Immortal Executioner

Chapter 42 shows how much you can kill (2)

The ten Jindan masters who presided over the ladder, each of them can add their own imagined situation to the heavenly ladder fantasy. This is the unique aspect of the ladder ladder method, and it is also a powerful place to ask the heart. The most powerful thing is that the ten Jin Dan masters who presided over the formation of the law were even free to communicate and coordinate through the gods.

When Gong Sunling went up to the ladder, in addition to Xu Chengxin, other people played such a hand and worked together to create obstacles for Gong Sunling. Now that Yang Chen is on the heavenly stage, everyone is still the same trick, but it was launched by the foreign affairs of the Tianquan Zong.

On the first step of the first step, Yang Chen is like being in the execution ground. In front of him is ten prisoners who have been tied up, and he has recovered the red silk, naked body, and the hand of the ghost. The knives of the knives are dressed up. However, the ghost knife in the hand is the murderous knife in the Sendai station, and it is also the appearance of the sword in the Yang Chen merit.

The illusion is born from the heart, and everything is based on the cognition in Yang Chen’s mind, and it is possible to form a illusion by the power of the array. Seeing this familiar scene, Yang Chen’s face also showed a scornful smile. It’s hard to rely on this, Yang Chen, isn’t this self-investment?

The fierce knife in the hand swayed, and ten people landed in a moment. The scene in front of the scene changed slightly, and ten people quickly became hundreds. After a hundred people, there are another thousand people.

No matter how many people come, for Yang Chen, it is just a question of the number of times of knives. There is no thinking. Every time I slashed a knife, Yang Chen didn't seem to have any hesitation. One knife and one knife, all of them were broken, the same.

After cutting a thousand heads, the prisoners in front of them finally changed. Originally a prisoner of some brawny, this time replaced a woman. There are various types, some of which are fascinating, some are delicate and elegant, some are arrogant, some are gentle and different, and each has its own.

Ten women, some yelling, some crying, some with affection, some are glaring. Yang Chen did not hesitate at all, still a knife and one, resulting in these female prisoners.

Next, there are a hundred women, a thousand women, pleading, temptation, pain, and obedience. Various types appear here, and the woman’s body is more and more beautiful, and the face is more beautiful, as if Yang Morning is willing, they can recommend their own pillows at any time, as long as Yang Chen does not want to slash.

No matter what type of face, Yang Chen just cut a knife, no pity. After the woman, the prisoner became a white-haired old man, ten, one hundred, one thousand.

In the illusion, Yang Chen took a long time to cut so many heads. In reality, everyone saw Yang Chen stepping on the step by step, and has reached the ninth.

"Is he really a hard-hearted heart?" Tian Quanzong’s foreign affairs hall was secretive, and no one could cut down thousands of heads without hesitation. But he did not give up on this, but it even provoked fighting spirit: "I don't believe, you can start with someone!"

In front of Yang Chen, there were ten young children, male and female. In this regard, Yang Chen did not care at all, the mechanical action of the knife, in a blink of an eye, a hundred young children, a thousand young children were beheaded by Yang Chen.

Wow, this time there are ten babies waiting to be fed. The small body is still wrapped in the shackles, but people appear on the execution ground.

"Ask my heart, since I have to take the path of killing the executioner, I will not care about the identity of any opponent!" Yang Chen gave himself a firm answer, and the fierce knife in his hand did not hesitate to rush to ten. The baby is waving. Then there were another hundred babies and a thousand babies.

After the baby, it is a beast, a evil spirit, a demon, a monster. In the face of this, Yang Chen did not hesitate, no matter how tempting temptations, or fierce intimidation, doubts are pitiful pleadings, even the various magical attacks of demons and ghosts, in front of Yang Chen, all have no effect. Everything, Yang Chen is as if he is innocent, responding to those, just a knife and a knife.

After finishing these disenchantments, Yang Chen’s face has been replaced by his own people.

Sun Haijing, beheading!

Chu Heng, beheading!

Han Jiande, beheading!

Four servants, Shen Da Yuan Ting, ancient group He Lian, respectfully rushed to Yang Chen, and Yang Chen responded, still still slashed. After the completion of the four servants, Shangguan Feng, Wang General Manager appeared one after another, and Yang Chen is also a dagger without hesitation.

Xu Chengxin, beheading!

Sun light snow, beheading!

Shi Shanshan, dagger!

Du Qian, beheading!

Zhu Chentao, beheading!

Gong Sunling, beheading!

Parents, beheading!

Master, beheading!

The people who appeared were more and more important in Yang Chen’s mind, but Yang Chen didn’t care who the other person was, as if he was honing his mind in this illusion, without hesitation, a dagger, and there was no ripple in his heart. . All of this is in the illusion, Yang Chen does not have any psychological burden.

"Teacher, you finally finished the ladder!" Yang Chen mechanically waved his knife. Suddenly all the scenes changed, and he had already stood at the entrance of the ladder at the foot of the floating mountain. Next to it, the weak Gong Sunling has recovered a lot, laughing at Yang Chen, his face full of surprise and pride.

The ears were filled with a noisy voice, shocked, questioned, crazy, and various calls filled Yang Chen’s ears. A disciple of the second layer of refining has gone through all the steps of the ladder, which is simply impossible.

Xu Chengxin’s voice came from far away. In the laughter, it seemed to show off to everyone: “Hah, I am a pure disciple of the Yangyang Palace, Yang Chen, after all the ladders have been completed, there is no ancient people before, no one has come, and there are still Who dares not to accept?" The feelings of pride, overflowing with words, sounds shocking.

After the initial suspicion and shock, the audience was no longer the kind of contemptuous eyes, replaced by a complex vision of worship and dissatisfaction. The more it is, the more it can make Yang Chen have an unparalleled sense of accomplishment, to conquer the enemy, even more satisfying than to make himself happy.

"Yang Daoyou, I always thought that you are the master of refining the seven layers of refining. I seem to be wrong. I apologize to Yang Daoyou, please Yang Daoyou!" The guy who questioned Yang Chen’s big mouth before also jumped. Out of the way to Yang Chen soft: "Yang Daoyou will be determined, will admire!"

"Unfortunately, it’s just illusory to say it, but it’s just illusory!" Yang Chen’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a fierce knife appeared in his hand. The guy who was talking to him was a knife, then he turned sharply and slammed into Gong Sunling. Neck item.