Chen Yang came back to his senses, stood up unsteadily while holding on to the crooked neck tree, raised his hands and saluted: "Common servant disciple Chen Yang, pay your respects to senior brother."
Shen Lang waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, glanced at Chen Yang sideways, and slowly shook his head: "It seems that your injuries are not serious. Pay attention when you get back, so as not to be..."
Halfway through his words, Shen Lang stopped abruptly and shook his head helplessly.
He still knows what the junior disciples at his peak and even the elders from the outer sect are doing.
What's the use of being careful, Chen Yang?
The entire Yin Demon Sect is like this.
From the handyman disciples to the elders, they are all trying their best to climb up and fight forward, treating human lives as nothing but grass. With Chen Yang's fragile appearance, how can he still reach heaven no matter how careful he is?
Shen Lang's mood was waning, and he reached out and waved in the direction of the mass grave where corpses were scattered.
“Swish swish~~~”
Countless fireflies soared into the sky, clustered like stars in mid-air, and then flew towards Shen Lang like a forest.
Shen Lang turned his palm over and held a small delicate incense burner in his palm. When he opened the lid, a small vortex formed in the incense burner.
All the fireflies that were thrown at it were slightly stagnant in the air at this time, and then they were thrown at the pocket incense burner.
Chen Yang also took advantage of this moment to see clearly the true face of those fireflies.
From a distance, they look like pairs of two, but when seen up close, they look like skulls.
The paired fireflies are the two holes where the eyes are.
Any one of the heads, no matter how broken, is far larger than the incense burner, but it keeps shrinking as it is thrown into the incense burner. Finally, like small grains of millet, they are thrown into the incense burner and disappear.
"Click~"
The lid of the incense burner flew back and was put back tightly.
Shen Lang rolled up his sleeves and the incense burner disappeared in his palm.
When Chen Yang saw this, he probably guessed why the outer sect senior brother suddenly appeared in the mass grave and casually rescued him.
Ganqing is here to collect training materials.
This Yin Demon Sect is indeed evil, and the training materials actually contain skulls that breed soul fire.
Chen Yang's thoughts only briefly glanced at those skulls, but most of them were shocked by Shen Lang's extraordinary cultivation.
His use of magical weapons allowed him to summon the Soul Fire Skull with ease, as well as kill the wolf with ease before.
Not to mention that Chen Yang is now extremely weak and has no trump cards. A stronger adult can kill him. Even when he is at his peak, he is probably no match for this outer sect senior brother.
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This is evident from the high realm of this world and the depth of cultivation.
Chen Yang's heart couldn't help but beat two beats, and the hot blood rushing out of his veins represented his excitement at this moment.
Only in such a world could he achieve the achievement of fighting against Krishna.
After all, he is a big shot who is about to transcend the other side.
If he were in the Dragon Gate world, Chen Yang suspected that even if he lived to the age of Lord Long, he wouldn't be old enough to be slapped to death by Heitian.
At this time, Chen Yang only had one thought in his mind, asking this senior brother to leave quickly so that he could find a way to return to the outer door and start practicing.
The Yin Demon Sect's techniques really made him too excited.
This sect, that small world of evil spirits, is 100% a blessed place for practicing the Golden Body Technique.
"Um?"
"Can't leave?"
Shen Lang frowned, but he didn't finish what he needed to do and quickly get out of the way, as Chen Yang prayed.
The look he gave Chen Yang made Chen Yang's hair stand on end.