Zhanxian

People are still talking about the killings of new executioners, but Yang Chen is sensing the heat flow in his body. The kung fu of the Elderly Demon is correct, at least so far nothing has gone wrong, just don't know how effective it is yet.

Back in his own small courtyard, Yang Chen flipped out a colorful stone from under the grinder. If anyone could see it, they wouldn't know what it was. Only Yang Chen knew that these colorful stones were used by the Immortals of the Hereafter to test the Heavenly Root of the Apostle. The innate roots are doomed, and the only thing that can change is the innate roots.

Hands up, the colorful stones hardly changed, but if you look closely, the red light is so faint that you can't even see it. It also means that the afterlife has really undergone a very slight change. After all, killing only one person, trying to drastically change the root of the spirit, is too much. At the very least, however, this proved to be effective.

With tens of thousands of years of practice experience in Yang Chen, he also did not find any damage to his body, let alone any hidden dangers. In other words, there's really nothing wrong with this technique for the time being. The most amazing thing is that this method does not increase the spiritual power, it does not refine the Yuan God, even if practiced, it is still an ordinary person, without committing the taboo of heaven, entering the Cutting Sendai, there is still enough opportunity.

Beginning in the second half of the year, banditry has been rampant everywhere. In the annoying circumstances, the court gave strong orders directly to all regions to catch the bandits and take a stand! Under unprecedented hardship, many bandits can be caught almost daily everywhere. First a few, then a dozen, two dozen, in a few days, began to catch forty fifty.

In the county, besides the old executioner who complained about the illness, there is currently only one executioner in Yang Chen, who is responsible for cutting off dozens of heads every day in Yang Chen. At first, people were interested in watching the crime scene, and then they saw that no one else had this leisure.

“I have no grievances with you in the past, no animosity in recent days, I have been ordered to act under my duty, and I have sinned!” Before each execution, Yang Chen would say something like this. The words are clear, cause and effect do not get involved. Just a few days later, Yang Chen had already said unusually familiar.

Clicking, Yang Chen swung a knife to chop off a human head, blood sprayed directly from the neck cavity without a head, but Yang Chen did not contaminate a drop. This is the result of his careful training, hundreds of heads, which has given him the technique of not contaminating a little bit of blood after cutting his head off.

Yang Chen took a long breath, as if the corpse contained the essence of life, and also inhaled Yang Chen's body with this long breath. It has been operated hundreds of times, the time flowed again, bringing this fine qi to the limb wreckage quickly, moisturizing Yang Chen's body and changing Yang Chen's spiritual root.

There was no hesitation on the part of his men. Yang Chen was like a skilled worker on a pipeline, walking to the second prisoner, beheading, inhaling, doing his work, then the third, fourth...

Forty-five bandits actually wanted to behead that day. Yang Chen finished the last one, and his body was already full of strength. After a careful sensation of the physical changes, Yang Chen shook his head slightly. The essence of human life, however absorbed, does not seem to be of great use unless tens of thousands of thousands are killed, perhaps with obvious results.

However, Yang Chen thought it was of little use, but in the eyes of others, it was a completely different matter. Perhaps it is the reason for that method. After each killing, Yang Chen will have a strong smell of blood on his body and will not dissipate for a long time. The whole man, like crawling out of the sea of blood, was overwhelmed with ferocity. Needless to say, even ordinary people, even the soldiers around the court, saw Yang Chen, also unconsciously turned his head and let go of his eyes.

Walking down the street, the residents of the city dared not even look at Yang Chen, but were afraid to avoid it. As long as Yang Chen appeared, it was almost the scene of an empty alley of 10,000 people. This also saved Yang Chen a lot of trouble, at least nobody dared to come looking for Yang Chen's bad luck. Even if they despise Yang Chen again, they won't dare say half the inappropriate words in person.

Morning break, beheaded at noon, boxing practice in the afternoon, regular day after a month, Yang Chen also absorbed a lot of the life essence of death row inmates. Though he failed to achieve what he wanted most, the benefits of physical blood alone had added to his boxing skills.

On this day, Yang Chen was executed from the court. On his way home, he saw the sky full of red and xia. It's very strange today, just after noon, there's Evening Summer, and Evening Summer is all over the sky, and the color is also blood like red.

After seeing this scene, Yang Chen finally smiled on his face. I've waited so long for this day. Full of blood, this was only known when Yang Chen's predecessors flew into the fairy realm. On this day, it corresponds to the dramatic transformation of the heavens.

After dinner, Yang Chen entered Dreamland early. It's strange to say that no matter what people do, they fall asleep early that night. Even elsewhere, not on the bed, all of a sudden came wildly, searching for a place, all in dreams.

“Yang Chen, are you the executioner?” In his sleep, Yang Chen suddenly heard a break in drinking.

“Exactly, my lord!” After hearing this question, Yang Chen quickly climbed out of bed and answered to the void. Only then did Yang Chen realize that he was no longer in the original room.

“As long as you're on death row, how dare you? Can you cut them all?” The voice asks another question.

“As long as I'm on death row, I dare to do it, I can do it!” Yang Chen replied with no hesitation and pride.

“Follow me!” The owner of the voice never showed up, but just sent a majestic voice: “Go to court, cut off the prisoner!” The voice is filled with the hegemony of a superior, making it impossible to refuse.

“Yes, my lord!” Yang Chen didn't even want to think about it. He promised to follow a path that suddenly appeared in front of him and walked up. Shortly afterwards, we saw a courtroom that brought many people together.

I don't know when, Yang Chen's costume has been changed to the suit of his executioner on the court. A soldier who could not see his face, with a bloody red ghost knife in his hands, arrived in front of Yang Chen. Yang Chen reached out and grabbed it. As soon as the customary knife body was vertical, his fingers touched it along the blade. Before you behead, at least see if the knife is sharp enough.

“Brother, can I talk to you for a second?” Just after trying the sharpness of the test blade, the belt was gently pulled, and a very pleasant sound was heard.

Yang Chen turned his head, but found a fat man with big fat ears, dressed in silk satin, one hand was gently pulling his belt, the other hand quietly reached into Yang Chen's hand, a fat hand, an ingot at least ten taels of gold Yuanbao appeared in the palm of his hand.