"Aren't the Yin Demon Sect worried that the outer disciples are too ambitious and learn spells that are beyond their capabilities, resulting in death or injury?
Or are you biting off more than you can chew, knowing everything but not being good at anything?"
With doubts, Chen Yang walked deep into the cave and saw the so-called Yin Demon at a glance.
It was a ball of yin energy, rolling and escaping inside the cave, hitting the stone walls of the cave and bouncing back, repeating it again and again, never getting tired of it.
Then the moment Chen Yang came in, the cloud of Yin Qi suddenly calmed down and floated in mid-air without moving.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yang couldn't help but look a little weird. Before he went home with his owner, he jumped up and down and destroyed the furniture. When the owner opened the door and came in, he sat obediently, thinking that no one saw him making trouble.
Chen Yang walked over, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to press on the mass of yin energy, which was the body surface of the yin demon.
It feels springy in the hand, with a slight resistance, and then sinks in.
The next second, the Yin Demon expanded and turned into a thick mist that rushed over, covering Chen Yang's entire body.
In an instant, there are countless words, countless patterns, countless practice processes, experiences and lessons, and even the sources and methods of obtaining various materials...
Like running water, it flowed through Chen Yang's brain.
"Um!"
Chen Yang instinctively snorted.
If he hadn't bit his lip decisively with his teeth and forcibly restrained it, it wouldn't have been a matter of two words.
He had to scream like a song.
Chen Yang finally knew why the female disciple outside vomited when she went out, and why the outer disciple who laughed at him just now was so depressed.
pain,
Pain that cannot be simply described in words.
It's like taking a chisel and digging into the brain one at a time;
It is like a balloon, inflated directly in the mind.
It is both physical pain and mental swelling.
Mixed together, Chen Yang felt as if he was being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and as if someone was pouring obscene words into his mind, making him so angry and anxious that he was about to explode.
Not sure if a moment had passed or a whole year had passed, Chen Yang opened his eyes tiredly.
In front of him, the cloud of Yin Qi, the Yin Demon, returned to its original appearance, suspended in the center of the entire cave.
In Chen Yang's mind, there are all kinds of things about the five ghost transporting techniques, like a clear stream and a spring, and like looking at the lines on the palm of his hand, which are both clear and understandable.
"It hurts a little, but..."
Chen Yang stretched out his hand to look at it, moved his body, and was surprised: "...it doesn't seem to hurt that much."
"Whether it's mentally or physically."
Chen Yang simply stopped going out and sat down on the ground, holding his chin and thinking for a long time.
"Try it."
After Chen Yang got up, he still didn't go out. Instead, he started beating the idol to suppress the prison.
The inheritance of human immortal martial arts appeared in this world for the first time.
Chen Yang's current body is not bad at all. After all, whether he was in the subordinate gang in front of him or in the Black Devil Mountain in the back, the original owner has never been mistreated in terms of food.
Physical deficiencies are mainly caused by dying once.
Chen Yang was not in a hurry to practice the divine elephant to suppress the prison immediately, but now in order to test his idea, he used it for the first time.
The majestic energy and blood began to wash away in waves, and the water vapor steaming from his body faintly brought out a touch of dirty red...