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"Think of a way to create some momentum." Long Chen's voice suddenly transmitted through his sharp scales. The originally unfathomable sharp scales suddenly heard Long Chen's words, "I am an envoy of the universe. I control the destiny of the heaven and the earth. I sentence the heavens and all living beings." After that, the corner of his mouth twitched continuously.

He kept swearing in his heart, "This child is ruined, this child is ruined, he lied without a draft." In his mind, he quickly tried to figure out how to create this situation. However, his cultivation was constantly on the decline. He had finally managed to recover a bit and run to the Blood Demon Valley, but the result was even worse.

He glanced at the group of half human, half demon, and thought to himself, "Soul Return!" He poured all of his cultivation into the Soul Returning Lamp, keeping all of his energy to the limit in case the old man discovered him.

The old man frowned slightly and looked around vigilantly. Even though his cultivation base had dropped, the perception that he could only use to a certain extent was not something that could be achieved by those who had fallen to that level.

"Cang —" something that seemed to have come from ancient times seemed to have penetrated into their minds, and an ancient feeling of heaviness swept over from all directions, causing people to feel suffocated.

"Cang —"

The hammer in Xu Kun's hand was both familiar and unfamiliar. He looked at the sharp scales and then looked at Long Chen. Seeing that the man and the beast weren't moving, he looked around in surprise and tightened his grip on the sledgehammer to prevent any changes.

Zhang Yu held a saber in one hand, and half of his face was covered with scales again. The tail behind him swayed unsteadily, as if there was a chance to strike the spirit of the dead.

Ah Man had a pair of horns on her head, and her scarlet eyes were vigilant as she looked around, protecting Yang Xiao.

The rest of the people all looked around vigilantly.

The white haired old man looked around at the thousand dead souls that had suddenly appeared. The dead souls of people and many half-demons that were already dead, he knew many of them, they were all brought up the mountain by him, and many of them came from unknown places, and their clothes were all different. However, all of them whispered, "Cang — Cang —"

Nearly a thousand spirits of the dead were mumbling to themselves as they charged towards the middle mountain stronghold.

"Lend me your scale."

Everyone's attention was focused on the bodies of the close to one thousand Undead Spirits. Long Chen took the opportunity to send a sound transmission to Sharp Scales, whose head was filled with fog. He didn't know what kind of medicine this brat was buying, but he still followed his orders and sent a scale flying into Long Chen's hands.

After that, Long Chen raised the hand that was holding the scale high up into the air and tightly clenched an ancient black badge. The badge was engraved with ancient characters, and if one looked closely, they would see the word 'Cang'. There was an envoy character carved on the side of his palm, and around the badge was an ancient cloud pattern, and above the word 'Cang' was an eye.

"I am an emissary of the past. I have summoned my heroic spirit to come here for an audience." Raising the command medallion high up in the air, Long Chen let out a low shout.

"Greetings, envoy.

Greetings, envoy.

"Greetings, Emissary …"

Nearly a thousand dead souls knelt down in unison. Wave after wave of sound waves surged forth like a tide. The corners of Long Chen's mouth curled up slightly. When he looked up at the sky, he realized that something was wrong. His eyes were filled with confusion.

After regaining his senses, Sharp Scale's expression didn't look much, but his heart was in turmoil. He kept looking at Long Chen out of the corner of his eyes and finally knew what he was going to do.

If you think about it carefully, isn't that what you learned from yourself? But what can you learn that you can't?

Long Chen had learned everything very quickly, but who would have thought that he would learn everything so quickly? This trick of his had made Long Chen learn how to use it after using his front feet. Not only did he use it, he had even used it in a very decent manner and was unable to see where the flaw was.

Long Chen stood tall and straight, like a sword that could pierce through the heavens, heroic and handsome, his eyes bright and full of spirit. He gave a light snort, and with a wave of his sleeve, close to a thousand souls of death flew away with the wind.

Seeing the previous scene, the white-haired old man was quite shocked. He asked doubtfully, "I've lived for close to a thousand years and I can still be considered to have some experience. I've really never heard of any ancient envoy in this world."

"You know a lot about this world?" Long Chen asked.

The white-haired old man was speechless. The world was so big, even if he had reached a certain point in his life before, he didn't dare to say how familiar he was with this world.

"Just who is the Cang …" The white-haired old man was bewildered. After surviving for nearly a thousand years, he had experienced many things from others. He felt that he had seen many things. The envoy that Long Chen spoke of was someone he had never seen before. He had never even heard of. But from the looks of it, Long Chen did not look like he was lying. His mind was in a daze.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the doubt in the white-haired old man's eyes. Long Chen paused before speaking, "The opening of Primal Chaos, the splitting of Heaven and Earth, the birth of four spirits from nothingness. They are man, god, demon, and barbarian. The four spirits split the heaven and earth. Each side would eventually become a part of the family, multiplying and reproducing for a long time without end.

After the four spirits, their spirit roots gradually disappeared. Their selfishness was mottled, and their spirit roots were even more so.

His selfishness flourished, turning him into a demon. His demonic nature was bloodthirsty, his four races were chaotic, and his battle was unpredictable. The ancestors of the four spirits sank into the Vast Expanse, ignoring the matters of the world.

The war had gone on for countless years, and countless souls had perished. Cang can't bear to see all living beings perish. It is a living envoy. It is an envoy from the Cang Clan that controls the fate of the world and punishes all living beings in the universe. Walking in the world. The Four Great Imperial Clans' underworld logic. "

Long Chen said softly. Not far away, the scaly face was trembling nonstop as he repeatedly called out to his mother in his heart. He was extremely shocked. If Long Chen were to continue speaking, even he would believe him.

"Brat, where did you listen to all this?" Sharp Scales couldn't help but curiously send a sound transmission.

"It's made up." Long Chen sent a voice transmission back. Sharp Scales rolled his eyes. He mumbled some nonsense and almost believed her.

"How many emissaries are there in this world?" After listening to Long Chen's explanation, the white-haired old man was even more shocked. He felt that he knew a bit less about this world. Envoy, there actually existed such a thing in this world.

"Don't you think you know too much?" Long Chen narrowed his eyes and asked, looking overbearing.

The white-haired old man and Long Chen looked at each other, then paused for a moment, and lowered his head, half of his body without legs, before cupping his hands and bowing, "Half-Demon Yang Xiaoxiao greets the envoy."

Long Chen straightened his body. "I said that I would give you all a chance and that you would keep your word."

"But the strength of an envoy?" Yang Chen didn't believe it. How could Long Chen, who had such a weak cultivation, be worthy of the title of 'envoy'?

"When fighting with the strongest experts in the world, both sides suffered heavy injuries. Their cultivation dropped to this level and they became what they are now.

Is there anything else you would like to ask? " Long Chen looked into the sky and spoke faintly. Not far away, Sharp Scales almost cursed out loud. Wasn't this his line?

"Yang Quang, how dare you! What exactly does this envoy mean when he finds a half demon?"

"Didn't I already tell you?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, he was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. "I don't know what's going on, Ambassador Cang …"

"Hehe, I gave you a chance, what if you don't want it?" Long Chen frowned as he gave a heavy snort.

Yang Dong's heart chilled, and he couldn't get up from the ground, "The envoy from the Hui Cang is extremely enticing, giving the half demon a chance to live on."

Xu Liu, Zhang Ah Man, and the rest of the half demons were shocked by the scene from before. Seeing Yang Xiaoxiao unable to get up, they all followed suit and fell to the ground.

"Envoy Wang Cang, give this half demon a chance to live."

Long Chen grinned at Sharp Scales, who had a speechless expression on his face. His chin was raised and his complacent look made Sharp Scales slander him again. How did this child end up like this?

What Long Chen said next made Yang Xiaoxiao even more surprised.

"Come with me!"

Follow me? Lei Lin smacked his lips. This phrase sounded very familiar. Wasn't this what he had told Ah Man earlier? Why did he use it now? It was rather smooth. At the same time, he was wondering why Long Chen was doing this.

"What do you want to do?" The sharp scales in his mind transmitted.

"Let them follow me. I will listen to you and establish my own sect. It will be better if I have my own sect to handle matters for me." "Yes," Long Chen sent a voice transmission back. Sharp Scales had the feeling that Long Chen did not only think this way, but that he did not pursue the matter any further.

Hearing Long Chen say that he would follow me, Yang Chen was obviously stunned for a moment. Xu Kun also couldn't help but raise his head to look at Long Chen.

"Yang Zhen doesn't understand." Yang Zhen bowed and said.

"Do you want to own your own sect?"

His sect was in such a difficult situation. It was already difficult for him to hold on to such a small mountain that was dried up of spiritual energy. How could he imagine that there would be a sect that could rely only on two Core Formation cultivators to control the Qi?

Even the small sects that weren't very powerful had several Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators guarding them. The sect had never heard of two Core Formation cultivators overseeing the sect. If news of this got out, it would make people laugh until their teeth fell off. They reckoned that their sect would be destroyed without even trying to cover up for them. There was no lack of people in this world who were aggressive enough to take it for granted. Without the strength to fight them, they could only suffer defeat.

He had also thought about this matter before. The power of a sect couldn't be compared to a bandit's nest. Even the weakest small sect's spirit energy was many times thinner than this bare mountain.

Not long after, that sect was robbed by someone. Many of the half-demons that had been recruited into the sect for only a few days had died in that robbery, and this was something that Yang Xi had always been unwilling to talk about. Furthermore, it was a wound in his heart, and he would be in pain even if he did not spit out any salt.

Just now, when he heard Long Chen say that he would have his own sect, Yang Xiaofeng's eyes lit up with hope. If they truly had his own sect, even if he had his own sect, he would dare to guarantee that he would be able to enter the front lines of any small sect within a year. With a few more years, he might even be able to become a third-rate or first-rate sect.

When that time comes, even more half demons will join in. The sect will be powerful, and they won't have to fear others. They will be able to enjoy the admiration of others, and it will be even easier than living a life they only desire.

However, when his thoughts returned and he looked at Long Chen again, what could he do with his mere Core Formation cultivation? Even if he had the title of ambassador, wouldn't it be a waste if he didn't have the same strength? Wasn't this fall in strength caused by someone else?

He had stayed in the Demon Area for a long time as well, and he knew that the position of the demon clan's divine beast was incomparably high, comparable to that of the human royal family. In fact, the human royal family could change places with the demon clan's divine beast as well, and the demon clan's divine beast was always the divine beast.

With a divine beast accompanying the body, the Cang Emissary was worthy of his title. If that was the case, opening a sect and establishing a sect wouldn't just be an exaggeration.

Thinking up to here, Yang Xiaofeng bowed to the ground, his voice trembling, "I will leave it all to the Lord Ambassador."