Zhanxian

As a backup, Yang Chen faced a major negative emotional aggression each time he released the demonic vine fiction. The taste was really unbearable, irritable, sad, desperate, hateful, painful, sour, different and different. Every time it tasted different, each time it made Yang Chen want to die.

Each time, Yang Chen persisted. Although he almost made his impulse jump several times, Yang Chen eventually persisted.

Unlike the first time he was rescued in time by Sanqing, the main reason Yang Chen persisted in these days was the strength of his own will, which had nothing to do with Sanqing. Every time Yang Chen is carrying that negative emotion, trying to figure it out, trying to control himself will not do stupid things.

Every time Yang Chen experienced a demon trick, the demon vine shadow was weak by a few points. After dozens of such situations, the size of the original ten square circle has been reduced by at least half.

At this rate, a few dozen more times, not even that many times, the demon vine phantom will disappear completely. Obviously, without supplementation, the demonic vine fiction cannot be tortured for long. And Yang Chen, if he wishes, can even consume all the demonic vine fiction at once.

Obviously, Yang Chen didn't want to do that. It was easy to feel the strength of some demons. He could still try to overcome them. How could he let go of such an opportunity?

In this way, Yang Chen's eyes began to cast on the big demon beads in the separate Kun bag. The magic bead is surrounded by a thick black gas, and it has been subjected to a concentrated magic, which can definitely add to this demonic vine fiction.

Just say dry, Yang Chen is not afraid to destroy the Demon Sha Zhu, anyway, Yang Chen is not planning to take it, direct divine knowledge to the Demon Sha Zhu, and begin to wildly absorb that black gas.

As Yang Chen expected, it was after a concentrated high concentration of magic, quickly replenished the consumption of demonic vine fiction, allowing demonic vine fiction to regain its original ten square circle size.

However, before replenishing the magic, Yang Chen did not forget to let Taitianmen's young master Li Liheng taste the same taste. Li Liheng's divine sense imprint, sturdy enough to let a certain cane of demonic vine fiction smoke a note.

Li Liheng, far from the other continent, suddenly entered a nightmare, and the whole person became hysterical, manic, and even gave a sword to those around him.

Unless Li Li Heng is not far away, there is often an elder watching, and Li Liheng will definitely be able to slaughter his neighbors. Even in time, the elder died a servant, and even his favorite Yang Lan was stabbed with his own sword, although his injuries were minor.

The extraordinary performance of Li Li Heng is fundamentally an exorcism during the practice. Master Li Gan and other core elders gathered next to Li Liheng to discuss how to solve the problem with concern.

Everyone is a master, Li Li Liheng's heart demon is obviously the focus of Taitianmen's core high level of attention and cultivation in recent decades. He has not experienced any experience at all, and his heart is not strong enough to cause it. Perhaps it's time for Li Li Hung to go for a walk and practice.

Young master goes out of the mountains, always busy with his hands and feet. And Li Li Heng is now the baby of Taitianmen, why can't he tolerate a little flash. So, how to arrange Li Liheng's experience, without any problems, becomes a problem for Taitianmen senior.

Yang Chen didn't care how much trouble Li Li Heng and Taitianmen would cause. He just aroused for a moment and didn't forget to have some fun with Taitianmen. After giving Li Li Liheng a moment, Yang Chen began his own grinding plan.

Almost several times a day, Yang Chen went through more than six months. Once the magic of the demonic vine fiction is insufficient, Yang Chen will actively absorb the magic from the demonic beads to strengthen the demonic vine fiction. The whole process is very familiar and doesn't even require Yang Chen spending too much brain.

The grinding of the mind is not less difficult than the grinding of the body and the accumulation of battle experience. Over the past six months, Yang Chen seems to have undergone countless soul baptisms, spiritually like a change of bone. The troubles accumulated in this life seem to have disappeared over the course of these six months of practice.

The demonic vine fiction is already very weak. Yang Chen habitually absorbs magic directly from the demonic beads in the bag, but this time his divine knowledge explores, but absorbs a sky.

Surprised, Yang Chen took out the demon bead and was surprised again. Originally haunted by black gas, the magic beads are now golden, and there is no feeling of black gas wrapping around.

Unconsciously, Yang Chen had absorbed the demon gas from such a large demon bead clean, and even the small one was not spared, and the cleanliness of the treatment slipped away. Likewise, Ding Big Sha Zhu also became golden, like a tiny pill of Dan.

The golden magic beads even exude a fragrance that must be immersed in them. Unlike the soul that used to entice people to swallow, it's purely a taste.

What's going on here? Isn't that what Magic Beads are supposed to do? Yang Chen had never seen the demon beads handled before, nor could he tell what was going on with his hands.

Now that the magic has been absorbed clean, and the calculation of the days is almost time to reunite with the four wives, Yang Chensong Sex will shrink into a small group of demonic vine fiction sealed with the Wisdom Silk again, ready to rise and rush to the gathering point, just along the way to find out about the Demon Pearl. Believe there will be a lot of people at that gathering who know what's going on with Demon Beads.

It was Yang Chen's style to say dry, and soon Yang Chen appeared in that gathering point. Less than a month away from the day of the gathering, Yang Chen was too lazy to go out again, and found a room to settle directly in this gathering point like Daomonfang City.

“Master, help me see what grade this magic bead is.” I found a shop specializing in the Demon Beads business, and Yang Chen pulled out a gold Demon Bead the size of the little thumbtip and put it in a jade plate on the desktop. The rounded magic beads immediately rolled up in the plate.

“So small?” Yang Chen disturbed the sleeping master cabinet, very dissatisfied, walked up from the back, distant and impatient muttered, but immediately glared at his eyes, full of incredible expression, and burst into the counter.

“A pure golden magic bead, how is that possible?” After carefully observing again to confirm that there was no forgery, the master cabinet screamed directly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)