Now these Penglai Divine Wood Demons have just developed spiritual wisdom and have just begun to practice. It is wishful thinking to expect them to master the formation immediately, but Yang Chen has never had such extravagant hopes.
However, after stopping to guard 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 the foundation almost at the same time. Compared to monsters like Mubai, it was even faster than before.
ten times.
This is not because of the fast cultivation speed of Penglai sacred trees, but because of the high level of their spiritual intelligence. They experienced growth for who knows how many thousands of years, and then were made into wooden boxes by the Earth God master before they ascended, and were left in front of the Earth Temple for who knows how many years.
Time has gone through 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 better.
That's all, there is no disadvantage of overthrowing the seedlings and encouraging their own growth.
A'Zhu and A'Bi were able to communicate with these plants before their spiritual intelligence was activated. Now there are twenty-four more Penglai wood demons who have spiritual intelligence to communicate with them, and they are jumping up and down happily. For many years, here
There are no companions anymore. 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 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 intent had already reached his body, and then, a thin black light quickly fell on Yang Chen's body.
Ding, Yang Chen's skin was just a little tight. The Yellow Turban Hercules Body Refining Technique at the Liba Mountain level was running all the time. When encountering external force, his muscles immediately tensed up, instantly blocking the incoming black light, without even triggering the golden light.
The body protective function of the bell.
The blocked black light revealed its original shape, but it was a long and thin needle. If it weren't for the flash of light passing by at high speed, people would usually not notice such a long and thin needle. If it were not
At night, this is 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 pinched the long needle with one hand. As soon as he pinched it, the long needle began to shake, as if trying to break away from Yang Chen's fingers.
The other party used a sword-handling technique to control the needle. He was suddenly caught and immediately panicked. But no matter how hard he tried, the thin black needle was still firmly grasped on Yang Chen's fingertips.
Cannot be taken back.
Yang Chen's consciousness has locked onto a monk who is more than two hundred feet away from him. For the time being, he can't tell the monk's sect. He only knows that he is a scribe who is about forty or fifty years old.
He stared at himself with a gloomy face, his eyes flashing with hatred.
Regarding this, Yang Chen was very puzzled. He didn't know this guy. You must know that Yang Chen's memory is very abnormal. Even if he has only met people once, Yang Chen will remember them, but there is indeed no such guy in his memory.
figure.
The scribe was also at the Golden Core stage, but he seemed to be at a higher level than Yang Chen, at the middle stage of the Golden Core stage. The other party made a sneak attack as soon as he came up, and he didn't care about anything, 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 fearless. Eight shields suddenly flew out around him, flying around him, completely covering his body. No matter which direction the attack came from, it would be blocked by one or two of these eight shields. The shield was not
Knowing what material it is made of, 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 long thought would happen, but what happened next shocked him.
The shield blocked the flying sword, but only for a moment. The Jiamu Flying Sword had been tempered by the crazy flushing and scouring of the Jiamu Spiritual Liquid, and it was already extremely sharp. With just one sword, it cut the shield in front into pieces.
Two halves.
When he was panicking, the scribe hurriedly sent several other shields in front of the sword. The Jiamu Flying Sword chopped off four shields in a row, and then it seemed that he was exhausted. Yang Chen recalled the flying sword with a 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 at all. Seeing Yang Chen retracting the flying sword, he finally showed a sinister smile, dodged, and flew ten meters in front of Yang Chen.
A few feet away, 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 toxicity cannot even penetrate Yang Chen's skin and enter his flesh and blood. The Yellow Turban Warriors' body training technique at the Liba Mountain level, let alone the strength of the muscles and bones of the whole body, is not so easy to penetrate the skin.
Broken.
But since the other party was so proud, Yang Chen didn't mind cooperating with him in a play to get more information. In an instant, Yang Chen's face was covered with a layer of blue-black, which really seemed to be a sign of poisonous hair.
His legs seemed to be weak and unable to support his own weight. He staggered back two steps and sat down against a big tree.
"You used poison!" Yang Chen pointed at the other person, but his arm seemed to have softened and 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, you will get 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 master of formations?" Yang Chen suddenly understood.