Chapter 1075: Approaching Chen Xuan is Approaching Death
Chapter 1075: To be close to Chen Xuan is to be close to death
Not long after, everyone in the Valley of the Dead came out.
There are about two hundred people, almost all of whom are old people. There are rarely some injured people with incurable diseases among them.
There are all kinds of people here, but at this time they all have one thing in common, that is, they hate Chen Xuan.
In their eyes, the Styx is a sacred river that cannot be desecrated.
Even if Chen Xuan just stretched his hand into the River Styx, these people would not allow it.
It's just that they didn't know that hundreds of thousands of years ago, Chen Xuan couldn't figure out why the bones were so deep that the River Styx was still on the surface, so Chen Xuan dug through the River Styx.
At that time, no one saw Chen Xuan's actions, so no one stopped him.
But even if Chen Xuan dug the Styx at that time, wouldn't the Styx still be a sacred and inviolable sacred object in their hearts?
Chen Xuan sometimes feels that human beings are very hypocritical and ignorant of the world.
There is certainly a God in this world, but it is useless to pray to God. It is better to pray to yourself.
Looking at these people who hated Chen Xuan and wanted to bite him into pieces, Chen Xuan closed his eyes slightly.
Chen Xuan didn't take these people seriously at all, but Chen Xuan didn't understand the truth of the matter yet, so Chen Xuan couldn't let anyone go.
Something happened 60,000 years ago, and it was related to the Styx, so it must be a big event.
Even if that group of people has died, this incident will definitely still be passed down and recorded in the annals of history.
Although this is a place where people who are about to die come, anyone who lives in the Valley of the Dead will be recorded.
And even if they didn't say anything, Chen Xuan wasn't worried, because there was a sacred object in the Valley of the Dead, which stored everything that happened since it was built here.
As long as he gets that sacred object, Chen Xuan will be able to know the truth of that year.
It's just that... before getting the holy object, Chen Xuan needs to know who is the current owner of the valley.
Looking around at the people surrounding Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan asked: "Who is the Valley Master?"
Everyone stopped to accuse and curse Chen Xuan, but no one paid any attention to Chen Xuan.
Then Chen Xuan looked at an old woman standing opposite him holding a wooden scepter.
"You are the owner of the valley."
Chen Xuan's tone was very firm, which surprised everyone around him.
The Valley Master sneered and said: "Young man has good eyesight, but you have desecrated the River Styx and should be killed according to the law."
Chen Xuan smiled playfully and replied: "So what about blasphemy? You want to kill me, do you have the ability to do it?"
The Valley Master in front of him is the person with the strongest cultivation level in the entire Valley of the Dead. He has a cultivation level of the third level of the Earth Supreme, but his longevity is less than twenty years.
There are not many women with high cultivation levels in this world. From the vicissitudes of the Valley Master's appearance, Chen Xuan can tell how much she has gone through before to achieve the strength of cultivation she has today.
The Valley of the Dead is also based on strength, so generally only the person with the highest cultivation level can be the master of this valley.
I don't know why an ability has been added here. Chen Xuan can't sense what the people here are thinking.
Chen Xuan knew this hundreds of thousands of years ago, so he didn't sense what the people here were thinking, nor was he surprised.
However, Chen Xuan didn't know what was going on in his heart, but Chen Xuan could sense the cultivation strength of the people inside.
After hearing Chen Xuan's words, the Valley Master raised her hand and gestured to the scepter in her hand.
"Young man, I know you are strong, and we are all dying here.
It’s just that we are devout believers, and when the sacred objects we admire are desecrated, you have no idea what kind of strength we will unleash.”
Chen Xuan pouted, "So? I don't think you can defeat me."
Hearing this, the Valley Master narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Young man, don't be too arrogant. There is no one here who is older than you. In my opinion, if you kill yourself, we will forget about this matter."
Chen Xuan clicked his tongue twice and glanced at the people standing around him.
Indeed, everyone here looks much older than him, but who among them knows that Chen Xuan's actual age is 200,000 years old?
"Who said that you will be more powerful when you are older? I naturally have the confidence to be arrogant, but you, on the other hand, are not high in cultivation and have a bad temper."
Chen Xuan spoke with a touch of sarcasm, looking at the Valley Master, Chen Xuan guessed that she was only twenty or thirty thousand years old at most.
Chen Xuan has always respected the elderly and loved the young, but these people are disrespectful to the elderly, so naturally Chen Xuan will not save any face with them.
When the owner of the valley heard Chen Xuan's words, he sneered and said angrily: "Don't toast and eat as a penalty!
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"I won't eat your toast, and I won't take the fine wine, because you don't deserve it."
The extremely arrogant words had made everyone in the venue feel angry towards Chen Xuan to a climax. Chen Xuan had already sensed that someone showed strong murderous intent.
However, even if these people came together to besiege Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan still didn't take them seriously.
For Chen Xuan, standing in front of him was not a group of people with similar cultivation levels, but a group of ants.
Or Chen Xuan can crush all the ants to death with just one kick.
These people are all about to die, and their life span does not exceed fifty years. The reason why they come here when they still have a few decades to live is that they may also want to experience salvation in the Valley of the Dead.
Legend has it that the longer you stay alive in the Valley of the Dead, the more complete your salvation will be.
This is all nonsense. Chen Xuan doesn't believe this, otherwise he wouldn't have dug the River Styx hundreds of thousands of years ago to see how the river water emerged on the bones.
All the people in front of him hated Chen Xuan, as if they were looking at an old enemy for many years.
Especially the Valley Master, her eyes seemed to contain endless flames when she looked at Chen Xuan, and she wanted to burn Chen Xuan to death as a memorial to the Styx.
The Valley Master finally laughed angrily, but there was a strong murderous intent in her smile. Even though she could not threaten Chen Xuan at all, it was still very unsightly to look at.
"Who are you? What is your last name? You are going to die soon to pay homage to the River Styx. Before you die, at least let us know your name."
Chen Xuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then said: "Nine-death situation, Xuantian Emperor Chen Xuan."
As soon as these words came out, the place fell into a deathly silence.
There were different expressions on these people's faces, but the most terrifying one was one.
Especially the face of the Valley Master, Chen Xuan watched as her face turned from sallow to pale in an instant.
Looking at the expressions on their faces, Chen Xuan frowned slightly.
Something is wrong.
In the past, people who knew Chen Xuan's identity were also shocked, but most of them didn't believe it, or couldn't believe that the person in front of them was Chen Xuan.
It's rare to see a person with a frightened look on his face.
Their faces were not only frightened, but also a little bit fearful.
This kind of fear is not the same as the fear of knowing Chen Xuan's identity. Chen Xuan can feel it vaguely, but Chen Xuan still doesn't know what is different.
Chen Xuan is not yet able to perceive their psychological thoughts, nor does he know what they are thinking when they show such expressions.
He cursed secretly in his heart. Chen Xuan knew this hundreds of thousands of years ago, but at that time, Chen Xuan felt that he might not have any interaction with the people in the Valley of the Dead in the future, so he said he knew their
The thoughts in your mind are of no use.
At that time, Chen Xuan did not look for the reason, because after all, Chen Xuan came here just to visit the Lord Shenmu, and he would not have any face-to-face encounters with the people in the Valley of the Dead.
Who knew that after hundreds of thousands of years, Chen Xuan would still have to deal with this kind of thing.
My heart is really irritated, but it would be a waste of time to look for the reason at this time.
Chen Xuan was irritated. Looking at the expressions on their faces that clearly told a story, Chen Xuan couldn't figure out what was going on.
After the expression on their faces appeared, the group no longer looked at Chen Xuan, but instead looked at the Valley Master in a dodgy manner.
When Chen Xuan saw them like this, he knew there must be a problem.
And when Chen Xuan looked at the Valley Master, the Valley Master subconsciously avoided Chen Xuan's eyes.
Now Chen Xuan completely understood that they did have something going on.
Frowning, Chen Xuan stretched out his hand and used his spiritual power to pinch the Valley Master's neck fiercely from the air.
"What happened to the River Styx 60,000 years ago? Also, what happened to my daughter here? Call them all one by one, or I will let you wash the River Styx with blood."
At this time, Chen Xuan's tone was cold, and it was different from the indifferent tone before.
The people who were originally surrounding Chen Xuan subconsciously stepped back when Chen Xuan pinched the Valley Master's neck and lifted the Valley Master's feet off the ground.
They are indeed dying people, but they are still afraid of death.
No one is not afraid of death, no one is exception.
Even if they are ready to die, they still long for death before they actually die.
Now Chen Xuan is no different from the god of death. Being close to Chen Xuan is close to death.
Chen Xuan ignored these people and kept staring at the Valley Master.
The Valley Master was pinched by the neck and his feet were lifted off the ground, his face turned red from being pinched.
Her pair of cloudy eyes looked at Chen Xuan, her legs kept struggling, but she still refused to put down her scepter.
There is nothing special about this scepter. Chen Xuan has already sensed it. It is just an ordinary wooden scepter.
But Chen Xuan didn't know why she still refused to let go of the broken scepter when she was about to be strangled.
The person in front of him really made Chen Xuan feel sick. Chen Xuan glanced at the wooden scepter, and a spiritual power snatched the scepter from the Valley Master's hand and put it in front of Chen Xuan.
The Valley Master exclaimed, Chen Xuan lowered her hand, and the spiritual power on the Valley Master's neck suddenly disappeared, and she fell to the ground, gasping for air.
While touching his neck, he looked at Chen Xuan.
At this time, she was filled with resentment, but she did not dare to speak out and rebuke Chen Xuan.
Because after all, the person in front of him is Emperor Xuantian Chen Xuan.
She is just a small valley owner of the Valley of the Dead. How can she dare to provoke Chen Xuan?
It's just... At this time, everyone in the venue was very afraid.
They all knew what Chen Xuan was talking about that happened 60,000 years ago, but none of them dared to talk to Chen Xuan about it.
The matter is so important that speaking out will lead to anger.
Everyone subconsciously retreated outside, but under Chen Xuan's sharp look, they did not dare to move anymore.
More than two hundred people looked at each other strangely, and after learning Chen Xuan's identity, they also acted strangely.
However, after Chen Xuan's warning eyes, they did not dare to move at all.
In the small Valley of the Dead, the only sound left was the sound of wind.
Perhaps everyone heard this sound as the sound of salvation, but when Chen Xuan heard this sound, it was the sound of crying.
This voice made Chen Xuan a little upset. Although he had already prepared and the voice asking for help had died, Chen Xuan still wanted to hold on to a ball of hope deep in his heart.
If the owner of this voice is still alive, then perhaps this will be Chen Xuan's only surviving descendant with a direct blood relationship.
But Chen Xuan also knew in his heart that the possibility of this matter was not very high.
And the previous system response had already given Chen Xuan the answer.
No one dared to move, except the Valley Master who kept rubbing her neck.
Chen Xuan was separated from her by the River Styx, so he could only use his spiritual power to pinch her neck. Even so, Chen Xuan was so strong that he pinched the Valley Master's neck, leaving a red mark.
After taking a look at the Valley Master and the wooden scepter floating in front of Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan felt again and again that this scepter was just an ordinary scepter and not a sacred object of the Valley of the Dead. Chen Xuan used his spiritual power.
The scepter was instantly broken in half.
There was a click. The sound was nothing compared to the wind in the Valley of the Dead. It was just a small sound.
But it was replaced by a pitiful cry from the Valley Master.
Everyone in the Valley of the Dead knows that the scepter in the owner's hand was made for her by her lover many years ago.
It’s just that the Valley Master’s lover had died many years ago, beside the River Styx.
This scepter is now the only thought left by the Valley Master’s lover to the Valley Master.
But he was defeated by Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan didn't know the story, but if he knew, he would do the same thing.
The little valley owner belittled himself and spoke rudely to Chen Xuan. This alone was enough for Chen Xuan to kill him.
What's more, she still has secrets from 60,000 years ago.
Chen Xuan looked at the screaming Valley Master, smiled disdainfully, and said: "I'll say it again, don't ask me to repeat it again.
I have plenty of ways to know the truth, and letting you tell me now is to give you a chance to live.
What happened in the River Styx 60,000 years ago? Who was the spy? Where is my daughter?"
When he spoke, Chen Xuan was already full of anger. He was trying his best to endure this, otherwise it would have exploded long ago.
But when he had to, Chen Xuan didn't want to take the sacred objects by force.
After all, Venerable Shenmu is still here. Although he knows that Venerable Shenmu doesn't really believe this, he doesn't want to conflict with the things that are there because of this.
But after Chen Xuan finished speaking, no one spoke.
But the Valley Master looked at Chen Xuan, stopped screaming, and continued to dodge his eyes.
Seeing their appearance, Chen Xuan felt full of bad luck in his heart.
Looking at the person in front of him, Chen Xuan was silent for three seconds, then closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Chen Xuan's eyes were full of bloodthirsty.
Chen Xuan didn't say another word, and used spiritual power to restrain everyone in the Valley of the Dead, making them kneel on the ground.
What Chen Xuan didn't know was that for these people, it no longer mattered when they died.
They came here just waiting for death to come.
Therefore, Chen Xuan's threat of death had almost no effect on them.
And they are now standing by the River Styx. For them, dying next to the River Styx is an extremely honorable thing.
They were all restrained by Chen Xuan, but none of these people could speak. They all kept their mouths closed like a mute. They were completely different from the people who accused Chen Xuan before they didn't know Chen Xuan's identity.
Chen Xuan was also so angry that he laughed. He did not press one by one, but stepped on the water of the Styx River, trampling on their beliefs, and came to the front of the Valley Master.
"If you don't tell me where the sacred objects are, I can find the truth myself, right?"
At that time, there was nothing in the eyes of the Valley Master, and she no longer had the courage to even raise her eyes to look at Chen Xuan.
Especially at this time, Chen Xuan stood in front of the Valley Master. Not only did the Valley Master dare not look, his whole body was even trembling.
Even though they were so afraid, they still didn't speak. Chen Xuan felt very unlucky in his heart. These people were really not afraid of death, and Chen Xuan also knew it.
Glancing at the Valley Master angrily, Chen Xuan bent down slightly and said, "If you don't tell me now yourself, don't blame me for implicating you after I know the truth.
Also, I have a very bad temper. If I get particularly angry later, I may even implicate all of your relatives.
Does the Zhujiu Clan know what the punishment is? If I am really angry, I will not find it troublesome for the Zhushi Clan."
After hearing Chen Xuan's words, the Valley Master, whose expression finally returned to normal, suddenly turned pale.
However, she still did not dare to look at Chen Xuan. She just lowered her head and looked at the bones on the ground, and then continued to tremble.
Seeing her reaction, Chen Xuan sneered disdainfully, then straightened up and said, "I'll give you three breaths to think about it."
After speaking, Chen Xuan stopped and looked at the head of the Valley Master. After three breaths, Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.
Maybe they don't care about their own lives, but they still have some concerns.
It is impossible for these people to have no relatives. It is okay for them to die when their life span is approaching, but not for their relatives.
"etc!
etc!
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The Valley Master tried his best to lean forward, but due to the restraint of Chen Xuan's spiritual power, he couldn't move. Only his head was struggling.
"I said, I said, don't involve my family!
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Chen Xuan chuckled lightly when he heard this. Without stopping, he said coldly: "I never give others a second chance."