Chapter 313: New Trends in Taitian Clan (Part 1)

Now these Penglai Shenmu demons have just developed spiritual intelligence. [ ] Having just started practicing, it would be wishful thinking for them to master the formation immediately, but Yang Chen had never had such extravagant hopes.

However, after stopping to guard it for a few days, Yang Chen finally understood how powerful the Penglai Divine Wood Demon was. In just ten days, the Penglai Divine Wood Demon was building its foundation almost at the same time. Monsters like Jingqi Mubai are dozens of times faster.

This is not because of the fast cultivation speed of the Penglai sacred tree, but because Gaokou, the starting point of their spiritual wisdom, has experienced countless years of growth, and then was made into a wooden box by the master of the Earth God before he ascended, and was left in front of the Earth Temple. After how long, they have experienced the reincarnation of incense from its peak to its decline, and coupled with the innate rare treasures, their practice began directly from the foundation building period.

Even without Yang Chen's skills and these Jiamu spirit fluids, as long as the Penglai sacred tree opens its mind, it will not take more than a month at most to reach the current state. What Yang Chen did was just to make their conditions more superior, without any disadvantages of overpowering the situation.

A'Zhu and Abi were able to communicate with these plants before their spiritual intelligence was activated. Now there were twenty-four more Penglai wood demons who had spiritual intelligence to communicate with them, and they were jumping up and down happily. There have been no companions here for many years. The only living creature with intelligence recently is Xiaotian. I am afraid that it will be too late and I dare not communicate with Xiaotian. Now I finally have more companions.

Seeing that everything was on track, Yang Chen also left the medicine garden with peace of mind. However, when he came out of the medicine garden, he noticed something unusual around him.

The thread of spiritual consciousness opened instantly, but before Yang Chen could detect the movement around him, a cold murderous intention had already reached his body, and then, a thin black light fell on Yang Chen's body.

Ding, Yang Chen's skin just tightened. The body-refining technique of the Yellow Turban Hercules, who is in the Liba Mountain realm, is running all the time. When encountering external force, his muscles immediately tense up, instantly blocking the incoming black light from the body, and does not even trigger the body-protecting function of the golden bell.

The blocked black light revealed its true form, but it was a long, thin needle. If it weren't for the flash of light passing by at high speed, people would usually not notice such a slender needle. If it were at night, this would be an absolute weapon for sneak attacks on yin people.

As soon as the long needle stopped on Yang Chen's chest skin, Yang Chen reacted faster than anyone else and immediately held the long needle with one hand. As soon as he pinched it, the long needle began to shake, as if trying to break free from Yang Chen's fingers.

The opponent used a sword-handling technique to control the needle, but suddenly he let go and grabbed it, feeling a little panicked. But no matter how hard he tried, the thin black needle was still firmly grasped on the tip of Yang Chen's finger, and he could not take it back.

Yang Chen's consciousness had already locked onto a monk who was more than two hundred feet away from him. For the time being, it was not possible to tell the monk's sect. He only knew that he was a first-year scribe in his forties or fifties. He was staring at him with a gloomy look on his face, and a burst of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Regarding this, Yang Chen was very puzzled because he didn't know this guy. You must know that Yang Chen's memory is very abnormal now. Even if he has only met people once, Yang Chen will remember them, but there is indeed no trace of this guy in his memory.

The scribe is also in the Golden Core stage, but he seems to be at a higher level than Yang Chen, in the middle stage of the Golden Core stage. The opponent attacked sneakily as soon as he came up, and he didn't care about everything, which made Yang Chen very angry.

The only thing that could be used was the Jiamu Flying Sword. Yang Chen's reaction was definitely not slow. As soon as he found the trace of his opponent, the Jiamu Flying Sword immediately flew out and slashed towards the opponent.

The opponent seemed to be confident, as eight shields suddenly flew out from beside him, flying around him, completely covering his body. No matter which direction the attack comes from, it will be blocked by one or two of these eight shields. I don’t know what material the shield is made of, but the smile on the scribe’s face shows that he has strong confidence in the shield.

Hey, there was a light sound, and the Jiamu Flying Sword struck one of the shields. Originally, this was a scene that the scribe had planned for a long time, but what happened next shocked him.

The shield blocked the flying sword, but only for a moment. The Jiamu Flying Sword has been tempered by the crazy erosion and tempering of the Jiamu Spiritual Liquid. It has already become extremely sharp. With just one sword, it cut the shield in front of it in half.

When panicking, the scribe hurriedly sent several other shields to the front of the sword. The Jiamu Feijian slashed through four shields in a row, and then he seemed to be exhausted. Yang Chen recalled the flying sword in a flash of thought.

"You dare to catch my flying needle with your bare hands, will you suffer a lot?" Although the scribe was panicked, he was not panicked to the point of being at a loss. Seeing that Yang Chen had retracted his flying sword, he finally let out a ferocious smile, dodged, and flew ten feet in front of Yang Chen, facing Yang Chen.

There was a slight itching on Yang Chen's finger, and there was also a little bit of itching on the place where it was first stabbed. This could only mean that the flying needle was quenched with poison.

However, this level of poison could not even penetrate Yang Chen's skin and enter his flesh and blood. The Yellow Turban Rikishi's physical training technique, which is at the level of reaching the mountain level, not to mention the strength of the muscles and bones of the whole body, is not so easy to pierce the skin.

But since the other party was so proud, Yang Chen didn't mind cooperating with him in a play in order to get more information. In an instant, Yang Chen's face was covered with a layer of blue and black, which really seemed to be a sign of poisonous hair. His legs seemed to be weak, unable to support his own weight. He staggered back two steps and leaned against a big tree. He sat down and said, "You used poison!" Yang Chen pointed at the other person, but his arms seemed to have softened and he could not bear the weight of his hand. He just pointed it and put it down dejectedly.

"Hmph, soldiers never tire of deceit. If you want to show off your skills, who will blame you?" The scribe laughed ferociously, took a few steps forward, looked down at Yang Chen condescendingly, and asked coldly: "Tell me your name and origin!"

"You don't know who I am?" Yang Chen was a little surprised. The other party didn't know who he was, and they actually attacked him in person. When did the Dao sect's methods become as good as those of the Demon sect?

"I don't know who you are, but I know you can set up formations." The scribe sneered again, as if he didn't bother to answer Yang Chen's question, but in the end he couldn't bear the pride in his heart and said: "Tai Tianmen Search everywhere for masters in setting up formations. As long as you catch one, there will be a hefty reward. You have set up the illusion formation here, and it looks like a good technique. If you meet me, you will be unlucky!"

"Is it just because Taitianmen is looking for a formation master?" Yang Chen suddenly understood. ! .