Hearing Yang Chen's signature words, how could the three of them not understand that Yang Chen had seen through their intentions? The young leader was shocked and could no longer care about anything else. He shouted, "Do it!" The Flying Sword under his feet instantly left his body and turned into a sword light. It flew towards the throat of Yang Chen, who was sitting not far away. The two Flying Swords behind him also flew towards Yang Chen from two different directions. It looked like Yang Chen was about to be injured by the three Flying Swords.
In a split second, the sand dune under Yang Chen's feet suddenly began to change. In an instant, it rose at least ten feet high, lifting Yang Chen's body high up.
The three Flying Swords made three ear-piercing whistles in the air. Under the control of their respective masters, they made a sharp turn in the air and continued to stab towards Yang Chen's rising body.
Roar! A deep roar came from the ground. Then, the three of them saw a giant palm with a radius of at least ten feet appear in their field of vision. It slapped them from top to bottom. The three Flying Swords seemed to have hit an invisible barrier. They only made a soft clanging sound and directly fell to the ground.
Unknowingly, a huge pressure had appeared above the heads of the three of them. From above, it was as if Mt. Tai was pressing down on them. Under this strong pressure, the three bodies suspended in the air could no longer maintain their flying posture. Like kites with a short string, they fell straight to the ground.
No matter how much the three of them mobilized their spiritual power in the air, they couldn't stop the huge pressure. The three of them, who had never experienced this before, were slapped heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the ground of the Barren Sand Valley was a piece of loose sand. The three of them were only a few feet high, so the fall didn't cause any serious injuries. The three of them only fell heavily to the ground. As soon as they touched the ground, they immediately jumped up.
However, the nightmare was not over. As soon as the young leader bounced up, the giant palm that had slapped the three Flying Swords directly fell from the sky and slapped him into the sand at his feet.
When the other two followers saw this scene clearly, they were scared out of their wits. They didn't even bother to pick up the Flying Sword that had been slapped away. They exerted strength in their legs and wanted to leave this dangerous place.
The peak Foundation Establishment follower's speed was very fast, but just as his body flew up a few feet, he felt his vision go black, as if he had rushed into a huge black hole. He could no longer see clearly, but he could smell the stench of blood around him, but he didn't know where he was.
The luckiest of them all was the mid-Foundation Stage follower. Because he was flying a bit slower, he could only watch helplessly as his remaining companion charged into a huge bloody mouth and disappeared in a flash.
This scene almost made the lucky follower faint from fright. It was only then that he understood what had happened. Since this was the habitat of the famous Subterranean Beast, the one that had slapped the young leader and swallowed his companion in one gulp was that Subterranean Beast.
However, wasn't that Subterranean Beast known to never take the initiative to attack cultivators? Then how could everything in front of him be explained? The surviving follower was terrified. The sudden turn of events had completely destroyed his ability to think. Other than trembling in front of this huge monster, he could not do anything else.
The monster's ferocious behavior and terrifying size had already shocked him greatly. Coupled with the monster's powerful aura, the remaining follower had long been scared out of his wits. He did not dare to move at all. He could only widen his eyes in horror as he watched the bloody mouth slowly approach him. The two nostrils that were thicker than his body emitted a foul stench directly onto his face. The little follower wished he could faint right away. It would be better than facing such a terrifying beast.
A figure slowly appeared in the follower's field of vision. It slowly turned from blurry to clear. By the time the follower's eyes focused on the figure, Yang Chen had already walked in front of him.
"Fellow cultivator, the Fengshui here is really good, isn't it?" At this moment, in the eyes of the follower, Yang Chen was like a terrifying demon. Even when he heard Yang Chen's voice, he could not help but tremble.
"You … you … hahahaha!" Facing Yang Chen, the little attendant was only left with a stuttering voice, and could not make a complete sentence. His upper and lower gums trembled involuntarily, making a loud gurgling sound.
"I really want to know the whereabouts of Chu Heng, the traitor disciple of my Chunyang Palace." Yang Chen maintained the initial smile on his face. He approached the frightened guy as if he was chatting with a friend and asked with a smile, "I wonder if you can tell me where he is?"
"In … in … in … Barren … Sand … Valley!" The follower trembled as he stammered out these few words. He did not dare to look at Yang Chen again, nor did he dare to look at the giant beast that had been hovering above his head, spewing stinky hot air and dripping sticky saliva.
"Where is he in the Barren Sand Valley?" Yang Chen continued to ask. This was a pleasant surprise. Chu Heng was still hiding in the Barren Sand Valley. Presumably, someone was carefully protecting him. Even if Chunyang Palace had sent a few Jindan Stage masters to search everywhere, it was estimated that everyone would ignore the Barren Sand Valley. Who would have thought that he would dare to hide in the Barren Sand Valley, which was very disadvantageous to his spiritual power? The most dangerous place was the safest. He did not expect Chu Heng to have such courage.
"I … don't know … Maybe the Martial Uncles know!" Under the huge mouth of the Subterranean Beast, the follower did not even think of resisting. After saying a few words, he began to speak fluently. He immediately told everything he knew, for fear that he would be swallowed in one bite if he spoke slowly.
It was understandable that a follower did not know this kind of secret. Yang Chen smiled at the follower and turned to leave. The follower had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the top of his head heat up. Then his vision darkened. He reached out and touched a few sharp pillars.
"Buddy, please lift your foot!" Yang Chen did not care about what was happening behind him. He just shouted at the top of his head.
In the midst of the rumbling, the giant palm moved to a place, revealing a huge palm print. In the middle of it was the young leader, who was on the verge of death. After a few special techniques, a Qi Nourishing Pill was directly stuffed into the young man's mouth. After a while, the young man let out a long breath and slowly woke up.
"Fellow Daoist!" The young man lying on the ground had just opened his eyes when he heard Yang Chen's voice from above his head. It sounded so unreal. "I want to know what your sect has set up in the Barren Sand Valley. I wonder if Fellow Daoist can satisfy my little curiosity?"
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