These guys had been waiting for an opportunity. Li Cheng had the Wind Strike Dharma treasure in his hand, so they did not dare to act rashly. The four women had been moving together, and with the Black Tortoise Shield protecting them, they probably had no chance. The only chance was when Yang Chen separated from Li Cheng and the four women.
Yang Chen would definitely not be the first to enter the portal. Who knew what was inside? At this time, Li Cheng, who had the strongest attack power, would definitely enter first, then Sun Qingxue with the Black Tortoise Shield would be the second, followed by the four women. Yang Chen would definitely bring up the rear and not put his women in danger.
They had calculated very accurately. Yang Chen and the others entered the portal in this order. When the last of the four women, Shi Shanshan, disappeared at the entrance of the portal, more than a dozen old demons had already vaguely surrounded Yang Chen.
When Yang Chen was purifying the Devil Qi in the portal, these old guys clearly saw that all the credit seemed to go to the Black Flying Sword, and Yang Chen almost had no effect at all. Greed had blinded their judgment, and these people had completely forgotten Yang Chen's leisurely performance when he used his finger to test the strength of the Devil Qi at the beginning.
Everyone felt that Yang Chen's Black Flying Sword was the key to purifying the Devil Qi, so they began to covet the Flying Sword. There was such a strong Devil Qi on the portal, who knew if there was more inside. If they could get their hands on this sword, even if they were the last to enter, they might have a good chance.
Grasping the right opportunity, Yang Chen was indeed surrounded by everyone, and no one came to save him. The old demons were excited. Apart from the Black Flying Sword, Yang Chen had a lot of good things on him. If they could capture all of them in one fell swoop, the benefits would be no less than entering the ruins of the Mental Demon Sect.
Although some people had sworn on the Big Heart Demon Oath not to attack Yang Chen, that was before the portal was opened. Now, no matter what they did, they would not break the oath. This was a God-given opportunity. If they did not take action, they would be letting God down.
"Black Flying Sword? Are you talking about this one? " Yang Chen did not feel surprised at all. He just obediently took out the nine secluded flying sword, waved it a little, and asked the old guy in front of him.
"Yes, this is it. Put down the Flying Sword and I will spare your life!" Opposite him, the old devil had a sneer on his face, and no longer had any hope that Yang Chen would be able to open the door. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the Nine Nether Flying Sword as if he was looking at a peerless beauty.
Shua! Yang Chen directly raised his hand and threw the Flying Sword in front of the Old Devil. The flying sword spun a few times in the air before its tip plunged down and directly stabbed into the ground more than two feet in front of the old devil. The hilt was still trembling, and the black blade was indescribably dazzling.
They hadn't expected Yang Chen to abandon the sword so straightforwardly. This could only mean one thing, and that was that Yang Chen no longer had anything to protect his life, and was at their mercy. What a joke! If more than ten Great Ascension experts couldn't easily take down an early Nascent Soul junior, that would really be too unreasonable.
Yang Chen was very cooperative, which put them in a very good mood. Previously, Yang Chen and Li Cheng had relied on their protective magic treasures and Flying Wind Strike magic treasures to make everyone in the valley lose face. Now, they had finally won it back.
The old devil laughed and said to Yang Chen, "As long as you cooperate, I'll spare your life!" Laughing proudly, he took a slight step forward and reached out to grab the hilt of the Nine Nether Flying Sword.
Shua! The old devil easily pulled out the Flying Sword and held it in front of his eyes. Just as he was about to examine it carefully, a hair-raising aura suddenly came from his hand. Pale with fright, he was about to throw the Nine Nether Flying Sword far away when he abruptly realized that he couldn't move at all.
It was as if a body-immobilizing spell had been cast on his whole body, and he couldn't move even the tiniest muscle. Not only that, it was as if he was in a strange space where he couldn't see or hear anything, and it was frighteningly silent.
An indescribable irritation suddenly welled up in his mind, and he wanted to shout but couldn't. Depressed, his body was finally able to move.
But the first thing he did after he could move was to spit out a mouthful of blood. His entire face flickered with all sorts of expressions as he spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood. In a short while, the ground in front of him was completely stained red.
The other old devils around him were alarmed. It was clear that they had misjudged the situation. At this moment, their first reaction was to escape immediately.
It was just that it was already too late to think of escaping now. With a bang, the Nine Nether Flying Sword exploded into a black fog that blotted out the sky and enveloped everyone, including Yang Chen.
Once they were enveloped in the black fog, they could no longer see or hear anything. Even their divine senses couldn't extend very far, and they could only detect things within two feet of themselves.
Tiny black dust particles entered their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears, causing them to tremble in disbelief. It was as if their bodies had been hacked into pieces, and their flesh and blood flew off bit by bit to fall into the air. The whole scene was like a sea of blood slaughterhouse. If anyone could see what was going on inside the black fog, they would definitely be scared out of their wits.
After a while, the black fog gradually thinned and condensed in one direction before quickly turning back into the Black Flying Sword. Apart from Yang Chen, there was no one else in sight. Just like that, the dozen or so old guys who had designs on Yang Chen had disappeared without a trace.
"Overestimating yourself!" Yang Chen put away the Nine Nether Flying Sword, shook his head, and then walked into the portal of the ruins as if nothing had happened. His figure soon disappeared from the portal.
"Is it all settled?" As soon as he stepped out of the portal, Yang Chen heard Gao Yue's familiar voice, and a smile appeared on Yang Chen's face at once.
The four women and Li Cheng were all in the air. Yang Chen jumped and floated to everyone's side, and then answered Gao Yue's question with a smile.
"It's settled, it's all right." After giving the four women a smile, Yang Chen began to look around.
The place where everyone was now was the center of a huge plain. The plain had a radius of thousands of miles, and at the end of the distant plain was a circle of undulating mountains. The plain and the mountains were densely covered with jungles. Standing on the ground, they couldn't see the surrounding scene at all as it was all blocked by the jungle.
For some unknown reason, there was not a trace of demonic aura in this space. It was extremely strange.
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