Guess what? Yang Chen didn't want to answer this question from the Great Eater, but he thought that the Great Eater had lost all his memories, only some instincts were left, and the only one who was close to him was himself. Explain it to him and give him a little more life experience.
If other cultivators knew that Yang Chen, a young immortal junior, was actually pitying a master who was too high as a golden immortal, it would definitely make more than half of the cultivators who had heard of it dropped their jaws. And the remaining half must be a mouthful to Yang Chen without saying a word, a master of the dignified Jinxian, who can be looked up to by a little human fairy like you? Still poor? Do you know who you are
But Yang Chen's current thoughts are really pitiful. Even if it is a demon clan, but a dignified master was inexplicably imprisoned and sealed, and even his memory was erased. If Yang Chen had not discovered the secret of Guqin, he did not know how long it would have been sealed. Such a master, who should have been all-powerful in the world, but now he doesn't even know who he is, isn't it worth pity
The Great Eater doesn't have a name yet, and Yang Chen just calls his predecessors. You must know that Yang Chen intends to use the Great Food Immortal Insect as the treasure of the Chunyang Palace. At least for a thousand years, he can keep the Chunyang Palace standing. Such a master, of course, the smarter the better, Yang Chen doesn't mind spending some time to slowly teach the Great Eater some things.
The communication between the two is carried out by the use of spiritual thoughts, and others do not know at all. In the eyes of the monks who were fighting, Yang Chen and the Great Eater were simply trophies, waiting for the victor to reach out and take them. The one with the worst cultivation base here is also a few small realms higher than the fourth-grade immortals of Yang Chen's district, and no one will take him seriously.
Everyone's battles are very tacit, and none of them are near Yang Chen and the Great Eater. No magic weapon will attack this side without long eyes. No one will involve the two of them in the battle circle. On this crazy battlefield, the two of them were like two people who had nothing to do with it.
There are fewer and fewer monks alive on the battlefield, but there are more monks' bodies on the bodies of those immortal-eating insects in Gourd Valley. Blood was everywhere, and scattered stumps and broken magic weapons were also scattered on the ground. In the tragic fight, no one took a second look.
Unlike other people who beat to death, Yang Chen and the Great Eater were chatting very leisurely. The content of their chat is related to this battle.
"Why did they kill each other?" The Great Eater had forgotten so thoroughly that he didn't even understand some simple truths, so Yang Chen could only explain it slowly. What are these people crazy about, what are they fighting for, and so on.
"I can be considered as what they want to compete for?" The Great Eater is very confused: "Aren't they afraid that I will kill them all with my hands?"
"Because they don't know!" Yang Chen gave an answer with a wry smile. With Yang Chen's knowledge and strength of consciousness. Only by the strength of the spiritual veins below can we roughly judge the cultivation realm of the Great Eater, not to mention those crazy guys.
Greed has occupied all their minds, their reason has been deceived, and at the same time, they basically have no chance to carefully observe and analyze the giant worm for a long time, and it is natural for them to make mistakes.
"Senior, you have to have a name, right?" Yang Chen finally felt that it was a bit uncomfortable to call him that. I couldn't help but suggest: "Does it mean that I always call you by the seniors? What should I do if I get mixed up with other elders?"
"I must have had a name in the past, but I just can't remember it." Dashi Xianzhu couldn't see his expression, but the content of the conversation with Yang Chen clearly showed that he was trying to recall: "Call me whatever you want, wait for me. Think again."
"Then forgive me for being disrespectful, let's call you Zong Lao first!" Yang Chen was not polite, and gave the big food fairy a simple name: "When you remember Zong Lao, you will restore your real name. ."
"Okay!" Old Insect, who was still a worm, agreed. Not much to say.
"Here is a magic formula, you can practice it for the old man." Yang Chen immediately gave the old man a copy of the shape-changing formula of the heavenly court: "You can change your body shape, and you can also slightly improve your cultivation."
Insect always had complete and complete trust in Yang Chen, Yang Chen gave him a practice method, and he began to ponder the practice without saying a word.
It is simply too simple for a master of the Supreme Jinxian level to practice the Form Transformation Art. A guy of the eighth rank of Heavenly Immortals like Jinghu only used it for a short while, while the old insect was faster, and he succeeded almost after doing the work once.
The monks on the battlefield are all fighting. No one noticed that the huge immortal-eating insect beside Yang Chen suddenly changed its appearance within a few breaths, turning into a big-eyed youth in black armor. The black armor is also dotted with white lines. The color is exactly the same as that of the worm-eater state.
Interestingly moving hands and feet, the old insect seems to be slowly getting used to his new body. Yang Chen didn't say anything, just watched the old bug adapt.
"Crack noise!" After waiting for the old man to move for a while, he finally got used to his new body. After twisting his neck and making a rattling sound, he whispered to the monks on the battlefield over there.
Old Chong's voice was not loud, at least that was what Yang Chen heard, but in the ears of those monks, there seemed to be a thunderous sound. Boom, the huge sound and the supreme power contained in it suddenly erupted. All the monks who were fighting above the Gourd Valley were all shocked, and then immediately fell into syncope and fell from the air.
The sound of thumping thumping sounded like dumplings. Those unconscious monks should feel fortunate that a thick layer of corpses of immortal-eating insects was spread under the Gourd Valley. For the time being, there will be no fear of life.
Unfortunately, if that's the case, they would be too happy too early. Although Zong Lao has amnesia and is very close to Yang Chen, it does not mean that he is really a good man and a woman. When he first discovered those cultivators, Old Zong planned to solve it himself, but Yang Chen persuaded him to let him watch the play.
Now that no one is performing the play, these guys are naturally useless, and I don't know what tricks the old man used. The dead fairy-eaters where the monks fell, suddenly came back to life, They started to chew wildly, and after a while, those monks, including their various magic weapons, disappeared without a trace.
After devouring the monks, those immortal-eating insects quickly turned into corpses, and then all the immortal-eating insect corpses began to slowly fly towards the old insect's body. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m. to read.
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