Yang Gong and Huang Mudao Ren looked bitter.

If they become this guy's slave, will their lives be slaughtered in the future?

And the other party only has them, which is very obvious. The remaining monks of the Three Sheep Sects will probably also become food for demon babies.

"You two have average cultivation, but I don't care that much. I'll give you three breaths of time to consider it." Yan Cheng said arrogantly.

"Sect Master, help me."

"We don't want to die."

"Why, let's fight with them!"

These disciples of the Three Yang Sect changed their expressions and quickly asked for help.

"I, we agreed!"

In the face of huge pressure, Yang Gong was sweating profusely, and he couldn't bear it at all.

Yancheng's strength is something he has never seen before.

Lin Songyue’s sixth-grade mysterious skills cannot do anything to Yan Cheng, and they will only have a dead end to take action.

At this time, I can only die for fellow Taoists and not for me.

Even if he is a disciple of his own sect, he can't control it anymore.

Seeing this, Huang Mu immediately knelt down.

Both of them were soon planted with a ray of black air, just like Lin Songyue and others.

Then the two felt that their souls were completely controlled by Yan Cheng and they might die at any time.

"At least, we're still alive."

Yang Gong looked around with emotion.

The three of Youzhou, themselves and Huang Mu, plus the ancestor of the Chen family and Yan Feng.

Now Yan Cheng has recruited seven cultivators from the Tribulation Realm. This combat power is comparable to the power of the Star Palace in Yizhou.

I really don’t know how scary he will be when he goes to the inheritance land next.

"Master, are we leaving here?"

Yang Gong was also good at doing good. Since he became Yancheng's slave, he immediately changed his name and did his duty as a servant.

"It's not time yet."

Yan Cheng sneered and looked at Wang Ru on the ground.

"I have some time left before the inheritance land is opened. Stay here first and kill one of my old friends."

Speaking of this, Yancheng's face was a bit ferocious, and an unprecedented murderous aura surged in his eyes.

"Old friend?"

Yang Gong's heart was thrilled.

The remaining monks in this place are nothing more than Qin Cheng and Ren.

There is Yancheng's old acquaintance here, and it seems that the relationship between the two is extremely bad.

"You all scatter and go searching for the Cheng and Ren. Don't take action when you find the traces, and repay me immediately."

After saying that, Yancheng waved his hand.

The demon baby screamed excitedly and rushed out first. Yang Gong and Taoist Huang Mu took the order and immediately flew around.

As for Lin Songyue and others, after Yan Cheng completes the refining, he will also join in.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. This time I see where you can run and how else can you beat me!"

Yancheng looked into the distance with a sneer, and gradually clenched his fists.

Swish!

After flying into a forest hundreds of miles away, Qincheng landed.

Then he kept moving on the ground and carved the next divine pattern.

Continue to fly, and not long after, the next divine pattern was portrayed again.

After three consecutive portrayings in this way, a magnificent black mist spread throughout the entire area.

The forest within a radius of hundreds of miles was covered in the fog.

In this way, even if someone chases you, they will be disturbed by the fog for a while, and their spiritual consciousness cannot disperse and investigate.
Chapter completed!