Chapter 137 Blood stained Qingling Mountain 46

Yang Chen didn't know what others felt at this time, but he really knew his own situation very well. In addition to his thinking, everything stopped at this moment, his breathing stopped, his heartbeat stopped, and his blood flow stopped. The collapsed cave outside also stopped vibrating, and the stones that had not landed were also still and in the air.

The huge spiritual consciousness swept across everyone over and over again. Several monks were hidden golden elixir monks. When this spiritual consciousness saw them, a roar rang like a bell;

"A bastard, is it a fart to be a man who is me? How dare the Jindan monk come openly?"

It seems that he has to attack these people because he is indeed so angry because the damage has been destroyed here.

"Take a slow look at what happened here."

No one was seen, but these Jindan monks were suddenly shrouded in a force.

Some pictures suddenly appeared above their heads. If you carefully identify them, you will find that these pictures started with a burst of spiritual energy soaring into the sky. Of course, their memories were obviously viewed by those mysterious existences. Unfortunately, the memories of these people were related to the existence of Yang Chen.

Although I didn't see any connection with him, the underground cave was exposed because of him.

A spiritual sense enveloped Yang Chen, and the murderous intent inside almost made him lose the last Qingming Festival. The spiritual sense swept back and forth on him several times. At this time, Yang Chen's heart was in his throat, afraid that others would be unhappy and sent him back to the west.

At this time, the common sense of his spiritual consciousness slowly rotated, emitting a faint aura. This aura made the spiritual consciousness unable to find any clues in Yang Chen, and Na's spiritual consciousness karma regarded it as nothing.

But at this moment, Yang Chen's spiritual consciousness ached, and he understood that he was going to read his memory.

"Oops."

This time I can't escape no matter what. What should I do? How can I avoid it? But in the current situation, I am even more powerless.

But there is nothing absolute in the world. Just when he wants to do his last strength and escape to Xiaoyao Tower. Although the chance is almost zero, he can only do this.

When this spiritual sense shot him, he was shocked. This shock was extraordinary and he could only take the risk.

At the critical moment, a memory suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's mind. This memory was obviously the memory of a soul he had swallowed before. At this time, Yang Chen didn't understand what was going on. In his shock, the spiritual consciousness had already begun to open Yang Chen's memory. However, what surprised Yang Chen was that the spiritual consciousness completely turned a blind eye to his memory and turned to the memory of the dead person. His own memory was hidden in the light emitted by the long sword, as if he was a bystander. What was even more terrifying was that this memory seemed to have been tampered with, making the whole thing seem like this.

For example, in my previous memory, this monk had some chance and had been hiding. He didn't want to be exposed in Qingling Mountain this time, so he did not reveal his true face. And the appearance transformed by Yang Chen also did not reveal his true form because of the power of the long sword.

Seeing that Yang Chen's memory was incomparable, the monk's spiritual consciousness retreated, but his roar also rang.

"A bunch of waste."

Obviously, these mysterious existences were a little annoyed by any monk here who was like an ant in front of them, because it was such a group of people who destroyed the seal here. Before the sound fell, the huge force was like Mount Tai pressing towards everyone.

This power has not yet been applied to him. Yang Chen already felt like he was pressing against the top of his body. The aftermath of this power had caused his body to be violently distorted, his body bones were clattering, cracks had appeared, and Qi Jie was bleeding at the same time.

"Okay, don't commit murder."

A gentle force instantly enveloped every monk, and the murderous power retreated.

Everything recovered as before, Shandong began to collapse, and the monks reacted from fear and began to escape. They no longer dared to think about it anymore. They never wanted to experience what happened just now, nor did they want to stay in this place, but at this moment, there was another roar;

"snort!"

Before he finished speaking, the few golden elixir monks screamed in front of everyone, and slowly turned from feet to head to nothingness.

Seeing that the monk in front of him was wiped out without resistance, everyone was shocked, afraid that they would do the same, so they left desperately.

"Qingling Mountain is a forbidden area. Cultivators above the Golden Pill will die if they trespass them!"

This sound was heard for hundreds of miles. Although it was not known to all the people in the world, the terrifying memory here would inevitably be recalled by the monks again after how long it took to replenish it. It is said that hundreds of golden elixir monks and several early-stage cultivators of the Nascent Soul forced to break here because they refused to listen to advice and were slapped to death by the palm that had been falling from the sky. So since then, cultivators who have no golden elixir above dare to enter Qingling Mountain.

However, hundreds of years have passed and has been forgotten by many people, so some people have begun to come in secret to check it out. However, after today, this place will inevitably become a forbidden place for monks above the Jindan.

Over the years, many forces have photographed foundation-building monks to check what secrets exist here, but without exception, there was no result, so this place has become an unsolved mystery.
Chapter completed!