Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

After playing two moves of dog-beating swordsmanship and venting his anger for his younger brother, Yan Xing jumped back slightly, avoiding the red mist that happened to engulf him in it.

The Demon Lord's cultivation was restored again.

Upon discovering this, the Guardian Zuo and all the elders of the Demon Sect who were watching at the gate were shocked, and the light of hope was rekindled in their eyes.

They respect you, but they are in the mid-stage of fusion!

So what if Yan Chen's despicable brothers somehow reached the early fusion stage?

They have just been promoted, and they haven't crossed the thunder tribulation yet, so how could they beat the Demon Lord?

The demon cultivators waited eagerly, hoping that the Demon Venerable would beat Yan Chen and Yan Xing to the ground, so that the two would know the fate of the demon cultivators who ambush them.

Yan Xing was the first to return to Yan Chen.

The tower of the secret realm has nine floors. For Yan Xing, no matter where he goes first, it is an experience.

He would have entered the first floor casually.

But this time, after passing the familiar escalator and entering the tower, Yan Xing received a voice transmission from Yan Chen.

Although it was strange how his younger brother could transmit sound to him, Yan Xing followed what he said and went directly to the ninth floor.

The ninth floor was not without tests, but before Mozun and others arrived, Yan Xing had completely refined the entire spiritual pagoda—that is, the largest inherited treasure in the South China Sea Secret Realm, and was thus promoted to the fusion stage.

It was only after Yan Xing refined it that he realized that this pagoda was tailor-made for his friend by an ancestor of the Yan family who was good at refining weapons.

The ancestor friend was the head of a big sect at that time, and this spiritual pagoda was the tower of trials he had requested for the disciples of the sect.

The ancestor named it "Moxian", and was later renamed "Motian" by his friends.

After completely controlling the skyscraper, Yan Xing withdrew the test on the ninth floor.

Before Mozun, there were other people who came here one after another.

Seeing that there is nothing here, they know that the inheritance has been taken first, and they regret to leave.

Yan Xing crouched on the ninth floor, ambush the Demon Lord.

The demon cultivators were right.

Because he couldn't attract Thunder Tribulation in the secret realm, even if he reached the early stage of fusion and his realm was not stable, he was still not an opponent of the Demon Lord.

The suppression effect and time of the skyscraper tower depend on the master's cultivation.

Like all the elders, Yan Xing's cultivation base is higher than theirs, and he can easily suppress their cultivation bases.

And Mozun is one level higher than him.

The Sky Tower can produce it, and the short cultivation base suppression time is not enough for Yan Xing to kill Mozun.

At least he didn't waste it... In Yan Xing's mind, although the sword move is handsome, its level of insult is far inferior to the dog-beating-stick method.

It's a pity that Mozun probably couldn't recognize the dog-beating-stick move.

Hmm... I should have read out the name of the move aloud just now.

While thinking about this, Yan Xing raised his hand to protect his younger brother behind him, held a sword in one hand, and looked at Mozun in a defensive posture.

It is impossible to fight, but this is his home field now.

If it doesn't work, just trap the demon king in the secret realm forever, and when he surpasses the other party, he will be chopped off with a sword.

However, there are also risks in this way. If the Mozun dies and the net is broken, it will not be good to die with him.

How to do it?Yan Xing hesitated.

Yan Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Let me do it."

Yan Xing turned around in doubt, Yan Chen frowned at him and smiled, and made a formula with both hands, and the magnificent galaxy that was summoned outside the South China Sea that day appeared again.

The night is shrouded, and countless stars are dimmed.

Only a dozen or so stars were left, seemingly inconspicuous, but hidden with majestic power, falling towards the direction of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Venerable sideways dodged vigilantly.

But soon, these stars surrounded him at a lightning speed, and then the light burst out.

Several silver lines stretched out between Xingzi and Xingzi, gradually revealing the embryonic form of the formation.

In the shining cold brilliance, the magic formation is completed.

In the formation, the Demon Lord's expression began to change constantly, one moment was confused, another moment was angry, and the next second it turned into ecstasy...

Mozun was obviously temporarily lost in the formation.

"Despicable, shameless!" The elders of the Mozong trembled, but Zuo Hufa was still in the mood, cursing the Yanchen brothers.

"If you have the ability, go out and fight with us!"

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and let out a sneer: "Do you think I'm stupid?" As he spoke, he gathered his energy with his sword, and walked towards the trapped Demon Lord.

Yan Chen raised his hand to hold him back: "Save him first."

Yan Xing was stunned for a moment, turned back sideways, and said earnestly: "Brother, if you cut the grass without removing the roots, it will regenerate when the spring breeze blows."

"I know you have a kind heart, but this devil has used and tortured you for so many years. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to vent my hatred!"

Yan Chen: "I'm not stopping you from killing him, it's just not right now."

Yan Xing suddenly said: "Do you have something to tell him?"

Before Yan Chen could deny it, Yan Xing hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at him more earnestly: "Brother, it's a shame..."

"Did you forget? The ancestors once said: The villains die because of talking too much. If we don't strike in time, what if someone breaks in to save them later?"

"So it's still..." Yan Xing tugged at his hand, signaling Yan Chen to let go of him quickly and let him cut the weeds and root them out.

Yan Chen: "..."

At this time, are you treating yourself as a villain instead?

Yan Xing was still staring at him, Yan Chen was a little helpless, and explained softly: "I have nothing to say to him, don't worry, he won't be able to come out of this phantom formation for a while."

"It's just that if you kill him now, everyone staying behind in the Demon Sect will know about it immediately."

"When I was in the Demon Sect, a Buddhist cultivator once saved my life..."

Yan Xing no longer resisted, Yan Chen let go of his hand: "If possible, I would like to go back to the Demon Sect and find a way to rescue that Buddha cultivator in return."

"Besides, there are still many righteous monks imprisoned in the Demon Sect's dungeon..."

"They actually locked you in the dungeon?" Yan Xing caught the key words and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

My younger brother always loves to be clean. It is hard to imagine how miserable he has been in the dirty dungeon for so many years.

Mozun couldn't see what was going on outside, so Yan Xing could only tilt his head, gouging out the eyes of the elders at the door.

While the latter was trembling, he listened to them continue to discuss how to sneak back to the Demon Realm to save people.

Yan Xing: "The kindness of a drop of water will be repaid by the spring. That Buddha saved you, and we should help him regain his freedom."

"That's it." Yan Xing pondered for a moment, then looked at the elders: "These people are useless, so I will leave one for you and bring it back to the Demon Realm."

"At that time, you will tell everyone in the Demon Sect that Demon Venerable has obtained the inheritance of the secret realm, but only temporarily stayed in the secret realm, and it will take time to refine it, so he did not go back with you."

"I'm going back to find Xianzong, please help the suzerain and master."

"After you go to the Demon Realm, find that Buddhist cultivator, take care of yourself, wait for me to send you a message, and don't act rashly."

What is useless?Why leave one?Guardian Zuo glared at Yan Xing, while the rest of the elders were trembling.

Like chickens waiting to be slaughtered, Yan Xing glanced at them wantonly, choosing which one to keep.

Yan Chen watched this scene quietly.

After many years of experience, the innocent and high-spirited young man finally got his hands stained with blood when he descended the mountain.

But this blood is the blood of the wicked, and Yan Xing's heart is still a pure heart of protection.

It's just that his eyes have become sharper than in the past, and his acting style has become more decisive... And all of this, why didn't all of this come into being after experiencing some things that he didn't know about?

Yan Xing was the first to kill Zuo Hufa.

When he was waiting on the ninth floor, he often saw how the other party yelled at his brother through the surveillance of the skyscraper tower.

After taking care of Guardian Zuo with his own hands, his anger subsided, and Yan Xing threw the others into the ninth floor of the skyscraper tower.

These people, the first eight floors almost all rely on Yan Chen to clear the customs.

Their belongings were devoured by Yan Chen, and they had no way to save their lives.

In the end, the lucky one who was left behind was an elder with a relatively quiet personality, a man of few words, whose cultivation base was in the middle stage of Xuxu practice, and who claimed to be surnamed Tang.

Yan Xing persuaded him with kind words to cooperate with Yan Chen's performance after returning to the Demon Realm.

The fate of the others was right in front of them. No matter what Elder Tang thought in his heart, on the surface, he nodded repeatedly, and agreed immediately, which was very persuasive.

Yan Xing smiled in satisfaction: "You are wise."

Saying that, put down the sword across the other party's neck.

Yan Xing escorted Elder Tang, threw the storage ring he found from Zuo Hufa to Yan Chen, and then pulled him, intending to take the two of them out of the secret realm.

Yan Chen remembered something again and stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Yan Xing was not impatient, but asked in confusion.

Yan Chen mulled over his words: "There is one more thing... I want to tell you."

Yan Xing nodded: "You say."

Although he is extroverted, he always seems to have extraordinary patience when dealing with his younger brother.

Facing him like this, it was even more difficult for Yan Chen to speak.

Yan Xing wanted to go back to the Immortal Sect for help, which was reasonable. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't beat a hundred with one, not to mention that there were far more than a hundred high-level monks in the Demon Realm.

However, on the Xunxianzong side, there is still an undercover agent of the Demon Sect, and their good master, Ji Mingyou, is here.

When the two brothers first came down from the mountain and worshiped in the Xunxianzong, they were recognized by Ji Mingyou's eyes and accepted as disciples.

Yan Chen is not bad, he treats people with kindness, but because of his cultivation of secret art, he is actually hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and he and everyone in Xunxianzong are just acquaintances.

Although Yan Xing traveled around later on, he had a lot of affection for the disciples of the Xunxian Sect, especially the head of the sect, and his master Ji Mingyou.

The two brothers have depended on each other for life since childhood. Although the remnant soul of their ancestors taught them to enter the Tao, it only took two short years.

In their world, care from parents and elders is missing.

As for Ji Mingyou, after seeing clearly which of the two brothers' natures was closer, he focused most of his attention on Yan Xing.

Yan Xing treats him not only with respect and love for his master as a disciple, but also as a junior, with admiration for his elders.

If Ji Mingyou's mask is exposed...

Xu Shi saw that he remained silent and still had a solemn expression on his face, Yan Xing couldn't help laughing: "If there is anything, you can speak it with confidence and boldly."

"Now that you and I are reunited, brothers are of one heart, and their profits cut through gold, there is nothing to be afraid of anymore."

He smiled very brightly, and there was a bit of youthfulness on his cold face, as if he was wandering in the mountains when he was young, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Chen sighed leisurely: "Brother, do you know who leaked the secret when the Demon Lord came to find the Immortal Sect to arrest me?"

Yan Xing was taken aback, and recalled for a moment: "Master said, it's the medicine boy in your cave..."

The drug boy was personally admitted by Yan Xing looking at the other party, and he had already been dealt with by Ji Mingyou.

But seeing Yan Chen's expression at this moment, Yan Xing became uncertain: "Could it be that there is someone else?"

Yan Chen nodded slightly: "It's Ji Mingyou."

"He is an undercover agent placed by the Demon Realm in Xunxianzong."

Yan Xing looked stunned, his first reaction was that it was impossible, Master has always cared for the two of them, how could it be...

But the person who said this was his twin brother.

Even if Yan Chen doesn't know the secret art, putting him and Ji Mingyou together, what Yan Xing chooses to believe will still be Yan Chen.

What's more, Tianji Technique has the ability to see everything.

Yan Xing's throat was blocked and he couldn't speak.

He thought of the resources he gave to the demon world through Ji Mingyou time and time again in the past; he remembered the stupid way he treated Ji Mingyou with respect...

A knife stabbed by a close person often goes deeper and hurts more than a pure enemy.

Unknowingly, Yan Xing clenched his fists.

At this moment, his hatred for Ji Mingyou far surpassed his hatred for Mozun.

The spiritual energy around him was rioting, and a little scarlet color appeared from the bottom of Yan Xing's eyes, and his eyes were blinded by hatred.

"Brother? Brother? Yan Xing?" Yan Chen called twice, seeing that he didn't respond, he glanced at Elder Tang who was secretly excited.

Changed his mouth and called: "Yan Xing."

"Yan Xingxing! Wake up!" Yan Chen raised his hand to gather the water spirit energy in the air, and a large amount of water poured down from the top of Yan Xing's head, drenching him all over.

Yan Xing shivered and woke up.

He wailed for the first time: "How do you remember this name?!" The ancestors killed him!

Yan Chen glanced at him: Don't call you that, let you breed demons?

Yan Xing looked away guiltily, his eyes fell on Elder Tang, he immediately put on a straight face, learned the classic quotations from the story book, and said imposingly:

"You didn't hear anything, understand?"

"Uh..." Elder Tang was at a loss for a moment, and under the gaze of Yan Xing's dead fish eyes, he nodded frantically: "Understood, understood!"

"Very good." Yan Xing smiled with satisfaction.

It's just that what Yan Chen said filled his heart with dark clouds, and at the same time he worried that he would show his flaws in front of Ji Mingyou.

——Ji Mingyou was able to lurk in Xunxianzong for so many years, and no one discovered it, obviously there is some means.

If you expose him directly, the head may not believe it.

However, Yan Xing has always been used to showing his worries, love and hatred on his face.

After learning the truth, he is destined to be unable to face Ji Mingyou like before.

"Brother, you know me..." Yan Xing rolled his eyes and looked at Yan Chen pitifully with a bitter face.

In the past, he would only show such an expression when he asked Yan Chen to cooperate with him to do something he didn't want to do.

Yan Chen couldn't help laughing: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Xing coughed and said, "Let me go to the Demon Realm alone, I'm inevitably worried. It's just right, let me go this time."

Elder Tang who was listening: "?"

Why is their Demon Realm your back garden? Whoever wants to go can go?

Elder Tang was persuading Lai Lai in his heart, thinking that Yan Xing would go with him, and then he would call everyone in the sect, and worry about not being able to beat the two brats?

But Yan Chen seemed to realize something: "Is it still the same as before?"

Yan Xing nodded, his eyes were slightly bright, and he looked a little excited, but Elder Tang looked at it but felt bad.

Afterwards, he heard Yan Chen introduce the internal situation of the Demon Sect like a tour guide.

The Immortal Demon Palace is the Demon Lord's residence, the location of the dungeon, and where is the Demon Lord's spare dungeon access token...

As well as the entrance to the dungeon, the location of the Buddha who saved him, his appearance, and so on.

Elder Tang: "..."

It turns out that there are spare access tokens in the dungeon?

Bah, bah, bah, should he be concerned about this?

Elder Tang looked at Yan Chen, his eyes widened: He calculated these things one by one?

But he didn't close his eyes at all!

While Elder Tang doubted his life, Yan Chen finished introducing everything in detail, raised his hand together with Yan Xing, and his body shone with light.

Originally Yan Chen wore white clothes and Yan Xing wore black clothes.

Now he was dressed in black and Yan Xing was dressed in white.

The style is exactly the same as that of the other party.

Elder Tang: "..." His face gradually turned grim.

"Hold the broken sword, let's go out of the secret realm first." Yan Xing handed the sword in his hand to Yan Chen, and took out another sword.

Yan Chen took the sword, and caressed the blade with his fingers: "I said long ago that it is about to produce a sword spirit, and you still call it a broken sword, be careful that it will run away with me later."

Yan Xing laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter! It means it has good eyesight!"

"And how nice is Broken Sword?" This is the name he came up with after three days of hard thinking and meditation after reading countless truth-cultivation scriptures.

Yan Xing: "Even if it ran away with you, you are not allowed to change its name. Maybe it also likes this name?"

After all, it has been used for so many years.

As soon as Yan Xing's words fell, the broken sword was in Yan Chen's hand, and let out a clear cry, as if expressing protest.

Yan Xing: "..."

The two brothers had another discussion on Po Jian's name. In the end, Yan Chen had reservations—that is, he had no objection.

Just like when the two were young, exchanging identities was amusing.

Although Yan Chen didn't quite understand the fun, but since he was a child, he has always cooperated with Yan Xing's various whimsical ideas.

Unexpectedly, today, the half-baked swordsmanship he learned for him, and the nonsense skills that Yan Xing practiced, can be of some use.

Yan Xing took Yan Chen out of the secret realm.

Outside of the South China Sea, many people did not leave, probably wanting to squat here to see who can get the inheritance.

The three avoided these people and stayed away from the South China Sea.

When they parted, Yan Chen raised his brows, guarding the broken sword, his demeanor gradually became cold and sharp, showing his sharpness.

Yan Xing used the disguise technique left by his ancestors to dye his hair white - if it was just an illusion, people might see through it.

This kind of camouflage in the physical sense is actually more difficult for practitioners who are used to scanning with their spiritual sense to discover.

Following Yan Chen's example, he asked Elder Tang to lead the way with a calm expression, and returned to the Demon Realm.

Elder Tang always walked in front of him, his back was defenseless, he held the door of life in his hands, and he didn't dare to disobey him.

The two used the rhetoric that Yan Xing had thought up before, and after simply perfunctory the other elders, they went to get the token and came to the entrance of the dungeon.

Elder Tang claimed that he was sent to monitor "Yan Chen".

The magic soldiers looked at Yan Xing strangely, let them pass, and led them to the cell where Yan Chen was staying before.

After he left, Yan Xing looked at the environment in the cell - the old blood stains on the corner of the wall and on the ground, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Elder Tang felt the dangerous aura emanating from him, and he complained incessantly.

At the same time, he couldn't bear to curse the elders of the sect: No matter how good Yan Xing pretended to be, he could still see the flaws if he looked carefully, why didn't they find out?

——He completely ignored the fact that the elders who stayed in the sect didn't have much contact with Yan Chen.

After all, his younger brother also left here, Yan Xing calmed down and was going to find the Buddhist cultivator.

On the opposite side, watching him make Elder Tang open the cell door again, Song Wenxuan looked shocked, and automatically understood Elder Tang as a disguised demon cultivator.

Seeing that "Yan Chen" was about to walk out, Song Wenxuan wanted to wave his hand, but his hand was restrained by the spirit-binding lock, unable to move.

He could only blink wildly: "Little brother!"

Song Wenxuan shouted in a breathy voice: "Little brother! Save me too! It's not easy for the two of you to break out of the devil world, take me with you! I'm a formation cultivator!"

"I can even trap the devil for at least half an hour, so I can help you!"

Yan Xing frowned and looked at him: "Wait a few days, I can't open the door of this cell."

Song Wenzhen was taken aback, waved his hands, and said with a smile of "I don't know you yet", "Little brother, you are too modest."

"With your teeth, how can this cell door be an obstacle to you?"

Yan Xing: "??"

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The author says:

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