Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 557: Yang Chen Appears

"strangeness?"

Yang Chen frowned, slowly closed his eyes, and felt his spiritual power in four directions. However, there is nothing beside this cliff, not even a shadow of a ghost, and the nearest aura is thousands of meters away!

"Strange, could it be that my perception is wrong?"

Yang Chen was a little curious, but soon, he rejected his idea.

After all, he was also at the sixth level of Wu Zunjing, so it was impossible for him to make mistakes in his perception.

Presumably these people also noticed him, so they ran away early.

Thinking about it this way, Yang Chen felt more and more possible.

But just when he was about to leave, Yang Chen suddenly stopped, turned around, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes. He seemed to have discovered something, he took a few steps forward quickly, and bent down.

There was a layer of snow-white substance under Yang Chen's feet.

Like snow, it reflects silvery white light under the moonlight.

Yang Chen stretched out his hand and lightly dipped a little on his fingertips.

There was a burst of spiritual power fluctuations in this "snow"?

"Sure enough, someone has been here!" Yang Chen sneered, put the white trace under his nose and smelled it, and a disgusting smell immediately permeated.

There is also a fishy smell.

Presumably this should be someone's corpse, after being destroyed by some kind of martial arts, it turned into this pile of white powder.

But Yang Chen discovered something again.

He took a deep breath, and directly blew away the layer of white powder on the ground. Under the white powder, there was a piece of yellow talisman paper.

Some runes were carved crookedly on it.

The runes are dark red, like coagulated blood.

"Blood spell?"

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's heart skipped a beat, and his heart thumped wildly: "Who are these people? They actually want to cast a blood spell on me? Could it be someone from Changyuan? Or from the Fire Demon Clan? people?"

There was murderous intent in Yang Chen's eyes.

The blood curse talisman is a very vicious talisman!

Like the head drop talisman, it is also a curse talisman!

As long as it is applied by this talisman, luck will be greatly reduced, and no matter what you do from now on, you will not go well. Yang Chen once saw a strong man in the Martial Emperor Realm cast a blood spell.

On the first day, the meridian was completely broken!

On the second day, the cultivation base was completely abolished!

On the third day, he died suddenly!

In three days, a Martial Emperor Realm powerhouse fell!

However, if it survives three days, the power of the blood curse talisman will weaken, and the most amazing thing is that after the third day, the curse that was originally on the other party will be transferred to the caster.

And if the caster survives for three days, then the curse will return to the other party again!

So in the past, again and again...

The curse of the blood talisman will not really end until one of the two dies!

It can be said that this is a talisman full of gambling. It is completely betting on who will die first, himself or the other party. And such dangerous talismans, generally speaking, talisman masters would not use them often.

Unless there is some deep hatred.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen's eyes sank slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

In his memory, apart from Chang Yuan and today's Zhu Rong, there seems to be no one who has a deep hatred for him. However, Zhu Rong just became enemies with him today, and was reprimanded by the three guardians, so the possibility should not be great.

"Could it really be long-term!"

Yang Chen took a deep breath, and killing intent flashed through his eyes.

"It seems that we still have to be careful in this match. The hidden dangers are far more terrifying than the open ones..." Yang Chen murmured without staying any longer, and put away the blood charm.

It was Ling Kong who disappeared into the distance.

...

Soon, the next day arrived.

Yang Chen woke up early in the morning from his training, and rushed directly to the Xuanwu Hall.

Lin Nian went to the Suzaku House.

In case something went wrong with Lin Nian, Yang Chen asked Hu Xiaoyao to follow him, and after explaining everything, Yang Chen left in peace.

At the moment, the Xuanwu Hall is full of people.

Most of the people who came to watch the game were also present.

Below the martial arts hall, there are several figures sitting. These people are the players who came to participate in the competition today. Because it was the first match, Yang Chen didn't go to the stage and sat directly with this group of people.

When all the people in the stands had arrived, a middle-aged man walked out of the martial arts hall.

This man was wearing a green robe, and he was bloated. He was a fat man weighing more than two hundred kilograms, and he looked very heavy. The Xuanwu family is famous for the "Xuanwu Armor", the second skill, the Xuanwu Armor is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if it is a strong person in the Martial Emperor Realm, it is difficult to break through the Xuanwu Armor.

Therefore, most of the people of the Xuanwu tribe are bloated and fat people.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Fatty bowed to everyone, and said with a smile: "I am the patriarch of the Xuanwu clan, Taihe! I have met you all!"

Everyone hugged their fists when they heard the words, and saluted Taihe back.

"Okay, it's not too late. Since everyone has arrived, I won't say much! Let's start the first game!" Taihe smiled slightly, then took out a card from his pocket, and announced two names :

"The first match, Jizhou Yangchen vs. Liangzhou Guhe!"

The voice just fell...

A tall and straight figure stepped out of the crowd.

This person looks handsome, is more than 1.9 meters tall, and has red hair all over his head. The most unique thing is that there are two huge horns on top of his head, which looks majestic!

Behind him, there are two pitch-black wings and a long tail covered with scales, flicking gently behind him.

"Furukawa!"

Seeing this person, people around immediately exclaimed.

"It turned out to be a perfect Shura form!"

"Furukawa releases his full form as soon as he comes out?"

"Is this a quick fight!"

Yang Chen walked onto the stage slowly. Compared with Furukawa, who was like a demon god descending into the world, he looked ordinary.

Not much to watch.

Almost everyone's eyes were on Furukawa, whispering.

Among the young juniors, Furukawa can be said to be a leader!

Seeing someone coming, Yang Chen looked him up and down.

For some reason, he felt that the other party's breath was somewhat familiar.