They laughed. Chen Xiaotian and Shu Yai really laughed. They laughed heartily and in a naughty way.

In the golden demonic energy, Yang Zhen looked at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya outside with a confused look on his face. He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the two were laughing at.

In the crowd, Jianmao looked at Chen Xiaotian and Shuya blankly, and asked the Nine Dragon Saint beside him, "Are these two crazy?"

The Nine Dragon Saint had a gloomy expression. He stared at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya and said solemnly, "These two people are laughing so shamelessly. There must be something going on."

The mean cat curled his lips and said, "We haven't heard any ghost howling from Yang kid yet, what could have happened? Even if he did, it could be that he was pretending. If he wanted to pretend, no one could stop him, and no one could see it, unless he wanted others to see it."

Upon hearing this, the Nine Dragon Saint nodded with deep concern and said, "That's true, but...what exactly is going on?"

At this time, Shu Ya had a playful look on his face. He looked at the golden devil energy and said, "Boy, since the beginning of the wilderness, I don't know how many Taoists have coveted the power of my devil cultivators and wanted to cultivate both the devil and the way. But guess how many people have succeeded in all these years?"

At this point, Shu Ya shook his head and said, "Forget it. Guessing how many people succeeded seems too complicated. Why don't you guess how many people survived?"

After hearing Shu Ya's words, the faces of the people around him were filled with shock and confusion.

Practicing both the magic and the devil at the same time sounds incredible. If someone succeeds, wouldn't they be able to walk sideways in the Demon Realm and the main world? It's a terrifying thing to think about, but Shu Ya could say it so easily, which shows how difficult this thing is.

No one has even heard of anyone who would be crazy enough to cultivate the power of magic.

Another thing that confused everyone was how Yang Zhen was related to the evil cultivator Qi Xiu?

Could it be that Yang Zhen wanted to refine the magic energy in the golden magic energy? This was simply courting death. How could Yang Zhen be such an ignorant person? Yang Zhen was certainly not an ignorant person, but Shu Ya was not an idiot either. So what happened? Hearing Shu Ya's words, the whole face of the mean cat fell, and he said, "Damn, these two old guys are really making trouble. I wonder if their level of making trouble can compare with that of Yang kid. Yang kid cheats people all day long. Don't let others cheat you in the end."

“The problem lies with the golden demonic energy. Who knows what this golden demonic energy is?” The Nine Dragon Saint spoke as a look of surprise and doubt flashed across his face.

Yang Zhen also understood that the reason why Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian were so confident was obviously because he had entered the golden demonic energy.

But...what the hell is this golden evil energy?

Chen Xiaotian walked towards the golden evil spirit step by step, with a playful look on his face, and said: "Boy, you may not know the origin of this golden evil spirit, so let me explain it to you, otherwise you will die without knowing what you died in."

At this point, Chen Xiaotian glanced at Shu Ya who was following him, and said, "These golden demonic energies are the power of the Demon Emperor that is naturally released after the death of a powerful emperor. Even if a demon cultivator enters it, he will be refined into nothingness. Unless he has extremely special means, otherwise... he will definitely die!"

Hearing this, everyone around gasped.

The power of the Demon Emperor! And it was the power that was naturally released after the Demon Emperor died?

These powers are almost between the power of heaven and earth and the power of the Demon Emperor. How can ordinary people touch and refine them?

No wonder Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian laughed like that, it turned out that the problem was indeed with this golden evil energy.

Yang Zhen exclaimed, stared at the two people who were getting closer and closer, and said, "Damn it, no wonder I feel hotter and hotter, it turns out that this golden evil spirit is causing trouble."

One is that there is indeed an emperor's tomb in this place, and the other is that Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya happen to have mastered the method to refine this golden demonic energy.

Those golden threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye entered Yang Zhen's body almost in the blink of an eye. This time, not only did they separate his internal organs, but even his meridians wanted to be cut inch by inch. Once these things exploded, let alone the Dragon Elephant Shocking Prison Body, even the Emperor Body would be finished in minutes.

Yang Zhen forced himself to endure the tremendous pain and circulated the strength in his body to resist the invasion of the golden threads. His face became more and more uncomfortable, and his whole face was distorted. He stared at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya with a look as if he wanted to eat them. Everyone around him was so scared that they all took a step back, fearing that they would be corroded by the golden evil energy if they were not careful.

Both Cheap Cat and Saint Nine Dragons showed anxious looks on their faces and wanted to rush forward, but thinking that they might be refined into nothingness as soon as they rushed forward, and they would not be able to hold out as long as Yang Zhen, they gave up and could only stand by and worry.

Chen Xiaotian seemed to be in a much better mood. He walked into the golden devil energy step by step with an expression of enjoyment. He stared at Yang Zhen for a long while and said, "Boy, I don't want to kill you anymore."

Yang Zhen stared at Chen Xiaotian fiercely, and said word by word with difficulty: "You'd better kill me."

Chen Xiaotian laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "What a fearless young man! Death is nothing more than a piece of cake for me, but pain is what brings me the greatest interest. So, you should also think of a way to see if you can absorb and refine some of the golden devil energy, so that I can witness the birth of a remarkable person who transcends the times. Otherwise... I will teach you the method of refining the golden devil energy?"

Shu Ya laughed loudly, nodded and said, "That's a good idea. I haven't been so interested in this for many years."

The demon cultivators around all laughed. Not to mention Yang Zhen, even they, who had been practicing demon cultivation techniques since childhood and had mastered the method of refining the golden demonic energy, did not dare to rush in and refine and absorb it. If Yang Zhen could succeed, that would be incredible.

Except for the demon cultivators, all the other Taoist cultivators present had angry looks on their faces, staring at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya fiercely.

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In the face of justice, personal grudges are trivial matters. Killing is not the right path. Chen Xiaotian and Shu Yai tortured Yang Zhen so much that almost everyone couldn't stand it anymore.

But this is normal. Almost all demonic cultivators have problems with their brains. These people do all kinds of evil. It is abnormal for them to sit down and drink wine, drink tea, and chat with Taoists.

"Dig the grass, kid, can you hold on? If not, get out and don't get yourself into trouble."

The mean cat cried strangely and looked at Yang Zhen with a rare look of worry on its face.

The chicken on the side was eager to try, and if it wasn't for the Saint of Nine Dragons holding it back, it would have probably flown over.

Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian seemed to have lost interest in ridiculing Yang Zhen. They each found a place and began to refine the golden demonic energy. Before long, dark golden light emanated from their bodies.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly took a deep breath, sat down on the ground with a plop, and seemed unable to hold on any longer.

Countless people exclaimed in surprise, but only the bastard Jianmao had sharp eyes and noticed the details.

If he really couldn't hold on, would Yang Zhen still have the energy to avoid those sharp stones when he sat on the ground? "Damn, this bastard is really pretending again."

As he spoke, the mean cat showed an excited look, but his face revealed a look of deep hatred and grief. He wailed and cried out with compassion: "Yang Zhen, you can't die, ah ah, you are going to die, what should I...what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)