The ancestor of the evil cultivator gently stroked his blood-red beard. He was still smiling, but when he heard Yang Chen's words, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
When he looked at Yang Chen, he looked like a poisonous snake with sharp teeth.
The frosty coldness in his breath seemed to announce that he was a little angry.
After a moment, he laughed arrogantly, put his hands behind his back and said, "God's punishment? Fellow Taoist, are you kidding me, Han Kun, and harming others and yourself? But you have also seen that the little boy under my command now
We are very happy to practice these secret skills. As long as we can practice quickly and achieve results, it doesn't matter if we harm others or ourselves. When cultivating as monks, they are fighting against heaven and man. Where are those hypocritical ways? As for divine punishment?
Haha, what you and I are doing is going against nature, so how can we be afraid of divine punishment?"
Yang Chen shook his head gently, this Han Kun was actually so sharp-tongued, he was indeed the ancestor of the evil cultivator who had lived for so many years.
I'm afraid that in the eyes of the other party, he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with what he did.
"Some things need to be relaxed and moderate. The existence of evil cultivators must have a meaning for the existence of evil cultivators, but if you still don't know that it has harmed the interests of the ethnic group, what is the difference between them and pests?" Yang Chen's dark eyes looked directly at them.
Looking at the other person, his eyes already seemed to be questioning.
Ancestor Han Kun was already a bit angry, but considering Yang Chen's cultivation and mystery, he suppressed the burning anger for the time being.
"Ethnic interests? Ridiculous, what nonsense ethnic interests, human beings are human beings, we are us." Ancestor Han Kun said sarcastically: "Those righteous people have never taken our evil cultivators seriously, so why should we integrate ourselves into the ethnic group?
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Yang Chen sneered.
It seems that there is really no need for him to reason with these evil cultivators.
Since these evil cultivators can betray the ethnic group and even harm the overall interests, it can be seen that there is no so-called bottom line in their hearts.
And Han Kun, the ancestor of these evil cultivators, probably has no bottom line in his eyes.
Thinking of this, Yang Chen clenched the fist on his back tightly.
The evil aura and murderous aura around him merged and faintly dispersed.
Seeing this, the corners of Han Kun's ancestor's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of ridicule in his smile. The young-looking boy in front of him looked like he was still going to attack him?
Yang Chen gradually regained his composure, closed his eyes and opened them, as if his goal was clear: "So, even if I understand you all as aliens, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Haha, you can understand it so well." Han Kun looked confident, his smile getting colder.
Yang Chen's laughter spread loudly: "In that case, I think there is no need to say anything else between us. Han Kun, my original intention of coming here this time is to see the thoughts in the hearts of you evil cultivators.
But unfortunately, you disappointed me."
"Boy, do you know who you are talking to? I don't know where you came from. I have never seen your Mahayana stage before, but you are just a newly promoted strong man. You are not afraid of a newborn calf.
I can understand it, Tiger, but I hope you don't do anything too stupid." Ancestor Han Kun laughed wantonly.
Yang Chen is indeed very mysterious, but in his eyes, the other party is not his opponent at all. He is just afraid of the people behind Yang Chen. If he wants to deal with Yang Chen now, it will probably cause some trouble.
Yang Chen could tell that this evil cultivator had never heard of him.
That's right, the ancestor of the evil cultivator paid no attention to the affairs between him and the Taiyi Sect.
He smiled and said: "So, I really want to listen carefully to you, who am I talking to."
Hearing that Yang Chen was so bold and sarcastic, Patriarch Han Kun became furious.
"Hahaha, even the two boundless warriors from the Taiyi Sect dare not say they can take advantage of me when they fight alone. When they bully me, they have to come together. You are a mere Mahayana boy.
, If you dare to talk to me like that, I think you are really impatient. In this case, I will give you a ride and let you get on your way!"
Ancestor Han Kun's anger really rose this time. No matter what, the power of one palm was infinite, and it exerted overwhelming power. Under the turbulent power of the laws that tore apart the space, it swept towards Yang Chen.
Yang Chen already has a certain knowledge and understanding of the power of laws. He has fought against many strong men, and he is already very familiar with other powers of laws.
As for the power of the laws of ancestor Han Kun, I can only say that it is average.
He barely touched the law, but in front of him, he was completely weak.
Yang Chen stepped on his feet. He had the strength to kill even a strong man like Li Chongxiao. When facing Ancestor Han Kun, he felt particularly calm.
He raised his palm and created his own black wind of death.
The black whirlwind was extremely dazzling under the bright daylight. More than a dozen whirlwinds instantly formed an offensive in all directions and surrounded and suppressed them. They came into violent contact with the power of this law on the spot.
The remnant power of this collision spread, and the other evil cultivators were shocked to retreat. At the same time, ancestor Han Kun was shocked and his mood was hard to calm down.
His power of law was intercepted by Yang Chen's Mahayana stage method!
"Boy, you really have some skills. It seems that it is these strange methods that give you and me the confidence to challenge this. It seems that if I don't show some real skills, I'm afraid I will be beaten by a junior like you.
You're so embarrassed!" As Patriarch Han Kun spoke, the sea of blood rolled and formed a law, and he charged towards Yang Chen wantonly.
"The Law of Blood?"
Yang Chen raised the corners of his mouth.
This is not the first time he has encountered the Blood Law. The last time he encountered it was the Blood Shadow Ghost Lord. He did not expect that the other party's Law was so powerful.
However, the blood law created by ancestor Han Kun is obviously completely different from the Blood Shadow Ghost Lord.
The large amount of law power it formed clumsily formed an overwhelming offensive, pouring down like sea water.
The power looks quite ferocious and quite devastating, but the actual power that is truly targeted is very little.
Yang Chen shook his head slightly: "This boundless strong man in the spiritual world is too clumsy in his understanding of the power of laws. There is a huge gap between him and Li Chongxiao, and the monks in the southern realm. God-killing Spear, please come out and breathe.
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"Hahaha, I've waited too long."
The God-killing Spear let out its signature wild laughter, jumped out of the storage bag, and fell into Yang Chen's palm.
The black and yellow power emitted from the gun body was on Yang Chen's right arm.
One gun and one person, just after getting started, they have already shown an unprecedented tacit understanding.
Yang Chen hasn't had the omnipotent feeling he had when he held the God-killing Spear for a long time, and now, he has found it again.
