Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 1395: Scroll

A battle ended with Wu Shanhe's disastrous defeat and Emperor Mingchen's wrist being twisted by Yang Chen.

Neither of them got any good fruit in the end.

"Father..."

Wu Shanhe lay on the ground, weeping silently, his eyes were full of sadness. However, Yang Chen didn't know whether Wu Shanhe's sadness was because he knew that Emperor Ming Chen couldn't go back, or he was mourning for the dead boss.

only.

At this moment, Yang Chen felt helpless and sad for Wu Shanhe.

"Get up." Yang Chen stretched out his hand and said to Wu Shanhe.

Wu Shanhe grabbed Yang Chen's hand and slowly got up from the ground. He patted the dust off his body. Although Wu Shanhe had stopped crying, there was still guilt on his face.

"Father, I'm sorry, the child has embarrassed you." Wu Shanhe sighed, clasped his fists, and said.

"Stop talking so much."

Yang Chen shook his head, then took out a elixir from the storage bag, and stuffed it into Wu Shanhe's hand: "You take this elixir, and let the toxins in your body be detoxified first."

"yes."

Wu Shanhe respectfully took the elixir and swallowed it.

And after the elixir entered his stomach, Wu Shanhe's complexion became much better, and his eyes gradually revealed a clear and bright look.

More than half of the poisonous gas in the body was wiped out immediately.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Mingchen snorted coldly, although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't say much. He raised his hand, gently pressed his wrist, and healed the injury with spiritual power.

"Now, can I join you?" Emperor Mingchen asked.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Chen in the crowd, waiting for the other party's answer.

Hearing this, Yang Chen also raised his hand and patted Wu Shanhe's shoulder: "Little Snot, you started this matter yourself, so...you must bear the consequences, I hope you can understand I."

"I see."

Wu Shanhe was silent.

He raised his hand and bowed deeply to Yang Chen, tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Father, the child is not filial, I'm afraid I can't follow the father! Please take care of the father!"

"However, if the foster father is short of manpower, my grandson Wu Jing can help the foster father. Although this kid is headstrong, he admires the foster father very much, and his cultivation is not too weak. Maybe he can help the foster father busy."

Wu Jing.

Hearing this name, Yang Chen frowned slightly.

He actually forgot about this kid.

This guy has been following Daoist Fukong for the past two years, and he has developed a good skill after thinking about it. If you take Wu Jing with you, maybe it can play a little role, and Wu Jing's mind is extremely tough, which is obvious to all.

"I see." Thinking of this, Yang Chen nodded, and then patted Wu Shanhe's shoulder.

After the other party finished saying this, he didn't stay any longer, he just turned around and walked towards the distance silently.

His back looks lonely and depressed.

"Father..."

Mo Qiu opened his mouth, as if he couldn't bear it.

"Can't you bear it? If you can't bear it, you can leave with him." Yang Chen glanced at him and said lightly.

"No!" Hearing this, Mo Qiu said hastily: "Father, I will not quit. It is my honor to be able to help Father!"

Seeing the nervousness of the other party, Yang Chen shook his head and said, "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to blame you." Speaking of this, Yang Chen glanced at the other people around him and said, "Since people have already We're all here, then let's not stay any longer, Di Yan!"

"The old slave is here."

The demon god stepped forward.

"Next, please take us to the place you mentioned." Yang Chen said with a smile.

However, upon hearing Yang Chen's words, the demon god smiled and said, "Master, the place we are going to is actually here!"

"right here?"

Hearing this, everyone was slightly taken aback.

Ling Yuyao looked around curiously, and said suspiciously: "But, there is nothing here!"

Except for some bare trees, there is nothing around.

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, the demon god was not surprised, he seemed to have already guessed everyone's reaction. The next moment, the demon god suddenly slapped the storage bag, and took out a few things from the storage bag.

Everyone looked intently.

What the demon god took out were a few scrolls.

"Painting scroll?" Mu Lingyun frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Senior Demon God, is there anything strange about this scroll?"

However, the moment he saw the picture scroll, Yang Chen's face beside him suddenly changed, and his eyes revealed disbelief: "This is... where did you get this thing from?"

Yang Chen looked at the demon god curiously.

Not because of anything else, but because Yang Chen is too familiar with these scrolls!

This picture scroll is clearly the entrance to the Heavenly Road!

No wonder the demon god said that he had been to that place before. Not only did he go there, but he also created a series of martial arts there!

Yang Chen couldn't be more familiar with this road!

"Where did you get this thing?" Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and stared at the demon god opposite him seriously. He clearly remembered that the painting scroll was taken away by Daoist Fukong back then. In the hands of the demon god?

Could it be...

Are the demon god and Daoist Fukong together?

And just when Yang Chen was full of thoughts, the demon god on the opposite side said: "Director, this picture scroll is not mine, but a gift from a former friend. He knows that you need a suitable training place now, So he asked me to tell you that the Heavenly Road has been repaired, and the effect will be much better than when you entered it!"

"Friends?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen was slightly taken aback.

"Who? Which friend?"

"Master, you will know as soon as you go in. That friend is waiting for you on the road to heaven." The demon god smiled slightly, but he avoided speaking and did not make any answer.

"You bastard!"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Yang Chen also sighed helplessly.

In fact, he already had some rough answers in his mind. After all, there were only a few people he could get in touch with about the Tianlu.

One is the head of the floating road.

One is an ascetic.

There is another one, which is probably the real person from the Yin plane.

However, the possibility of a real person is not very high, and the possibility of the former two is slightly higher. Therefore, the person who gave the picture scroll to the demon god must be between the Taoist priest Fukong and the ascetic monk.