A strange smell? Yang Zhen did feel a strange smell, and it was very strong.

It seems that this place is not an emperor's tomb, but a place of death.

Throughout the ages, countless legends have shown that there is no so-called place of death in the world. The so-called place of death is just an ideal state. Without the correct method and strong power, it can be passed down as a rumor.

As long as you have the right response method and extremely powerful strength, you can fight your way out even in the most dangerous places.

But Yang Zhen had a feeling that once that kind of aura erupted, everyone here would die! As if to confirm what Chen Xiaotian said, everyone's face turned ugly.

Yang Zhen showed a look of doubt on his face, stared at Shu Ya and asked: "Do you know something?"

Shu Ya stared at Yang Zhen with a serious expression and said, "Before that, I need to know how you triggered the magic pattern!"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "You can say it or not, the life and death of the people here has nothing to do with me anyway."

"What about the entire Great Wilderness, and the Three Flowers Holy Land?" Shu Ya shouted angrily, staring at Yang Zhen with murderous intent on his face.

Yang Zhen sneered and said, "You old man, you don't have to use the Three Flowers Holy Land to suppress me. Over the years, what have I ever been afraid of?"

"Are you afraid of the powerful emperor?" Chen Xiaotian's face flashed with a gloomy and uncertain look.

"Afraid!"

Yang Zhen answered straightforwardly, leaving Chen Xiaotian confused. He then sneered and said, "Are you afraid of the Emperor Realm Puppet Demon, who is even more terrifying than the Emperor Realm?"

Hearing this name, Yang Zhen's face flashed with a trace of doubt, and he said: "I'm really not afraid, because I have never heard of it. What is an Emperor Realm Puppet Demon?"

At this time, Shu Ya suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Legend has it that demon cultivators have a kind of martial arts that was passed down from the wilderness. It is extremely insidious and vicious. After practicing to the extreme, the whole body can no longer be considered as one's own, but is composed of countless puppet demons. If you are not mistaken, the aura in front of you should be the puppet demon of the emperor level!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped, especially those demon cultivators. Their faces changed drastically and they quickly retreated. Many of them even turned around and ran without making any sound. They ran so cleanly that everyone looked confused.

The Emperor Realm Puppet Demon, that is the name of the Demon Realm, Taoist practitioners have never heard of it.

However, despite this, when they saw the demonic cultivator running away, the Taoist cultivators all showed looks of surprise and doubt on their faces and their eyes fell on Yang Zhen.

The face of the Nine Dragon Saint was also solemn. He turned to look at the cheap cat and asked, "Strange, I seem to have heard of this kind of thing called the Puppet Demon somewhere."

The mean cat sneered and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. They're just a bunch of bugs."

Hearing that it was just a group of insects, Yang Zhen immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, these two bastards talk nonsense all day long, and there is not a single word they say that can be believed. A bunch of bugs make them say they are omnipotent and want to destroy the entire Wilderness. Do you think that we monks in the Wilderness are just crops?

However, after hearing Jianmao's words, before the Taoists around could breathe a sigh of relief, Shuya sneered and said, "Yes, they are just a group of insects. But if you knew that these insects were more terrifying than the blood-grinding demons, I wonder if you would still be so dismissive."

"What's there to be afraid of about demon blood? I have killed countless demon cultivators, and their blood has dyed my clothes red. Am I still fine?"

A Taoist monk showed a look of disdain on his face and laughed loudly. The people around him immediately followed suit and started talking.

"Yeah, a bunch of bugs is nothing. A little bit of devil blood, to be honest, I did get devil blood on my face, but nothing happened, didn't it?"

"This group of demon cultivators only know how to bluff, but in the end they are still..."

Before the third Taoist finished speaking, he heard a cold snort. Then, a flash of blood appeared in the air, and the heads of the three people disappeared.

"What you saw was this kind of devil blood?"

Chen Xiaotian said expressionlessly without moving at all.

Chen Xiaotian didn't move at all, but he easily killed three Saint Realm powerhouses. Aren't these Saint Realm powerhouses too weak in front of the Lord?

Everyone felt a palpitation in their heart. The feeling of facing death but being unable to resist almost made people collapse.

But the next moment, everyone took a breath.

The three headless monks actually began to melt slowly, starting from their necks. They gradually melted into a pool of blood and finally disappeared into the soil.

Seeing this scene, everyone took two steps back in horror, looking at Chen Xiaotian in disbelief.

The Nine Dragon Saint narrowed his eyes and said gloomily: "The Heavenly Demon disintegrates!"

Yang Zhen had never thought that Chen Xiaotian would use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration to this extent.

The blood of the devil, this is the blood of the devil, the kind of devil that can be resurrected as long as a trace of blood is left! When Yang Zhen saw the blood of the devil, he knew that this matter was troublesome.

Those puppet insects are even more terrifying than the blood of the Heavenly Demon? Doesn't that mean that if one insect escapes, another imperial puppet will be resurrected? What kind of ghost thing is this that can cultivate such a technique? At this moment, a hysterical scream appeared, scaring everyone.

"Bugs...bugs!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Screams cut through the sky, and everyone looked in the direction the pale-faced monk was pointing and immediately gasped.

On the top of the mountain, a group of insects suddenly rushed out. They were so dense that it made people feel uncomfortable.

“Run!”

Chen Xiaotian shouted angrily and rushed outside first.

Seeing that the Lord had run away, those demon cultivators dared not stay any longer. Almost everyone used the fastest speed in their lives and rushed out quickly.

The face of the Nine Dragon Saint turned pale, and he cried out in shock: "Oh no, boy, run! This is a soul-eating insect! It's a soul-eating insect!"

"What?" The mean cat glared, dug the grass, turned around and ran: "Run, how can there be such a weird thing as the Soul Devouring Insect nowadays?"

Soul-eating insects? Another thing I haven't heard of.

However, it should be the same thing as the puppet worm that Chen Xiaotian mentioned.

Run away first!

Yang Zhen jumped up and rushed out with Jiulong, Jianmao and Saoji. Soon they rushed to Chen Xiaotian.

Chen Xiaotian and Shu Yai looked at Yang Zhen in confusion as he ran away. They looked at each other with extremely uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

This bastard Yang Zhen is too fast!

After the first scream was heard, the entire Slug Bank Mountain instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, with shadows of soul-eating insects everywhere.

Wherever the soul-eating insects pass, countless lives are destroyed and blood flows for thousands of miles.

Just as Yang Zhen was running away, an extremely huge figure appeared in the air among the countless Taoist and demonic cultivators, and roared, "It's you!"

The voice was hoarse and shrill, as if it came from the underworld, making people feel creepy.

(End of this chapter)