Chapter 155 Demonic Cultivator 2

Yang Daxian shook his head vigorously and woke up his mind. As soon as he came out, his vision was a little blurred. He didn't see clearly. He casually stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, and then carefully looked at the scene outside.

"Um?"

When he saw the ordinary people in front of him kneeling down and worshiping him, he was a little puzzled, but when he saw the sacrifices on the ground, he wanted to say that this was a misunderstanding, but when his eyes touched those eyes full of fear and awe, he slid to his mouth and held back.

Just as Yang Chen was hesitating, the old man who had been preparing to make a decision to die suddenly crawled in front of Yang Chen and hugged Yang Chen's feet.

cried;

"God? Save the children, ahhhh..."

Feeling that Lao Zuo was extremely excited and hearing an urgent plea from his words, Yang Chen began to pay attention to the situation of these people, but at this moment, a cold feeling suddenly came.

"Um?"

At this time, Yang Chen realized that there was a gloomy and strange black fog that was shrouded here, but the black fog seemed to have no feeling, so he wouldn't care so much. But for those ordinary people, this black fog is a death-seeking talisman, the King of Hell who seeks life.

"Who are you? There is no matter to you here, I advise you to leave."

The first time a normal sound came from the black fog, the villagers didn't know why, but when they heard this sound, they wanted their gods to leave, the villagers were a little anxious. They had experienced the power of this demon. If the god felt that he could not beat the demon, what should he do if he left? So the few people immediately knelt down and crawled towards Yang Chen, hugged his feet, and kept kneeling and begging.

"God, you cannot abandon your people."

"God, kill this evil ghost and save us."

Yang Chen was speechless. What's going on? But he was too lazy to pay attention to these things, because when he saw the monk, Yang Chen became a little angry.

Although these black fogs can block the sight of ordinary people, they have much less effect on monks. Especially since the other party's cultivation is far less powerful than Yang Chen, Yang Chen can see through the other party's whereabouts directly at a glance.

This is a monk in black, holding a small flag in his hand. When he saw this thing, Yang Chen's pupils shrank and his murderous intent increased sharply.

"Soul Refining Banner?"

This soul refining banner is one of the magic weapons that the demon cultivators love, and can be created slowly by themselves. To be honest, Yang Chen is not disgusted with this soul refining banner. There are everything on the road to cultivation. The soul refining banner, the magic weapon refined with the soul of a living person, is extremely vicious and powerful. Yang Chen doesn't feel ashamed to use his soul to refine his magic weapon. But what makes Yang Chen angry is that this monk uses the souls of ordinary people to hunt these innocent people. If he can still bear it, he can still hunt the monk Yang Chen, but if he hunts ordinary people, Yang Chen feels that this is not tolerant.

"You're looking for death."

When Yang Chen saw this monk, he had already announced that the monk was dead. This monk was just a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training, so Yang Chen would take it seriously.

Feeling Yang Chen's murderous intent, the monk didn't know where he had offended Yang Chen, so he had to be prepared to escape, but Yang Chen snorted coldly and slapped him in the air.

Bang!

ah!

Without any suspense, the monk flew out in a muffled groan and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Chen did not stop, but slapped him again.

"Wait, senior, junior..."

"I will die too?"

Bang

A strong wind hit the monk's chest. The monk screamed and looked at Yang Chen with resentment, saying with hatred;

"You...can't... die so much..."

After saying that, Yang Chen didn't care about the other party's curse. He was used to this kind of thing, but at the moment when the monk died, Yang Chen felt his heart tightening and frowned. This feeling came for no reason, but the monks all had some strange senses, and Yang Chen had to be careful.

When the villagers saw the black fog dissipated and one of them died, they roughly guessed that it was a demon, and they all knelt down and thanked him, but at this moment, Yang Chen felt a roar coming from a distant place.

Hearing this roar, Yang Chen frowned and finally knew what the monk was saying before his death, but now he can't leave. Once he leaves, these villagers will definitely have no chance of survival.

With gritted teeth, Yang Chen's aura shook slightly, bounced away the villagers who were holding him, jumped up and headed straight for the dead monk. It fell next to the corpse like a dragonfly, grabbed the corpse and disappeared.

The villagers didn't understand why, so they had to thank the so-called gods in unison, but the gods were already in trouble.

Looking at the backs of the gods, the village name who survived by chance was not sure whether it was sad or happy in his heart. The joy was that they were still alive, and the sad thing was that they had so many relatives died. But life had to continue. They had to plan for tomorrow, prepare for the future, and support the sky for the children who were crying in their arms.

They didn't know what the gods they worshiped were, and they never knew. However, perhaps from today on, he had a rough image, and this image was destined to be mythized by them. Of course, this is a later story. For them, Yang Chen is indeed comparable to a god, but for Yang Chen, this is nothing but a small thing.
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