Although it was far away, Chen Yuan could still feel the terrifying heat of the Shenyin Cang.

"Everyone, I'll take a step first. I hope the Monk Ghost House can regain its glory in your hands." The sunset pattern behind the Shenyin Cang showed a smile, and Chen Yuan suddenly had an extremely bad idea in his heart.

"Is it?!"

The next moment, under everyone's gaze, the sunset's body emitted a dazzling light like the sun, and everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

Chen Yuan used spiritual power to protect his eyes, squinted his eyes slightly, and watched everything that happened. Soon, the dazzling white light dissipated. Everyone rubbed their eyes and found that there was no sign of the sunset in the sky.

But the body of the Shenyin Cang is still floating in front of the Shen tree.

"What happened?"

"Where is the sunset?"

"Where is Uncle Sunset?"

All the Taoist guardians used all their strength at the same time and collapsed on the ground. Others started to talk. Except for Chen Yuan, no one might see clearly what happened just now.

With the perspective of Daqian Vision and the Shadow Video, Chen Yuan saw that the body of Sunset was constantly dissipating with the shining light. Although the body had dissipated, the spirit of Sunset was still there.

Chen Yuan clearly saw that after the sunset had dissipated, he came to the sacred tree and actually merged into the sacred tree directly.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, a ray of emerald green with a strong natural breath of life slowly appeared from the sacred tree and fell on the body of the sacred hidden warehouse.

"This, is this? The law of nature?"

Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with shock. As the only person present to understand the way of life and death, he was extremely sensitive to the spiritual power of possessing the laws. The aura of the laws in this emerald green spiritual power was extremely strong, and the vitality contained in it was even stronger than Chen Yuan's own way of life and death.

"The divine tree has appeared!"

"This is a miracle! If the heavens do not destroy our monk's ghost house."

"Shen Yin Cang, is the Shen Yin Cang the Son of Heaven chosen? Ancient books record that only the chosen son can trigger the miracle of the divine tree. The Shen Yin Cang is the hope of the Monk Ghost House!"

The emerald green spiritual power quickly wrapped the whole body of the Shenyin Cang. Seeing this, Chen Yuan felt relieved in his heart, and at the same time he expressed great respect for the Sunset of the Taoist protector.

Chen Yuan could feel that the sunset of the Taoist protector burned himself and opened up a sealed inheritance of the sacred tree.

This inheritance should be something that those betrayal and protectors pursued hard, but they didn't expect that someone would need to sacrifice to open it.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Chen Yuan's mouth.

"Shamani, you never dream of it. The inheritance of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poetry must be opened by someone willingly sacrifice. The Brahma Sect is all selfish. With you, you will never find this inheritance in your life."

Shenyin Cang's body is constantly being repaired, and Chen Yuan could feel the dead energy in his body less and less. Just when Chen Yuan thought everything was about to settle, a sharp and familiar laughter suddenly came from the sky.

"Gaga! I'll find it without any effort to find it. Is this the thousand-year heritage of the Monk Ghost House? I'm welcome!"

Chen Yuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He was so familiar with this laugh! It was Shamani's laughter.

"It's Shamoni!" Chen Yuan roared angrily, soared into the sky, and flew straight to the Shenyin Cang. A black dead aura came from the Shenyin Cang's body.

It emerged and slowly condensed into a small black man half a meter tall.

"Damn it, why can't you get through it?" Chen Yuan's flying knife was halfway through, and he realized that an invincible wall of air suddenly appeared in front of him. The Shenyin Cang was right in front of the sacred tree, but he couldn't get through it.

"Damn it, Tathagata's magic palm!" Chen Yuan slashed out with an evil palm, and nothing else happened except to shake his wrists sorely.

"Chen Yuan, try it with Wuzhi!" Zhao Shiyi's voice came from his ears. Chen Yuan nodded immediately. Wuzhi's soldier turned into a Tang sword in Chen Yuan's hand. The last move of Wuzhi's sword technique was cut off. Qiongtian responded.

With a muffled sound of "Boom!", Chen Yuan seemed to have slashed on the soft cotton with a knife, and all the power was removed by the air wall.

"Gaga, give up, Chen Yuan. The one who left the inheritance of the Monk Ghost House was an S-level strong man. Without the cultivation level of the S-level, you can't enter this space even if you fight your life. The inheritance has begun, and these delicious energy will be accepted by me, Shamani."

The black-aired villain heard the laughter of Shamoni like sandpaper. Chen Yuan did not give up. He had no troops and turned into various weapons in his hands.

With swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, Chen Yuan changed almost all the weapons he could use, but it was still useless to the air wall in front of him.

"Idiot, I said that without the power of S-level, you can't get in." Shamoni's disdainful voice came from the black-air villain. The villain waved his hand and a large amount of natural spiritual power was absorbed by him. The black-air villain's body instantly expanded by nearly half.

"What a delicious energy, Chen Yuan, weren't you very arrogant last time? You wantonly humiliate my clone! Let me tell you, this ball of death is my original spiritual power. Do you think you can swallow it as freely as you did last time?

Although the laws you have realized also include death, your death is still too tender compared to mine.”

Shamani's ridicule sounded in Chen Yuan's ears, and he could only watch Shamani continue to devour the power that was originally going to be passed on to the Shenyin Cang.

"It's comfortable, it's worthy of being the inheritance of power left by S-level characters! I'm as clever as I can leave this original energy on those betrayed idiots in the Monk Ghost House early on, and I actually got such a big advantage."

With the continuous absorption of Shamani, his body transformed from his dead energy has become taller, and the original gas gradually condenses like a solid body.

The divine tree behind Shenyin Cang and Shamani, the few leaves that were originally left were falling rapidly, the branches were shrinking, the natural aura on it became increasingly rare, and the spiritual power of the entire Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poetry is getting lower and lower.

"Chen Yuan, when I absorb all the energy of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Poetry, no one can stop me anymore. At that time, I will massacre all the people in the Yanhuang Wu Palace. I will kill the people closest to you one by one! Hahaha..."

Shamoni's harsh laughter suddenly stopped, and one hand suddenly grabbed the position of the black shadow's neck.

"Woo...who is it?"

The black air on Shamani's body suddenly fluctuated violently, and the next moment, it instantly shrunk by one third.

"Brother Shenyin?" Chen Yuan, who was standing outside the air wall, looked at Shenyin Cang, who was capturing Shamoni's clone, with shock in his eyes.

It turned out that the Shenyin Cang, who had woken up at some point, actually grabbed Shamani's dead energy clone with bare hands, but Chen Yuan soon discovered something was wrong, because the Shenyin Cang's eyes looked like another person.

"Is Shenyin Cang a silhouette?" Shenyin Cang's voice seemed to have changed into another person, slightly hoarse, with a sense of heaviness after a long period of time, and at the same time, his eyes became as deep as a galaxy.

What Chen Yuan couldn't understand the most was that although the Shenyin Cang is speaking in Japanese, Chen Yuan could actually hear what he was saying in his mind, as if there was a voice in his heart doing real-time translation.

"Shenyin Cang" frowned slightly when he saw the black shadow in his hand, and his voice seemed to be integrated into the world.

"How many creatures have you slaughtered?"

The Shamoni clone, who was caught in the hand of the Shenyin Cang, struggled to resist and said, "Who remembers how much food he has eaten?"

"Shenyin Cang" looked around and suddenly showed a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"My poor children..." The next second, the sadness in the eyes of "Shenyin Cang" disappeared, and a dark blue flame suddenly appeared and ignited Shamani's dead aura clone. Accompanied by mysterious tones, Shamani's painful screams spread throughout the sea of ​​ten thousand poems.

"Ahhh! I won't let you go..."

"If my deity arrives, your strength..."

"Wooah!!"

Looking at Shamani who was burning, Chen Yuan felt a layer of cold sweat all over his body, because he clearly saw that the space around Shamani was directly burned by the nine-tailed fox fire in the "Shenyin Cang", revealing a large area of ​​black void.

"Is this the real nine-tailed fox fire?"

Chen Yuan's expression of looking at the "Shen Yin Cang" has changed. The one who possessed the Shen Yin Cang should be the ancient monster who created the Monk Ghost House.

With the last trace of struggle, Shamani's death clone completely dissipated in the air and was burned to death by the nine-tailed fox fire.

The dark void around the "Shenyin Cang" could not be closed for a long time. Chen Yuan just stared at the darkness for a few seconds, as if he was about to be lost.

Seeing that Shamani's death energy completely disappeared, "Shen Yin Cang" gently stretched out his hand and gently stroked it in the void. With his caressing, the color of the sky appeared again, repairing the void. "Shen Yin Cang" clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.

"What a pity." A little resentment appeared in the eyes of "Shenyin Cang". He looked up at the withered sacred tree and sighed: "Too much wasted."

The emerald green spiritual power teleported to the Shenyin Cang had turned into a light green. The "Shenyin Cang" turned around and looked at the monk ghost houses taken down in front of the Shen tree, and said sadly: "My children, are there only these left?"

Except for Chen Yuan and Zhao Shiyi, all the other monks and ghost houses had kneeled on their knees and hung their heads.

"Get up, my children." "Shenyin Cang" waved his hands, and all the people in the Monk Ghost House were actually helped up by a gentle force at the same time.

"I have not had much time left, the power of the divine tree is about to be exhausted, and the sea of ​​ten thousand poems is about to disappear, but this is not the end." The voice of the "Shenyin Cang" returned to calm.

"Over the years, my soul has been watching everyone in the sacred tree. This catastrophe is heavy for the Monk Ghost House, but it is not desperate."

The finger of "Shenyin Cang" pointed at him gently.

"I saw hope in him, and I had a premonition that the Monk Ghost House would not die out. What I can do now is to hand over all my remaining strength to him and then believe him."
Chapter completed!