Back in his small courtyard, Yang Chen pulled out a multicolored stone from under the grinding table. Even if someone could see it, they wouldn't recognize what it was. Only Yang Chen knew that these colorful stones were originally used by those immortals in later generations to test the disciples' acquired spiritual roots. The innate spiritual root is already doomed, and the only thing that can change is the acquired spiritual root.
With both hands up, the multicolored stone hardly changed at all, but if you look closely, there is a faint trace of red light that is almost impossible to detect. This also means that there has been a slight change in the acquired spirit root. After all, after only killing one person, wanting to drastically change the spiritual root is too child's play. However, at least it has been proved that this method is indeed effective.
Based on Yang Chen's tens of thousands of years of cultivation experience, he has not found any damage to the body when the practice is circulated, and he has not found any hidden dangers. In other words, for the time being, there is really no problem with this practice. The most amazing thing is that this exercise does not increase spiritual power and mana, and it does not temper the primordial spirit. Even if you practice it, you are still an ordinary person, and you will not violate the taboos of heaven, and you will still have enough opportunities to enter the Immortal Slaying Stage.
Since the second half of the year, there have been numerous bandits in various places, and they are inexhaustible. The imperial court was in a state of vexation, and directly gave tough orders to the various places to catch the bandits and execute them! Under the unprecedented toughness, many gangsters can be caught almost every day in various places. At first it was a few, then it became a dozen or twenty, and within a few days, they began to be arrested in forty or fifty.
In the county town, apart from the old executioner who was sick, there was only one executioner, Yang Chen. Every day, Yang Chen was responsible for cutting off dozens of heads. In the beginning, people were still interested in going to the court to observe executions, but after seeing it, no one had such a leisurely mood.
"The injustice has the head, and the debt has the owner. I have no grudges with you in the past, and I have no grudges recently. I am under my duty, and I have been ordered to act. I have offended you!" Before each execution, Yang Chen would say something like this. The words are clear and clear, and the cause and effect will not touch the body. After only a few days of talking, Yang Chen was already very familiar with what he said.
Kacha, Yang Chen chopped off a human head with a knife, and blood spurted directly from the headless neck cavity, but Yang Chen didn't get a drop of it. This is the result of his careful training. With hundreds of human heads, he has mastered the technique of not getting a trace of blood after beheading.
Hiss, Yang Chen took a long breath, it seemed that the life essence contained in the corpse was also sucked into Yang Chen's body along with this long inhalation. The practice that has been run hundreds of times, immediately circulated again, bringing this essence into the limbs and bones, nourishing Yang Chen's body, and changing Yang Chen's spiritual roots.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Chen, like a skilled worker on an assembly line, walked up to the second prisoner, beheaded, inhaled, performed the exercises, followed by the third, the fourth...
Forty-five gangsters were going to behead that day, and Yang Chen was already full of power after beheading the last one. After carefully feeling the changes in his body, Yang Chen shook his head slightly. The life essence of mortals, no matter how much you absorb it, seems to be of little use. Unless you kill tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, it may have a significant effect.
However, Yang Chen thought it was useless, and in the eyes of others, it was a completely different matter. Perhaps it was the reason for that practice. After killing someone, Yang Chen would be wrapped in a thick bloody aura that would not dissipate for a long time. The whole person, like crawling out of the sea of blood, was full of ferocity, not to mention ordinary people, even the soldiers around the field, when they saw Yang Chen, they unconsciously turned their heads and let him go. eyes.
Walking on the street, the residents of the city did not even dare to look at Yang Chen, lest they avoid it. As long as Yang Chen appeared, it would be almost a scene of empty alleys. This also saved Yang Chen a lot of trouble, at least no one dared to come over to find Yang Chen's bad luck. Even if they despised Yang Chen again, they would not dare to say any inappropriate words in person.
Resting in the morning, beheading at noon, practicing boxing in the afternoon, after a month of regular days, Yang Chen really absorbed the life essence of many death row prisoners. Although he failed to achieve the goal he most wanted to achieve, the benefits of his physical blood and energy alone have brought his boxing skills to a higher level.
On this day, after Yang Chen finished his execution from the court, he was walking home when he saw a red glow in the sky. It was very strange today. Just after noon, the sunset appeared, and the sunset actually covered the entire sky, and the color was red like blood.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen finally showed a smile on his face. Waited so long for this day. The bloody light in the sky was only known to Yang Chen when he flew into the Immortal Realm in his previous life. This day corresponds to a dramatic change in the heavens.
After dinner, Yang Chen fell asleep early. It's strange to say that no matter what the person is, they all fall asleep early that night. Even if he was in another place, not on the bed, he suddenly felt tired, and he searched for a place randomly, and all of them entered the dream state.
"Yang Chen, are you the executioner?" In his sleep, Yang Chen suddenly heard a slam.
"Exactly, my lord!" Hearing this question, Yang Chen quickly got up from the bed and replied to the void. Only then did Yang Chen realize that he was no longer in the original room.
"As long as it's a death row prisoner, do you dare to cut it? Can you cut it?" The voice asked a question again.
"As long as it is a death row prisoner, I dare to cut it, and I can cut it!" Yang Chen answered proudly without hesitation.
"Come with me!" The owner of the voice didn't show up at all, but a majestic voice came over: "Go to the court and kill the prisoners!" The voice was filled with the domineering arrogance of the superior, making it impossible for people to have The mind of rejection.
"Yes, my lord!" Yang Chen agreed without thinking, and strode up along a road that suddenly appeared in front of him. After a while, I saw a Dharma field surrounded by many people.
I don't know when, Yang Chen's attire has been changed to the executioner's attire he used in the law field. A soldier whose face could not be seen clearly held a blood-red ghost-headed knife in both hands and sent it to Yang Chen. Yang Chen reached out and grabbed it, his habitual blade stood up, and his fingers touched the blade along the edge. Before beheading, at least make sure the knife is sharp enough.
"Little brother, take a step to talk!" As soon as he tried the sharpness of the blade, the belt was gently pulled, and at the same time, there was a very pleasing voice.
Yang Chen turned his head, but found a fat man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a silk satin, one hand was gently pulling his belt, the other hand, but silently stretched out to Yang Chen's hand , a fat hand, a gold ingot of at least ten taels appeared in the palm of the hand.