of face, with a dignified but faintly decrepit look.

It seems that I can't advance, and I'm on the verge of exhaustion...

After confirming that he didn't know this person, head Chen looked away and exchanged greetings with Yan Chen and Yan Xing.

After that, they left the demon world together.

After parting with the old man and Xuan Wu, Yan Chen and the others first returned to Xunxianzong with Master Chen and others.

Yan Xing insisted on watching Chen's leader, Ji Mingyou, be removed.

The Xunxianzong held an elder meeting overnight, and the head of Chen even invited out the ancestors, begging the other party to help him investigate undercover agents in the sect.

If you don't check, you don't know, if you check, you will be shocked.

In addition to Ji Mingyou, there are many high and low-level demon cultivators lurking here in the majestic immortal sect.

The head of Chen was furious and ordered to eliminate the disciples in the Qing sect.

Those who retreated called out, and those who had practiced abroad found excuses to call them back... It is impossible for other sects to not know about such a big movement.

In order to avoid leaking the news and prepare the lurking demon cultivators, Sect Leader Chen directly sent letters to all the familiar Sect Leaders.

——If they are even the head of the sect, then they are really hopeless, just wait for death.

In this way, one pass ten ten pass one hundred.

Unknowingly, the cultivation world has carried out a large-scale purge campaign.

With such an uproar, when the final result was announced, all the normal disciples who had been tossed and tossed around were dumbfounded.

Among the demon cultivators found out, there are quite a few who were once their good brothers and sisters.

They felt that when Moxiu lied to their feelings, wouldn't the high-level elders and suzerains be resentful?

The dissatisfaction accumulated over the past few years exploded in an instant.

The various sects, headed by the previous ones, united and discussed the plan to encircle and suppress the demon world and teach them a lesson.

——This may also have a certain connection with the news that Song Wenzheng moved out a large number of spirit treasures from the Immortal Demon Palace that day.

In short, at this point, the so-called "encirclement and suppression" is essentially nothing more than a conflict of interests between two groups of people.

Even if not all the residents of the Demon Realm are bad, Yan Chen has no right to say anything about them.

This is the case in the world of comprehension, where the weak prey on the strong.

But when head Chen invited him to be with Yan Xing, the two brothers rejected each other tacitly.

They even made the same excuse at the same time: "We plan to go home and have a look."

Before setting off, Yan Chen borrowed a broken sword and manually built two new flying chairs.

The material used is the cold jade bed that Song Wenxuan moved out from his leftovers.

Divide it into two, and modify it a little, just enough to make two chairs.

Although strictly speaking, the two stone seats——

Even if it is a Lingshi Seat, it cannot be called a "flying magic weapon" at all if it has not been forged by a craftsman.

But Yan Xing still couldn't put it down.

After many years, this is the first gift his brother gave him since the reunion!

Yan Xing leaned on the flying chair, crossing his legs and laughing silly.

He put away the Broken Sword, and considering that it was about to enlighten wisdom, Yan Xing was embarrassed to step on it again.

This is also the reason why Yan Chen cut out the flying chair.

In his opinion, regardless of whether a sword spirit is born or not, the essence of a broken sword is a sword.

As long as it is a sword, it can fly in the air.

But Yan Xing seems to have fainted, treating Po Jian as... a child?friend?Or any other identity to treat the trend.

Perhaps, we have to wait for the sword spirit to be born and take shape before we can be sure.

The flying chair left Xunxianzong, passed through the mountains surrounded by heavy white mist, and finally arrived at Taiyin Mountain.

Among the peaks, two young men landed at the foot of an inconspicuous hill.

After passing by the gurgling water and seeing the wolves who had been beaten like dogs, the two walked to the lotus pond in front of the waterfall.

After the rushing waterfall, there is another cave.

There is a stone tablet on the left side of the cave entrance, which says "Huaguoshan Water Curtain Cave".

There is also a stone tablet on the right side, with the words "Xanadu" written in large characters.

The handwriting on the two stone tablets is completely different, and it was left by two ancestors with different temperaments.

Yan Chen took a look, and entered the cave together with Yan Xing, went straight through the cave wall, and took the escalator.

The cave wall behind the waterfall was hollowed out by the ancestors, a long ladder up the mountain was built, and a blindfold was set up.

If they hadn't known it in advance, or tried it deliberately, no one would have discovered that there are such ingenious things here.

The speed of the escalator is actually very fast, but compared with Yukong, it is much slower.

But whether it is the ancestors or the Yanchen brothers, they are more used to going up and down the mountain from here.

The suspended escalator has a wider view than the cable car.

Standing on it, you don't need to use your spiritual power, you just need to relax and feel the wind in the valley with your whole body.

The spirit beast under the feet, the hawk above the head...

The verdant mountains and blue sky, everything is so peaceful and quiet.

Before they were born, the pace of life for the brothers was so slow.

Yan Xing looked at it, feeling a little emotional.

He couldn't help looking at Yan Chen beside him.

The higher one went, the thicker the cloud and mist surrounding the escalator became.

The white-clothed monk who had the same appearance as him stood tall and tall, and against the backdrop of the clouds and mist, he looked even more ethereal and ethereal, untouched by the world.

It seems that in the next second, he will become a fairy and go back.

The younger brother has changed, but it seems that he has not changed.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Chen turned his head to look: "What's wrong?"

His expression was as calm as ever, as if he didn't care about anything, but if that was the case, he wouldn't ask himself with caring eyes.

Yan Xing grinned and shook his head.

He glanced at something, paused, and said again: "I just want to tell you something."

Yan Chen is still puzzled, the escalator has come to an end.

Yan Xing walked down first, then turned around and took two steps back, with his hands open, facing Yan Chen, he smiled brightly: "Welcome home."

His eyes are as bright as stars.

It was written on the face: good brother, hug one.

"Yan Xingxing." Yan Chen had no choice but to return him a short hug: "You are almost 99 years old."

Yan Xing subconsciously said, "When a man dies, he is still a teenager!"

Yan Chen: "..."

Yan Chen hurriedly pushed him away to avoid being infected, Yan Xing was very dissatisfied: "What's wrong with being 99 years old?"

"The broken sword is thousands of years old, I rest every day, don't I still hold it?"

Yan Chen: "It's windy between the cliffs, let's go back."

The architecture of Taiyin Mountain is completely different from that of the Cultivation Realm—in other words, it itself has many different styles of architecture at the same time.

Four small courtyards, man-made floating islands, fantasy-style castles, Zhuang Su's palace...

Even in the back mountain, there is a cemetery full of empty coffins.

The castle towers over the floating island.

According to the patriarch, the island can move, and he called it the "moving fortress".

But the truth is, Yanchen and the others never found a way to make it move.

They usually live in a small courtyard under the floating island, but the books at home are all in the castle, so they often move around the island.

The ancestors had different temperaments and hobbies.

But there is only one thing: they all like to eat.

Eat when you are happy, and eat when you are not happy. It is said that an ancestor was still eating chicken legs before he ascended.

Yan Chen and Yan Xing have inherited this ancestral hobby well.

As an elder brother, Yan Xing has practiced good cooking skills since he was a child, and he plans to cook a welcome feast for his younger brother.

Watching him enter the kitchen, Yan Chen temporarily left and went to the castle on the small floating island.

He used a lot of spells that were not found in the Tianji spell or in the classics at home, and needed to be patched.

However, Yan Xing did not show any doubts about him, which made Yan Chen a little surprised.

The cultivation world is different from other worlds.

The higher the level of monks, the stronger their ability to perceive the soul.

After merging with Fenyuan, although Yanchen is still "Yanchen", it is different after all.

According to the world of comprehension, his soul will be completed and will be more complete than before.

But with Yan Xing's cultivation level the last time he was in contact with his younger brother, it was far from being able to discover that "Yan Chen" was incomplete at that time.

Ok……

I don't know why, but that's fine.

Find a suitable place in the Yan family's classics for the spells you have used, and fill them in.

Yan Chen began to complete the Tianji technique again.

The Heavenly Mystery Technique was created by the first generation ancestors of the Yan family, and only those with the blood of the Yan family can practice it.

The first generation of ancestors came from another world, and the Heavenly Dao of the small world did not strictly monitor them, which allowed them to use this method to spy on the secrets of heaven.

If the local residents of the cultivation world practice it, they will be chased and struck by lightning just like the demon king asked someone to try it before.

And with the decline of the power of the blood, even the Yan family, there are very few people who can practice the secret art.

This is also normal - after all, the way of heaven is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs, and it is impossible to tolerate them all the time.

From the simple consumption of aura to the loss of life, it is the shackles imposed by the law of heaven on the Tianji technique.

Yan Chen does not intend to change this.

He just separated a small part of the space donated by the Taotie clan, and bound it with the secret technique in the form of a formation.

If there are future generations who cultivate the secret art of heaven, this magic circle can only be activated when the life force is exhausted.

As for the good teeth included in the talent gifted by the Taotie clan, there is no way around that.

He can't pull out his own tooth and leave it to future generations, right?

After finishing patching, Yan Chen put the jade slips engraved with the secrets and spells back on the bookshelf.

There are many books in the Yan family's collection, and spells such as Tianjishu can be directly entered into the mind with spiritual consciousness.

But there are also many, such as story books, experimental records, autobiography of ancestors, etc., which can only be seen with human eyes.

He was about to grab a copy and read it.

Outside the castle, there was a sudden burst of subtle, crackling thunder.

Yan Chen was stunned for a moment, let go of his consciousness and looked out, only to see Po Jian flying towards him by himself.

It made a restless trilling sound.

The tip of the Broken Sword pointed in a certain direction, advancing and retreating from time to time, like a guide, Yan Chen understood it and followed it out of the castle.

The sun is shining brightly outside, and everything is normal.

Ran Pojian kept pointing at a certain direction in the sky, as if he wanted Yan Chen to see something.

Why didn't it go to Yanxing?

Yan Chen quickly understood: Maybe it was because Po Jian knew that only he could see what it wanted them to see.

His expression became serious.

Fortunately, the peak of Taiyin Mountain has a strong aura, so Yan Chen can use the secret technique without devouring the spiritual treasure.

He concentrated his energy and "looked" in the direction pointed by the broken sword.

Several monks with fluttering robes approached this place while chatting and laughing, and tore open the boundary gate.

These people are not upper realm monks who have become immortals.

The cultivation world they were in was at the same level as Yan Chen's.

It's just that the time for the other party to enter the weakening of spiritual energy is much later than here.

Therefore, the overall strength of the other party is also much higher than that of this side, and there are not a few Mahayana players.

But when they came, it should be 19 years later.

What Yan Chen calculated this time was 18 years ahead of schedule.

He frowned, and was about to look again.

The few monks who spoke suddenly said "huh?", and raised their heads as if they had sensed it.

Yan Chen immediately cut off the contact between the two parties.

Even if what he "sees" is the future, he can't guarantee what the other party will do when he finds out.

Broken Sword circled around him anxiously, Yan Chen grabbed the hilt of the sword, lowered his eyes to comfort it: "It's okay, don't worry."

"We still have a year to prepare."

The monks on the other side of the gate were not friendly.

Especially after discovering that the spiritual energy in this world is thinner, and the connection between the two actually makes the spiritual energy over there weaken faster.

They pretended to be immortals from the upper realm, deceived and exploited them, causing the two realms of cultivation to be hostile to each other, and finally their lives were ruined.

The "catastrophe" predicted by Yan Chen many years ago was precisely this matter.

In the main plot, Yan Xing learned that his younger brother had already died, and was disheartened. After killing Mozun and Ji Mingyou successively, he returned to Taiyin Mountain.

He almost gave up practicing at one point.

To Yan Xing, this catastrophe was like a sap, waking him up.

It is also an opportunity for him to abandon the past, practice painstakingly, and ascend to the upper realm.

It seems that only by forgetting the world of mortals and focusing on the improvement of strength is a qualified "Long Aotian".

But after the ascension, can Yan Xing really forget everything?

Yan Chen felt that it might not work.

Yan Xing in the main plot is able to wake up. On the surface, it is because he "sees through the profit-seeking nature of monks in the world."

But if it wasn't for those monks from the neighboring realm who happened to choose to tear open the boundary gate on the top of Taiyin Mountain and occupy Taiyin Mountain, Yan Xingxing might still be secretly sad in the corner.

He was endowed with the character of emphasizing love and righteousness, but he was also required not to be disturbed by emotions and desires, and to devote himself to Tao.

How could there be such a contradiction?

Yan Chen let out a low sigh.

If the monks from the neighboring border really broke in ahead of time, with their current cultivation base, they really couldn't resist it.

But we can't just watch, Taiyin Mountain is occupied by the opponent.

have to figure out a way...

Yan Chen jumped off the floating island, thinking while walking, the Broken Sword was floating beside him.

He quickly thought of several ways.

It's just that if he is used, the Heavenly Dao in this world will probably send him away immediately.

It doesn't matter.

His regret rests on Yan Xing, as long as Yan Xing is doing well, his goal will be basically achieved.

Being killed and going to death have different meanings after all... Yan Xing, it should be acceptable, right?

Maybe it's time to say goodbye.

Thinking of this, Yan Chen and Po Jian went outside the kitchen in the courtyard, ready to have a vaccination with Yan Xing.

Before he walked in, he smelled the aroma of food and couldn't help rubbing his belly.

Immediately afterwards, another cry of pain was heard.

What's going on here?Yan Chen took two quick steps.

In the clean and tidy kitchen with all kinds of utensils, Yan Xing has already prepared several dishes and put them aside.

In addition to the pot, there is also a small alchemy furnace on the hearth, and the purple-red strange fire under the furnace is constantly jumping.

Yan Xing probably had nothing to do, so he sat on one side, covering his cheek with one hand, and holding a moonlight bead in the other.

Yan Chen vaguely saw a tooth mark on it.

Seeing him come in, Yan Xing quickly put the moonlight pearl behind his back, stood up, and pretended to pat the non-existent dust on his buttocks.

Only then did he show his empty hand in front of Yan Chen.

"Wait a little longer, when the chicken soup is ready, we'll have dinner." Yan Xing grinned at him.

No matter how you look at it, the right corner of his upturned mouth is extremely stiff, even slightly twisted.

Probably a toothache.

Yan Chen suppressed a smile, and glanced at the few dishes on the side table: "If you're hungry, let's eat first."

Yan Xing: "Alright."

He handed Yan Chen a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and the Broken Sword let out several dissatisfied trembling sounds.

Yan Xing laughed at it unceremoniously: "Do you want to eat it? If you want to eat it, transform it earlier."

Po Jian was extremely angry, and with a wave in the air, he cut off his bamboo chopsticks precisely.

Yan Xing: "..."

One person and one sword made a scene of great joy, Yan Chen frowned, and only remembered what he wanted to say to Yan Xing after eating.

"Brother, do you still remember why you and I went down the mountain?"

Yan Xing was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You mean, the world of cultivation is in a catastrophe?"

"Not afraid." He immediately smiled, patted his chest, and said to Yan Chen, "This time, I will definitely protect you."

"Uh..." The young man's face was full of vigor, and Yan Chen was in a daze, as if he saw the scene when he went down the mountain again.

Yan Xing did the same, patted his chest, his eyes were bright, and said: "Don't be afraid, brother will protect you well, and we will go home after the catastrophe is over."

Yan Chen was silent for a moment, Fenyuan's will overwhelmed the main body.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay."

Just as he was about to mention the scene he "saw" just now, a long sigh suddenly came from outside.

"Alas..." The other party's voice was old, mixed with strong tiredness, as if he was missing something, and it sounded familiar.

The two brothers looked at each other and went out to have a look.

Hearing the movement, the other party also looked towards them in surprise, and slightly widened their eyes: "Hey, you..."

"Senior." Yan Xing called out blankly, giving birth to an impossible idea: "Why did you come here..."

The author says:

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

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