Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

I have three big brothers

Is there something wrong with the world?

Yan Chen squatted behind a small slope in the forest near the South China Sea, looking at the four people fighting not far ahead, lost in thought.

Originally, everything was as he had planned.

He followed Mozun to the South China Sea to meet with Guardian Zuo, planning to wait until there were more people around and Yan Xing came over, and then make a big appearance to arouse hatred for Mozun.

As a result, Yan Chen just saw the person from "Yan Xing".

This fellow couldn't wait any longer, with a gloomy face and without saying a word, he rushed out with his sword and stabbed at the Demon Lord.

Before he could think of a good solution for Yan Xing's impulsive behavior.

Just as Guardian Zuo joined the battle, another "Yan Xing" ran out from behind.

This Yan Xing also held a broken sword in his hand, jumped up high, swung his sword like a broken bamboo, and slashed at Mozun and the two.

It looked like it was about to kill with one blow.

When Yan Chen was at a loss, he squatted in place and did not move.

Soon, he sharply saw the third Yanxing not far below the small slope, hiding behind a tree.

Yan Chen: "..."

The third Yan Xing was obviously also shocked and unbelievable by this sudden scene.

But when he realized that Yan Chen saw him, he quickly recovered and waved wildly at Yan Chen.

Even though those two "Yan Xing" were the same as him, they also had a combined cultivation level, but for some reason, they almost beat the Demon Venerable by hanging him.

Yanxing can't do this, but it doesn't matter.

It was enough for him to save his brother.

Both Mozun and Zuo Hufa are being violently beaten, if they don't leave now, when will they wait?

Yan Chen felt the same way.

No matter what the four people fighting in the air looked at, the situation was one-sided, and Mozun would not survive long under those two Yan Xing's men.

With no worries, Yan Chen looked at the sky hesitantly, and slowly stood up.

He could feel that no matter which one of the three "Yan Xing" was, it was Yan Xing himself, not someone else's disguise.

It's so weird.

While he was hesitating for such a moment, Mozun and the primordial spirit of Zuo Dharma were crushed in the air one after another.

The two Yan Xing looked at each other fearfully at first.

Without waiting for the two of them to testify, they immediately looked down at the younger brother who had walked to the third Yan Xing.

"Let's go first, this South China Sea..."

The two people who pretended to be themselves didn't know what they were doing.Yan Xing summoned the Broken Sword and was about to take Yan Chen away first.

The next moment, two figures stopped in front of them.

As they got closer, Yan Chen realized that although the three Yan Xings looked exactly the same, they had quite different temperaments.

The one on the left was dressed in a black robe, enveloping thousands of years of silence, enveloping him like a dark cloud.

This Yan Xing's face is more mature in comparison, but also more cold, his eyes are as cold as a murderous sword that drinks blood all the year round.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but his face became more and more tense, and finally he just stared at Yan Chen tightly.

If he didn't feel the danger and malice, Yan Chen would have thought that the other party would raise his sword and shoot him in the next second.

The youngest Yan Xing who was also waving at him under the tree took two steps back to protect him behind him.

Full of vigilance: "Who are you?"

"Pretentious, don't be too late to show your true colors!"

Yan Xing, who was protecting Yan Chen, was taken aback: He accidentally said what was in his heart?

No... He followed the voice and looked at the figure on the right.

Yan Xing's first reaction was: This one is more like the one on the left.

But it is still full of flaws.

Yan Xing began to pick stabs: He actually hung that—such a long sword tassel on the sword, didn't he know that this would affect the speed of drawing the sword?

And that scabbard, with the spirit jade inlaid on it, is priceless without looking at it.

He swallowed, when did he become so rich?

It's too bad to pretend!

Not only did he think so, but the other Yan Xing, staring at the "pretender" on the left, also thought so in his heart.

Look at this man's fierce expression.

When did he look at his brother with this look?

It's too badly dressed!

The two Yan Xing were madly dissing the other in their hearts, and none of their questions were answered.

Just when the two were dissatisfied and wanted to speak again.

The broken swords that the three of them carried behind their backs, held in their hands, or hid in the storage space suddenly let out a trembling sound at the same time.

Three identical swords gathered together by coincidence.

After turning around in a circle, one of them turned into a gentle young man, and the other turned into a beautiful young girl.

There is another one...Look left, look right, and make a "clang clang" sound full of envy.

"Don't be envious, it won't take long for you to transform." The young man smiled warmly, comforting the latter.

The broken sword with the appearance of a girl, that is, Kunlun, looked at him in surprise: "Hey...how are you a man?"

Seeing her familiarity with the young man, Yan Xing on the right frowned: "Kunlun?"

Kunlun turned his head: "Oh, are you stupid? Why are you only allowed to break through the boundary, and the other you are not allowed to do the same?"

"what do you mean……"

Yan Xing looked at the pretender on the left again... No, this person...is he really himself?

How could he become like this?

Yan Xing, who was scrutinized by him suspiciously, didn't seem to hear what they said.

After staring at Yan Chen for a long time, he raised his hand slightly, put it down again, and took half a step forward.

Taking bigger and bigger steps, he forcefully pushed away Yan Xing who was unilaterally staring at him, and walked in front of Yan Chen.

He stretched out his hand again.

The palm of his hand stopped in the air, trembling imperceptibly, and grabbed Yan Chen's first-floor white hair.

He rolled his Adam's apple twice, his lips twitched, and after a long time of deliberation, he choked out a single syllable: "I..."

Once you open your mouth, the emotions that have been suppressed for many years will burst like a bank, and you can no longer control it.

"sorry."

"I'm late."

"Isn't that right..." He seemed to be caught in some kind of painful memory, subconsciously repeating the words and sentences in his mind.

His voice was hoarse, and his pronunciation was even a little weird when he spoke, as if he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time.

Yan Chen saw the worried face of the young sword spirit.

He probably got it.

This Yan Xing should be Yan Xing who died in the dungeon of the Demon Realm and followed the plot to the final ascension.

Just now, she waved at him from behind the tree, and then protected him and asked who the other two belonged to. It was a normal Yan Xing in this time period.

I just don't know, what is the origin of the one with the female sword spirit?

Yan Chen thought about it in his mind, and felt distressed for Yan Xing in front of him.

"What's so late?"

"It's just three thousand threads of trouble. When I break through, my lifespan will be extended."

"It doesn't matter."

He spoke in a declarative tone, still the familiar calm look in Yan Xing's memory.

It seemed that he had never experienced the pain of being in prison for many years, and he had never felt panic as his life was approaching.

Yan Xing pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to say.

How can it be all right?

The sights seen in the dungeon of the Demon Realm, as well as the mutilated bones under the dungeon that were used to support the Wulingvine... all of them burned him in the bottom of his heart every night, like the highest level of strange fire.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Chen hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to move closer and give him a light hug.

Before the latter's stiff body got used to it, he backed away again.

Yan Chen frowned: "Do you have a demon?"

Seeing that he actually took the initiative to hug this Yan Xing, Yan Xing, who was standing on the right, remembered the time when he was finally reunited with his younger brother.

At that time Yan Chen also called him childish!

Yan Xing felt sour in his heart.

Just as he was about to step forward to separate the two, he was taken aback when he heard his younger brother say that this "self" had a demon in his heart.

How can there be demons...can it still ascend?

He pulled aside Kunlun, who was chatting eloquently with the unformed Broken Sword, and asked via voice transmission, "Are you sure you didn't admit your mistake?"

Kunlun raised his eyebrows and poked his waist: "It's fine if you don't recognize yourself, but you can't even recognize me?"

Yan Xing: "..." Yes.

He concentrated on feeling it for a while, and soon discovered that he was closely connected with the young sword spirit and the broken sword.

and so……

Another self who has successfully ascended, why does he have demons?

Intuition told Yan Xing that he would not want to know the answer.

But once doubt arises, with his inquiring character, it is only a matter of time before he learns the truth.

……

Four people and three swords, a brief communication.

After confirming that the three Yan Xings are all real, the Yan Xing who has a heart demon becomes everyone's focus.

They don't plan to go to South China Sea for now.

Before returning home, they split into two groups.

One went to deal with Ji Mingyou from Xunxianzong, and the other went to deal with the group of elders in the Demon Realm, and rescued the ancestors and other monks by the way.

Knowing that there are still ancestors in the demon world, Yan Xing, who has a heart demon, is very surprised.

But he didn't know the exact location of his ancestor, and facing Ji Mingyou, he was more ruthless than the other Yan Xing.

In the end he went to Xunxianzong.

Yan Xing, who took Kunlun, went to the Demon Realm.

Yan Xing who has not ascended: "..."

For no reason, there were two extra selves who had already ascended, and one of them seemed to have a lot to do with Po Jian.

The world is amazing.

In the early morning, he was still thinking about how to save his brother.

As a result, in the evening, he was disgusted by his two "selves", and he was appointed to take Yan Chen home directly.

On the way back to Taiyin Mountain, Yan Xing discussed with Yan Chen: "Tell me, how did the two monks from the upper realm get to the lower realm?"

"However, since both of me can ascend..."

Yan Xing smiled: "It means that I will definitely be able to ascend." Then his eyes rolled: "At that time, I will come back to this time and kill the demon king with my own hands."

By the way, there is also Ji Mingyou who just learned that he is a traitor...

Yan Xing's eyes darkened when he thought of the good master who had been personally identified by the two "self".

Yan Chen: "..."

He imagined the scene for a moment.

Three Yan Xing who ascended, and one Yan Xing who did not ascend, Mozong and Ji Mingyou may not be enough for them.

At that time, I couldn't kill the enemy with my own hands.

Yan Xing, who has not ascended, is the same as now, determined: when he ascends, he will come back to grab the head.

Repeatedly like this, start infinite nesting dolls...

Yan Chen snapped back to his senses, frightened by the image in his mind of seven Yan Xings chasing him and saying "Didi Di" non-stop.

He tactfully said: "The past, let it pass."

Let the evil end here.

Yan Xing reluctantly responded, "Okay."

It didn't take long to return to Taiyin Mountain.

The other two Yan Xing quickly returned with one ancestor and Ji Mingyou's storage container.

Facing the four identical offspring, Yan Pingshan: "??"

He couldn't understand, and was greatly shocked.

It was learned that three of them were originally one person, and the remaining two were twin brothers of the same mother.

Only then did Yan Pingshan retract his jaw that almost fell to the ground.

Under his auspices, the three Yan Xing and one Yan Chen began to communicate with each other.

In order to facilitate the distinction, he first had to think of new nicknames for the three Yanxing.

"Your name is Yan Daxing." Yan Pingshan nodded to Yan Xing, who looked the worst with a heart demon.

Then he looked at another Ascension person who had smuggled out: "Your name is Yan Erxing."

"Then I'm Yan Sanxing?" Yan Xing raised his head and asked cheekily as he stood beside his younger brother.

Yan Pingshan paused: "What kind of third party? Your name is Yan Xingxing."

Yan Xing: "..."

Yan Xing, oh no, Yan Xingxing started to shut himself up.

Yan Daxing (most of the time, the young sword spirit does it for him) and Yan Erxing began to share what they knew about the future—the troubles at the gate of the world.

Then, they heard a completely different direction from each other.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Pingshan subconsciously looked at Yan Chen.

Who the only variable is, obviously.

Yan Chen: "..."

He often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet, but he never expected that he would turn over in such a place...

No, it is impossible for him to overturn.

Yan Chen stood still, allowing the three of them to look at him.

On his usually emotionless face, there was even a little doubt, as if he was asking: What are you all looking at me for?

Don't look too innocent.

Yan Erxing turned his head away: "It must be the devil's problem."

Yan Xingxing echoed, "It must be the devil's problem."

Yan Daxing: "Unfortunately, he died."

There is no proof of death, even if Yan Erxing and Yan Pingshan have any doubts, they will not hold on to Yan Chen.

As for him.

He will not even ask whether there is any problem with Yan Chen, because he is not worthy of doing that...

He just needs to know that he didn't admit the wrong person.

Yan Erxing and Yan Xingxing criticized and speculated on Mo Zun.

After listening to Yan Erxing's previous description, Yan Daxing took out several storage containers, which contained the spirit treasures he had accumulated over the years.

He stuffed it all into Yan Chen's hands.

Yan Chen: "?"

Yan Daxing tried his best to look at him softly, but he still couldn't change his cold tone: "I'll give you all to eat."

"like or not?"

Yan Chen: "..."

"Thank you bro."

"I love it so much."

Suddenly, two bosses descended from the sky, cleared all obstacles, and Yan Chen was ready to leave.

He will leave as soon as Yan Xingxing soars up.

However, it is counterproductive.

I don't know what Yan Erxing said to Yan Xingxing, but this guy looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time.

I announced to him: I don't practice cultivation anymore!

Even, Yan Erxing didn't know where to get an aura insulation magic weapon, which can make the cultivation stagnate.

He gave this magic weapon to Yan Xingxing.

Yan Chen: "..."

After he inquired with Kunlun, he found out about Yan Erxing's plan:

Let Yan Xingxing delay until they find a way to make him ascend.

There is also the insulation instrument, which was also provided by Yan Pingshan after his ascension.

Yan Daxing didn't follow him before, but after knowing that he "can't ascend", he also started to help the evildoers.

All in all, the three Yan Xings worry about "how can I make my younger brother ascend to the ascension" every day.

Yan Chen approached them and tactfully stated:

He's fine.

Let it be fate.

He is already very satisfied with the current ending, let him wait for death quietly.

Yan Daxing would follow behind him like a shadow, exuding the painful aura of being tortured by demons.

Yan Erxing also stared at him resentfully.

Yan Xingxing held up the storybook, chasing after him trying to brainwash him: "My fate is up to me, and cultivating immortals is to go against the sky. My monks..."

Yan Chen: "..."

Under such mutual torture.

The ancestor of Tianji, that is, Shen Kunzun, finally found a way for him to use Yan Xingxing's tribulation thunder to smuggle and ascend.

Yan Xingxing started to practice again.

When they crossed the catastrophe, they specially chose an auspicious day.

It is said that the ancestors of the upper world also gathered together, waiting for the last cub of their lineage to ascend.

Yan Chen: "..."

It was arranged clearly.

What can he do?

Yan Chen pinched her nose and flew up.

At the moment of ascension, he not only released the source of this world, but also stripped a part of the source and added it to himself.

Otherwise, without waiting for ascension, his source will be wiped out.

The upper realm of this comprehension world is between the small world and the main world.

When the time is right, it will be integrated into the main world.

There are not many such interfaces.

And people in the main world, if they want to live in these places, they can only pay more original strength.

Yan Chen sighed slightly.

In this world, he belongs to lose his wife and lose his army...

However, it is not bad if we can welcome relatives who have integrated into the main world in the distant future.

As long as it's not seven gourd babies... no, seven swallows will be fine.

Thinking of the previous hallucinations, Yan Chen took one last look at the upper world, and warmly welcomed "his" ancestors.

He smiled lightly and called out the system.

【Your emotions seem to be much more abundant. 】

As soon as the system finished speaking, the smile on Yan Chen's lips faded.

He was also aware of his natural smile just now, and lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "It won't last long..."

"Let's go to the next world."

【Yes. 】

Yanchen receives the memory of the next world.

The moment he lost consciousness, he felt that his weak emotional state had just recovered and became rich again.

System, thank you!

as presented in memory.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark all around, but Yan Chen could clearly see the scene in the bedroom.

There is a cicada in its mouth.

Following the instructions of the brain, Yan Chen jumped onto the bedside table and gently put Cicada down.

Then, he shook his little head in relief.

Jumping off the bedside table, there was a cozy cat nest in the corner of the bedroom, Yan Chen glanced at it and turned a blind eye.

He came to the bay window and curled up, licked his paws, and looked at the bright night view of the city under the glass window.

In half a month, this place will become a hell on earth full of walking dead.

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